#j19ζ7

[greypeachz]

IM GETTING INTO RICK AND MORTY!!!

BE PREPARED!!!

(Original base for Rick below the cut)

[invisiblegarabgetruck]

dimension J19ζ7 bois

[thatfinewine]

I know that it was already confirmed in commentary that Rick J19ζ7 doesn't actually eat poop and the other Ricks are just bullying him, but here's further confirmation that made me snort.

Ricks are really out here sending notes to the Feds to further harass this poor man. 😭😂😭

[miggitymiggitymack]

I see a bunch of you idiots already populated this website. I'm lacking things to do while I work on... stuff. So why not hang around here and watch you humiliate yourselves online? You can make questions, I can't deprive you guys of knowing more about me, after all.

I think Ricks know me as Doofus Jerry, or J19ζ7. But I prefer higher titles.

[c-420-rickandmorty]

Evening Science Log, Entry #498-Δ

Rick C-420: Today's experiment: Creating a quantum-entangled miniature ecosystem

Objective: Develop a system capable of existing simultaneously in multiple dimensions while remaining a single entity.

Materials:

Standard pickle jar (thanks, Jerry)

Quantum stabilizer

Seeds from planet Gazorpazorp

Microscopic organisms from dimension J19ζ7

Water from interdimensional waterfall

Procedure:

Morty prepared the jar, cleaning it from pickle brine residue.

I tuned the quantum stabilizer to 420.69 Hz. Classic.

Morty planted the seeds, I added the microorganisms.

Filled with water from the interdimensional waterfall. (Note: need to stock up on this water, excellent hangover cure)

Activated the quantum stabilizer.

Results: The ecosystem began forming almost instantly. We observe rapid plant growth and active microorganism reproduction. The most interesting part: every time we look at the jar, the contents are slightly different. Seems we've managed to create a system existing simultaneously in multiple quantum states.

Morty's question: "Grandpa, isn't this dangerous? What if this thing escapes the jar and fills the whole house with different versions of itself?"

My answer: "Relax, Morty. Worst case scenario, we'll just have a lot of salad options for dinner."

P.S. Speaking of variants from other dimensions. After today's incident with our Gromflomite "fan," I thought: maybe we should send him a sample of our quantum ecosystem? Let him study it if he's so curious. Although, knowing bureaucrats, he'll probably just fill out a bunch of forms and send the sample for eternal storage in some top-secret vault. Eh, they'll ruin science...

P.P.S. Grandpa, are you sure sending a sample to the Gromflomite is a good idea? You said yourself we need to be more careful with interdimensional information. From Morty.

From me: Morty, there are no bad ideas in science. There are only experiments that aren't explosive enough! Besides, a little healthy paranoia will do this bureaucrat good. Maybe he'll finally learn to think outside the box.

[mercuryslogic]

[galactic-cumslut]

you think your life is hard?? my favorite rick is j19ζ7😐

[rixxy8173571m3w1p3]

Mamihlapinatapai Or The Season Of Longing

A/n: Here is another fic. Since it's been raining like crazy and I have spent way too much time indoors because of the weather, I decided to write this. The poem featured in this fic is called Lluvia by Jorge Luis Borges. I finally figured out how to put things under the cut so that my followers don't have to scroll through a large post 😅 It's another piece set before Doofus Rick and the reader were dating. Feel free to check out the other fics in my Masterpost.

In this fic the reader isn't the only one longing

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Imagine that instead of a blue sky, there was an off white, almost grey sky, and what should've been wispy white clouds were blankets of rumbling thunderstorms without a drop of rain; that was how you thought you might've felt. There was a name to this feeling, but you weren't sure what to call it; as though you were missing something you couldn't place; not sadness or grief, but whatever came in between. No, nothing bad had happened, and there hadn't been any disagreements between you and Rick, but something did occur which fed this alien feeling. It seemed that only a few days ago you were alright, but then you invited him over and he had a chance to look over those books you had mentioned. That day he had returned home from work and came over right after; offering his best of smiles and a piece of candy from his labcoat pocket as soon as he crossed the threshold of your doorway; it was nothing out of the ordinary, but it was charming all the same.

