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𝐶 𝐻 𝐴 𝑅 𝐴 𝐶 𝑇 𝐸 𝑅   𝑆 𝑇 𝑈 𝐷 𝑌 : 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑇𝑆 & 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐶𝑆

repost  &  tag  away !

TAGGED:  Tagged by the wonderful @mcrtimersmith​ TAGGING: @sun-loving-boy​​, @riccardosanzio​​

    BOLD all that applies to your muse.     italicized  -  applicable in some way.

• eyes:     blue  |  green  |  brown  |  hazel |  gray  |  gray-blue  |  other • hair:     blond |  sandy  |  brown  |  black  |  auburn   |  ginger  |  grey |  white  |  multi-color | other • body type:     skinny  | slender | slim  |  built |  curvy  |  athletic |  average  |  muscular  |  pudgy |  overweight • skin:     pale  |  light  |  fair |  freckled  |  tan  | olive  |  medium  |  dark  |  discolored  |  other • gender:     male  |  female  |  trans  |  cis |  agender  |  demigender  |  genderfluid  |  other  |  doesn’t like labels  |  don’t have any definite headcanon either way • sexuality:     heterosexual  |  homosexual  |  bisexual  |  pansexual  |  asexual  |  demisexual  |  other  |  unsure  |  doesn’t like labels • romantic orientation:     homoromantic  |  heteroromantic  |  biromantic  |   panromantic  |  aromantic  |  demiromantic  |  unsure  | doesn’t like labels

• species:     human |  undead  |  shapeshifter  |  demon  |  angel  |  witch  |  ghost  |  incubus / succubus  |  werewolf  |  alien  |  mutant  |  android  | other • education:     high school |  college  |  university  | master’s degree  |  PhD  | entirely self taught | GED  | Other • i’ve been:   in love |  hurt  | ill  |  mentally abused  | bullied |  physically abused  |  tortured |  brainwashed  |  shot

• positive traits:    affectionate  |  adventurous  | athletic  |  brave |  careful |  charming  | confident  |  creative  |  cunning  |  determined  |  forgiving  |  generous  |  honest  |  humorous  |  intelligent | loyal  |  modest  | patient  |  selfless  |  polite  |  down-to-earth |  diligent  | romantic  |  moral  | fun-loving |  charismatic  |  calm • negative traits:    aggressive |  bossy  |  cynical  |  envious  |  shy  |  fearful |  greedy  |  gullible  |  jealous  | impatient  | impulsive  |  cocky  |  reckless |  insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful  |  paranoid  |  possessive  |  sarcastic  |  self-conscious |  selfish  | swears  | unstable  |  clumsy | rebellious  | emotional |  vengeful  |  anxious  |  self-sabotaging  |  self-sacrificing |  moody  |  peevish  | angry  |  pessimistic |  slacker  |  thin skinned  |  overly dramatic  | argumentative | dangerous  | prideful | gluttonous

• living situation:   lives alone |  lives with parents or guardian  | lives with significant other (it’s complicated, yoooo) | lives with friends  |  drifter |  homeless  | lives with children  |  other • parents/guardian:   mother  (deceased) |  father (deceased) |  adoptive  |  aunt  |  uncle  |  foster  |  grandmother  | grandfather  | other • sibling(s):     sister |  brother  |  none |  other | biological  | adopted • relationship:     single |  crushing  |  dating  |  engaged   |  married |  separated  | it’s complicated

• i have a(n):    developmental disorder  |  learning disorder | personality disorder  | mental disorder  | anxiety disorder |  sleep disorder |  eating disorder |  behavioral disorder  | substance-related disorder  |  PTSD |  mental disability  |  physical disability  |  other |  none

• things i’ve done before:     had alcohol |  smoked  |  stolen  |  done drugs |  self-harmed | starved | had sex | had a threesome  | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to the hospital |  gone to jail |  used a fake ID  | played hooky  | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill them

[rickq178]

@riccardosanzio

Probably better if nobody looks at Rick’s “lab notes.”

Because they look a lot like some teenager’s diary.

Complete with doodles and bad poetry.

;3 No wonder he’s a hack at science now.

Copious amounts of drugs and alcohol don’t help either.

[rickq178]

Happy Birthday, Miami Rick!

