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spacealcoholic:

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Is this about me sucking your dick or-?

Well, not exactly. I just meant - today is a national holiday for my people. The 20th of April. I was hoping you would join me in the festivities.

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justamiistake:

I mean, Morty and I are legally considered adults, so it’s been a while.

Kids? You mean, uh… Mooorty? And Rick? They’re good. Yeah. Real good…

Compared to the centuries of pain members of my species must endure, all humans are children.

- But it pleases me to see that you have grown up. Rick’s offspring tend not to do that.

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“Old friend, I need your help.”

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Oh. Yes, quite. You certainly have... grown. I think.

...How are the kids?

birbperson started following you

Dude, how long has it been?

Like, ages right?

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ok but what if...

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BP accepted the small box graciously, opening the case and picking out the needle and thread. As he began to sew the wound shut, he let out short, nervous breaths. He’d been through so much, it’d be almost a disappointment to fall at the hands of a simple gun. When the job was done, he laid back, finally able to relax. Hands behind his head, he kept one eye open, glancing at the man who let him into his home.

“Thank you. I was told I could trust you by a friend, long ago. I believe you know him. His name is Rick.”

“Wanted criminal, huh?” Stan huffed, motioning for the bird-man to sit down as he retrieved a worn-first aid kit from a nearby shelf.

“This house is lived-in by a wanted criminal, buddy. Been there done that. More dangerous fer me t’let ya keel over on my property than it is t’have ya come inside.” He handed the kit over, “Stitch or cauterize, all the tools ya need are in there so long as ya don’t mind scars.”

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Birdperson. Any birdperson.

Send my muse a character, and he/she will confirm or deny if they have wishes to have sex with that character.

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Yes?

I know that whole having sex with your best friend thing is like a bad idea but?

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“I did not expect you t- nngh.”

Birdperson shuddered, another wave of pain surging through his body. He clenched his side. 

“No, I removed the bullet and almost fully covered my gunshot wound. I only need a place to rest for a day or two.”

He took a step inside, making sure to bow to the hunched man. Taking a look around at the disorderly menagerie that was the cabin in the middle of nowhere, he spotted a worn chair that looked mildly comfortable. Before taking another step forward, though, he stopped.

“You seem quite comfortable with having a wanted criminal in your home, a trait uncharacteristic of most humans. Why is this.”

“Yeah, only thing I understood o’that was ‘shot.’“ Gee, wonder why someone would shoot at a six-foot-something half-naked man covered in feathers. Real head-scratcher, that one.

“Alright, alright. Get inside. There still a bullet in there?”

Having someone bleed out on his property was a liability, after all.

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Imagine your OTP

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[ *GASP*

IM BACK!!!! 

Yes! I didn’t forget about this blog, it is in fact still alive. I love this muse, and the interactions I’ve had so far, and there’s no way I’d abandon it that quickly.

The truth is, I just couldn’t log into this account. lmao bc i lost the password 

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If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my time with Rick...

It’s that wherever he goes...

Trouble is sure to follow.

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*ahem* What kinds of lizards did you receive, Tyrone?

Oh no, not Rick’s doing.  Or at least if it is it’s very indirect.

He’s doing good, actually. He actually just got me some glow in the dark lizards, so that’s cool. Though I guess that doesn’t mean he’s not getting in trouble, huh?

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RULES: TAG 20 FOLLOWERS YOU WANT TO GET  TO KNOW BETTER Copy and paste, do not reblog!

NAME: Dean NICKNAME: Dean the Bean? GENDER: Male, He/Him STAR SIGN: Leo HEIGHT: 5′6″ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual HOGWARTS HOUSE: Ravenclaw? FAVORITE COLOR: Gold and Pink TIME RIGHT NOW: 8:00 PM AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 5 / 10, it alternates lmao LUCKY NUMBER: 400 LAST THING I GOOGLED: how to eat a donut without getting glaze on your hands FAVOURITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER(S): *sighs* I guess NUMBER OF BLANKETS I SLEEP UNDER: None nowadays, too hot FAVORITE SINGER/BAND: One that comes to mind immediately is Pink Floyd. DREAM TRIP: I’d love to visit anywhere tbh, I love travelling DREAM JOB: I don’t want anything big, maybe an artist or an English teacher? CURRENT NUMBERS OF FOLLOWERS: 36 lovely people <3 WHAT DO YOU POST: For the moment, just roleplay with a bit of art thrown in. WHO ARE YOUR MOST ACTIVE FOLLOWERS: I’ve got like 4 threads, tops. Hard to say. WHEN DID YOUR BLOG REACH ITS PEAK: Not yet, I hope WHAT MADE YOU DECIDE TO GET A TUMBLR: I loved Gravity Falls and I needed to share. DO YOU GET ASKS ON A DAILY BASIS: Nope. WHY DID YOU CHOOSE YOUR URL: Because it’s so close to the real thing, right?

Tagged by: @mortyiisms Tagging: Most of my friends already got tagged, so anyone can do this xD

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“Sir, I must apologize for the indecency.

This cloth is made from the hide of an Oceanbear, and it is a breathable, durable material that lets me move easily when I’m murdering people working.

I took a shot in my most recent skirmish, and I must rest. Will you allow me to stay here?”

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“Uh…Nice…loincloth. Shack has a pants-on policy though.”

Was there some kind of nerd convention in town or something?

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“As far as I understand, with humans, the only difference between a girl and a woman is sexual viability...” he states plainly, wondering if there was some subtle human subtext in her words. Had his feathers’ perhaps attracted the interest of this woman?

No matter. “You say alien encounters are a common occurrence in this city? - I am what you would call an alien, by the way. That doesn’t sound particularly safe. Maybe my presence is required after all.”

“I am not a girl but a woman, sir.” Did she really look THAT young to some? Unless this man was much older than she? Olivia listens, curious when he says they’re real wings. He did look a bit off but not in a bad way. Just not human in appearance aside from his front view.

Oliva hopes he’s not some monster.

“I apologize. I just thought, well,” She pauses, correcting herself almost. “N-Nevermind. This is Gravity Falls. Folks of your background are often popping up in this place.. I just hope you’re polite around humans.”

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I see. So, Tyrone, how exactly does a plain human like yourself end up like this? Is it Rick’s doing?

Oh, and speaking of Rick, how is mine doing these days?

Getting into trouble, I assume.

Semi–ah. I’m usually uh, more human than this. It.. it’s a phase.

Mmm. I can’t recall if he did or not, but hi.  The feeling’s mutual.

And it’s Tyrone, but you can call me Ty if you want.

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“Glad to hear that it is still functional. I hope you found what you were looking for.”

“Your body will grow accustomed to the feeling of spacial displacement, do not worry. It took me a couple of years.”

“Yep! Th-thank you again for your h-help. I really appreciate it. I’m, ah, s-still getting used to going places w-with it though.”