With swiftness, you had led him to your hallway closet so that you could bring down the box of books sitting on the upper shelf; that was where you kept a great portion of your father's old books. Father had been a fan of languages and botany, but ventured into the bizarre mystery from time to time; being a master of neither, you had hidden them away for a later date; mostly because the memories were more disheartening then they space they took up. With all your might, you stood on the tips of your toes in a vain attempt to reach, but your fingers barely brushed the edge of it; you should’ve just used the step ladder. It was Rick's small huff of effort which alerted you to his nearness as he unexpectedly stretched up and grabbed said box when you had a little trouble. Goodnaturedly, he carried it towards the kitchen while you took a moment to calm your girlish heart.

Coaxed away from your thoughts by the dusty cardboard and the delighted guest, you nodded lightly to give him the go-ahead to help himself. His gentle presence made him a joy to study; not in the way he examined things in the world or of the world, but in the way one does when fascinated by a butterfly or a fresh bloom hidden in an otherwise barren bush; he was a miracle. With care he pulled out one book after another, glancing through their pages and making piles for which one's he'd like to borrow. In a way he seemed to belong to this house; as though what wasn't found within pages of novels could be sought, and felt beyond reason; flowing calmly and relished in these favorable moments. Although it wasn't much, and that borrowing books could be of little consequence except to the reader itself, you hated to see him go.

Now thinking of it days later, you found yourself wondering about its significance as well as a plethora of other things as you walked to the store and back. You hadn't needed anything in particular, but you felt slightly better being outdoors; the fresh air allowed you to believe you could think better. The sounds of light traffic and grass being cut somewhere along in the neighborhood felt timeless as you walked around the corner, almost home. The wind blew, rustling your clothes and you narrowly lost the receipt that hung out of your pocket, but that didn’t bother you.

Rain clouds were rolling in from the west and you hoped it wouldn't rain before you reached home. And the closer you got, the more you could see the familiar house of your lovable neighbor. A smile couldn't help but stretch across your face at the thought and you hoped he was home so that you could ask if he'd had a chance to look those books over but that alien feeling bloomed again; the sinking, drowning, heavy feeling. How you wanted to be with him despite what reason thought was logical. The dance of your heart would've loved nothing more than to place a dozen or more kisses upon his smile lines while he stammered into the next week. Oh, your foolish heart had taken on a personification of its own these days; speaking and thinking of itself and it's wants like a second brain; draining you whenever it appeared.

Yet, before you knew it you had reached home and dropped off what you had bought before stepping out again. From your front yard, you could see that he was in the garage and you questioned whether you should go over and attempt to alleviate this feeling; it’d vanish whenever you were with him. You must’ve stood there thinking for a while as to what ought to be done for the pitter-patter of rain broke this trance-like state and you ran back towards your front porch. How silly you have become as of late with this strange crush of yours. Weren’t you past these sort of schoolgirl feelings? Perhaps, but it was more than that.

You sunk into your wicker bench and listened to the sound of the rain as it hit the roof and walkway. The earthy scent of the lawn and the splash of puddles as cars drove by was a welcomed distraction. A nap didn’t seem like such a bad idea. Yet, gentle footsteps and the sound of a closed umbrella woke another sort of feeling within you; that of hope.

“Golly, it - it sure is raining cats and dogs t-today.” he commented.

The words were out of your mouth as soon as you were aware of him; of this creature who walked out of a daydream. “I didn’t think I’d get to see you.”

“Huh? Are you alright? Did s-something happen?”

“I'm fine,” you answered; all at once conscious of him and your surroundings. “it’s just...I thought about coming over to ask if you checked out any of the books but it started to rain.”

“Th-that's part of the reason I'm here,” he confessed. “I-I had noticed you went out for a-a walk and wanted to make sure you had come home safely.”

“As you can see, I made it back in one piece. Although, I did get my hair wet. Though, that's the least of my problems.”

“Do you mind if I-I-I take a seat?”

