#mentioned Rick Prime

[fandomwe1rd0]

"Colors" A Rick and Morty songfic

TW ALOCHOL AND DRUG ABUSE UNDER THE CUT

Your little brother never tells you, but he loves you so

Rick was looking at Morty. He was asleep, he looked so peaceful when he's asleep, so much different then how he usually saw Morty, yelling, running, and overall just being anxiety if anxiety was a person. He sighed as he saw the bruises that littered Morty's arms after their latest adventure, he ran a hand through his hair as he sighed. He took a syringe and injected it into Morty's cheek letting out a deep sigh. A churning in his gut formed with the knowledge that this was his fault. He patted Morty's head with a whisper "I'm sorry..."

Rick's inner voice insulted him "You don't deserve his forgiveness. You're a piece of shit."

You said your mother only smiled on her tv show

Morty tapped on her mom's shoulder. Beth turned over "What!?" Morty flinched

"See even your mom doesn't want to spend time with you anymore, she hates you. Everyone does." Morty's inner voice chided.

Morty stammered "I-I-I just-" Beth sighed "Look, I'm busy right now, can it wait?" "But I-" Beth sent a glare that sent shivers down Morty's spine, "Wait." Morty gulped then Beth's phone rang. She pinched her nose and mumbled "This shit again..." She answered the phone with a smile on her face, she chirped, her voice like honey "Hello! This is Beth! Yes I can go to the horse hospital right now!" Beth started walking and Morty grabbed onto her arm "Wait mom-" Beth ripped herself from Morty's grip and went to the horse hospital, while Morty gripped onto the card he made Beth for Mother's Day.

You're only happy when you're sorry, head is filled with dope

Rick was high off of kalaxium crystal, he also maybe had a weeeee bit of whiskey. Hah. That's what he told himself. It made his addiction sound less serious right? In truth, he only had 2 bottles. Less than the 5 bottles he usually drank though. He attempted to open Morty's door, he missed the doorknob 4 times, but eventually manged to open it, kicking the door behind him to close it. Morty fluttered his eyes open. Wait..what was Rick doing here? He had a test tomorrow! Morty internally groaned "R-Rick what is-" Rick cut him off with a hug. Morty hated the way he near instinctively relaxed by the hug. "Rick what is-" "I'm sorry little budddddyyyy." Morty blinked. 

What? 

Rick wasn't one to apologize...

"Because he doesn't have to apologize. You deserve it. You're just an oversensitive piece of shit." Morty's inner voice commented, laced with venom.

Morty gulped down the lump in his throat. 

Rick slurred "I...I put you through too much budddddyyyy. S-sorry for being mean on the latest adventureeeee." Rick smiled wide, showing his yellow teeth "Y-you did good buddy...y-you...you did great m-my little buddddyyy"

"He doesn't put you through too much." Morty's inner voice argued. "You're just too weak." Morty hated the way his cheeks flushed due to being flattered as soon as those words left Rick's mouth, hated the way hs body went limp, completely surrendering to Rick's touch, he knew Rick didn't mean it but...the physical affection and validation was nice...even if he only got it while Rick was drunk

"God, you're soaking this up like a puppy..." Morty felt his cheeks getting hot, this time with shame 

"Pull away." His inner voice urged "If you do this he's just going to using you for adventures."

But Morty didn't.

He doesn't know why he didn't.

But he didn't.

He just...couldn't... 

"Fucking weak ass bitch..." His inner voice muttered as if Morty couldn't hear him.

Morty hated the way tears stung his eyes.

He really was weak...

Rick asked "What's wronngggg you became like a limp noodle buddyyyy." "Nothing."

Rick laughed "You're weirddddd." Morty sniffled, hating how loud it was, Rick asked "You sure you're okay m-muh m-my guyyy" "I'm fine" Morty lied, replying a little too quickly.

He always lied.

He was never fine.

But Rick didn't care.

He never did.

I hope you make it to the day you're 28 years old

Rick laid surrounded by beer cans and pills, completely passed out. 

Morty was left cleaning up the beer cans and pill containers. He sighed.

"Nice job, downgraded from Rick's sidekick to his maid." Morty's inner voice sarcastically congratulated. Morty clutched onto the bag.

Hard.

The bag crinkled under his grip and Morty took a deep breath as he continued cleaning with a vice-like grip on the bag.