So, like a total dork, I wanted to do something special for my muse’s birthday, which happened on Friday. x3 Guess I dropped the ball a bit. Even though it’s belated, I’m going to post this birthday drabble I just wrote. Enjoy!

Rick stepped through the portal and into the living room. A sweet scent wafted from the kitchen that caught him off guard. Surely, Diane was baking cookies for Beth. She hadn’t been happy the last time he bailed, but his memory was spotty. He’d been on the bender to end all benders. After all, he had turned thirty today. He could kiss his youth goodbye. Dying young would have suited him, but apparently snorting line after line and drinking enough vodka to fill a liquor store shelf couldn’t do that for him. Maybe if he’d dipped into the Fractal Dust as a sleep aid he wouldn’t be here.

The multiverse had a sick sense of humor.

The horribly hungover man stumbled into the kitchen.

“Daddy!” Beth chimed, a big smile lighting up her face. She sat at the kitchen table with her mother decorating a cake. Her little legs swung from her booster seat. “Daddy’s back! I told you, Mommy! I told you he would be.”

Diane forced a smile only for Beth. She rose from the table and walked over to Rick, heels clicking enough across the linoleum to make his headache worse. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss.

But her kisses were never kisses anymore. She used them sparingly as means to detect the liquor on his breath. “Welcome back.”

“Good to be—URRRP—back, sweetie.”

She didn’t linger long enough for Rick to get a chance to hug her. Instead, she broke away and retreated to Beth and the cake.

“Uh, you girls didn’t have to do this.”

“Beth wanted to.”

The little girl wiggled happily in her seat. “It’s Stir‘n Frost! When a big cake’s more than you need, you need Stir‘n Frost!”

Rick sauntered over and mussed up his little girl’s hair after a moment’s hesitation, mindful to steer clear of the stitches on her forehead. “Huh. Look—Look at you. Could be the next spokesperson for Betty Crocker. You—You’re cuter than those mule twins and that mom from the ad.”

Beth giggled but Diane rolled her eyes. She lifted her daughter from the booster seat and set her down. “Sweetie, why don’t you go play outside for a minute?” She opened the sliding glass door to the backyard.

“Okay! Can I pick the flowers from the garden?”

“Of course.” Diane watched Beth toddle out before closing the door. She turned her eyes to Rick, narrowing them. “Why do you go home to him?”

“What?” Rick asked, confused. The room seemed to get darker.

“Him. Why do you go home to him every night?”

Suddenly, he was a sixty-one-year-old man and backing into a corner. His heart raced. “Diane, baby, you—you—you can’t bring Ricky into this.” He swallowed hard. “You’re dead.”

His wife corned him, slamming his back into the wall and pinning his shoulders. Her manicured nails sunk into his pink jacket. “Who do you think put me in that grave?”

Rick grimaced, the little color he had draining from his face. “Th-That wasn’t my fault!”

“Don’t you think we could’ve had a life?” Her nails dug in deeper. “If you’d just come home every night?”

“You—You know I don’t do apologies, baby. I-It’s not really my thing.”

“Oh, is that so?” Diane wore a cruel smirk. Her nails were like knives. They tore his layers of clothes, piercing his skin and drawing blood. “Then why did you used to say ‘sorry’ for every little thing when you were back in high school? You think you can reinvent yourself? Fool me? I know you, Rick Sanchez. The real you. Not this sad eighties cookie cutter version of you.”

“D-Diane…” His eyes moistened with unspilled tears. “You—You’re hurting me.”

“I guess you could never grow out of that speech impediment. Or being a crybaby.” She pulled away only to push him to his hands and knees, the cold linoleum making him ache upon impact. “Grovel. Beg for forgiveness.”

“D-D-Diane, D-Diane… Diane, I—I’m—”

Rick sat up and gasped, naked body soaked in cold sweat. His eyes darted around blurred surroundings. He breathed laboredly, chest heaving up and down. It took a few minutes to realize he was in the master bedroom of his Miami mansion. The sound of the ocean from the opened window registered belatedly over the hammering of his heart.

He fumbled, eventually locating and grabbing the flask off his nightstand and downing all of what remained.

He looked at the spot beside him. Ricky was gone. He checked the clock. Already late afternoon. Made sense. He had little Morty to look after and a life of his own.