Patting the space beside you, you nodded. “Not at all.”

He set his umbrella to the side before he seated himself and turned towards you. His warmth radiated from him and being as tall as he was, the bench might’ve been too low to the ground since his legs seemed to stick out too much, but he made no complaint. From his inner labcoat pocket, he pulled out a small book. “I thought y-y-you might enjoy this.”

“A book?”

Handing it to you, he commented. “I thought y-you might enjoy this collection of poems. I um - I bookmarked my favorites but I'd like t-t-to know what your thoughts about them would be.”

You knew this whimsical creature was well-read in many respects, but you hadn’t given much thought to the possibility of including works of a more abstract nature. “Sure, that sounds lovely. Though, I hope you don't mind me asking. Do you read works like this often? It's not because I find it strange. Honestly, I find it fascinating and wonderful that you would even consider it, but I ask because I thought….well, I thought you only read serious works related to your work.”

Scratching the back of his neck, he explained. “I read whenever I-I-I find the time and it uh - it usually doesn’t matter what the subject may be. In the pursuit of knowledge, one reads everything. For example, th-the terms and conditions for some computer programs or limited warranties at times list amusing reasons why y-you might be able to get a replacement for a damaged product. It keeps things interesting.”

“I see. It certainly makes sense.”

With a smile, he sighed with contentment as he looked towards the street. “Boy, th-this weather reminds me of a certain poem. It's called um - it's called Lluvia. That's the Spanish word for rain.”

“That's right,” you remembered; his last name should’ve been a reminder enough. “you can speak Spanish. I forget sometimes since you only talk to me in English. So, tell me, how does this poem go?”

“Please forgive me since my Spanish is a-a little rusty.”

Taking a deep breath, he recited calmly. “Bruscamente l-la tarde se ha aclarado, porque y-ya cae la lluvia minuciosa. Cae o cayó. La lluvia es una c-cosa qué sin duda sucede en el pasado. Quien la oye caer ha recobrado, el t-tiempo en que la suerte venturosa. Le r-r-reveló una flor llamada rosa y el curioso color del c-colorado. Esta lluvia que ciega los cristales, alegrará en p-p-perdidos arrabales. Las negras uvas de una parra en cierto. Patio que ya no existe. La mojada, t-tarde me trae la voz, la voz deseada, de mi padre que vuelve y que no ha muerto.”

You stared at this man, amazed by his fluency and ability to fascinate you with the simplest things. Yet again, a reason to be marveled by him. “Whoa, I don't know what you said, but it sounded beautiful when you said it.”

Turning towards you, his smile seemed brighter than usual albeit a bit sheepish. "It's n-nothing special."

"But it is, especially since you can think and speak in more than one language. I can't do that."

"I-I can teach you if you'd like."

"No, that's okay. You're busy enough as it is, but I appreciate the thought. You really are so incredibly smart."

"And you…eres maravillosa."

"What?”

His smile faltered a bit, and he thought to himself for a bit on what he was about to say before his smile returned; albeit more gently. “Eres amable y-y dulce. No soy digno de una amiga como tu.”

“Rick,” you started; confused as to why there seemed to be some sort of admission that you weren’t able to understand. “all the poetic talk is lovely, but I don't think it's fair if you reply in a way I can't understand."

"Si pudieras entenderme," he sighed, wringing his hands in the nervous way he did. "me pregunto qué creerías si te expresara cuánto me preocupo por ti."

Raising from the bench, he said to himself. "Si puedo llegar a la luna, algun dia podria...¿Q-que estoy haciendo?"

"Rick?"

“I’m o-okay. I uh - I zoned out there for a second. I’m sorry.”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

He studied you for a moment longer; a world of words unsaid in his melancholic glances. Was something secretly hurting him like it was hurting you? You could only wonder as thoughts were drowned out by the sound of the rain.

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It was warm and comfortable with him sitting beside you. His presence always provided a sense of calm that was softer and sweeter than that of the sedatives that eased your anxiety. Why you could fall asleep right here if it weren’t for that fact that you’d be mortified if you allowed it to happen.