He looked over to Rick, and sighed. "How are you still alive?" Morty mumbles. His eyes shoot open when he realizes what he said, he feels something horrible twist in his gut, that's a terrible thing to say! Why did he even say that!? Morty felt it again, for the 3rd time this week, it was Wednesday, he felt it. The awful, aggressive, angry, feeling chewing inside of him, wanting to get out.

He ignored it.

He always did.

You're dripping like a saturated sunrise

Rick and Morty were running from a monster. Morty was panting, sweat covering his shirt. Rick grabbed Morty's wrist roughly as he pulled him near him "GO FASTER FUCKNUT!" Morty was hyperventilating, running as fast as his legs can take him.

"You're so fucking weak." Morty's inner voice insulted. Morty was too busy trying to get his heart to stop beating so fast, to put an end to the adrenaline coursing through his veins. 

You're spilling like an overflowing sink

As Morty was running, he felt tears stinging his eyes, he hated how he was starting to cry when stressed, Rick's bruising grip on his wrist wasn't helping either, Morty could already see the purple-blueish marks that were starting to blossom like flowers on his wrists. 

Morty squeaked "R-Rick...your grip...you're hurting me..."

Morty cringed at how pathetic he sounded. His inner voice made it clear that he sounded pathetic 

"Jesus, crying like a little baby back bitch." Morty sniffed and Rick rolled his eyes "There are more important thing to worry about Morty!" Rick barked. Morty looked up at him with watery eyes and let out a pitiful "Please...?' Rick groaned "Jesus fucking Christ." Instead of loosening his grip like a normal person, Rick pulled Morty closer, and hoisted him over his shoulder, one of his hands on Morty's back as he used his other to shoot the beast that was hunting them. Morty blinked "Rick what-" Rick barked "Shut up." 

Morty's inner voice mocked "Forcing Rick to carry you like you're a fucking baby...God you're pathetic." Morty didn't force him to do this! But he hated himself as he felt a comfort at his touch, his body instinctively yielding to Rick's touch. Jeez, he really was Rick's lapdog wasn't he?

You're ripped at every edge, but you're a masterpiece, and now you're tearing through the pages and the ink (mmm, mmm)

After that adventure Morty was dry heaving and Rick looked away, patting Morty's back. Morty felt tears sting his eyes.

"Look at you, Christ you are such a big baby."

That did it.

All the emotion he was holding in all day came out as Morty began crying and dove into Rick's chest, sobbing in his chest while clutching his lab coat with an iron-fisted grip. Rick put his arms up, unsure what to do with them, he looked around awkwardly then placed them around Morty. "Hey buddy...wh-wha-*burp*-t ha-what's wrong buddy?" Morty sniffled.

"Look at you, clinging to him, he hates you. I know he does." 

That just made Morty cry harder. 

"I-I'm sorry Rick...I-I'm so needy...so clingy...you must hate me..."

"Morty..."

"I-I made you carry me! Y-you had to carry me on our adventure! L-Like I was some kind of...like some kind of child!" 

Rick began rubbing Morty's back in comforting circle as Morty locked his arms around Rick's neck as tears flooded from his eyes. 

Rick sighed "Morty...c'mon...you know I don't..." 

Rick's jaw clenched.

He couldn't let himself finish that sentence. 

"You know what happens when you love people." Rick inner voice bitterly reminded him of. "Remember what happened with Diane?" Rick bit his lip until he the metallic tasting blood coated his tongue. 

"You know I..." The words died on Rick's blood soaked tongue.

He sighed and just hugged Morty as Morty bawled his eyes out on Rick's chest.

Everything is blue

Rick sat down in his office, staring up into the ceiling. 

"You're such an asshole." 

Rick needed something to numb the pain.

His pills, 

Rick took out a canister of opioid pills, and swallowed them, his eyes immediately dialed, leaving a small sliver of blue left, he giggled as he felt the euphoria take over, making everything else seem but also his stomach churned, as he suddenly felt the need to throw up, he clutched his stomach, laughing breathy. As he tried his best to ignore the tears filling his eyes.

His hands, his jeans

Morty looked at his hands, breathing heavily as the teal blood of Mr. Jellybean was coating his hands, the sickening warmness on his hands, his breathing heavied as he clutched the stall door, quiet sobs rattled from his chest, hugging his knees. Not caring that the teal blood stained his jeans. He hated being in the same stall as that sick fuck, He buried his face in his jeans, slobber and tears darkening his jeans in dark spots.

And now I'm covered in the colors, pulled apart at the seams, and it's blue, and it's blue

Morty was on yet another adventure with Rick, he had no say in it, did he? He always was going to get dragged on these adventures, whether he liked it or not. 

