#[ v. Rick Double Morty and Trouble ; timeline split :: c137 Morty ]

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CUPID'S ARROWS EVENT || Active !

@yournamedarling sent: "Mr. Rick I need your help there was another Rick in here and he was really scary and he kept asking me questions about other Rick customers and making me uncomfortable and then he put a force field over the bar and he made me sit down and then a police officer got split in half and then I had to give him a really expensive absinthe and then he threatened me and then he probed my brain and my brain hurty and I throwed up." They are still probably feeling the brain probing effects which is causing them to talk in run-on sentences.

Under normal circumstances, Rick would have rolled his eyes at the "Mr" that Yu-nae had used to address him. It might not be as bad as being called "Mr Sanchez", but it still feels ridiculous and just not him. Not to mention that he would have most likely told the bartender to slow down because he was "making no fuckin' sense".

However, these aren't normal circumstances. So, instead of being annoyed or at least confused, the scientist finds himself staring at the other with wide eyes, as if he was seeing them for the first time. And damn if Yu-nae wasn't making a very different impression compared to their actual first meeting.

Had their features always been so charming sharp? Had the bags under their eyes always made those irises stand out like that? And their intriguingly androgynous form...how hadn't he noticed it before?

Well, fuck it. It doesn't matter because he is seeing it now. And this seems like the perfect occasion to do something about it. He can't miss it, now, can he?

"H-Hey, hey, easy, beautiful. L-Let's start with the essential things, shall we?" He starts, almost purring out the words, as if he had been oblivious to the other's distress. "T-There's no 'mister' here, j-juuust Rick."

He leans into the bartender's personal space with his best charming smirk.

"B-But damn, it seems like someone played a f-fucking number on your head. M-Maybe someone should screw it back in place? I-If it wasn't clear, I-I'm volunteering.~"

And he goes as far as wiggling his eyebrows in a way that's openly suggestive. If Yu-nae hasn't caught up with the fact that something is very much out of place till now, this should be explicit enough to warn him.

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The joke gained them a snort from Rick, but the scientist's amusement was short-lived, the little grin that had curled his lips quickly turning into a frown when he found himself being pushed out of Yu-nae's space.

Or, perhaps, the right term to describe his expression would have been "pout".

"Oh, c-c'mon, are you for fuckin' real? Y-You were ready to have sex with me ten minutes ago an-and now I'm scary you?" He complained, crossing his arms over his chest. "G-Geez, I think I liked you better w-with your brain all scrambled."

The rejection hurt a little, especially after he had gotten a taste of what he was currently craving, but he forced himself to remember that he was not supposed to be lusting after the other and, even less, to be smitten with them.

"F-Fine, whatever." With a scoff, Rick pushed himself on his fit. "L-Let's get you in the garage, I-I have the sort of shit tha-that should fix you up in a jiffy."

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ "Wow, a joint gift? Now you're really going below and beyond," Yu-nae joked, they too, also starting to feel back to normal. Maybe the mind numbing had been temporary after all, or conversation was to it like coffee or a cold shower was to a hang over.

Groggily, they leaned away from the scientist, putting their hand over his face and pushing away, just like he was pushing his luck.

"Dude, whatever's wrong with you, get it fixed *yesterday.* You're starting to scare me." Their tone light-hearted enough, but still with intention in their voice.

"Of course now that means I have to add *another* person to my Christmas shopping list."

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A Heart for a Kiss || Accepting !

@mcltiples sent: ❤️ for a romantic kiss. { To your Rick from my Rick ! }

The night was beautiful. The stars shone brightly in the sky, thickening in its middle to draw the greenish arch of an alien galaxy. All around there was nothing but the sandy expanse of the beach, golden and silent. The only sound came from the ocean, purple waves caressing the shore in rhythmical whispers.