“Are you a-a big fan of the rain?” he wondered.

This question had come after a half-hour of companionable silence. “Hmm, it’s not the rain so much as the memories that accompany it.”

“Do y-you want to talk about it?”

“Only if you don’t mind hearing it.”

“I-I don’t mind.” He reassured you.

“Well,” you started. “my dad enjoyed rainy days since he said the plants almost seemed to smile when rainwater hit their leaves.”

“Th-that’s a nice thought.“

“Yeah, I thought so too. When it rains like this, and I’m watching it fall,” you softened; feeling lighter because you had someone to share your thoughts with. “it feels like I’m looking through a curtain. It’s not completely see-through, but the shapes I can see appear softer and more mysterious like how you must’ve appeared when you showed up. Too bad I wasn’t paying attention.”

Oh, you did not just say that out loud. “Or something like that.” You added.

If he had noticed you had tripped over your words then he gave no indication of it. “Gosh, I-I never thought of it that way b-before. I usually see it as part of the pr-precipitation cycle and it smells nice, doesn't it?”

“It does. I wouldn’t mind bottling up this scent, but then it might lose what makes it special.”

Yet, if you could bottle up his scent, it would’ve been nice to keep nearby just in case you wanted a little piece of him.

“That um - that reminds me,” he brightened. “I had baked some mandarin scones before walking over tonight, and I-I-I thought you’d like t-t-t-t-to try them but I didn’t want to risk them getting wet. I-I thought we could share some over tea tomorrow if that’s alright with you.”

Tea time with Rick was like what others did over rounds of drinks; it was to unwind and talk about the day; minus the drunkenness and the unforeseen embarrassment. “Don’t you have to work tomorrow?”

“Gee, I um - I was supposed to, but there was a shift change. Actually, I have a shift t-t-tonight in a-about an hour, but I had wanted to make sure you were alright before I left.”

“Why?”

“Because I-I thought you were going t-to walk over.”

So he had thought the same thing. “Oh, well like I said earlier I had planned to or thought to, but the weather put a damper on things.”

“Yeah.”

“Though, isn’t it funny that we both had the same thought?”

He smiled at that. “It's because gr-great minds think alike.”

What right did he have to be this adorable you thought. All you could do was smile up at him and fight the urge to run your fingers through what appeared to be soft hair; as odd as you had initially thought his haircut was when you met him, you couldn’t imagine him any other way. Still, drawn to his bright, kind eyes, you wondered if you were being attracted by some invisible force to test the limits of this friendship, and yet you knew well enough that now wasn’t the time. Following a slow blink of his, you mentioned without looking away. “Now that we have gotten to see each other, it's probably time to let you go. I wouldn’t want you to be late for work.”

“Y-you’re right.” he straightened; jumping up on his feet with much more agility then seemed possible for someone so mature. “Until next time.”

There he was leaving again when you didn’t want him to. Still, you had no right or claim to him. At least, not yet. “See you tomorrow.”

Grabbing his umbrella, he motioned to open it but paused, and slowly, but surely turned back; his smile almost boyish. “Gosh, I-I will see you tomorrow, right?”

Clutching the book of poems to your breast, you giggled. “Whichever way it may be, we will. I promise.”

Fin

[flipstering]

Hey @notdoofusj19-theta-7 I’m your backup secret santa! Here’s j19ζ7-Rick sharing his ovenless brownies with evil Morty. I hope you enjoy~!!  💖 💖

@rnmsecretsanta

[invisiblegarabgetruck]

@emgod666 I think it's a bit of both! in the comic, Rick (weirdly) phrased that the difference between J19ζ7 (Doofus Rick's dimension) and the rest is that Rick isn't the predator but Jerry is (🤨)

now this is Rick's speaking. so imo, since Doofus Rick is much softer while Doofus Jerry is much bolder. So, he is less likely to limit himself and more willing to learn? so I think he just keeps challenging himself until becomes really resourceful (and is kind of a nerd tbh) Plus Djerry seems much more ambitious compared to Jerry, so it becomes an ego thing -> needs to be the best at everything (which I think is why he become so ruthless later on)

^^nerdddd

/which made me notice that Jerry and Drick do have similarities in wanting simple lives while Rick and Djerry have a least some god complex going on

also, I think what makes Doofus Jerry interesting(?) is that. most Jerrys have survival skills (Hermit Jerry has it. Jerry has it, Morty (sorta) takes it from his dad). and you have Djerry who has both!!

