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This blog has now been moved to a sideblog on @meowzzah. You can find me at the same url @nctbrave. All drafts will be moved over there.

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This blog has now been moved to a sideblog on @meowzzah. You can find me at the same url @nctbrave. All drafts will be moved over there.

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This blog has now been moved to a sideblog on @meowzzah. You can find me at the same url @nctbrave. All drafts will be moved over there.

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This blog has now been moved to a sideblog on @meowzzah. You can find me at the same url @nctbrave. All drafts will be moved over there.

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This blog has now been moved to a sideblog on @meowzzah. You can find me at the same url @nctbrave. All drafts will be moved over there.

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This blog has now been moved to a sideblog on @meowzzah. You can find me at the same url @nctbrave. All drafts will be moved over there.

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This blog has now been moved to a sideblog on @meowzzah. You can find me at the same url @nctbrave. All drafts will be moved over there.

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This blog has now been moved to a sideblog on @meowzzah. You can find me at the same url @nctbrave. All drafts will be moved over there.

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This blog has now been moved to a sideblog on @meowzzah. You can find me at the same url @nctbrave. All drafts will be moved over there.

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This blog has now been moved to a sideblog on @meowzzah. You can find me at the same url @nctbrave. All drafts will be moved over there.

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This blog has now been moved to a sideblog on @meowzzah. You can find me at the same url @nctbrave. All drafts will be moved over there.

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This blog has now been moved to a sideblog on @meowzzah. You can find me at the same url @nctbrave. All drafts will be moved over there.

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This blog has now been moved to a sideblog on @meowzzah. You can find me at the same url @nctbrave. All drafts will be moved over there.

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This blog has now been moved to a sideblog on @meowzzah. You can find me at the same url @nctbrave. All drafts will be moved over there.

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“Sleep is for the weak,” i say. my hands are shaking. i can hear colors.   

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codadamaged‌:

            oof, classic morty reaction, he supposed.  he had learned how to read his alternate selves well, and he guessed that she was likely still under the SHEEP phase. he chewed gently on the tip of his tongue as he effectively began to ignore his counterparts momentary lapse of conviction. instead, he took the moment to decide whether or not to give a shit.  oh, he could certainly help her. find her a place to stay while gently encouraging independence and, in turn, an anti-rick behavior.   ultimately, such could only help her, in his mind. it would only be an added bonus that the sentiment would help him as well.

          the question was … did he want to? did he give a shit? did he have the patience to play nice and deal with her at all ?  he could easily just leave and let her stumble around until she finally died like every other morty in this fucked up central finite curve.   what worth did she have to him ?        ❛ there’s a mortytown bar that opens pretty late. it’s kinda a hole in the wall, but it’s a pretty decent place to get like a juice or something?  at least the rick guards won’t bother you there, y’know? ❜         he supposed he could figure out how invested he wanted to get, on his way to get a drink. 

Morticia’s eyes slowly return to him , peering up from underneath unruly bangs . She isn’t sure why something strikes her as odd , but it does . At his suggestion she is sure of what she wants , and it’s not a juice . It’s something that burns her throat but is sweet in flavor . Something that makes her mind foggy , but quiets the needling whispers that tell her to stay in line . At the thought of them her fingers mindlessly reach up once more under her thick hair to touch the chip . She catches the edge with her nail . It’d be easy to dig her fingernail under and try to pull it out . She does not though , she cannot .

“ Sounds good . ” She forces her hand back down , and entangles it with the other so it might behave for once . A small smile is forced onto her face . She is afraid . Morticia is always afraid and she never knows why . The only thing she seems to know anymore is what Rick tells her , because he’s got all the answers . She’s the best , she’s his favorite , She’s his morty . At the end of the day she’s the one that gets to go home to a family ... where do the others go ? Do they wander aimlessly around like she does now ? “ Do they got anything better than juice though ? ”

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exsuperatus‌:

      Fantastic. “Glad I only know one.” If he happened to have met more than one but failed to discern between Ricks, he’d be better off not knowing. He didn’t want to keep track of multiple, even though doing so might benefit national security in the long run. “Right, right.” 

      Alfred arched a brow at her reaction, wondering if she were alright for a moment. “Cool. I’ll lead us out.” Not needing to be told twice, he trusted she’d follow along and quickly escaped the office environment. They took several turns until they reached an exit. “You wanna tour a museum or somethin’? I don’t mind.” 

“ Heh ... yeah . They um ... they don’t really get better from one to the next . ” Morticia shrugged . Despite that a part of her was still adamantly sure her Rick was one of the better ones . She’s not sure where this conviction came from . As nothing she has seen of him has differed very greatly from the other Ricks . “ That sounds ... ” Morticia thought about it for a moment , eyes turning skywards as the thoughts trickled through her head . “ Nice and calm . ” Which was nice seeing as most of her life was filled with turbulence and violence . Even something that reminded her of school was a welcome difference . Hell school would be a welcome difference . Do something normal for once .