Rick agreed that the landscape was breathtaking, worthy of being stared at for hours, especially while it was bathed in the golden rays of the moonlight. It was why he had chosen to bring his boyfriend here, wanting to share the wonder of that place with the one he loved the most.

However, in truth, he found it really hard to pay attention to his surroundings because he was too busy staring at his counterpart. Every time they were together, the rest of the world seemed to fade away, until it became nothing but a white background noise. So easy to ignore and forget.

Ice blue eyes kept tracing the shadows that the dim light cast on that handsome face, mesmerised as if it had been the first time he was seeing it. He was hyper aware of their sides pressing together as they sat on the beach, comfortably sharing their body warmth. The scent of his boyfriend's aftershave tickled his nostrils, mixing with the salty smell of the seawater.

It was insane. How could he still be so utterly lovestruck after all this time? It shouldn't have been possible. He had thought that he couldn't be possible, up until the moment he had been proved wrong.

And fuck if he wasn't glad for it. His other self was the best thing that had, and would ever have without doubt, happened to him.

Following the flood of tender longing those thoughts brought him, he reached out, cupping his counterpart's jaw with his hand to turn his head towards him, so that they could be face to face. God, there were no words to describe how much he loved that man. All of him, down to the smallest detail, even the parts he couldn't stand at times. They contributed to make his boyfriend who he was, so how could he not love them too?

For a moment, it looked like he was about to say something, but the only thing that left his lips was a quiet breath. Instead, he leant in and captured that mouth in a soft but passionate kiss. His lips slowly explored his counterpart's, as he took his time to savour the kiss before deepening it. Even when he did, his movements remained slow, as if he had been trying to memorise every inch and every second of how his boyfriend felt and tasted.

He couldn't have said how long they stayed like that, lost in each other, and he couldn't have cared less. Once they finally broke away, he rested his forehead against his counterpart, his expression full of the affection and adoration he was feeling.

"A-At times, when I'm with you, I-I can't remember what my life was like b-before we met," he spoke in a whisper, locking their eyes together. "An-And you know what? I-I don't fuckin' care that I don't. I-It's fuckin' great, b-because you made my life a thousand times better. I-I feel like my life really started with you."

It was sappy as fuck and it probably sounded like an exaggeration, but he meant every word. To hell with the act he usually put on, to hell with the sort of reputation he likes upholding for himself. To hell with his fears and wounds and insecurities. None of that mattered, not when he was with his soulmate.

The smile came back on his lips, a little brighter than before, and he didn't wait for an answer or a reaction. He closed the distance between them again, stealing another, more heated kiss.

All that mattered was them. Forever and a thousand years.

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@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."

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Morty allowed himself to be pulled along, eyes filled with enthusiasm. Now that they had put their worries behind them, he couldn't have said what he was more excited about. Of course he was eager to spend proper time with his boyfriend, but there was so much more.

As they sped up the staircase, he brushed his fingers over the intricate railing. The resort had looked pretty cool from the pictures, but now that he was there, seeing it in person? It was so much cooler. The deterioration, while obvious, didn't really take away the charm of the place. If something, it added a sense of mystery to it, and he couldn't wait to have the chance to explore.

Then, there was the fact that he'd be allowed to forget, at least for a while, about all the concern and the tension and the uncertainty that had been haunting all of them. Rest and relaxation wouldn't usually fit his definition of a fun time, but they were all exhausted and they needed it. To hell with whatever the Ricks said.

And speaking of their grandfathers...It was nice to finally hang out with them without the constant shadow of their obsessive search hanging between them.

"I-I'm sure there's plenty of those! I-I mean, this place looks like...y-you know. T-The kind of place where t-they only have big suites!" He answered, mind already filling with expectation. They would find the perfect room, he had no doubts. "S-Sure, they'll be messy, b-but it won't be anything we can't fix!"

Just as his counterpart, Rick found himself staring after the two teenagers as they disappeared on the upper floor. It's a been a long while since he had seen them so carefree and, while he refused to feel guilty about it, it was still good to witness.