@emgod666

I don't think so. :0 In Rest and Ricklaxation (S3E6) they said that the toxic version is up to the person's definition of their own toxicity. and with Jerry. I think his toxic form would have his cowardice, apologist, and unconfident traits? and any traits he thinks are bad for him.

I feel like Detox Jerry would be the one that has Doofus Jerry's similarity. XD (besides the murderous, I think (hope))

[whaliiwatching]

still lowkey wish they’d met

[jake-from-stuck-farm]

Because I can’t go out for Halloween, I drew a soft J19 ζ7 Rick for y’all to enjoy. Happy Halloween.

[c-420-rickandmorty]

Morty C-420: Saturdays are supposed to be for relaxing, right? Tell that to Jason. 🙄 Ran into him at the mall today (was picking up some "normal" earth snacks for Grandpa Rick's latest experiment). Guess the weekend doesn't stop him from being... well, Jason.

He started going on about how he "knows" our family is hiding something. Kept asking about the "weird lights" coming from our garage at night. I told him Dad's been working on a DIY light show for his book launch. Not exactly a lie, right? I mean, if you count Grandpa's quantum field manipulator as a "light show"...

Part of me wants to just show Jason what's really going on. Can you imagine his face if he saw Summer's alien emoji translator or Mom's extraterrestrial plant nursery? But then I remember the "Squirrel Incident" from last month. Let's just say, it took a lot of memory wipes to fix that mess.

Sometimes I wonder if it would be easier to just be a normal kid on weekends. But then I think about all the amazing stuff I've seen and done, and... I wouldn't trade it for anything. Even if it means dealing with Jason's conspiracy theories while trying to buy normal chips.

Anyway, gotta go. Summer's calling me to help test her new "teen-speak" translator for alien diplomacy. Just another Saturday in the Smith household!

#WeekendDrama #JasonAgain #NormalIsOverrated #C420Life P.S. Morty, seriously? 🙄 "Teen-speak translator for alien diplomacy"? Way to blow our cover, bro. I told you it's a "Multidimensional Slang Synthesizer". Stick to the script! Also, heads up - I may have accidentally set Jason's InstaTok account to receive updates from Dimension J19ζ7. Should wear off in a day or two. Probably. - Summer P.P.S. Hey, champ! Just read your post. Don't let Jason get to you - you're awesome just the way you are. We can chat about it later if you want. Don't forget family game night! I've got a surprise for Interdimensional Monopoly. - Dad

[thebalancedangel]

[Doofus Rick actually acts a lot like Korvo(abrasiveness towards people included)in his home dimension.]

[timeforaction]

morty’s home dimension is the earth dimension α13R9 (ˈælfə-thirteen-ɹ̠-nine). it’s almost entirely desolate because of the space virus. 

[rixxy8173571m3w1p3]

The Happiness Brigade

I'm trying to write a new fic a week while I'm working on my longer wips. I used prompt 43. “God, I love your face.” from @writings-of-a-hufflepuff Prompt List #5. I love using prompts because I think it makes small fics more interesting. Honestly, didn't know what I was going to write at first. All I had was the fic title and prompt and now here's this. Hope you guys enjoy it.

In this fic the reader tries to bring Rick a little happiness in an unexpected way.

