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[OOC] Unfortunately my day was busier and more tiring than planned and I didn't manage to send in all the asks I owe =.=" I'm too brain dead to deal with it right now, so I'll get to them in my morning tomorrow...

Apologies in advance to the people I still owe asks too, aka @mcltiples, @evilmcg / @shctupmeg, @dynamoprotocol & @unfortunatedarling !!

[OOC] So, I'm gonna be mobile bound all day. Unfortunately that means that I probably won't get to answer any Christmas ask today, but I'll make sure to finish sending the ones I still owe.

A blessed Yule and happy holidays to you all!

- Scotty out !

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Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse.

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[OOC] So, I'm gonna be mobile bound all day. Unfortunately that means that I probably won't get to answer any Christmas ask today, but I'll make sure to finish sending the ones I still owe.

A blessed Yule and happy holidays to you all!

- Scotty out !

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more than anything reprise on repeat did you know I love them

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So, I still have a lot of Christmas asks to send out and quite a few to answer. Considering that I've worked today and I'll be working tomorrow (all day as per usual), I strongly doubt that I'll be able to answer / queue the asks I got on Christmas day =.=" I'll get them done on the 26th (as many as I can) and then in the weekend (since Friday I'll be working).

I'm still gonna try my best to send the asks from the inbox call before the end of the 25th! That's gonna be my priority!

Please, be patient with me. Thanks in advance.

- Scotty out !

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Rick cocked an brow when the other answered his comment about how death was an option in his book. He had expected his alternate to ignored the words, since they had been nothing but a gloomy thought spoken out loud with macabre irony. Usually people were put off when he talked so casually about dying.

It took him a conscious effort not to stare, as more questions came to him. They had just met and this man was already proving himself to be a complicated mystery. It was vexing, especially while he was utterly exhausted, but he would have lied if he had said that it didn't have a certain allure.

...But he would unpack all that later, along with everything else.

So, instead, he let out an amused huff at the sight of the bottle holding what he guessed had to be the substance capable of creating opening between dimensions. If that was supposed to be a hint on the other's personal taste, then he was about to find himself surrounded by tons of gothic baroque.

And it would have probably given him a rightful headache, considering that he was used to much more spartan environments.

"W-Well, if you asked most people who have met me, a-arrogant asshole who prefers to do shit himself would be something they'd call me," he answered with a shrug, eyes locked on the swirling portal, unable to hide his fascination. "T-That to say...I-I'm used to dealing with the consequences of that sort of attitude."

When he was invited to follow, Rick took a step forward, but then he hesitated instead of hopping inside the portal too. He glanced around, firstly looking at his spaceship and then at the floating graveyard that surrounded him. He knew that there was no going back, that he had lost the chance to do it the moment he had been sucked into the anomaly, but it somehow felt like this was the moment he would be choosing to give his life a new, unpredictable spin.

If he jumped into that pool of swirling purple, he would be turning his back to how his existence had flooded up until now.

The thought filled his throat with bitter laugh because the squalid truth was that he had nothing to leave behind. The ghosts that haunted him would have followed anyway, so...Fuck it.

He took a step forward, allowing the portal fluid to swallow him and led him into the unknown. He was certain that whatever was on the other side wouldn't have been worse than what he was already living through.

God, could Rick relate to that. It wouldn't be said out loud, but death was something that he ached for, the ability to do so, at least. He wasn't sure if he wanted to truly end his life, but he valued the concept of an ending. Which, he didn't have one. He would never have one.

And that made him feel a sickness that was indescribable.

Ignoring the earlier jester's comment, he would take another step forward. He took out his portal fluid. Glowing a bright purple, held in a mason jar with rose thorns around the brim and a worn cloth acting as a lid to it. So on brand for a vampire, like himself, but he tried not to make that part obvious.

"Believe me, i-if rotting to death was ever an option, I-I'd let you know and I'd probably be first in line,"

Just a small drip of the fluid onto the ground would create a puff of purple smoke. Conjuring up a portal that was the same hue. Swirling upright, big enough for them to walk right through it. However, what was on the other wise would be unpredictable. If they were lucky, it would be his home dimension.

If they weren't, well, it looked as if they would be going on their first adventure together.

Another few steps forward were taken, tilting his head to nudge the other to follow his lead. "I-I have to warn you, might take a while to get home, but that's the price I pay for being an arrogant asshole who prefers to do shit himself,"

Rick's own ego wouldn't allow for him to use the typical portal fluid. Actually, he'd be damned if he ever had to use it. There was no chance in Hell that it would ever happened.

"A-Anyway," He settled the mason jar back into black lab coat. "L-Let's go."

And with that, he stepped through the portal. If he thought that today would've ended up like this, somehow taking in a new friend acquaintance. Maybe he would've better prepared himself mentally. Though, he couldn't do much about it now. Other than hope that his Morty wouldn't be too scared of the guy. That, hopefully, this wouldn't be a mistake.

Regret wasn't something he wanted or needed in his vampiric life.

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Last reblog! I'll start sending out asks between tomorrow and Monday!