Shaking his head with a soft snort, he followed his boyfriend, shooting the dark staircase they had to use a half-hearted glare. Hopefully they'll be able to use the elevator once they had gotten the power on again, or it would have taken ages to navigate the bulding.

"M-Maybe, but hey, I-I'm not complaining. I-It means that I have an excuse t-to be alone with my baby longer," he purred in a playful tone, reaching out to gently pinch his other self's side. Then he leant in, careful not to accidentally cause them to trip. "An-And you know what? C-Creepy basements can be hot with the right company an-and we'd deserve a reward for fixing this shit.~"

The kiss on the corner of Morty's mouth made his lips pull into a smile. It was a start to their vacation and a reminder that he had nothing to worry about. So he leaned forward to give a kiss in return, placed right on his counterpart's cheek. Chuckling a little.

"Okay," Was what he managed to say in a light tone, allowing himself to be pulled towards the hotel.

A soft smirk spread across Rick's face. "I miss you too," He responded, closing his eyes for a second to revel in the nuzzling.

It definitely seemed like this vacation was going to be a great one. With how things were going so far and the look of the island. Everything seemed to fall right into place. One that both Rick and Morty could appreciate.

Standing inside the worn out hotel, Morty looked up at the chandelier as well. "Woah," He didn't realize this place was so fancy. Or, at least, it used to be.

Instead of gawking anymore, he nodded at the other Rick and gently pulled his boyfriend by the arm up the stairs. "Maybe we can find one of those, y-you know, large suites o-or something." He was hopeful that there had to be big rooms in this place.

Separating himself from his boyfriend, Rick smiled as he watched the Mortys went to find their rooms. Something about it just lit up a warmth inside of him. And he wouldn't admit it to himself, but it felt like they were a real family.

"C'mon, I-I think the generators are in the basement of this place, shouldn't take too long to get it up and running."

As he said that, he began to walk through the hotel's foyer and found the back exit. One that lead to a fleet of stairs. If his guess was right, it was just a couple of floors down. So he began to descend down them.

"Damn, I-It might take more time getting down there than to actually turn the fucking thing on."

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@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.

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Rick could tell that he was about to get what he wanted the moment Morty opened his mouth, before the first syllable could leave his lips, before the first, extremely telling nam could be spelled out.

A sense of victory rushed through his vain, tasting like blue cotton candy. He was the absolute best. No one could be beat him. Fuck it all, fuck them all, C-137 Rick was the one and only god. Both of them.

"D-Damn, Morty, are you fuckin' serious?" Was that what the teen had been all worked up about? "A-As if...you little idiot! D-Don't tell him I told you, b-but my Morty has a fucking album of pictures of the two of you. I-I caught him kissing a few of them." Cue to a snort. "An-And don't forget it, y-you were there first. Y-You're the orginal, c-can't fuckin' beat that!"

His arm wrapped around the teen's shoulders tightly, perhaps too tightly, as the bright colour all around him suddenly turned dark and cold and nauseating. That Morty, and his Rick, were the firsts, the originals, the real ones. While he...he was not.

"L-Let's go to Blips and Chitz. L-Let's go have a fuckin' blast," he blurted out, speaking a tad too quickly. "G-Gonna get so wasted I-I'll forget my own name an-and you," he stabbed his index in Morty's chest, "are gonna keep it real. K-Keep me real. Got it? H-Hell yeah, Wonderland, here we come!"

And with that, he whipped out the portal gun, fumbling with it as he keyed in the coordinates.

Of course Morty couldn't see the elaborate trap that he'd been put in. All he knew was the euphoria tingling all through-out his veins. The colors that swirled and hugged him. That high, ecstatic emotion that bubbled up within his chest.

Enough energy to burst out with the demand that Rick gave.