“Th-The nightmare begins,” he mumbled to himself humorlessly. The real one, anyway. Diane had never hurt him in like that in reality. Or known Ricky. It had been a memory mixed with a recurring nightmare and a slightly varying script.

He knew what day it was. And he had to meet Miami, Beth, and the rest of them in a couple hours.

He forced himself out of bed.

Steeled with liquor and just one bump to get himself going, Rick stepped into the upscale steakhouse near Paul’s hotel. The hostess at the counter informed him of how his party was already waiting for him.

Rick found the table. It consisted of Paul, Beth, Jerry, Summer, Miami, and a vacant spot for him. Jerry’s attendance was bullshit since he never lived in Florida. Must have been for the free meal and spring break and a desperate attempt to win back his wife despite her being married to her new husband for a few years now.

“The nightmare continues,” Rick muttered under his breath.

Jerry nudged Beth. “Is he talking to himself now? Could be the beginning of early dementia.”

Beth rolled her eyes. “Jerry, please.” Paul took her hand from under the table, giving it an affectionate squeeze.  

Miami rose from his seat. Even though that stupid school made him cut his hair and almost look like any other Morty during the week, he still maintained his tan and dressed how he pleased on the weekends. He currently sported an eighties style floral print dress, a platinum blond wig, and a full face of makeup. He pranced over and draped his arms over Rick’s shoulders.

“Hey, Rick. Way to keep in touch.”

“Oh, Miami, baby… I-I know.” His lanky arms looped around his grandson’s waist.

Miami stood on his tiptoes and pecked his grandpa on the cheek, leaving a lip print. “Happy birthday.”

Rick pulled him into a fierce hug. “You look bitchin’. Wish I could take you back to the club right now.”

“What’s stopping you?” Miami whispered into his ear.

Jerry cleared his throat. When that got no reaction, he spoke loud enough for the entire restaurant. “See, this isn’t normal. I thought that school you sent him to was gonna make him into a real man. People probably think Morty’s Rick’s hooker.”

Rick only broke the hug to storm over to the table and draw is laser gun from his belt. He grabbed Jerry by the collar of his wrinkled shirt and pointed it at his head. “What’d you say?! Wh-Wh-What would you know about real men since all you are is a real piece of shit?!”

Paul stood, putting a hand on Rick’s wrist in an effort to make him lower the gun. “Rick, be sensible! It’d be foolish to act like an animal and get kicked out of this fine establishment. Beth made the reservation a month in advanced.”

Rick’s blood boiled, but Paul’s comment was enough to make him look at his daughter. Instead of seeing her as a thirty-four-year-old woman, he saw the sweet, little cherub sitting in the booster seat. Even with her makeup on, he remembered exactly where the scar on her forehead would be from the airplane accident. He swallowed hard, recollecting how he’d been holding the girl in his arms one minute and seeing her in a hospital bed in what felt like the next. Diane told him he’d thrown her.

Rick put the gun away and let go of Jerry, who cowered at this point. The sack of shit probably wet himself. “Yeah, whatever.” He clipped his sunglasses to the front of his shirt and sat down. “You—You didn’t have to do this, Beth.”

Beth smiled. “I wanted to, Dad. Have some wine.”

Miami took his seat and giggled despite the recent scene. “Yeah, Rick. You’re gonna need it.”

“Totally,” Summer said, also smiling. “Happy birthday, Grandpa Rick.”

The evening was still young. Even after dining on steak and lobster, he still drank enough to get tipsy at the restaurant. And now he was totally shit-faced in a booth at his club. Like every night. Instead of having a glass of water after each cocktail, he did a line, purple powder dusted under his nose. As flamboyant of a Rick as he was, most would have expected him to make a scene and throw an even bigger party on his birthday. Instead, it was old hat, the club playing out the same way it did every night, eighties dance songs blasting over the sound system, shuffled but the same.

He danced the night away until his body felt too heavy and could no longer stand. The alien bartender politely helped Rick steady himself. She encouraged him to take the party back home and promised how she’d lock up for the night. She playfully said how maybe Rick could catch his young boyfriend if the stars were in alignment.

Rick just barely stumbled through the portal back into the bedroom, a bottle of vodka in his hand. He collapsed onto the bed and took a swig, though the majority of it made it onto his shirt. And he coughed like an amateur, though it stemmed from choking a bit rather than from the burning sensation his throat had grown numb to long ago.

