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[false-majesty]

What Are You The God Of?

❍ ⧼   ❝ ...Isn’t that what I’ve been trying to tell you this entire time!? ❞

   ❝ FINALLY a quiz that understands me! ❞   ⧽

Tagged by: @thothscripture Tagging: @tigersteeth @billrick @evilgsanchez and whomever else that wants to

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A girl with burgundy and purple hair looks at you and asked as her eyes glow blood red for a split second"how can I destroy my enemies?" (the girl is Praxina btw)

❍ ⧼   ❝Step One: be A-KU.❞

   ❝Step Two: Realize you��re NOT A-KU.❞

   ❝Step Three: Weak and powerless that you are, FALL before your greater foes and be crushed into so much dust– one less problem for me to take care of in the future!❞   ⧽

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Here he is, playing a few games on his i-pad. Rick is sitting up, with the blanket over his shoulders, looking intensely down at the shooting game he’s playing. “Kinda funny how in the games available in your dimension everyone plays as you in the lead role protagonist. Been tryin’ to kill the samurai on this game for about like twenty minutes now on hard mode and he still ain’t dead.”

❍ ⧼   Aku glanced mildly at him over the book he was reading. He sat beside Rick on the couch he’d brought into his personal bedchambers, and they were using his spy portal to watch television– more for white noise than anything else as they concerned themselves with other, more entertaining things. Aku had a meeting to attend here in about a half hour, but for the time being he’s doing what he does best– procrastinating.

   ❝ Now you know how I feel,❞ he said simply with a roll of his eyes, not realizing the painful truth in these words until he had already returned to his book.

   ❝ Ugh…❞ he groaned aloud after a few seconds as he turned the page. His expression had already turned sour. ❝ As if I needed yet another reminder of my many, many shortcomings…❞   ⧽

[false-majesty]

Examine : The High Priestess' Chalice (you know the one...)

RPG Descriptions Meme | Not accepting.

‣Ugh. So many mistakes were born of this STUPID chalice! Literally. ( How were you supposed to know that drinking your essence would– do what it did…? ) And now you’ve reaped the consequences! Nice one! All your daughters are dead now thanks to your negligence, except for the one that managed to escape this hell-hole of course! Congratulations, you’ve hereby been awarded Dad of the Year!

What will you do?

•Break it against the floor, or maybe the wall•Step on it•Burn it•Throw it somewhere you can’t see it‣‣‣Get emotional

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Lays in bed next to him under the covers. It’s early, but most of the working world is already awake by now. He’s facing the demon, eyes wide awake and his hand holding his partner’s. There’s not much to be said here, but it’s a moment of peace nevertheless, in their life. Sometimes you just gotta appreciate the small things.

❍ ⧼   Early afternoons are usually best spent sleeping in and avoiding responsibility, if you asked Aku.

   At present, with his arm draped lightly around Rick, holding his fiancé’s body up against his own– his breathing is even and slow, his eyes are shut, and he’s trying to make good on his early afternoon plans to shirk his duties as emperor– but with Rick there, and their fingers interlocked? His mind is filled with so many adoring, frankly unbecoming thoughts that resting at all is almost impossible.

   After a few more futile moments of trying to get back to sleep, his mismatched eyes slowly blink open and he just.. He looks at him. Really looks at him, while he can– while Rick isn’t yet awake.

   For the time being, he drank in the unusual, rare brand of peace in which they presently coexisted. His flaming eyebrows are the only light this far down beneath the throne room, but the light afforded by them is just strong enough for him to see by– and take in the shape of Rick’s body pressed close to his own when he glanced down the length of the bed, as if feeling him so close is not enough to confirm this blissful reality. He can feel Rick’s legs tangled with his own under the sheets. Aku always made a point to shapeshift into a vaguely human-looking form before bed, if only so they could have moments like this; where their bodies fit together as well as their souls.

   Aku shut his eyes again for a long second, and a small, self-indulgent kind of smile made its way onto his face with this thought.

   He opened his eyes again, still smiling like this, and for a second the expression wavered as he realized Rick was finally looking back at him. He hadn’t expected to be caught red-handed gazing at him so softly, and it takes him a second to allow the expression to come back– even after all this time and practice showing his feelings around him. He still wasn’t quite versed in letting himself feel this. Even now, so many months later, he still quailed before its power– before the threat such a pure emotion presented to his baser nature. And he had a feeling it would be this way for the remainder of time.

   Never in his many millenia of life had he thought he would feel like this.