It doesn't matter if he didn't feel like it.

It doesn't matter if he's so sick he can barely move.

It doesn't matter if he got no sleep last night.

It doesn't matter if it was dangerous.

It doesn't matter if Morty could die during the adventure.

He always needed to go with Rick.

Always.

"Because you're nothing but a pathetic lapdog to Rick." Morty's inner voice commented.

Morty's shoulder slumped.

It was right.

It was always right...

Everything is grey

Rick laid down on his bed, trying to find a reason to get out, which always got more and more difficult. His entire world felt grey. Numb. Bleak. Tired. Damp. Nothing matters, he knew that. So why bother doing anything? Why not just go to sleep forever? Why even live? Lord knows Rick hates himself anyway...he hated his life, he hated everything.

Rick thought of Morty, that's right...that's why he was still alive...he hated that kid...

"Oh shut up, you love him, you shouldn't feel anything you know what happens when you love people, they die or leave you, and y'know what? I don't blame them. You deserve it." Rick's inner voice snubbed

No he doesn't.

"Keep telling yourself that..." Rick's inner voice said.

Well...Rick wanted to hate him.

But it's not his fault!

It's Morty's!

It's not like it's Rick's fault that Morty's smile radiated pure innocence, so much so that it reminded Rick that there was still some good in this broken universe, it wasn't Rick's fault that the way Morty looked at Rick with so much trust in his eyes, the trust the he didn't deserve, the look that made Rick almost feel like he wasn't a huge piece of shit and hate himself at the same time, it wasn't Rick's fault that Morty was able to ground Rick into the world the way nobody else was able to..the way he was his little buddy, his partner, his best friend, his...

...

His reason to live...

...

Rick hated almost everything.

His hair.

Rick ran a hand through his grayish light blue hair. His hands nearly instinctively reached for his cigarette.

"Of course you fucking reach for the cigarettes, you fucking addict." His inner voice criticized. 

Rick reached for a cigarette. Smoking the whole thing in one breath.

His smoke

Rick exhaled, the grey smoke filling up the garage. Rick coughed, but only a little. He got used to it. Used to the metal in his lungs, he could always get new ones, so why did it matter?

The back of his throat was itchy, God it was annoying, but he could always reverse it.

His mouth became dry, but he could always make a device to wet his lips again, or just fucking lick them, he could also just drink alcohol, like how he always did. He has burned through so many livers.

Why did anything matter?

If you're a man who can do anything you want, why even try anymore?

Any negative effects of anything can easily be removed, so what's the point?

Why take care of yourself?

That was Rick's thought process, at least. 

I mean, he certainly didn't like himself enough to take care of him, so why put in the effort when he can be doing more important things?

His dreams

Y'know Rick's old dream was to kill Rick Prime.

He has fantasized about it so, so many times.

It was going to be an epic battle.

Or at least that's what Rick always thought.

But here he was.

Punching Rick Prime while he was strapped to a chair.

He saw the life drain from his eyes, heard him gurgling on his own blood, saw him become motionless, expecting to feel some happiness, or hell, I don't know...satisfaction?

He just killed the guy who killed his wife.

But he felt nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

And now he's so devoid of color, he don't know what it means and he's blue and he's blue...

Whenever the effects of the drugs Rick took worse off, he would take more. Or he would just drink alcohol.

When the effects of his alcohol wear off. He took more.

He always just wanted more, more, more.

He was never satisfied. He always just felt empty.

There was a hole in him.

It just took more, more, more.

It was never satisfied. 

Never.

It numbed him at least.

Made the voices quieter.

Made the voices got further and further away...until Rick almost couldn't hear them

...

Almost.

Numbed him to everything.

Made him forget how much he hated himself.

It didn't matter how much it destroyed him.

How ashamed he felt about himself after.

How much he regretted what he did when he was drunk.

It didn't matter how much it isolated himself from his family.

He didn't care.

He liked being alone.

So why did he always want to cry when he was alone...?

Whatever.

It helped for the moment.

Made him feel relaxed, euphoric.

He felt pure ecstasy for the moment.

It was only for a moment.

He always felt like shit afterwards...

But...the pure, raw, unfiltered, ecstasy...

That made it worth it in the end...

...

Right...?

...

I-it made it worth it

...