“H-H-Here’s to you, you old bastard,” he slurred upon regaining his breath, watching as the room spun around him. “Happy fucking goddamn birthday.”

He started snoring then, the bottle falling out of his hand and rolling onto the floor.

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(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ *:･ﾟ✧  SEVEN  TOPIC  THINGS  about  your  muse  !

NAME OF YOUR MUSE .    Rick Sanchez

ONE PICTURE / ICON OF THEM YOU LIKE .

TWO THINGS YOUR MUSE REGRETS .

Rick regrets being stupid enough to marry the first girl who was ever nice to him. That girl was Diane. They married shortly after she graduated high school. Rick dropped out during junior year, though she convinced him to get his GED later, thinking his success depended on having a solid education.

While Rick loves his daughter, Beth, he regrets the fact that he had been stupid enough to give into society’s herd instincts of having a family. He believes Diane would have been better off without ever meeting him.

THREE PHOBIAS / FEARS YOU MUSE HAS .   

Rick despises spiders. He’s feared them as long as he can remember. He knows how only four species in Florida are venomous, but it does not stop him from tensing up in the presence of any variety. He has a hard time killing them, even with a laser gun. He’ll freeze up and stare at them for a long time, only springing into action when the spider moves quick and fast. As of late, he tries to get Mimi and Ricky to kill spiders for him if they’re around.

Sobriety terrifies Rick. He cannot imagine living a day perfectly straight. With how he’s abused his body over the years, he needs to drink each day to avoid alcohol withdrawal. And even when he’s not partying, you can catch him snorting a bump of K-lax or coke early in the morning with his coffee. He uses drugs and alcohol in excess to escape from the realities of the world. He does not like dealing with real emotions.

Speaking of real emotions, love scares Rick more than any other. Familial love bothers him, as it makes him more loyal and caring than he’d ever admit, but being head-over-heels over someone is what keeps him up at night. He always tries to tell himself how love is just a chemical that compels animals to breed. He tells himself fucking is more honest and efficient than making love. He thinks staying tied down to one person is nearly impossible. However, this logic hasn’t kept him safe from falling in love with Ricky.

FOUR HEADCANONS YOU HAVE FOR THEM THAT YOU NEVER TOLD ANYONE .

Rick was not one of the cool kids growing up. In fact, he was a nerd all throughout school. It didn’t matter quite as much in grade school, but middle school and high school were low points in his life. Jocks liked stuffing him into lockers and giving him swirlies. Nobody ever invited the science geek to their parties. Rick always told himself one day he’d be too cool for all of them, but in reality he just wanted a place where everyone could hang without it being some lame popularity contest.

Since sometimes science is more art than science (and a lot of people don’t get that), Rick took up playing guitar at age thirteen. One of the first songs he successfully covered was Don McClean’s “American Pie.” Between playing the guitar and conducting science experiments, he kept himself occupied enough to forget about the fact that nobody really liked him at school.

Shortly after Rick married Diane, he discovered intergalactic travel via portal gun. During his travels of the multiverse, Rick met both Birdperson and Squanchy at a wild party on planet Klutox. The three became fast friends. It didn’t take long for them to form a band, though their version of the Flesh Curtains had a New Wave twist. He invited Diane to come along on their tours, though she seldom came since she told Rick how holding down her job and paying the rent on their shared apartment mattered, too.

Diane hoped the birth of their daughter would finally make Rick calm down, but Beth’s birth only made Rick intergalactic travel and partying increase. He had trouble coming to terms with the fact he’d actually brought another human life into this already overpopulated world. He had no idea how to raise her right, still being relatively young himself and without a great example from his own father. He often came home totally wasted. One time, while playing airplane with his daughter drunk, he accidentally dropped young Beth, giving the poor girl a concussion and a trip to the ER. This put a serious wedge between Diane and Rick, and she never trusted him to be alone with their daughter again.

FIVE THINGS YOUR MUSE HAS ON THEIR BUCKET LIST .  

Tell Ricky he loves him

Discover every way in the multiverse to get high

Have Mimi feel at home in his dimension

Throw the greatest party of all-time

See his original Morty graduate for Beth and then come home to him

SIX THINGS YOUR MUSE LIKES DOING IN THEIR FREE TIME . 