"I-I'll tell 'em, Meg, I-I'm not just some collectable for you to enjoy. I-I might be Morty Smith, but I-I'm so much more than that. And PM, y-you know I-I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you, so don't fall for Meg more than y-you love me, okay? We - We can all love each other equally!"

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Texts meme || Accepting !

@advnterccs sent: ( 🙈 ) a text meant for someone else { To your Rick from my Rick !! }

[text] I FUKCIN SWEAR if uyou dont get taht crap out...BACK whatver!! [text] im turnjng you into a bunch fo gazorpazr SHIT adn you dont know hw much taht stink oyu dont want to know [text] goddammt jerry USLESS PEICE FO SHIT

One didn't need to see Rick's face to know that he was furious at least. The tone of the messages made it clear, and the fact that half of the words were written in caps only strengthened that impression.

Then there was the matter of the typos, but that spoke of a whole different story. Namely, that he had to be drunk too.

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Truth Serum + Rick, don't you think it's a little obvious that your counterpart has a big crush on Fish? How does that make you feel?

Truth Serum Time || Accepting !

Mouth curling in a scowl, Rick glares hard at the query. Great, the busybodies are back. Is it just him or the questions get more and more annoying every time? Even though, deep down, he knows that he should have expected this sort of prying. After all, the tension among the three of them can get palpable.

"Y-Yeah, no shit Rick has a crush. A-A fuckin' blind man would see h-how much he is into hr," he finds himself claiming, voice dripping annoyance.

His eyes, however, go wide almost immediately after in shock. That's not what he was planning to say. He had meant to tell the idiot to mind his own business and get lost, but instead those are the words that have tumbled out of his mouth.

What the fuck?!

"A-Alright, shit, that's not...I-It's not a problem if he likes her," he hurries to amend because he doesn't want to sound like he's mad at his boyfriend. He's not. And he is being genuine about it. Perhaps a little too genuine. "D-Damn, I told him to drop his bullshit an-and for it, okay? I-I'm not going to get in their way i-if they end up dating or whatnot."

He glances away as he speaks that last part, his expression turning uneasy. He might not be lying, but the matter if much more complicated than that. Much more complicated than he wants to admit to himself.

"I...A-As long shit doesn't get weird, I-I can make myself be fine with it," he eventually goes on, in a quieter voice. His tone is uncertain, as if he couldn't decide on how to feel about it all. "I-It's...I want Rick to be happy. N-Nothing is more important than that w-when him being happy is on of the alternative. I-I'll always choose what leads to that. B-Because that's how much I love him an-and because he deserves it. A-After all the shit we went through...H-He really does."

His chest feels a little tight at that, but not necessarily in a bad way. Even despite the bitter taste that has spread on his tongue, his expression briefly softens in a loving look as he speaks about his counterpart.

"B-Besides...Fish and I are friends. I-It's not like...I mean, yeah, we fuck, an-and it's really fuckin' great an-and if we were to...stop because she and Rick...I-I'll deal with it. I-I wouldn't be happy, but as I said, w-we're friends. Just...friends."

But is that even true? He doesn't know. He has never bothered to look at their relationship too close. What they have works and he's good with it. Yet, the idea of losing that side of their relationship...

Rick shakes his head, unwilling to follow that trail of thoughts. It doesn't matter. It can't matter. It stings, but he has meant what he has said about wanting to make his boyfriend happy first and foremost.

"W-Whatever, there you go. I-I spilled my fuckin' guts an-and feelings, now fuck off. Y-You won't like it if I make you."

{ @advnterccs (Rick) & @imprvdente - mentioned }

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Send my muse 📱to see what your muse is listed as in their phone || Accepting !

