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WELCOME TO VERY POGGIES! a multi-muse cared for by Hebby. do not follow if you are under 21! (personals do not reblog!)
RULES | ABOUT | TAG DUMP
starter calls for muses: SnapZ, Sir Moss, Rhedd, T-GAT, Neerco, Ordis, Batastor, Repo Rick
A multi-muse containing OCs and heavily divergent characters from UNDERTALE, HAZBIN HOTEL, SONIC, WARFRAME, and MORE !
TRICK OR TREAT!
Send "TRICK OR TREAT!" to my muse(s) and find out what treat you'll be getting!!!
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You don’t need to say you’re disabled, physically ill, mentally ill, neurodivergent, working overtime, etc as a reason to not reply to your roleplay partners instantaneously. You don’t need to have any reason for not dropping everything to respond to roleplay partners. This culture of "instant replies" is very new, and it's also unrealistic. Nobody should be expected to be online and responding 24-7. Even if someone is online on discord, Skype, Wire, etc, don't expect them to respond to you immediately. And if you're on the other side, don't beat yourself up for not responding to people immediately, for literally any reason!
Give yourself some grace, take a deep breath. It's ok. People will understand, and if they don't, then they're not worth your worry.
aigoyaaa isn't this redundant? you can long press queue or reblog or just tap either for the same effect! but now if you tap them, you get this...
please imagine Rhedd and Charlie dancing and singing this. pls pls pls. besties. they are besties.
@very-poggies / starter for repo rick (continuation of this)
Rick had already prepped a baggie and a couple of joints when he'd received Repo's coordinates. He smirked, hoping this dude was ready to be a guinea pig for his new indica strain. He gathered up his phone, keys, and, of course, the bud, and stuffed it all into a little drawstring backpack. As he slipped his shoes on by the front door, he hollered down the hall at Morty. "Hey! I'm headed out for a while!"
"Don't get into anything stupid!" they hollered back.
Rick snickered to himself as he grabbed his portal gun off of the kitchen counter. "You neither, you hear me?"
"I'll be fine, Rick!"
"Okay, okay!" He plugged Repo's coordinates into his portal gun, shot it at the space in front of him, and stepped through, not knowing at all what to expect.
When he came through to the other side, Rick found himself in front of a dingy motel on some alien planet. The motel reminded him so much of southern California in the '80's that he double checked his coordinates to make sure he didn't somehow end up in the wrong place. Whoever ran the motel must've really enjoyed the vaporwave aesthetic of the time. He pushed open the doors that led to the front desk and was greeted by an alien being. "Need a room?" they asked.
"Oh, uh, no, actually." Rick adjusted his backpack and continued. "Is there a 'Rick Sanchez' staying here? I-I-I have something for him."
The alien hardcore sized him up. "Maybe. Who's askin'?"
"C'mon, man, is there a Rick staying here or not?"
The alien huffed and rolled their eyes. "I'll ring him and let him know some purple-haired freak is here to see him."
"Jeez. You must be fun at parties," Rick mumbled. He stepped back outside and pulled one of the joints he rolled earlier out of his backpack. He leaned back against the wall and lit up to bide his time, looking over the motel and noticing how much more dilapidated it was than he initially thought. He started to wonder what this guy had done to even be stuck in a place like this. He remembered him mentioning that his lack of dimension code was part of his punishment, so this obviously wasn't his home dimension. His brain took it a step further, making him question this Rick's morals...
What was he getting himself into with this dude?
Dingy was all he could really afford. Repo made great efforts to only stay in motels that were having some kind of Senior Special or a discount, and he usually tried to leave without paying if he was lucky, but this place was nice enough maybe that he’d come back. Maybe. He may have been pretty different than a lot of Ricks, but he was still a Sanchez and that meant fucking stingy.
