#&& Rick Sanchez || advnterccs

[countlessrealities]

@advnterccs sent:

Curled up in bed, Rick pulls his counterpart in closer. He's still half asleep and he doesn't realize what today is. Instead, he brushes his nose against the back of that neck. Softly breathing in the other's scent. Something that has become so familiar and comforting to him within these last two years.

"Mm, morning, baby~" He finally says, voice a bit deepened from having slept. "I-I wanna make you pancakes."

{ To your Rick from my Rick // i forgot it's their 2nd year anniversary so have a short thing !! 🤭💙 }

The first sound that leaves Rick's throat is a quiet, contented hum. He isn't wasn't awake, not really. His mind was still mostly lost in a dreamy haze, barely able to register what was going on around him.

And yet, his body instantly recognised the form pressing up against him, without a split second of uncertainty. By now, recognising his counterpart is as easy as breathing, if not easier. It's like a second nature for him, for reasons that go way beyond the fact that they are the same person.

Almost without realising it, he squeezes closer to his boyfriend, hands blindly reaching out to touch him. No matter what they are doing, how much time they spend together, how physically close they are, he just can't get enough. When they are apart, it does never feel fully right, as if something is missing.

A feeling he should be used to, if not for the fact that these days he knows exactly what he needs and wants to fill that particular hole in his chest.

Rick lets out a little snort as he turns around in his other self's embrace, cracking an eye open, enough to look at him. He's too cozy to fully come back to the waking world. He wants to stay there a little longer, in that bubble where it's just him and the love of his life.

"H-Hey, lover," he hums, his voice coming out a little raspy with sleep too. "I-It's always a fuckin' good morning w-when I get to wake up next to you."

It's cheesy as hell, but he doesn't care. He wouldn't be able to even if he tried, not when it's about his counterpart. Fuck everything and everyone. He's in love, as he has never been before, and he has all the intentions of enjoying every single bit of it.

His lips brush the corner of his boyfriend's mouth, lingering just a moment too long, and then he presses their foreheads together, finally opening his eyes properly so he can look into those gorgeous ice blue orbs.

"S-Sounds like a goddamn good idea, baby," he goes on, as his arms wrap around the other's neck.

The next moment, he's moving forwards, rolling them on the mattress so that he ends up on top of his counterpart, face tucked into the crook of his neck.

"B-But lemme hold you for a little more first. 'S not like the pans are going anywhere any time soon."

[imprvdente]

Nonchalantly, Rick would play it cool as he put an arm around Fish's shoulders. Only to tuck a card in between her arm and the side of her body. His arm slid away suddenly. "D-Don't drop that card until I'm gone, but y-yeah, anyway, see you later."

He could've made that exit weirder, but nonetheless, he basically sprinted away.

If the card were to fall onto the ground, it would shoot out a beam of blue light, creating a holographic invitation. The words written in white being read out by Rick's voice, repeating in three second intervals.

{ Obligatory Mun note: time means nothing as the event goes on for the entire month of October, the party goes on from October 21st to October 31st. Also, please tag anything concerning the event with 'Rick's Halloween Bash' }

from: Rick's Halloween Bash invitation!!! status: closed event 🎃

"What-??"

Before Fish could ask anything about the card he had shoved under her arm, Rick was already gone. More exactly, Rick had already sprinted away at full speed. Frowning a little bit in surprise, she looked at the card.

Had he said to drop it to the ground?

With a little shrug, she did just that. After all, Fish was a curious woman, and this entire ordeal was intriguing enough that she'd do as she was told (for once). As the card fell to the ground, a beam of blue light sprung from it, creating a large holographic invitation to what looked like a Halloween party.

And if that wasn't clear enough, Rick's voice resonated all around her as well. As far as invitations went, this was certainly one of the most creative she'd seen in her long life. A little bit awkward too, but that was really just because of Rick's weird little run.

She happily stuffed the card back into her pocket, and the voice and light went silent. A Halloween party sounded really fun, actually. And she wasn't going to say no to an opportunity to see Rick. She was already thinking of costume options! Of course, she could easily travel back in time and buy an outfit for an extra realistic effect.

[therealricksanchezpleasestandup]

― NAME: Steffu

― PRONOUNS: she/they

― MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)? Rick Sanchez, and my OC I've spent an embarassingly lot of money on art of over at @relentlessgrief

― RP PET PEEVES? Fortunately the community has gotten better about it I think, but treating OC's as less when they're anything but.

― EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS? I started when I was 10, so I'm 30 now. 20 years. I went from Neopets -> Gaiaonline -> Tumblr. I wrote as Thrax from Osmosis Jones, V from V for Vendetta, King Candybug from Wreck it Ralph, Oogie Boogie, Scarecrow and Professor Pyg from the Batman Series, Courtney and Ghetsis from Pokemon, Nnoitra Gilga and Mayuri Kurotsuchi from Bleach, Savage Opress and General Greivous from Star Wars, Pitch Black from Rise of the Guardians, Davy Jones from POTC, Gantu from Lilo and Stitch, Randall Boggs from Monsters Inc. I'm sure there's others but those were my main. However, Rick Sanchez has persisted and I've kept him throughout 10 years. Currently on private servers I write Gortash from Baldur's Gate 3 with a friend. I'm TRYING to convince my friend to write an OC so I can ship them with the Ghoul from Fallout. My resume is long. But again, Rick Sanchez for better or for worse persists.

― FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT? All three.

― PLOTS OR MEMES? Both are good. Memes are a great way to get the ball rolling, but plots can also provide more structure. I like a balance between the two.

― LONG OR SHORT REPLIES? A mix. Quality over quantity.

― TIME TO WRITE? 7pm-2am.

― ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)? Rick, yes, I like to have fun like he does. Life is short, fuck it. But I'm not mean or toxic like him. I'm also not very witty like he is. I'm more like Jerry. Isn't that irony to the highest degree. No one knows a Rick better than a Jerry.

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Name: Karl Octavius Uhl

Nickname(s): Señor Uhl and Uhl the Unforgiving by his students

Age: 45

Birthdate: July 5th

Species: Human

Nationality: Austrian / Spanish

Gender: Male

Preferred Pronoun(s): He/Him

Romantic Orientation: Biromantic

Sexual Orientation: Demisexual

Religion: N/A

Occupation: He's a Spanish language high school teacher at Arcadia High.

Face Claim: Karl Uhl

Parents: His father is German and his mother is Spanish.

Siblings: None

Family: None

Significant Other(s): Susannah (ex-girlfriend), Lenora Janeth (crush for a while before letting the crush go), Barbara Lake (@sparksofdaylight / Austrian Trollhunter verse)

Children: None

Closest Friends: Rick Sanchez (@advnterccs), C-Rick Sanchez (@countlessrealities), Thomas Lawrence, Lenora Janeth, and Walter Strickler

Rivals: N/A

Enemies: The Gumm-Gumms

Eye Color(s): Blue

Hair Color(s): Blonde

Height: 6'2"

Weight: Haven't decided yet

Body Build: Strongly built, especially in his shoulders/arms/torso, and pretty much fit

Notable Physical Traits: He has scars on his upper back.

Tagged by: @pvachypessa

Tagging: Anybody can do this

[endsvilleborn]

@advnterccs​​

Nothing made Mandy anxious -- Cosmic eldritch horrors, supernatural phenomena, space anomalies predating the first sun or star. She’d tussled with elder gods, Olympians, titans, superheroes, supervillains, and one carton of orange juice after a good tooth-brushing. All for fifteen years, starting from the day she enslaved the grim reaper himself.

Nothing got her anxious. Except for one human being.  ❝Sanchez.❞  She hadn’t felt this clammy before. She knew what Rick was capable of. And she was fortunate to not have crossed paths with him up until now. But it was bound to happen sooner or later - Right? An unstoppable force cannot exist in the same universe as an immovable object. Which was Mandy? Which was Rick? She wasn’t eager to find out.

[spxcemuses]

What color are you?

Tagged by: @traiilblaziing (ty friend ^^) Tagging: @defactomatriarch,  @dandelicn, @advnterccs, @the-trxangle-guy​, @infernal-general​, @museswanttofite​ + whoever else wants to steal this, go for it! 

Tzekel-Kan: 

red

you are angry, aren't you. how apt. you laugh and show your teeth when you smile and never ever let your audience forget that you are dangerous, and then when your theatre clears you do not stop performing. you have not stopped in a very long time, because when you do someone is going to see you as a person instead of a pedestal, and that is not an option. when you are vulnerable again, you will be held.

Rick Sanchez: 

black

tell me about isolation, beloved. tell me about loneliness in a crowd of thousands, about painting yourself deaf, about becoming something nobody can hold in their hands without it stinging. you are still breathing, out of spite or otherwise. sing with me.

Syndrome:

grey

repression tastes like chalk. you build yourself a lighthouse and haunt the stairwell all on your own- you think it's funny. you are angry, and tired, and people want so much from you but never listen when you speak. don't be petty- keep talking- i will listen.