Holidays Inbox Call !

Give this post a like / reblog to receive a short holiday / Christmas gift from one of my muses !

Remember to specify from which of my muses you want the gift and, for multimuses to which of your muses it should be addressed to. If we have established dynamics, you can request more than one present !

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Plotted starter for @mcltiples & @evilmcg

The air in the lab was still and cold, saturated with the pungent smell of chemicals and disinfectant. Under other circumstances, there would have been other odours in the mix, coming from various experiments and test subjects, but Rick had made sure to remove any trace of his usual activities for the occasion.

Not only the procedure was delicate and demanded his utmost attention, but there was an emotional value to it. Not for him, of course, but for everyone else who was in the room with him. It seemed appropriated to treat it as a ritual.

The tools and devices he needed were already in place, perfectly aligned on the mobile side table set next to him, ready for use. He was very peculiar on how the instruments should be positioned, but he would have been more lenient about it today. After all, his counterpart would have been assisting him and he couldn't demand that the other knew every detail of his methods.

Grey blue eyes landed on the corpse that was lying on the operating table, studying it for a moment, blank expression unreadable. It had been perfectly preserved, as if mere seconds had passed from when her heart had stopped, but no one could have denied that this was a portrait of death.

The cold, naked flesh was too pale, closer to grey than to its usual rosy complexion. The hair was messy and spent, no trace of its usual volume and softness. The limbs were perfectly still and rigid. The face, unmoving and expressionless, was the biggest giveaway, even if he had made sure to close the eyes.

Holding a syringe in his gloved hand, Rick turned his attention on his other self, who was standing on the opposite side of the table.

"L-Let us begin," he spoke up, draining the vial of orange liquid that his counterpart was holding for him. "I-If any complication presents, I'll handle it myself."

Not that he thought that there would be any. It was a procedure he had perfected through the years. However, he knew better than being overly arrogant. In the unlikely case something went wrong, he would be ready.

Leaning against the whole, away from the too bright white lights, Morty watched in silence as his Rick injected the first drug in Meg's dead veins. Just as his second-in-command, his expression betrayed no emotion, even if his lips were pressed together in a thin line. A little hint that betrayed that he wasn't as unfazed as he was trying to look.

From his spot, he couldn't fully see the operating table, but he didn't need to when he could easily watch the procedure through his Rick's eyes. Literally.

Besides, even if he wouldn't have admitted it, he felt more comfortable remaining in the dim darkness. It made it easier for him to hide any reaction he might have against his will. Self-control wasn't something he lacked, but the feelings and the thoughts that had been festering inside him for weeks now had grown powerful and unpredictable.

Useless to say, the fact that he was conflicted about what was taking place in that moment didn't help. He would have never denied Meg the chance to be alive again. He could be cruel and he had been unfair to her plenty of times, but he would never cross such a line with someone he cared for. On the other hand, though, he couldn't stop thinking about how he would have soon be set aside, relegated to a background role while his counterpart and the girl were all over each other.

He had hoped that forcing them to put him at the centre of their world while she had been gone would have softened the blow that was about to come, but the knot that was squeezing his stomach in that moment told him that it hadn't worked.

Pathetic, that was what he was. Wounded by something as trivial as emotions. Perhaps this was for the best. It could have been his chance to walk away and get rid of the weakness that relationship had brought him.

A firm tug coming from the back of his mind snapped him out of his gloomy contemplations. He lifted his eyes just in time to meet his Rick's for a moment. No thought or gesture passed between them, but there was no need for it. He knew what he was being told.

Focus. Stay in the present. There would be time for everything else once he would have been alone, in the privacy of his flat.

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big fan of a good shit-eating grin. like a ruckus-causing, pot-stirring type of grin. a smile that truly fucks around and finds out. anyway

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Vaggie's skeptical gaze bounces between her girlfriend and the trees, as she tries and fails to picture how one could be decorated. Each and every image that crosses her mind is just sad, and a little ugly too. It would have taken a real miracle to get a passable result.

Of course, she won't share that with Charlie. She has been trying very hard not to rain on the princess' parade. Besides, who knows. Maybe it isn't as hard as she thinks. Perhaps she's not creative enough to figure out how they can pull it off.

"We'll manage...one way or another," she reassures, with a little smile. "And even if it doesn't turn out exactly as you want it...It will still be our own Christmas tree. One we made all together."

It's the thought that counts at the end of the day, right? That should be part of the spirit of the holiday.

"Just...don't let Alastor get anywhere near it or we'll end up with a Halloween tree."

The Radio Demon always turns up the creepy factor in whatever he touches. Not to mention that he most likely isn't a fun of the holiday either, so Vaggie is ready to bet that every chance he gets to mess with their efforts is a source of spiteful entertainment for him.

"What about...that one?"

She points a tree a little further off. It just has a couple of dead leaves left, but the trunk looks strong and healthy enough. There's just a little moss on it and it's red, which fits the colours of the season.