The phone in his room rang, and he picked up the receiver, “Yeah? … Okay. Purple hair, got it.” There was only one guy that should be looking for him, especially that had purple hair. Grabbing his jacket and throwing it on, Repo grabbed his keycard and strode out of his motel room, into the brisk night air. It was that rare summer breeze that made days feel more worth it. Seeing Stoner Rick had Repo smirking, and he waved towards him.
“Hey Dipshit, I’m over here!! Y-You got the shit?” In person, Repo looked about as thin and lanky as your average Rick Sanchez, but he was surprisingly dense despite that. A more athletic build that lent itself well to all the running and dodging and quick actions he’d have to do–plus the bruises on his face were much more apparent, too. His voice was more gravelly, like he gargled with rocks. “Cmon, let’s go back in.”
there is no shame in being soft
there is no shame in loving
woah why did that reply break so bad
You cannot stop this.
【 ☕ 】— Ah, if it wasn’t one of his more… UNIQUE customers coming in today. Brewster was used to serving ALL kinds of folk, but his regular Rick had to be one of the more COLORFUL individuals of this variety. With a slight adjustment of his glasses, he nodded and replied.
❝ Of course, coo… ❞ Brewster had only really SCRATCHED the surface of what this mysterious and VULGAR regular of his DID for a living, but he could imagine that all the TRAVELLING through TIME & SPACE took a toll on the human.
So the barista selected the STRONGEST bag of coffee beans from his ARSENAL– a novelty DARK ROAST blend that was known for its POTENT caffeine percentage: aptly named MOTHMAN RED-EYE. Taking the beans, he scooped them into the GRINDER and began turning the handle with strong, EXPERT force.
❝ So… how was work? ❞
The smell of that bleeding dark roast was enough to get Rick’s muscles relaxing. Deeply inhaling, the repoman allowed himself to smile, sagging his shoulders as he rested his arms on the counter. Rick liked it here–it was quiet, it wasn’t dangerous. He didn’t have to see any other alternates of himself, which was honestly the best part. Brewster never really objected to his foul-mouth or rancid behavior, and Rick always made sure to leave a tip.
“Oh, awful. Had both my arms ripped off trying to get out of a trap–My legs were only dislocated, which means hey, can’t keep skipping arm day. N-not that it matters. Everything resets on my body when I lose a limb.” He shrugged, drumming his fingers, “H-honestly, I’d–eueurp–prefer to forget about work for now. S-some people get desensitized to the routine of their job, but i-it’s like chronic pain people, y-you can’t really just forget how much pain you’re in, right? So you just stop talking about it, makes everybody else around you more comfortable, s-so they don’t have to feel h-helpless.”
“Anyway, what’s up with you? How’s life been? Boring, I hope.”
Figure I should condense a lot of Repo Rick’s info on this blog since I don’t expect people to follow his rp blog just to learn about him.
(TW: drugs, alcohol, torture, death)
Retrieval Units are Ricks and Mortys that committed some crime against the Citadel in one way or another, and rather than killed outright or sent to some unimaginable torture device, their memories are wiped, their genius is severed and they are transformed into servants of the Council. Retrieval Units (or REPOs) are intellectually castrated Ricks and emotionally detached Mortys who are fully aware that they are supposed to be different than what they are now. For example, the Ricks know they’re supposed to be super geniuses, but when they look at complex equations, they cannot put anything together, turning to significantly higher percentages of alcohol and drugs to numb their frustrations and mental impotence. Repo Mortys are more apathetic than regular Mortys, finding it harder to become excited about strange and new things–this isn’t just because of their brains being fucked with, but because the Council has had the REPO units beaten and tortured until they are compliant. Because even if you can take away a Rick’s intellect, you also have to break his spirit.
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Here is something I have been hoping SEGA would make for years….
"We're his silly little Rabbits"
Is that what he calls you?
"No...."
ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY/COMMENT, JUST PUBLISH.
since beginningless time, darkness thrives in the void
but always yields to PURIFYING LIGHT.
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