   ❝Shh…❞ He hushed him softly, silencing any words that Rick might say as he brought their joined hands up somewhat if only so he can kiss his knuckles.

   Damn. He found himself wondering how could he have allowed himself to lose sight of what was really important– even if briefly. The Him from even a few days ago was a complete and total fool…   ⧽

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A girl with blonde hair and blue eyes looks up at you and isn't scared of you and she asks nicely"um I'm Iris and you are?" her necklace glows brightly but it is barely noticeable

❍ ⧼   ❝Hi, little miss nobody!❞ greeted Aku with a sing-songy, glittery brand of false enthusiasm, not even caring enough to look up from the book he presently had open in his lap. A dark-looking and ancient thing, it seemed to be a tome on demonology– as if there could be any other topic which he would find pertinent.

   He looked up at her then and pinned her with a singularly hateful and condescending kind of look. The kind of look that usually worked to drive people away.

   ❝My name is– N̯̪̻̩͎̱ͅO͎͢T̥ ̡I̗͚̟̝Ǹ̹̲̗̘̝T͈͙E̻̬̻̺͕̫͞R̢̮̥̫E҉̖S̴̲̞T͖͈͜E͚̫̝̲̩͔̥͝D̮̲̞͙͚̥̱. What a displeasure it has been making your brief acquaintance!❞   ⧽

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fill out the angst application below.

tagged by: @mettatoniic tagging: @goldendorito @tigersteeth @billrick @krupnick (I forget whether or not you did it already, so I’m tagging you just to be certain!) AND of course @therealricksanchezpleasestandup (as always.. ♥)

basics

> Name: Aku > Age: Technically, his age is in the millions, but he’s only been conscious for a couple thousand years or so; Thus, he doesn’t know as much as many of the other Gods... > Species: Demon / God

bold what applies

DRINKER / smoker / done/does drugs / knows what a broken heart feels like ( verse dependent ) / HAS COMMITTED A CRIME ( numerous crimes against humanity ) / suffers a physical disability / SUFFERS A MENTAL DISORDER ( depression ) / has experienced severe trauma

details

> Biggest fear(s): #1 Biggest fear is definitely the fear of Death. Fears tied for second place are the loss of loved ones, the fear of usurpation, and the fear of Godly retribution. 

> Recurring nightmare: His oldest recurring nightmare was of Jack, garbed in glowing white samurai armor and riding a shining white six-legged horse bursting forth from the darkness and chasing him down, the light of justice and revenge glinting wickedly off [ ᴛʜᴇ sᴡᴏʀᴅ ] as he held it aloft in preparation to cut him down. Aku would try to turn and run from the phantom vision, only to find he couldn’t move at all. The samurai would gallop closer and closer as if in slow motion-- then, right when Jack was bearing down upon him he’d bring the sword down in a bright arc of steel and cut him down. At which point Aku would awaken and remember ( in particular ) the cut he suffered at the end of Episode XXX “Jack and the Zombies”:

More recently, he’s started suffering another trend in his nightmares. These two new dreams don’t happen as often as the so-called ‘Jack dream’, but they both still happen often enough that he can remember them clearly in the morning. In these dreams, he lives out his fear that he will some day kill Rick or kill Ashi by accident when he’s not himself.

With Ashi, he dreams about the time that he accidentally bit her on the shoulder-- and his dreaming mind takes it a step further, making it so his jaws closed on her throat rather than on her shoulder.

With Rick, he dreams about the time that he burst into Rick’s lab after Rick had texted him at an inopportune time of day, when he’d been feeling particularly deranged, and he’d then proceeded to rampage throughout the room and pin Rick down beneath him. Luckily that situation had been diffused at the last second in real life, but in the dream... Rick is not so lucky.

After dreaming either these two dreams ( often both in the same night ), he tends to spend most of the next day looking haunted ( or otherwise distracted ) and afraid to even be near them. Right alongside his fear of Jack, losing either one of them is his single biggest fear.

> Something they miss: He misses that time so long ago when he didn’t love or care about anybody, and could live his life without fear of loss or accidentally hurting those that he cares about. Back then, he could act thoughtlessly and reap no consequences except the discontent of his citizens. Now, he has to watch himself and make sure that his loved ones aren’t in the crossfire when he acts out with his powers.

> Biggest regret(s):

( Post Season 5: ) Not getting to raise or even know his own children before he lost them. Not being able to protect them from Jack whatever it is that killed them.