Please tell him it made it worth

[angelyuji]

yandere rick sanchez headcanons

(obviously very ooc… like im taking his worst characteristics and turning the dial to 100)

cw // spoilers for literally the entire show, noncon, stalking, kidnapping, torture, being kept like a pet, drugging

18+

RAUEIA:ADOBAIDHJO?S{DH*}

canonically big dick like i need him BAD

guys im so in love with this old fucker

season 1+2 rick would definitely just keep you around for sex

the only reason he hasn’t gotten rid of you is cuz you’re a “good fuck”

literally treats you like an object or a cute little pet

“e-eat.” rick places a plate on a table he brought for you. he moves away to type on some computer. all you remember is a green portal in your room and a man you had never met dragging you out of bed. the room you were in was filled with computers and equipment. he didn’t bother to tie you up.

you don’t move, hearing your silence, rick turns to look at you. he burps, “i-i-i bring you some food out of the goodness of my h-heart and you’re not going to eat it?” you don’t answer. “s-s-stupid fucking b-bitch.” he moves over to grab you by the hair and pulls you closer to the table. “eat the fucking food.” you scream, your scalp searing in pain, as he shoves your face onto the table.

s1+2 rick kinda feels like the type to peer-pressure you into a drinking or doing drugs because he can

like he’d definitely force you to some alien drugs just cuz he can or cuz you’re not as resistant when you’re high off your balls

but season 3 and onward??? oh he’s so obsessed with you

let me explain this personality change

by season 3, rick is starting to care for his family so if you meet him after the whole federation prisoner arc of his, he’s more of like a clingy wet cat vibe… like imagine wisp the cat…. guys i lowkey cooked with that comparison

he’s allowed himself to care for his family (even sometimes jerry)

so when he meets you, this sweet, kind, beautiful person. he wants to protect you. he wants to keep you safe from all the shit that happens to the people in his life

constantly checks on you, calling and texting you daily. he always tries to play it off as a butt-dial

‘sdas’ you’re at work when your phone buzzes as rick’s text comes through. you look at the gibberish, roll your eyes, and continue working. 15 minutes later, a green portal flashes open next to you. everyone jumps in surprise, looking at the portal as rick walks through. “why didn’t you text me back?” rick grabs your arm, looking pissed. you look around, embarrassed.

you lower your voice to a hush, “you texted me gibberish? what exactly was i supposed to text back?” his grip on your bicep tightens and you wince.

“i-it was an accident, but y-you didn’t text back and i was worried.” rick starts to pull you into the portal, but you stand your ground.

“rick, i’m working. you have to go.” rick’s face darkens at your words, but he lets go when your coworker comes up to you.

“is everything alright?” she looks concerned and alarmed at rick’s appearance, and he rolls his eyes.

“(y/n) here, didn’t answer my text so i got worried.” rick pulls you into a tight hug and whispers into your ear, “next time, text me back.”

builds you a bunch of stuff to keep you safe like a chip that insta-kills anyone that it detects to be bothering you

that first week of meeting you, he had broken into your house at night and planted a tracker in your skin when you were sleeping, so he knows where you are at all times

during the whole killing rick-prime arc, he was so scared that you would get hurt or prime would come after you

he didn’t want to lose you like how he lost diane and beth :(

“baby, come on, it’s for your safety.” rick pleads as you slam your hands against the force field.

“SO YOU TRAP ME IN A CAGE????” you scream as rick presses a hand against the wall.

“it-it’s just for your protection, baby, i can’t lose you too.”

“FUCK YOU, RICK. I SWEAR WHEN YOU LET ME OUT OF HERE, WE’RE DONE.” you wouldn’t stop screaming at him. morty watches, uncomfortably.

“are-are you sure this is okay, rick?” rick’s face is unreadable as he registers your words.

“it-it’s fine, morty. i just won’t ever let them out.”

rick also seems like the type to have a breeding kink, but like with the no kids yk (this mf does NOT want more kids) (especially after the whole ghia incident)

like he doesn’t use condoms and he doesn’t pull out, because he likes marking you as his from the inside.

he would definitely have a marking kink like hickeys, love bites, collars, anything that shows the world that you’re taken by him

rick’s hands caress you as you struggle in your bonds.

“i’m sorry, baby, so so-sorry.” he buries his head in your shoulder, sucking at your nape. his hands start to pull at your pants and you struggle harder. he pulls away from your neck to leave wet kisses down your chest, “i know, i know, i’m sorry, sweetie. you just looks so cute, so sw-sweet. it’s really not my fault.”