Cletus: 

white

you are a caricature of yourself. you are blank, and cruel people perceive that as purity. fangs are white, too- learn to bite. learn to rip and tear. you would benefit from finding another color to swallow down. protect yourself. you deserve it.

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@therealricksanchezpleasestandup​: Rick Sanchez

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@advnterccs said: "Yeah, I bet it would be really easy for you," Rick's tone was mocking. "Maybe you want to prove how easy it would be or are you just going to stand there?"

"Mr. Sanchez, I think you're too drunk to realize where you are, so let me help you out."

"You're in a boxing gym, owned and operated by my daughter, who happens to be an amateur boxing champ. Today, there's a class in self-defense, and she's the teacher."

"I don't need to move a muscle. I just have to wait for you to give her a reason."

[countlessrealities]

"Shut Up" Kiss starters

@advnterccs sent: "I love you. That's all that matters." 💋 { To your Rick from my Rick ofc }

Fights were something intrinsic to every sort of relationship. Friends, family, romantic partners. Wherever there was an attachment deep enough to make you care about the other person's opinons, conflict was bound to happen. Even when you were trying everything in your power to prevent it.

Rick knew that, perhaps a little too well. He had gotten used to his personal bonds ending in heartbreak of some kind more often than not. So much that, in certain moments, he even believed that it was the only outcome he could ever have. Because of that, at some point, he had even started to intentionally cause those fights. It was dumb, it was self-destructive, but he clung to the idea that you got less hurt, if you were the one to bring harm first.

It had never really worked out that way, but bad habits were always hard to break. If not impossible.

Or, at least, that was what he had believed until his boyfriend had proved him wrong. His counterpart did that a lot, even if never on purpose, and Rick still didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse. What was for sure was that it was a fact and he would have never had it any other way.

It came with his other self and he would never change a single thing about him, good or bad, no matter what.

The thought caused his chest to tighten painfully. Fighting with his boyfriend was something he truly hated. They rarely did, something he was thankful for, but at times it just couldn't be avoided. Their egos, their personalities, their tempers, so many things about them and their lives made it unavoidable, even for the smartest men in the universe.

They always made up, no matter how bad the fight was, and that was the only knowledge that made the whole process bearable, but that didn't change that it was agony. Like his heart was ripped out every time.

"L-Listen, Rick, I...That wasn't fair. W-What I said," he started, voice filled with regret and uncertainty. "I-I was mad and you were mad, an-and we both fucked up, but...I-I still shouldn't have."

He wasn't sure of how to word it right, he had never been good at apologies, but this had to be perfect. He had to make it up to his counterpart properly. It was the least he could do.

"I-I guess that what I'm trying to say is...-"

And he himself would have never know what it was because his boyfriend placed a finger on his lips before he could finish the sentence, speaking those sweet, warm words in a whisper. And those alone were enough to make Rick melt.

The kiss that followed only fed into that feeling, washing over him like a gentle wave of soft bliss and wiping away the ache that had still been echoing in his heart. The touch of those lips made him forget everything, as if it was enough to collapse the universe into a bubble were just the two of them existed. A space were all he could feel was love and them.

They were far from perfect and there would be more ups and downs waiting for them along the road, but honestly? He would gladly embrace them all because what they had there, while it could never be paradise, was all they longed for and all they thought they could never find again.

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‘Ship Bias’

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2. Petal x Blue Pearl

3. Petal x Yellow Pearl

4. Petal x Zapp @captnzapp

5. Petal x Rick Sanchez @advnterccs

[petalsxfallen]

👤+ Rick Sanchez

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Send me 👤+ a character name for my muse’s opinion on that character

"I mean I liked him enough to marry him and fuck him on a regular basis. Like he's an asshole but he grows on you."

[countlessrealities]

Even more incorrect quotes || Accepting !

@advnterccs sent: ✏️ { For the Ricks xD }

My Rick: I know how this must look, but I can assure you we have a perfectly logical explanation. Your Rick (probably drunk): Yeah! We're cowards!

My Rick: Sorry I'm late, I was doing things. Your Rick: Hi, I'm 'things'.

Your Rick: Hey, wanna take a shower with me? My Rick: I have a gun in that nightstand next to the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shoot me because it would mean that I've obviously gone crazy.

Your Rick: Is something burning? My Rick: My burning love for you, of course! Your Rick: ... My Rick: ... My Rick: And the kitchen is on fire....

Your Rick: You're jealous. My Rick: Jealous? Your Rick: That's why you're being so negative about this. My Rick: That's absurd. I'm always negative.

My Rick: Rick? What are you doing here? Your Rick, wearing a hawaiian shirt, sunglasses and holding a gatorade: My best.