( Pre Season 5; Seasons 1-4 only: ) Not killing Jack in Episode XXX, “Jack and the Zombies” when he pins Jack beneath him in the graveyard. Not killing Jack when he had been disguised as Ikra. Not sending more bugs to overwhelm Jack at any point after Episode III “The First Fight”. Fucking around with fighting the triseraquins ( of all things! ) during Episode IX “Jack Under the Sea” when he SHOULD have taken his FUCKING opportunity to kill Jack when he had been in his clutches. ... And numerous similar situations...

> Pressure point(s): ( In no particular order: )

The mention of any friendship or otherwise ‘productive’ relations he could have with Jack.

The mention of his other daughter’s deaths.

The mention of the Rebellion.

The sight of ANY sword.

ANY threats directed at his fiance or daughter.

> A secret: Rick and Ashi are the only two creatures that he loves in this world, and if someone were to hurt them or kill them it would hurt Aku more than any physical pain ever would. ...But that’s not much of a secret at this point, is it?

pick one

fire or water mother or father to hurt or be hurt eerie or gory unrequited love or no love

[false-majesty]

Paper airplane just floats on by that reads- "Your dog frenched your boyfriend and then ran off with him back to his home."

…Paper airplanes? In a room that was literally made of hellfire? That just doesn’t make any sense… Or so went Aku’s incredulous thought process in the split second before he snatched the offending scrap of paper right out of the air with one deftly-timed swoop of a tendril.

He then takes a look around to see if he can spot whomever sent him this odd little… Toy? …Message? …Trinket? But there’s nobody in sight anywhere (so far as he can see), and the smell of brimstone and old burning flesh which pervaded his throne room was just strong enough to cloud his dulled senses and prevent him from ascertaining the identity of whomever it was that happened to be in the room with him. Maybe he really was just a teensy bit out of practice when it came to tracking and identifying prey…

Hmm.

He eyed his newest acquisition with a mild sense of passing interest that bordered indifference. He wasn’t terribly concerned with the toy’s origin, for it seemed harmless enough, and had no other suspicious presence about it as a trap might. But just as he’s about decided to incinerate the stupid thing and get on with his day, that’s when he notices a ghost of handwriting through the semi-translucent paper, and so he unfolded it to see what was written inside…

“…”

The room suddenly feels smaller.Much too small. Suffocating, almost.

Red tinged his vision as his senseless fingers released their grip on the page, and the paper drifted slowly to the floor.

What is the meaning of this. His conscious mind attempted a question through the haze of his mounting anger and hurt, and for a long few seconds as he stood there, stupefied by this somehow dreaded (yet not unexpected) development, this is the only thought he can manage.

Not thoughts of Rick’s betrayal.Not thoughts of his own ill-timed return.

Not thoughts of Rick or Ren or whether or not they’d had sex or whether Rick had indeed moved on despite what Morty had said, but this– a hurt his mind couldn’t quite put into words, so alien was the sensation of emotional pain.

Slowly, he bent down and picked up the paper by the edges as if the hateful thing would burn him, and he unfolded it once more at eye level so he could reread the message again. And again. And then a third time. And each time he read it, he felt more and more like a fool.

“How stupid I was to come back…” He said simply, his nose wrinkling in disgust and anger mostly directed at himself as the paper ignited between his fingers and soon burned away.

He would get to the bottom of this. Mark his words.

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examine: morty

RPG Descriptions Meme | Not accepting.

‣ Rick’s grandson. He’s got some very specific ideas on what’s right and what’s wrong, but you’ve noticed he can be impressionable– to the point that he sometimes forgets the awful things you’ve done and is surprised to see such acts committed first hand. You’re fond of him, despite your better judgment, and it doesn’t hurt that he’s supportive of your relationship (and eventual marriage) with his grandfather…

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Considering how many lives you have ruined under you reign of tyranny, I hope things end in "heart"break for you. All you deserve is endless pain and suffering. Last thing you deserve is love and acceptance.

“I have but one thing to say to that.”

“In the simplest terms: fuck you.”

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' so ... correct me if i'm wrong, darling, but are you like ... a god of hell or some otherworldly place? you can demolish humanity as we speak? what is it that you do exactly? ' but if what he just described was (almost) accurate ... that's pretty Impressive.

❍ ⧼   ❝…❛Darling?❜ ❞ Aku echoed quietly, favoring this rather… flamboyant-looking android a certain kind of incredulous, yet not offended, kind of smile. He laughed once, shortly.