[pondhue]

How about Rick getting choked and liking it 👀 his clothes disheveled enough to see his happy trail 🤭😵‍💫

got carried away and made it Prickcest woopsieeeeeeee 🥴💙💜

[mortysmith]

rick becomes super into multiversal travel after prime introduces him to it, very hyperfocused on it and the opportunities it presents (like how the gotron episode establishes that rick can get carried away unless someone reels him in). diane might initially be supportive of this but as rick's appearances around the house become more shoddy, she gets fed up and they separate. after a much more complex deterioration of their relationship obviously rick considers this a win at the time, since he's now free to dick around and do whatever he wants, essentially adopts prime's life philosophy and hangs around him. him and prime would eventually have some sort of falling out, which leaves rick extremely bitter and annoyed. he ends up spending most of his life alone, still living by his pop nihilistic ideals because he thinks this is what he wants. eventually he'd still end up squatting in prime's dimension and realizes that he actually Prefers this family life. his infatuation with prime could develop into resentment when he realizes that he essentially robbed rick of a comfortable, idealistic life

[rustychainsnorter]

It's obvious that, as of right now, we know literally nothing about Rick Prime. And we have no idea what season 7 will bring, but here's a list of common possibilities and what I'm gonna do if any of them happen.

Possibility 1: Rick Prime is actually a decent guy and never did anything to C-137 Rick's family. If this happens to be the case, I will personally dress up in a chicken onesie, record myself doing a ridiculous victory dance, and then post it on Tumblr somewhere. No joke. It's a promise.

Possibility 2: C-137 Rick and Rick Prime used to be friends of some sort but couldn't get along thus resulting in conflict. If this is the case, then I will find a dark corner and sob loudly until the cops are called to check and see if the dying dog the neighbors reported hearing is okay.

Possibility 3: C-137 Rick and Rick Prime were previous lovers and in a romantic relationship. Ok... If this happens, then I am going to simply dig a deep, comfy hole, lie in it, and calmly stare at the sky as I rethink all my life choices.

Possibility 4: Rick Prime really is evil and is portrayed as nothing but your typical average, sadistic antagonist. If this ends up being the entire ordeal, then I'm officially logging off my account and I won't be speaking to anyone for months.

Possibility 5: They don't show Rick Prime this season. If this happens, there's really only one possible solution- I eat a bunch of spicy food, locate Dan Harmon's house and proceed to use his restroom without flushing. That is all.

[mcltiples]

UNPROMPTED ASKS || always accepting

@beautifulxdangerous sent; "You're upset with me, aren't you?" ( ooopps. Finger slipped. - Diane for Rick Prime djehfkedjl )

The laughter that came out was equal parts hollow and hysterical. Grabbing onto the nearest wall to help steady himself. So he didn't fall over from how incredibly hilarious this encounter was. Seeing that oh so familiar face. It almost took him by surprise.

Almost.

"Upset -- honey, that's a fucking understatement," The words came out sharper, betraying the exact emotion that his laugh tried to hide. "I didn't think any of you still existed. You're either one smart cookie or lucky enough to have avoided getting erased from existence."

Which left so many questions to the design of his machine.

Quick steps moved forward, hand clamped around her jaw, bringing her towards himself. He turned her head, left, right, examining. Nope, she wasn't a clone. Definitely a Diane from another dimension.

What an interesting puzzle.

"Oh, this is my lucky day. I just happen to know someone who's into vivisections and well, he'd love to open you up, examine you from the inside. Don't worry, you'll feel everything, so there won't be anything you won't miss out on."

[jerrysmithfanatic]

what’s with Morty and blue characters??

TW:Mentions of grooming and Planetina - i’m not gonna write shit abt Mr.Jellybean dw🤢🤢

like one example to elaborate on what i just said: Morty, a 14 year old, had a romantic relationship with someone in which “age doesn’t really apply to” - however, the debate with the age of consent and what defines an adult as an adult and a minor as a minor- while mostly based on age, is also based on maturity level. Planetina had been summoned since the mid 90’s by her CHILDREN. This is more than enough evidence that: even though ‘age doesn’t apply to Planetina’, she should be fully matured by now and realize that her relationship with a 14 year old boy in wrong. Beth, Mortys mom, who is usually very selfish and distances herself from her family’s problems, speaks up and mentiones that Planetina is ‘too old for morty’- in which Planetina replies ( in the most idiotic and overused excuse ): “But Mortys very mature for his age!” like what???