   That was the downfall of Hell, they didn't have the beautiful green trees that one would expect from a Christmas tree, instead, they all looked like they were probably barely hanging on to begin with. She's considered maybe seeing if she could find something artificial that'd probably be better, but she's yet to find anything in her search that leaves them with these.

   At Vaggie's suggestion, Charlie turns towards the more bare ones, her head tilting to the side as she starts to try and picture it. It would need a lot of work, but she's sure with the hotel's help they could pull it off, plus that'd mean less of a mess in general since there would be nothing to fall off of it.

"That's.. actually not a bad idea! We'll just have to work hard to decorate it so it looks good! That shouldn't be too hard, right?"

   She seems excited about the idea honestly, a chance to see what everyone's decoration preference is too which would only help them all learn a bit more about each other.

"Do you think we should get a big one or keep it to a more medium size?"

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Rick pretended not to notice the one-eyed glance his partner shot him when he asked his question. His own gaze had already moved on the tools he would need, setting them up with practiced ease. In truth, by now he was so familiar with the lab that he could have done it without looking, but it gave him an excuse to keep his expression hidden.

A choice that turned out to be the right one, because he couldn't stop a crease from forming in the middle of his forehead at the words that followed.

So dismissive, so reductive, almost insulting considering who they were aimed at. That detail about the eyepatch left no doubts on the identity of the teenager they were discussing.

Deep down, he had the suspicion that this was a test, a little trap his owner had set to test his reactions, but he couldn't help the displeasure that rose in his chest. His Morty wasn't just smarter than the others. He was strong, resourceful, adaptable, skilled. More than some Ricks he had met during the years.

C-137's Morty might be different from the standard too, but he had nothing on V-79 Morty.

"I-If you say so, Rick," he said, his tone flat but imperceptibly harsher than it usually was. "F-From how you told the story earlier, it sounded like this Morty's presence played an essential role in your defeat. B-But perhaps I did misunderstand."

With that, he jabbed a needle in his alternate's neck, perhaps with a little more force than it was truly necessary. It was no harm done, though, since the substance he injected was a painkiller powerful enough to take away all the pain the other was in.

"I-I'll give you a slow-onset healing serum. I-It will start closing up the most superficial would, w-while I fix the major injuries. T-Then it will make sure that those keep getting better until you can completely regenerate yourself."

Being carried into the lab was a bit painful. No matter how careful his partner was, the wounds all over his face throbbed at every subtle movement. Though, he did have to admit it was nice, getting the small amount of physical comfort from his head resting on that shoulder. It was as much as he knew he would get, so he would take it.

And when he was settled down onto the operating table, he made sure to close his eyes. There wasn't anything worth looking at anyway. And he needed all of the rest on his eyes so they could properly regenerate him back to health.

Well, that was until that question was brought up. Only one of his eyes opened, his organic eye. Brow furrowed in response. "He wasn't a threat, you misunderstand, kitten. He wasn't the one to defeat me -- the worst he did was take schematics from my brain, but he didn't do anything to me,"

In fact, it was rather impressive. However, he didn't like how his kitten's sole thought process was on figuring out who this Morty was. It was obvious. And he didn't feel like playing along.

"If anything, both Mortys there seemed to be intelligent, but not as much as you and I. I didn't notice anything different other than an eyepatch."

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► reblog to let your mutuals know that... YOUR RP BLOG IS NOT TIME-SENSITIVE!

...That there is NO time limit or expiration date on asks, memes or threads.

...That your partners NEVER need to feel they have to apologise for not responding to a thread or ask yet.

...That you welcome replies to "OLD" threads and memes, even if they've been sitting quietly untouched for weeks or months.

...That there is NEVER any pressure or obligation for your partners to reply until they feel the drive and enthusiasm to do so.

...That YOU will happily respond to things at YOUR OWN leisure, and you would like your partners to feel comfortable doing the same.

Not everybody enjoys running their blog this way and that's a-okay. But removing the idea that RP interactions are something that can "expire" or that the asks in your inbox have an unspoken "due-date", takes the pressure off of both your partners and yourself and can help bust feelings of stress/anxiety from the hobby. Reblog to let your partners know that you're just jazzed to receive new writing from them, whenever it comes.

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@spiderdemon888 sent: "Hey, toots, what ta' fancy spear of yours do? Or are ya' just happy to see me?" Smirks, is Angel flirting with Vaggie although he's not into girls but it's mostly because he's bored and this is only for his own amusement.

Vaggie glares at Angel, clearly displeased by his joke. She knows that he isn't genuine in his flirting, because they know each other's preferences when it comes to potential partners. They are incompatible, to say the least, so it's obvious that he's mocking her.

What a dick.

"Do I look happy to you?" She shoots back, lips curling in a scowl. "Because, if you think I do, then you need to get your brain checked. If you still have one."

Is she being too harsh? Probably. After all, the spider is just putting up his usual act, the mask he feels he has to wear all the time. However, she's too annoyed to care right now, so to hell with it. Worst case scenario, she'll apologise later on.

"So you better get out of my sight, before I decide to show you that it's my angelic spear you're dealing with."