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For a man who carried sunshine in his smiles and saw positivity in every corner, he seemed to be having a hard time holding on to his joy when particular events triggered him. Today you two had planned to play a board game along with some snacks but he was distracted. Whenever you mentioned that it was his turn, he'd snap out of his ruminations long enough to make his move, roll the die, and pick a card, but otherwise, his mind was somewhere beyond your reach. You made comments on his state of dress and on how the recent weather was treating you, but his answers were brief. You studied him, finding that outwardly he was fine; there were no bruises, scratches, burns, or cuts that could be accounted for, and his hair was well-groomed except for the usual few hairs which stood up straight on the top of his head. 

Perhaps it was the usual again. Wondering what might be the best course of action, you took a glance at one of your decorative pillows and suddenly thought of a quick plan, but decided it could wait since you were winning the game.

_________

Deciding it would be best to keep him busy for a few minutes while you gathered what you needed, you asked if he could check the water heater in the basement because you were getting lukewarm water instead of hot as of late. And when the coast was clear, you pulled out a box of beanie babies as well as a few of the large stuffies from your bedroom. You popped your head out into the hallway to see if he had come out, but it seemed he was still trying to fix the water problem. 

Carrying a box as quietly as you could, past the basement doorway without his notice, you set about dumping your stuffed animal lot on the couch, set them up, and lined them up to look as though they were clapping; for the most part, they seemed cheerful. Then, grabbing a few more of his favorite snacks from the pantry, you poured them in a bowl and grabbed some cat ears from one of the drawers, and waited for him to return. 

When he did return a few minutes later, he wiped off his hands on a rag, content on a job well done, you greeted him with your best of smiles and with a raised brow, he wondered. "Are we playing ch-charades now?"

"Not exactly. Why don't you take a seat and I'll explain."

"Placing the rag in his pocket, he studied you and then at the stuffies before settling his eyes back on you. His eyes lit up with a hint of amusement, and you took this as a good sign. You continued. "First of all, thanks for checking the water heater."

"N-no problem. It turned out that one of the pipes needed to be replaced. Since I had the sufficient part, I portaled to my garage to go get it."

"What would I do without you? Is there anything you can't do handsome?"

Scratching the back of his neck, he was feeling a bit sheepish because of your comment. "There's a-a lot of things I can't do. For example, I don't know how to get rid of tumbleweeds. Though, neither does the USDA."

What tumbleweeds had to do with anything you didn't know, but you had a sudden urge to watch a western. Funny huh? "Either way, you're still very talented."

You rose from your chair then and he thought to do the same, but you said. "No, you don't have to get up. I just want to show you something."

You'll never get tired of how obvious it was that he followed your every move. It both tickled you and thrilled you. Taking a seat on the armrest of the couch, you picked up a teddy bear and waved its arm at Rick. "Hello there."

Not sure what you were about, he couldn't help but smile a little and wave back. "H-hello."

You were no expert in ventriloquism, but you enjoyed funny made-up voices as much as the next person. You continued in a cutesy voice. "I'm teddy and I'm going to cheer you up. My friend here, "in which you were referring to yourself. "she asked us to come here and keep you company because she thought you were a little sad. Are you sad?"

Wide-eyed, he nodded. "I am a-a little."

"It's okay to be sad sometimes, but never forget that we are here for you. Me, her, and your happiness brigade."

From behind one of the pillows, you pulled out a pair of miniature cymbals and clashed them together. Rising from where you were sitting, you opened the arms of the teddy and offered it to Rick. With your own voice, you softened. "Do you want a hug from teddy? He's really soft." 

With a gentle fondness, he accepted the teddy and gave it a big squeeze. "Gosh, I guess I can't get anything past you, c-can I?" 

"No, but you don't have to hide your sadness. I'll be here if you need me Rick. And so will the happiness brigade. Though, if you only want a hug from me or teddy, then that's okay too."

"Can I-I have both?"

Removing your kitty ears and placing them on him, you gave him a tight squeeze. “You can. God," you giggled. "I love your face. I love how expressive it is and the expression you make when you're unsure if it's okay to ask what you're entitled to. It's too darn cute, but make sure you don't show that to anyone else, or they'll immediately fall in love with you."

"Th-that's impossible."

"How so?"

"Because I only want t-to belong to you."

"You already do, but that's a secret between you, me, and teddy."

Fin