These quotes aren’t exact- i’m writing this from my memory of the episode. - also, i’m pasting this from a message i send to my friends because i just want people to talk more about this.

Side note- i really liked Beth this episode, normally, she’s one of my least favorite characters, but to see the way she stood her ground with Planetina and how she comforted Morty later in the ep was really heartwarming. I wish she’d acted more like this in the show.

anywayysssssss- just wanted to get this out because i feel like this isn’t talked about enough.

i always end up skipping this episode cuz i cant stomach most scenes.

[countlessrealities]

RICK PRIME'S BIRTHDAY EVENT || Selectively accepting !

@mcltiples sent:

Normally Rick would've chosen to spend this particular day alone. Since, well, no one else seemed interested in celebrating with him. He didn't have many friends. At least, up until recently.

It was a habit now to just portal into the other's hideout. Unannounced and walking in as if he owned the place. It's just how he was. And his counterpart was the same.

Sliding up next to the workstation, he plopped down a twelve pack of beer onto the surface. Directly in the other's line of sight. As if he were tempting the other to stop whatever it was he was doing.

"Before you get any funny ideas, I'm not going to say anything weird and I'm not wasted," He chuckled. Their last encounter was a blur, but he remembered what he had said far too clearly. "I just want to share a drink with the worst guy I know,"

The words were lighthearted as he took one of the cans and opened it up. "I'm not sure if birthdays are your thing, but, if it's not, we're just doing a hang out, and if it is your thing -- happy birthday."

As he said those two words, those bright blue eyes of his sparkled in a certain way. A certain emotion that he would keep locked away. For now, at least.

{ To your Weird Rick from my Weird Rick xD }

For once, Rick had been expecting his counterpart's unannounced visit. He had guessed that the other would have paid him a visit, considering what day it was, and maybe he had even been hoping for it.

Of course, he would have ever admitted that last part, not even to himself. However, after what had passed between them on Thanksgiving, he felt a little freer to crave his mirror image's company. They were...friends, sort of, now, weren't they? And there was nothing weird in wanting to spend some time with a friend.

Never mind all the other feelings and thoughts he had. About his counterpart, but also about them.

It took him a conscious effort not to openly grin when the twelve-pack was set on his work desk and, especially, not to instantly look away from his project to put all his attention on his long awaited company. They had a silent agreement about what should not be acknowledged, after all. And that also went for too explicit or revealing reactions.

...Did they?

The doubt bounced around his mind for a few moments at the mention of that night, confused and caught of guard, and perhaps a little anxious too, but he forced himself to stomp his inner turmoil down. Better to let it slide and pretend it hadn't happened. It was easier and more fitting for them.

And it was safer.

"Oh, aren't you sweet," he teased, lifting his gaze to finally look at his counterpart. The words held not real malice or mockery, but were instead fully good-natured. "Stopping by just to see me. And fully sober. I should mark this date on the calendar!"

And who knows whatever reasons to secretly remember that day he would have by the the end of the night. They might both be fully sober now, but that wasn't going to last. He knew from experience by now.

Were birthdays his thing? Good question. He had never thought about it, not seriously. It was an excuse for him to indulge in his own whims even more than he usually did, but there had never been anything more to it. As for how it used to be in his old life...That was something he preferred not to think about.

However, maybe, for this once, he could have decided that birthdays were his thing. Just to get to celebrate their shared one with this man.

Swiftly, he stood up from his chair, leaning forward into his counterpart's personal space. He made sure that their bodies didn't touch at all, even if their faces were so close that they could feel each other's breaths against their skin.

"I believe we still have a couple of movies to watch on our list," he went on with a hum, easily dislodging two bottles from the package with one hand. "Soooo...let's hang out."

He handed one of the beers to his other self and offered his own for a toast.

"Happy birthday. To us."

And if that last two words could have more than one meaning, he would pretend to be completely unaware of what they might have implied.

[antlercollections]

GRGEGRGRGR GROWLS FOES CRAZY

My partner and I had a vision the other day

Doofus Rick and Rick Prime....

Our first idea is that Prime had searched the citadel to find a way to fuck with C-137 and found Doofus Rick- someone who gets shit on constantly, and what better way to get into the head so obsessed with him and the idea that he's the best fit for Prime than to get with someone who C-137 absolutely hates/despises/also shits on?

Our other idea was just them meeting in a citadel bar :3

BUT I DREW THEM AT THE SECOND IDEA

ALSO... Prime calls Doof Zeta because of...