   ❝That is about the gist of it,❞ he acknowledged at length, crossing his arms behind his back so that he might look upon the android with more than a little passing interest. It had been quite a long time since last he’d encountered a tourist in such a formal setting as his private sanctuary. Let alone one that was so eye-catching and glittery. Aku had the mild impression of having just met a celebrity, based on how the android carried itself alone.

   ❝You must not be from around here– for my name on this planet is commonplace, robot,❞ he said patiently, and then continued in a much louder tone of voice which echoed dramatically throughout the empty throne room– his words reverberating hellishly off the flaming walls.

   ❝I am A-KU– MASTER of MASTERS, the False Shepherd, BEAST of the FOG! OWNER of this miserable planet! I am He that rules all of Creation! ❞

   ❝ And who might you be? For what reason do you seek council with the Almighty A-ku?❞   ⧽

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Your Love Type Quiz

RESULT: The Protector (INFJ)

In love, you strive to have the perfect relationship. You have an ideal clearly in your mind. For you, relationships are nearly a spiritual experience, a bonding of souls. You don't take anything lightly. Overall, you have high expectations for any relationship you're in. You don't want to have or be anyone's second choice. However, you tend to hold back a part of yourself. You don't want to give your all until you're entirely sure. Best matches: ENTP and ENFP

Tagged by: @krupnick Tagging: whomever that wants to!

[false-majesty]

You better check on your Fiance. Other versions of you are doing stuff to his inventions...

❍ ⧼   ❝Hmm? Other versions of myself?❞ He looks away for a second in thought until he seemed to remember something, at which point he broke into an easy, arrogant smile.

   ❝Oh, you must mean him!❞ He laughed scornfully. ❝There must be some misunderstanding! He is no threat to me, and certainly he’s no threat to Rick– if he has any brains at all, anyway. Why, he’s practically domesticated!❞   ⧽

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MUSE AS A DEITY.

RULES: think carefully about your character and their development through their journey (canon or oc) within their story. fill out the chart and tag whoever you want! multi-muses, feel free to pick any of your characters—just a few, or all of them. please repost, so the dash isn’t clogged with reblogs.

GOD OF: Corruption, Vengeance, Decadence, and Worldly Pleasures

ASSOCIATED WITH: Taking one’s fate into one’s own hands, the pursuit of worldly influence and power over other people, the pursuit of worldly objects and treasure, theft, trespassing / assassination, disease and the spreading of pestilence, wine, drunkenness, drug use, prostitution and sex for pleasure, revenge / vengeance, strangers, murder, and war

SACRED PLANTS: Dead trees, particularly those that are burned alive or felled by man; any plants killed by negligence or the corruption of man

SACRED STONES/GEMS/ELEMENTS: Fool’s Gold, Mercury, Garnet

SACRED ANIMALS: Boars, any pestilential animal (ie. cockroaches, rats, mice, worms, maggots, flies, etc.), crows / ravens

COLORS: black, blood red, grey

FOOD: sugar, wine, beer, red meats, honey

SCENTS: burning oil / tar, rotten flesh, burning flesh, burning wood

ACCEPTED OFFERINGS/WAYS TO HONOR: The presenting of entrails, particularly the heart and/or intestines, to an idol/statue; the burning of a felled enemy’s heart, placing an idol in a brothel or gambling house, presenting a small token of ill-gotten wealth to an idol, praying to him before attempting exacting vengeance / assassination / theft

TAGGED BY: @tigersteeth

TAGGING: @billrick @goldendorito and of course anybody else who wants to do it. Just tag me so I know you stole it. ♥

[false-majesty]

[TEXT] I haven't been in the citadel in months. Lab is probably dusty.

[txt. (1/3):] Tell me how many servants you need to get the job done when you’re ready, and you shall have them.

[txt. (2/3):] Unless, of course, you’d rather not have just anyone bumbling through your possessions, in which case you have me to help you as needed, in addition to the supplies in the citadel’s janitorial closets.

[txt. (3/3):] Just let me know.

[false-majesty]

There's plenty more Ricks in the multi-verse.

“And just what are you suggesting?” He asked lightly, doing well to mask the danger in his tightened stance and his claws flexed open wide by crossing his arms behind his back. The very idea of pursuing some other Rick at this point after all he’d been through with C-137 was simply ludicrous; no matter the sexual possibilities which he had admittedly considered in the distant past. They’d seen too much together for such idle flights of fancy– even in his imagination.

“I am quite content with the Rick I have chosen. The others are so far beneath my consideration they may as well not exist.”