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{{ I HEARD POKEMON AND CAME RUNNIN

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@lookin-slick ♥’d for a starter

     The cave was relatively quiet save for the tinkering in the back. He was underneath the ship, legs sticking out from the small space between the bottom of the vehicle and the floor of the cave, and he fiddled with the piles and the inner mechanisms in the open flap. It had been hours since he’d started; he hadn’t once taken a break, hyper-focused on the task at hand so much so that he was paying little attention to anything outside of his direct line of sight.

     He knew that if anything were to prove a danger, the cave’s defense system would kick in instantly. They were in no risk – other than his own health failing from working for so long. He’d always tinkered on his desk for hours, but it wasn’t as physically draining as this.

     Sliding out from underneath the car just enough to hold out his hand, he called out to Slick, ❝Hand me the screwdriver.❞

There wasn’t much to life that proved more boring than sitting around, waiting on his companion to finish up whatever constant projects he took to working on. Granted, this project was necessary if they ever wanted to be able to go anywhere without possibly exploding into bits, but that didn’t make it anymore exciting in Slick’s mind. And judging by how tense Rorty seemed even when lying on his back under the ship, this task wasn’t treating him any better.  Sitting cross-legged a short ways away for the very purpose of handing and taking stray tools on his guardian’s behalf, Slick had looked like he was about to fall asleep for the past half hour. Though even with his cheek leaned against the heel of his palm, he lazily reached out from his side and grasped the screwdriver, putting it into the worker’s hand when called upon. “...Don’t you want a drink or something? You’ve been working for like three hours.” Part of him hoped that the offer would be accepted-- not just for the sake of Rorty’s health, but it meant that Slick would have an excuse to move.

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You’re not a real punk unless you EAT spray paint

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Guess who just made a new verse for maximum fuckery

It Me

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(m v * )

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I drew Morty! x)

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unlncky:

Why had he changed the combination? Curiosity? An impulse he couldn’t ignore? He couldn’t bear to think that Mordecai would think less of him if he answered, no matter what answer he gave. Nothing would excuse his actions. Nothing would explain why he had done it.

   “ I – I don’t know, ” he croaked. Suddenly he didn’t feel very welcomed, confidence drained. “ I just wanted to – see how it worked? I-I-I only changed a few numbers, and I thought I put it back… ” Was he trying to excuse himself, or explain away his guilt? His voice, tight and low, came out again as, “ It’s all my fault. ”

Everything that had happened to Mordecai was his fault. If he hadn’t changed the combination, Rick wouldn’t have gotten hit, and they wouldn’t have gotten separated. Mordecai wouldn’t have been… experimented on. Morty hung his head, hands covering his face in shame as his shoulders trembled with emotion. 

   “ I’m so sorry, ” he breathed. “ It’s all my fault. ”

He wished he hadn’t even asked. He’d been perfectly content with just thinking that it had been the fault of their drunkard grandfather, making a perfectly logical connection between the circumstances. But now that he knew his own brother had made that one fateful mistake, he wanted to take the whole conversation back as cold regret settled in his gut like an icy weight. 

But whatever happened, or whoever did it, it wouldn’t change what they both went through. Slick hadn’t been the only one to suffer because of it, and he’d had more than enough time to come to terms with some of the consequences. Why should it change how he felt just because the truth was a little different than he’d expected? 

He tried so hard to rationalize it, but it was much easier said than done. He still felt a bubbling anger in his chest that made his fists clench, and he still felt sick from dread at momentarily reliving those memories, and the heavy sorrow of hearing his brother’s remorse... but he didn’t know what to do about any of it. 

“ ....G-Geez, Mort. ” He hated the sound of his own voice saying that, but it was the only thing that seemed to dance on his tongue. He was just speechless. Despite so many conflicting emotions, Slick reached for his brother again and dragged him into another embrace, at a loss for anything else to do. At least now it seemed that the biggest consequence had fixed itself. 