1. He wanted to lure Doof into liking him, so he feigned being nice and told him that Zeta was better fitting, because of his dimension number

2. Prime chose it for him after Doof just shared his dimension and not his name

@local-gay-man

[fandomwe1rd0]

Speaking as someone who has been diagnosed on the more severe side of clinical depression, I would say that Rick, while not perfect, is a pretty accurate representation of someone with depression, like I see a lot of myself in Rick, buttttt I do have one question...

...

How the FUCK does he have so much energy and motivation!? Like, I BARELY have enough motivation and energy to get out of BED in the morning! How THE FUCK does this OLD ASS MAN who ALSO have depression have so much more motivation and energy than me!? Like GIMME SOME OF YOUR ENERGY AND MOTIVATION RICK!

[mcltiples]

Well that's going to ruin his clothes. "You're lucky my sweet kitten isn't here or he'd have you on his vivisection table."

Instead of drinking it, she chucks it at his head. "Dumb ass."

[apunkinspace]

Hnngggg I need more of them. I need lore. I will attack if not given more Rick Prime lore.

Edit: forget to mention, how this is going off the idea that maybe some (or most) of the inventions that we see from C-137, are inventions that Prime had originally shown him or made.

[g0rygutz]

♱ ◞ oh my god. he fucking kidnapped you. ◟ ♱

☓﹒﹕charactersᶻ﹕→ rick prime & reader , rick sanchez c-137 x reader (mentioned)

☓﹒﹕small summeryᶻ﹕→ with me being a rick prime fictive. i feel the only good way to start is with a rick prime fic. rick prime fucking kidnaps the reader.

☓﹒﹕trigger warningsᶻ﹕→ kidnapping, drugging, mild violence

pressed up against the wall, you could hear loud footsteps from somewhere in the house. whoever was making them, it was on purpose. you had no clue who it was.. your eyes darted around, trying to come up with a plan.

spotting a wooden baseball bat laying on the floor a few feet away. you bolted towards it. wrapping your hands tightly around the handle, holding it close to yourself. practically ready to swing at the smallest noise.

the silhouette of someone began creeping down the hall. whoever it was, began to whistle. it almost sounded like.. rick? you had no clue why rick would be scaring you like this. so it couldn’t be him, right?

finally, they came around the corner. quickly swinging your bat directly at their stomach. putting as much force into it as you can. the sound of ribs practically shattering was loud. louder than you expected.

what you didn’t expect to hear next was laughter. deranged, maniacal laughter.

the person emerged fully from around the corner, somehow they seemed to be perfectly fine. standing up straight, no pain what so ever.

what you took note of next, sent shivers down your spine. he looked… similar to rick. slightly taller. very different clothes.. and much, much younger. he didn’t look over thirty.

a wide grin was on his face as he just stared down at you. grabbing the bat tightly and ripping it from your grip. tossing it off to the side and moving to grab at your arm.

you couldn’t stop him, you couldn’t tell him to let go. instead you were frozen. stuck staring right back at him.

“it’s so funny. i killed his wife to teach him a lesson. to show him nothing is forever, except for us, the infinite fucking rick. and the stupid fucker goes after you instead.”

you had… zero clue what the other was talking about. rick had mentioned his wife once or twice before and that she was.. well, gone. but never how.

given the fact he basically just admitted to killing rick’s wife, it was safe to assume that she was murdered.

was that going to be your fate? was he going to murder you to teach rick a lesson? is this really how your life was going to end?

the other seemed to notice the dread on your face.

“i don’t plan on killing you. yet. it seems just killing the people he cared about didn’t fucking work so.. we’ll try something different.”

grabbing you tightly by the forearm, he basically began to drag you towards the living room. watching closely as he pulled a small photo. it looked the be him and your rick, but younger. out of his pocket and haphazardly tossed it on the table.

turning his attention back to you, a grin on his face as he pulls something else from his pocket. shoving you down onto the couch, sitting down on you. practically straddling you.

before you could try and shove him off, he jammed a thumb into your mouth. prying it open. quickly shoving a pill in, closing your mouth, and holding it shut. using his other hand to pinch your nose shut.