My Rick: I'm so cool. I'm an absolute Chad. I'm the epitome of coolness and awesomeness. Your Rick: Hi. My Rick: *melts down into a flustered heap of softness*

Your Rick: If I run and leap at Rick, he'll catch me in their arms. Your Rick, running towards my Rick: Coming in! My Rick: No! I'm holding coffee! My Rick: *drops the coffee and catches your Rick*

[countlessrealities]

Send “🍊” (or “orange”) to throw an orange at my muse || Accepting !

@advnterccs sent: 🍊 { To Alastor from Rick ! }

The orange doesn't reach his target because it's snatched mid-air by a black tentacle, inches away from the Radio Demon's head. Alastor's back has been to Rick the whole time, but his shadow is unnaturally stretched along the closest wall, grinning maliciously at the human.

Big mistake.

"I'd say 'try again you might get lucky', but I really wouldn't if I were you. You wouldn't like what your 'luck' would bring you. I can promise you that."

Another tentacle suddenly sprouts from the ground, wrapping around Rick's ankle and yanking him off his feet. It lets the scientist hit the ground, face first, before lifting him upside down, its grip on the man's leg not loosening in the slightest.

Only then Alastor turns around and casually saunters towards the other, coming to stand in front of him. He bends down a little as the shadows rise Rick a little more, so that they are almost eye to eye.

"Consider yourself warned, my reckless fellow," he says with a hum, red eyes shining brightly in an obvious threat. "But of course, you're free to not heed my words. Just know that, would that be the case..."

His voice trails off as their surroundings suddenly get much darker, the air filling with static.

"Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅO̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅU̴̡̢̱̳̳͓̗͔̮̔͜͜͜ W̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚O̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅN̸̡̧͕͙̼̻̳̦̪̞̯͎̦͓̏̒͌͑͒͊̾͌̑̅̕͝ͅ'T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕ B̶̨̛̺̤̱̾̀́̋̔̆̏̎͘͘Ȩ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑ W̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ą̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏L̷͖͈̓͌̎̉͒͗͂̓̌̚͝K̵̢̛̛͉̳̫͔̺̱̗̫̽̉́͋̾́͂͛I̸̺̺͎̰̥̜̯̼̮̰͖̜͂͆̿̈́̿̔N̸̡̧͕͙̼̻̳̦̪̞̯͎̦͓̏̒͌͑͒͊̾͌̑̅̕͝ͅG̶̺̥̎̄͌͑͂̔̏̓̂́̈́͜͝͝͝͝ͅ Ą̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏W̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ą̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅ W̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚I̸̺̺͎̰̥̜̯̼̮̰͖̜͂͆̿̈́̿̔T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝ Ą̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏L̷͖͈̓͌̎̉͒͗͂̓̌̚͝L̷͖͈̓͌̎̉͒͗͂̓̌̚͝ Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅO̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅU̴̡̢̱̳̳͓̗͔̮̔͜͜͜Ŗ̷͇̙̰̭̪̟̺̲̜̹͔̎̍́ͅ L̷͖͈̓͌̎̉͒͗͂̓̌̚͝I̸̺̺͎̰̥̜̯̼̮̰͖̜͂͆̿̈́̿̔M̶̧͚̪͉̯̜̰͎̘̀͋̇̀͗̍́͆̑̏͂̿̊̚B̶̨̛̺̤̱̾̀́̋̔̆̏̎͘͘Ś̸͙̺̥̰̯͙̭͆̏͂."

With that, the Radio Demon pokes the side of Rick's head with his microphone and turns on his heels, his laughter echoing as he walks away. The tentacle releases the man as abruptly as it had grabbed him, letting him crash into the ground once again.

[countlessrealities]

Send “🍊” (or “orange”) to throw an orange at my muse || Accepting !

@advnterccs sent: 🍊 { To your Morty from my Rick xD }

The orange hits Morty right on the head, making him accidentally making him rip the cable of the machine he had been trying to carefully. Electricity sparked out of the hatch, frying some of the circuits in the process.

Great, hours of work ruined in the matter of a few seconds.

"W-What the hell!" The teen yells, turning around in a rush, face twisted in a furious scowl. "R-Rick, geez! I-I was almost done with that an-and look at what you made me do!"

He isn't even sure of which Rick this is, but it doesn't matter. They can be equally bad, so he would get mad in the same way at either of them, even if he knew. His eyes fall on the ground, where the orange has rolled a little further away from where he's sitting.

"W-What...Why did you..?"