@advnterccs sent: 📱 { to your Rick & Morty from my Rick & Morty ! }

Contact name: Rick 💙

Contact picture: He changes it quiet often, because he wants to see "all the shades of that handsome face", but he tends to choose pictures in which his boyfriend looks either badass or cool or particularly handsome

Ringtone: "The One" - Skillet

Last text sent: Morty and I stumbled upon that space food truck you and I ate at on our last date and it made me think of you💙 And it also reminded me of what we did after we grabbed the snack😜

Contact name: Other Morty 😺

Contact picture: He caught him while he was trying to sound smart and the picture was too hilarious not to be used

Ringtone: "Count on Me" - Bruno Mars

Last text sent: You. Me. Secret adventure. Don't ask, just be ready when I grab you.

Contact name: FM 💛

Contact picture: It's a picture he has secretly taking on one of their dates. His boyfriend looked perfectly content and every time he sees the contact picture is a reminder than he can make his other self happy

Ringtone: "Against the World" - Beyond the Black

Last text sent: Hey, wanna go to this new arcade Rick and I passed on our way back home? I marked down the coordinates, it seemed really cool. I think they have VR games and shit too.

Contact name: Other Rick 🛸

Contact picture: He snapped a picture of him while he was staring at his own Rick, to have proof that the two of them can truly look that smitten. Also, he just likes seeing them happy

Ringtone: "Never let me down again" - Depeche Mode

Last text sent: Rick told me to let you know that he'll be a little late. He also said "don't ask why, you'll feel it"...?

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Send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours || Accepting !

@advnterccs sent:🖤 { For the Ricks ofc fshdjkf }

Attractiveness

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words

"I-I could go on a rant a-about how hot and gorgeous my boyfriend is, b-but I'll fuckin' sum it up by saying this. I-If you look at him an-and you don't see that he is t-the most handsome, sexiest, attractive, m-mouth-watering piece of ass you've ever seen in your life, t-then you need new eyes. N-Not glasses, t-they won't fuckin' do. G-Get a new pair of eyes. An-And a new brain with better tastes, w-while you're at it."

Personality

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible

"W-We...Our personalities are really fuckin' similar an-and I can't say that I-I am the easiest person to deal with. I-I'm the fuckin' opposite. An-And Rick...as much as I'd love to say tha-that he's perfect, he's not. H-He has a lot of shitty traits, almost as many as the good ones...b-but when they don't get between us? E-Even those are enticing on him. S-So...we make it work. An-And knowing each other inside out...i-it makes shit easier, o-on the long term."

Level of friendship

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend

"R-Rick is my best friend. W-We understand each other in ways n-no one else ever will. W-We are closer than we could ever be w-with anyone. R-Romantically, b-but platonically too. I-I just...I-I trust him. With everything. M-Morty than anyone. E-Even more than myself. I-I trust him with shit I-I wouldn't trust me with. B-Because I know for certain tha-that he'll go to hell and back not to fail me."

First impression of them

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them

"S-Saying that our forced encounter was messy i-is a fuckin' understatement. W-We were instantly distrustful of each other on principle b-because we were dealing with another Rick. T-Then we found out that we were the same Rick an-and we disliked each other even more. S-Self-loathing and all that shit. Y-Yet...we bonded a little, w-while figuring out how to leave the limbo. An-And the whole gun thing? S-Shit, that was hot. H-He was hot."

Current impression of them

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them

"I-I've said it a thousand times, s-so I won't go on a rant about this either, b-but...Rick is everything. M-My universe starts and ends w-with him. W-When we are together, a-all matters is us. I-I could have just him in my life f-from not to the end of forever an-and it would be enough. I-I've doubted everything in my life, b-but now I can't even think about doubting him an-and all that he is to me."

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When Karl remained quiet, obviously chastised by the cutting tone he had used, Rick glanced away, feeling a little bad. He had fled the house not to snap at someone and start a fight, but apparently he had ended up biting off someone's head anyway. And it was someone who definitely didn't deserve it.

"N-Nah, pal, it's not on you. I-I shouldn't take my fuckin' bad mood out on you," the scientist grumbled under his breath, kicking his feet a little before stretching his legs under the coffee table. "B-But you know how it is. B-Bad habits and all that."