Partying

Adventures that end up being drug deals nine times out of ten

Watching movies, especially ‘80s movies with Ricky, Mimi, and Moony in the movie room at his mansion.

Chilling on the beach

Pestering Mortimer and Merty

Being extremely gay with Ricky

SEVEN PEOPLE THAT YOUR MUSE LOVES / LIKES .  

Miami Morty - Rick’s original grandson, who’s currently attending a boarding school a couple hours away from him. Rick originally sought Miami out for camouflage against the Galactic Federation, but their relationship quickly became so much more than that with countless adventures while Rick took a year off from his club. Rick groomed Miami into the finest dancer Blue Velvet ever saw, only for it to all be taken away from him when the family became wise to the situation. Even without his trademark blond locks, Miami still retains the sass and confidence Rick instilled him with. He also accepts Mimi and trusts him to take care of his grandfather.

Ricky (@protegc) - The new love of Rick’s life! He never thought he’d love again after what happened in the past with Diane, but bam! There’s Ricky to fuck up the status quo. While they haven’t known each other for long, Rick already knows he loves Ricky. And it scares him to death. He doesn’t want to have something beautiful with someone and ruin it all somehow. He also thinks Ricky’s too good for him.

Mimi (@miamihxtness) - An alternate version of Rick’s grandson, Rick cares about Mimi a great deal, even though he wouldn’t readily admit that under normal circumstances. He’s grateful Mimi came with him the day he scouted him out. Even though the arrangement began as temporary, Rick hopes Mimi stays by his side for the rest of his days.

Moonrock (@moonrockshot) - An older Morty who’s a royal pain in Rick’s ass. This little shit makes his own club and drags Rick on adventures when he’s majorly hung over. Despite their constant spats, Rick actually has a soft spot for Moony. He wishes Moony would stick around more, but he doesn’t expect him to, as much as it pisses him off.

Miami C-114 (@sun-loving-boy) - An alternate version of his grandson, Rick feels a connection with the kid despite not knowing him well yet. This Morty looked after him when he was blackout drunk. Plus, he’s blond, sassy, and a bitchin’ dresser. What’s not to like?

Morty (@unlncky) - A Morty who Rick met in Mortytown. The two met only recently, but Rick finds himself wondering about how this Morty’s doing more than he’d like to admit. When he sneaks into Mortytown and manages some drug deals, he typically makes a point of seeking this Morty out to see if he’s still alive. He expects him to die of Space AIDS one day.

Doc (@emergency-rick) - A surgeon Rick who he doesn’t know well yet. Rick plans on having some fun with Doc soon...in a motel. Anyone who makes Rick feel sexy ultimately wins some points, even if he doesn’t remember them the next morning.

TAGGED BY :   the wonderful @mcrtimersmith! If there was a section on characters the muse hates/dislikes, Mortimer would be at the top of Rick’s list. x3 TAGGING :  anyone who wants to! ~

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𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝟑 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 ❟  take this quiz and see your muse’s top 3 archetypes ! DON’T REBLOG, DO REPOST !

60% Rebel

The Rebel is comfortable throwing caution to the wind—and bucking the system—if that means getting their point across.

25% Royal

When the Royal walks into a room, they command attention. They are the one in charge, and they enjoy reaping the rewards of their hard work.

15% Performer

Taking center stage comes naturally to the Performer, whether at the water cooler or in front of an audience. They are magnetic and know how to inspire.

tagged by: @catricc! (’: ~

tagging: anyone who wants to and hasn’t done this yet!

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After Miami Morty was sent away to boarding school, Rick began to seek out other Mortys to, in a sense, replace his grandson. This does not come without copious amounts of guilt, though he would gladly deny that he can do whatever he wishes.

Ironically enough, he has not captured a Morty by force since the Pocket Mortys craze, which happened a year ago back when Miami Morty was fifteen. Recently, Rick recently put the Morty Manipulator Chips into storage, though he carried them on his person up until befriending Mimi, an alternate version of his grandson. Incidentally, he worries what his new friends (Mimi, Ricky, and Moonrock) would think if they ever discovered the full truth of the dark place Pocket Mortys took him to.