Instead of finishing his question, Morty throws his hands in the air and stands up to pick up the fruit. He would be wasting his breath, demanding Rick to explain himself. It's not worth it.

"Y-You know what? I-I don't care. J-Just...fuck off, I need to get this done."

With that, while still obviously fuming, he throws the orange back at the scientist. And if the toss has a little too much energy to it and if it's strategically aimed at Rick's groin-level height, well...It's nothing the man doesn't deserve.

[countlessrealities]

{ @advnterccs }

"Oh, is that so? I'm surprised. With your arrogance, you should have become a permanent resident of this part of Hell years ago." Their surroundings darken, shadows expanding all around him. "But perhaps that's why I never killed you."

Before he can move or order his shadows to, however, Alastor gets grabbed from the coat.

"Oh no, mister, you don't! After the mess you caused yesterday? No fucking way I let you get into another fight. Shoo, or I'll tell Charlie about all this. And you know that she'll side with Lucifer."

She turns towards Rick.

"And you, fuck off before I gut you myself."

[countlessrealities]

@advnterccs sent:

After the few hours were up, Rick immediately portaled his way over to his counterpart. He snuck up behind him, covered his eyes with his hands. "Trust me, j-just follow me, okay?" Only to lead him through another portal.

They were in the middle of the dining room and he uncovered those eyes. The lights were off, the room illuminated by the candles in the middle of the table. The dining table was covered in rose petals. Two freshly cooked meals were at the table. A little fancy and something home-made.

His hands dropped onto those shoulders, squeezing gently. "I-I hope this can make up for me forgetting about the gift, y-you might not think it's nothing, but shit, I feel really fucking bad," He whispered. "So let me treat you like a fucking king for the rest of the day, alright, I-I even baked you a cake."

He snorted. "Don't worry, I-I'm not going to sing you happy birthday, we'll just cut the cake and eat it."

{ To your Rick from my Rick !! // special candlelight dinner date for them uwu }

Those two hands covering his eyes out of the blue startled Rick. It wasn't that he hadn't believed his counterpart when he had said that he would make it up to him. He did believe him, because he knew that his other self meant it, but that was the problem. So, he had hoped, foolishly, that the whole ordeal would just be forgotten.

So, after leaving his boyfriend's house, he had settled in one of the most superficial levels of his underground lab, drinking away the time as he moved from one project to the next, failing to find something that could hold his attention. He had thought that putting some physical distance between them would have made suppressing the urge to apologise easier, but it had soon became evident that this too had been wistful thinking.

"R-Rick..." He started, but all the other words he wanted to say died on his tongue. The love of his life was asking him to trust him. How could he deny him when this was the only being in existence he would trust with everything?

Teeth sinking in his tongue to keep himself quiet, Rick allowed himself to be guided, distractedly recognising the tingling of a portal on his skin as they crossed the space-continuum to land back in hs boyfriend's living room.

Under other circumstances, the little spectacle that welcomed him once he was allowed to see again would have made him melt. The living room had been transformed into an almost dreamy location, with the soft glow of the candle and the faint scent of the rose petals filling the air. The food that was waiting for them looked absolutely delicious, even more with the knowledge that his counterpart had cooked everything himself, just for him.

It was beautiful, it was touching, it was perfect.

However, that just made Rick feel like the biggest asshole of the multiverse. And when his other self confessed that he was feeling bad because of something he had done, his beliefs were confirmed. His boyfriend had been planning on just ignoring the day and not only he had forced the other to acknowledge it, but him feeling like he had to go through all this trouble was also on him.

He had been so stupid. He should have known better. Why had he thought that they should celebrate their birthday when their lives were feeling even emptier than before?

Yet, he knew that he couldn't speak his real thoughts, nor showing his true feelings. The guilt, the self-loathing, the anger, the frustration. He had to hide them, not to make it even worse, not to hurt the love of his life even more than he had already done.

Conjuring his best smile was as painful as swallowing a handful of glass shards, but he managed anyway and he made himself take his boyfriend's hand, so he could drop a kiss on his palm.

"B-Baby, you have nothing to apologise for. I-I promise." I should be the one apologising. "T-This is fuckin' amazing. Y-You are fuckin' amazing." I don't deserve you, not when I can't get even the smallest thing right. "T-Thank you, Rick. F-For real." I'm so fucking sorry. "I-I couldn't have asked for anything better."

He even managed to push out a believably amused laugh at his other self's joke, leaning into him as he was guided towards his spot at the table.

He would power through the whole night, making sure that his counterpart saw nothing but him having a good time. Once he would be once again alone in his lab, then and only then he would have let out the bile that was clogging his throat and lungs.