At the offer, he went quiet once again, as he pondered his options. On one hand, he didn't like the idea of telling his friend what was troubling him, because he didn't want Karl to tell him that he should go back to work it out or, worse, to point out his part of the blame. On the other, however, the prospect of having a chance to bitch about what had happened held a certain appeal.

"...I-It's Morty," he eventually admitted, after a couple of minutes of silence. "T-The little shit...W-We got in a fight. An-And yeah, it's nothing fuckin' new, b-but...I guess this one was worse than the usual."

Karl was hoping to get Rick to make a witty remark, something clever to say for the last ten good minutes now until Rick made a harsh remark towards him, causing him to shut up. He remained rather too silent, his eyes softening slightly. "I-...I'm sorry, C-Rick. I shouldn't...I shouldn't have egged you on like that." He sighed, seeming solemn. He is indeed embarrassing himself and he felt guilt gnawing up inside his chest. "Did...did you want to talk about it or just sit here in silence?"

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@shctupmeg sent: "Hi Mister Sanchez. Is Morty gonna be busy going on any adventures with you today?" for Rick

For over a minute, Meg's question didn't receive any sort of answer from Rick. The scientist didn't even acknowledge her, almost as if he hadn't heard her at all. His gaze remained focused on the complicated tangle of cables he was working on and his fingers didn't pause, not even for a split second.

The girl was left there standing just past the roller shutter of the garage, probably wondering whether or not she should speak up again.

Eventually, though, Rick finally noticed her, the nagging feeling of being stared at causing him to look up from the device. He set down the tweezers he had been using and pulled the goggles off his eyes, lips curling in a displeased frown. It was obvious that he wasn't too thrilled about her interruption.

"W-What?" He asked, squinting at her, half annoyed and half puzzled. "W-Wait, you were talking to me? W-Why did you...T-The fuck you called me? 'M-Mister Sanchez' was my father an-and thank fuck he's been dead for a while now. J-Just call me Rick as everyone does, geez."

He grumbled something else under his breath, his words too quiet for Meg to make them out.

"A-As for Morty...I don't know. I-I don't always plan adventures. W-We do a lot of spontaneous ones, you know? S-So the mood strikes or-or I find something interesting I wanna do an-and I grab him."

After all, an adventure couldn't be called such if Morty wasn't with him. And if that girl thought that she could get in the middle of that? She was very, very wrong.

"H-He already asked me for an afternoon off f-for that stupid date of yours, an-and I was nice enough to agree," he went on, turning his attention back to his project. "I-I'm not handing out anything else for free. I-If you want exclusive Morty time, y-you gotta find a way to bribe me for it." A snort. "G-Good luck with that."

[countlessrealities]

@yournamedarling sent: Truth - Have you been taking the double distilled bottles of everclear from behind the counter? (For Rick) Truth serum asks || Accepting !

Rick's first impulse is to shoot Yu-Nae an incredulous glare, almost as if the accusation has offended him. And that would have been his chosen reaction, if it hadn't been for one tiny detail.

Some asshole, and whoever they are will regret that prank once he finds them, has slipped some sort of truth serum in his drink earlier that day and now he can't lie for shit. The effect shouldn't last long, but it's still beyond annoying.

"...J-Just a few of them! I-If they have been disappearing every day, t-then it's not me," he blurts out, before he could stop himself. Damn, that thing is stronger than he has thought. "S-So, if you're trying to pin on me s-some big ass liquor robbery, w-well, no fuckin' way. An-And it's on you! T-They're basically there for the grab!"

[countlessrealities]

Rick, if there was a really shiny crystal on one path, but your boyfriend (Other Rick) was in danger on the other path, which would you get to first?

Unprompted asks || Always accepting !

Rick's first reaction to the question is an offended huff. What kind of idiot would ask him something like that? The answer is real fucking obvious to anyone who has seen him and his counterpart together. As if he'd ever risk the love of his life for a stupid crystal. No matter how shiny.