With Mortimer as president at the Citadel, he needs to be careful. So no more Morty Manipulator Chips. While Rick tells himself this is the main reason he refrains from using them, and it’s partially true, the real reason is caring about his new friends’ opinions of him.

 RP Excerpt

   After Rick finished punching in the coordinates, he held off on pressing the final button to activate the portal.

   He stared longingly at Morty through his sunglasses, the smirk vanishing from his lips. There would have been a point in time where he would have just snatched this Morty off of the street. A year ago, he would have embedded a Morty Manipulator Chip underneath his skin without question. He used to do so easily back when he was deep into Pocket Mortys craze, even coercing his original Miami Morty into kicking the shit out of the other Mortys.

   He spent a lot of that time on a perpetual high, using a mixture of coke, K-lax, and even Fractal Dust. When he was constantly up, it made dishing out fucked up orders to Miami easier. He could do so without the on-set of guilt. He often kept at it for days with no sleep, using the Mortys he chipped when Miami needed a rest in order to capture more.

   He’d felt unstoppable.

   He’d been wrong.

   Miami had convinced him to release all of the Mortys when another Rick with a stronger team finally took him down. Miami’s tears also made Rick behave significantly better with his addiction. He had the propensity to stick to bumps throughout the day, rather than snorting lines, and drinking from his flask. He saved the hardcore partying for the night now.

   Those had been some dark times.

   Rick shook his head in an effort to free himself from the memories. Ever since that fascist fuck of a president came to power, he needed to exhibit extreme caution. He couldn’t just kidnap Mortys off the street (maybe he no longer wanted to), but convincing them to come with him… To perhaps, in a sense, make them become his Morty, or one of his Mortys, didn’t seem so bad. But none of them could ever be quite like Miami had been to him.

   “Yeah, you’ll call,” Rick told Morty with authority. “Take—Take care of yourself, Morty.” He wasn’t sure if he meant it or not. He told himself he didn’t; he wasn’t going to ever become one of those soft old Ricks who’d bend over backwards for every goddamn version of their grandson.

   Pressing the button, Rick opened the familiar swirling green portal and made his retreat, leaving Morty and Mortytown behind.

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What’s Your Muse’s Personality Type?

     tagged by: stole from @insheepsclothing

     tagging: anyone who wants to! (:

The Visionary (ENTP)

You are charming, outgoing, friendly. You make a good first impression. You possess good negotiating skills and can convince anyone of anything. Happy to be the center of attention, you love to tell stories and show off. You're very clever, but you are not disciplined enough to do well in structured environments. In love, you see everything as a grand adventure. You enjoy taking risks for love. And if things don't work out, you're usually not too much worse for the wear! You would make a great entrepreneur, marketing executive, or actor. At work, you need a lot of freedom to pursue your own path and vision. How you see yourself: Analytical, creative, and peaceful When other people don't get you, they see you as: Detached, wishy-washy, and superficial

[rickq178]

Due to his excessive partying at night, and drinking and drug use that bleeds into everyday, Rick does not invent as well as most Ricks. In fact, his inventions are downright lacking. He barely spends any time in his lab anymore. His portal gun and sunglasses were his last significant inventions of worth. He generally keeps himself busy with his club, partying, and haphazard drug deals and adventures.

Inventions used to be a much more positive, productive way Rick kept his depression at bay. It used to be his preferred method of escapism. Now, however, drugs and alcohol, mainly K-lax and vodka, have become his means of escape.

 RP Excerpts

     Now he drank vodka like water and at least snorted two or three bumps of coke or K-lax throughout the day. He knew it was getting worse and he’d probably die faster than most Ricks but whatever. He never planned to live this long.

      Rick snatched the bottle, clenching the neck of the whiskey bottle to the point of his knuckles turning white. The sound of Moonrock’s laughter echoed in his ears.

     He stormed down to his lab in the basement. The facial scanning, fingerprint, and hilarious periodic table passcode (Fluorine, Uranium, Carbon, Potassium, and Uranium again---or F-U-C-K-U) seemed like pointless precautionary measures at this point. The instruments in his lab were collecting dust. The most recent invention that sat on his workbench was a neon pink and blue compact mirror for his original Morty, Miami. It was supposed to be more than a fabulous mirror. It was supposed to be a teleportation device back to the mansion.