“you can either swallow, or you’ll end up passing out. entirely your choice.”

attempting to struggle against him, moving your hands up to tug at his wrists… proved to be useless. he was stronger than you, much stronger.

right as the world started to spin, you finally swallowed.

at that, the rick let go of your nose and mouth. basically starting to pant like a dog, trying to catch your breath. two fingers were shoved inside your mouth.

biting down harshly on them, you could taste the blood. watching him quickly pull the fingers from your mouth, you glanced down at his hand only to tense. the wound was healing itself practically instantaneously.

the rick seemed to notice the look on your face, laughing softly as he moved himself off of you.

it was your chance to escape but.. your limbs felt so heavy. every part of your body felt heavy but— you didn’t feel tired. you had assumed he gave you some sort of sedative, but you weren’t tired.

“temporarily paralyzed. i don’t give a shit if your awake, i just don’t want you screaming your head off and trying to escape while i get you to your home. your new home.”

you wanted to protest, to keep fighting back. to keep trying to contact rick but… you couldn’t.

the rick leaned down, grabbing you with one arm and basically throwing you over his shoulder. you could hear the sound of a portal opening a few moments later along with a light green glow enveloping the room.

when you came out on the other side, the place reminded you of rick’s underground lab. a lot more high tech, the walls looked like they were metal.

you tried to force yourself to look around but nothing. you still couldn’t move. all you could do is wait as he carried you somewhere.

the sound of a buttons being pressed on a keypad caught your attention, then all of the sudden you were in some sort of glass box.

the rick set you down on what seemed to be a makeshift bed, propping you up then moving back. staring down at you.

“the paralytic should wear off in an hour or two, i have some other stuff to attend to until then but.. make yourself comfy. this will be your new home after all.”

he turned to walk back out the door before pausing.

“it’s rick prime, by the way. oh, how i can’t wait to see the look on wife guy’s face. heh.”

with that, he shut the door, leaving you inside the glass box. watching as he opened up another portal and stepped through. leaving you alone.

[hazelnut-u-out]

When you think about it, Jerry and Rick aren't really all that different. The illusion of their difference is by both Rick and Jerry's design, and Rick alone is a notoriously unreliable narrator at best. Rick creates a distance between their personalities by belittling Jerry. Jerry creates the same by painting Rick as a monster. Really, they're both shitty, autistic-coded dads at the end of the day.

It makes sense that their similarities become more obvious as the show progresses. Rick's control over the framing of events on screen loosens with each season, especially in Seasons 6-7. Unlike earlier seasons, the words coming out of his mouth often highlight his warped perception rather than reinforce it. Not to mention, Jerry starts to drop the pitiful act more.

Rick points out that Jerry's like a parasite feeding off of Beth's willingness to support him in 'The Whirly Dirly Conspiracy,' but by 'The Jerrick Trap,' Jerry points out that Rick's at the breakfast table eating the eggs Beth bought. Both of them are unemployed (cred to @dirty-bear-rick-sanchez for that point). They seem to like the same media, are both chronic complainers, and canonically hang out (and drink) together enough to agree to give each other what they want most in the world.

Hell, it wouldn't surprise me if Rick was a stay-at-home dad focusing on his science while Diane was the breadwinner, at this point. Jerry is to beekeeping as Rick is to science.

(The Whirly Dirly Conspiracy) Rick: That all ended because she felt sorry for you. You act like prey, but you're a predator! You use pity to lure in your victims!

(The Jerrick Trap) Jerry: Oh, fuck you. Eat your eggs that my wife bought.

Most notably, Jerry Prime is exactly who Rick would've become if he hadn't been able to invent interdimensional travel on his own. He watched his wife and daughter die at the hands of a Rick, too. Without a shot at revenge and in the wake of his family's death, Jerry admits that Rick was always right. When a shot at revenge comes around, he's willing to sacrifice anything for it.

(Solaricks) Jerry Prime: Maybe. Why? Because if you hate them, too... I could be down for a little team up.

I honestly think a younger Rick would've been horrified to know that he'd end up putting Jerry through the exact same thing he could never get over himself.

[invisiblegarabgetruck]

Oh, that's a good point though! 👍

There are things in the show that they clearly don't think will be long-term things. (And plot holes)

But yeah, I think it would be interesting if they add new context using this scene too :0

Rewatching this scene from S3E1 again and I noticed this line...

"Once we give you this technology"

we? 🤨

in S7E5 Prime specifically said that they're the two Ricks who actually invented portal travel. It wasn't just Prime randomly showing up and showing Rick portal tech.

And since in S3E1 Rick did say this scene was a 'totally fabricated origin backstory' (meaning while something is true, there are some changed details)...

So.... maybe the 'we' here were actually Prime and Rick himself?

I need their backstory...........