...Still, he can't to be curious now. How shiny is this hypothetical crystal? If it's shiny enough to catch his attention while his boyfriend is in danger, then it has to be really shiny. More than any other crystal he has ever seen.

His resolve wavers for a brief moment. His other self can take care of himself. He knows for certain, because they are the same person and a lot of people have tried to capture or kill them during their lives. Yet, there they are, sound and standing and still on top. So, whatever this hypothetical danger might be, his boyfriend should have been able to hold on, just a few extra minutes, the time he needs to grab that really shiny crystal and run back to his aide. Right?

And then, once they are both safe, they could share it and stare at it together. To figure out what can be done with it, of course. Not just because it's beautiful and shining and they find it mesmerising. That would be absolutely rickdiculous.

...Wait. Why the fuck is he even considering other possibilities aside from the one he should have picked without a split second of hesitation? Goddammit, he knew that this was a trick question.

Gritting his teeth lightly, Rick pulls out his flask from the inner pocket of his lab coat and swallows a generous mouthful of liquor before speaking up.

"T-This is one of the dumbest questions I-I've ever heard! I-If not the fuckin' dumbest." He scoffs, rolling his eyes before his face contorts into a frown. "O-Of course I'd go to help Rick first. H-He's my fuckin' soulmate. H-He's worth more than any freakin' rock in the multiverse! I-I can find another shiny crystal. But him? T-There's only one of him."

Well, technically two, counting himself, but those are unimportant details.

Taking another swing from his flask, Rick lifts his hand, showing his middle finger. "N-Now fuck off, b-before I make you do it. An-And stuff your idiotic question up your ass. T-They might be more useful there, b-because they surely are not out of your mouth."

{ @advnterccs (Rick) - mentioned }

[countlessrealities]

Morty scratched the back of his head, shifting his weight from one feet to the other. Addressing a local wasn’t probably the smartest move, but he had run out of options. He had no idea of how to go back to the designated meeting point and, especially, or where his companions might be.

“Y-Yeah, I noticed,” he agreed, sounding dejected. It was a fact that the Ricks had failed to mention when the four of them had firstly landed in that dimension, even if he should have probably guessed it on his own. “An-And, no offense, b-but your street signs...T-They are really confusing.”

It made him wonder if it was on purpose, since that this was Hell. A part of the sinners’ punishment, having to deal with unhelpful directions for eternity.

The teen hesitated when he was asked to follow. The demon he had approached seemed friendly enough, as short and nicely dressed as he was. It was the reason why Morty had chosen to approach him specifically. Not to mention that the creature looked worried for him.

However, if there was something he had learnt from his travels around the multiverse, it was that appearance could be extremely deceiving. Still, he didn’t real have a choice, did he? He would keep his guard up and he had a weapon. Hopefully, it would be enough.

“Uh, o-okay...” He mumbled, sounding a little wary. “I-I’m Morty. W-What’s your...D-Do you have a name?”

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. || accepting

@countlessrealities sent; ❛  excuse me, i think i’m lost.  ❜ [[ @countlessrealities || My Morty to Moxxie for that little scenario we talked about, with the Mortys separately running into the Ms! x3 ]]

It was odd seeing a human in Hell. Especially from his knowledge, there wasn't anyway to travel between those two realms. Not without the grimoire, so he thought. And yet, here he stood in front of the teen. Curious as ever to know how the other got here.

"Hell's a pretty big place, especially for a human," There was a hint of worry in his tone, feeling a little bad for the teen. Something must've been wrong if the other was all alone. "I can help you find your way, uh--"

For a moment, he stammered, looking around for a place to talk more privately. They were too out in the open. Exactly on the sidewalk of a few buildings. He couldn't let any other demons see him.

"Follow me," He gestured with his hand, leading the other inside of one of the buildings. "Can I ask what your name is?"