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“ ...... ... . ....... ....... . ..... ”

lookin-slick replied to your post:    “ Are Ricks really arrogant enough to be – to…

[[Profuse Sweating]] haha geez what the heck???? that’s crazy man who even– how does that even work…… …

   “ Mo. ”

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∯

“......I gave up a long time ago.”

“I thought I wouldn’t stop at anything, that I’d try to set it right or die trying. At least every time that I tried, it felt like I was dying. Giving up was a hollow feeling then, but now it’s just like ice in my core, because I was wrong. Now I just have to face the fact that I’m a coward.” 

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“I know I always try to act tough about it. Like it’s a cool attitude, l-like I’m a real rebel or something. But really? I hate that I can’t trust them anymore.”

“...It’s not easy. I-It’s like I’m doing it to protect myself, but it only hurts me more. I just wish I could be stupid enough to trust again.” 

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For every ∯ I get I will say/confess something without specifying for whom it is meant

eg:

∯ || You told me once that I was the only person on that team you might consider a friend… I can say now that I should have taken you at your word long ago.

∯ || I wish we had more occasion to speak. I can’t say I’ve ever disliked your company.

∯ || Leave the van Gogh works be; you’re going to give him an ulcer.

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unlncky:

While Morty could agree that not every Rick was as genius as they pretended to be, that wasn’t what this was about, and that wasn’t what had happened. Even with their Rick, it had been his fault, and he’d never told Mordecai that. Well, partially due to their being separated so soon after…

Still, he shook his head, struggling to keep his breathing steady. It was hard to talk about this, much less talk about it with a clear head and a level voice. To admit it – to speak about each accident so plainly – would either make him sound stupid or make him sound like a killer. Morty knew it was up to Mordecai to figure that out for himself.

   “ I’m bad luck, ” he explained, voice tight with emotion. It hurt to admit it, still. “ I – Being around me, hangin’ around me and stuff, it brings you bad luck, a-and the worse it gets, it could lead to dying. Like – like the Ricks. ” He took in a deep breath, arms huddled around himself for some semblance of comfort. He’d taken to doing that ever since the two of them were separated.

   “ I… changed the combination on Rick’s time-traveling gun, ” Morty admitted. His voice was soft and hesitant. “ I thought I changed it back, b-but he looked at it funny and I guess he was too drunk to figure out why it-it looked so weird. I killed him and – and I almost killed us both, too. ”

Now, Mordecai wasn’t exactly superstitious by any means of the word. Luck wasn’t always something he trusted in, especially not bad luck, but he kept himself from outright disagreeing with Morty already. Whatever was on his mind was very important to him, good or bad, so he could keep himself shut up until he was finished.

Or, at least, he thought he could. “...W-What?” He stood up straighter, eyes blown wide in shock. Why would... Why had he changed the combination? Slick’s eyes flitted around his brother’s face, taking in his hesitance and his obvious guilt. Truthfully, that didn’t sound so much like bad luck to him, versus sheer stupidity, but... Slick put his head down and looked across the broken concrete that they stood on. 

So if Morty hadn’t changed the combination, they wouldn’t have been separated. Not in that fashion, at least. A sharp pang of betrayal ached in his chest, even as hard as he tried to rationalize it as an accident. But it was so stupid! 

He brought both hands up to his face and rubbed it, suddenly feeling light-headed. “...Why?” He managed, still not looking up at his twin. “...Why did you even change it in the first place?” His own voice was quiet now. Part of him wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the answer, not knowing if a simple one would just make him more upset... but maybe hearing any innocence of intention would keep him from putting the blame on the one person that he didn’t want to.

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Cat doodles inspired by ever amazing @lonelylonelyspace this week. 

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Hotline Miami AU

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(( um yes henlo i would die for this fuzzy man????? ))

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Idk why this has me screaming

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Drawing this felt like a fucking feverdream