     Maybe if he’d finished it before the whole incident of Jerry fucking accidentally asking Morty for a dance, maybe if he gave it to Morty before Jerry blew the whistle to Beth and Paul, maybe, just maybe Morty would have came right back here after being sent to boarding school.

     Maybe then he would have never met Mimi and Moonrock.

     Rick seized the mirror and threw it against the wall, watching as it shattered into hundreds of pieces. He wanted to throw the bottle of whiskey, too, but he wanted it too much.

     Breaking the seal, he took a long swig, letting the hard liquor burn down his throat, as it had countless times before. He abandoned the lab and went back upstairs, locking himself away in his bedroom. He crawled into bed, becoming thoroughly acquainted with the whiskey until he blacked out.

      Miami smirked a little when Mimi brought up Rick being old since he still wasn’t awake. “Knowing him, he probably stayed up all night trying to keep up with people or aliens way younger than him. Stupid old man’s gonna be out of commission for a while if we don’t wake him. Sometimes, he’ll sleep the entire day away, only to stumble into the club when the night hits.”

    He sighed, the smirk vanishing. "Wh-When he gets like that, he wouldn’t even be up to open the club on time. I’d have to do it those nights...” More nights than Miami would care to admit. “Look... T-Take care of the stupid geezer while I’m away, will you? Make sure he sleeps on his side so he doesn’t choke on his own grody throw-up.” His lower lip trembled. He thought sometimes Rick partied the night away with the intent of never waking up. He didn’t want the idea to affect him. The old man was old; he’d lived his life and now the prick was even trying to replace him. Why should he care if the old man kicked the bucket? Still, Miami couldn’t help it. He loved his Grandpa Rick.

    He blinked, a few hot tears rolling down his cheeks against his will. He quickly wiped them with the back of his hand, hoping Mimi didn’t notice. “Let’s just go watch The Breakfast Club or something.”

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Rick crafted his sunglasses special.

While they look cool and expensive and fresh from the 80s, they also have practical functions. They correct any vision problems the wearer has, which helps him considerably, as his eyes aren’t what they used to be due to age and so many K-lax/coke binges. They also have the handy feature of being able to scan for police or anyone in the Galactic Federation, thanks to Rick incorporating a database condensed into a small chip embedded in the glasses. This helps keep him alert, as the lawmen have been known to go undercover in an attempt to foil Rick’s Illegal activities.

[rickq178]

Like most Ricks, Miami Rick throws around his share of crazy catch phrases. He does show a penchant for using 80s slang and lines from 80s movies, as it goes with the gig and was also his favorite decade to live in. Don’t be surprised if he asks you, “What’s your damage?” or tells you, “You just got faced, son!”

[rickq178]

Rick chews on toothpicks to both look cool and also to curb his need for cigarettes. With all the shit he’s into, he figures it’s probably better not to smoke a pack a day.

He usually feels better with something in his mouth, and he encourages passing his oral fixation on to his Morty by providing him with lollipops.

Fun Fact: Rick always has a healthy supply of toothpicks and cherry Dum-Dums in his lab coat pockets at all times.

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While Rick gets hard over owning the hottest nightclub in Miami and being the ultimate party god, he also hates the responsibility of having to run it. Sometimes, he fantasizes about the place going up in flames (after acquiring insurance). As he gets older, he longs for more freedom and days spent on the beach.

The number one incentive for keeping the place going isn’t the money but the fact that every night’s a party---a way to escape.

He keeps his mansion since it also makes a great party venue, but the truth is Rick doesn’t need so many creature comforts. Just give him some blow and a fifth of vodka in a motel room and he’s good.

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Even though Rick has a soft spot for his grandson or alternate versions of Miami Morty (underneath all of his BS, of course), he wants a harem of Mortys. More than one Morty means more protection against the Galactic Federation. It also means having more Mortys to watch the club while having more time to fuck around on the beach and get high with other Mortys. Or go on adventures.

Having multiple Mortys sparked his interest in the Pocket Mortys craze. Battling Mortys for glory came second.

As a result, he keeps plenty of Morty Manipulator Chips on hand. He never had to embed one in his original Morty, Miami, as he always loved the old man unconditionally, no matter how far Rick went. He also currently only has his grandson, as Miami made him release the other Mortys once one another Rick beat Miami Rick to collecting all the badges and defeating the COR.