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My Rick and his Diane (owned by a friend)! This is a commission from vgen (@baechiku) and they did an amazing job!!! ❤️ Coffee date for the hubby and wifey.

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OOC: Oh god I also forgor about this blog ough

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Surprisingly there wasn't anything in his system aside from alcohol. Whatever was in his flask, and Beth's red wine mainly, but it was enough to leave him tipsy. Rick truly was just a drunk—worse than C-137 in some ways, not that this younger Rick needed to know that he was often mistook for the freak of nature 137 on a weekly basis. He could tell from the moment the other man began speaking, that he thought there was something between them. A flash of pity for his younger counterpart writhed within the older man's gut. Instead of reacting with anger like he wanted, Rick simply allowed the other to spit venom at him like a venomous snake, taking it, and letting it roll off him.

Deep down he knew doing this was bad, but he'd done it countless times before, with Unity, with Diane, with ... god, there were so many. So many that he couldn't even remember them all; so many that ended with the other person with a broken heart. He didn't want to do that to this younger Rick, but he couldn't stop himself. He couldn't stop himself from poisoning another, from making them suffer.

Unfortunately for Nihilistic, when the portal open, Rick was up and tackling the younger man through it with surprising speed and agility. They roll through the portal and into the silent apartment, landing with him on top, straddling them. His body reacted before his brain could catch up and make sense of it. His hands were full of Nihilistic's shirt collar, heaving him up off the floor slightly.

"How am I supposed to talk to you when you run at a moment's notice?!" He snarled, shaking the other man roughly. "You act just a kid! You run when things sound even remotely bad. Stop that, it's annoying as fuck!" Another violent shake. Knees press on either side of the other's hips, digging painfully into the hardwood flooring. "We could have had a conversation back there, but no, you decided for me that it was over. Well, two can play that game: this conversation isn't over until I say so."

Blues glare down into lavender ones. Breaths huff from him, making his shoulders rise and fall. Still, he doesn't let go of the other's shirt, fisting it tightly. "What do you want from me? Don't you get that I'm not a good person? I'm a ROUGE RICK. I ruin everything I touch!" Never mind the fact that he was also a decoy of C-167 Prime.

The night went well, they hung out, grabbed a few to knock back, ate good food, and then ended the night back at his place.

Stargazing.

How many times has he done this by myself. Too many to count and too many to remember. The background noise of their family made Nihilistic silently wonder what it would have been like to have his own, but he quickly pushed it away as he felt C-167 stirring next to them, he turned to meet their gaze.

Lavender eyes meeting blue hues. The bluest hues of them all.

What followed next, was something he did not see coming despite the evening they had just shared. His head turned to the side, listening to them talking, he wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or whatever drug they had ingested, but those blue hues held a tint of saddens. Or was that his imagination. The words had taken a moment to settle in, and once absorbed, he sat up.

"You're really saying this to me. I thought we' were passed " complicated"." Those last words sounded like vile being spat out. "We" there was no we between them, yet he thought there was. "What the fuck are we doing then Rick? Because if you just wanted to fuck around, you should have said something earlier and I would've gladly been a one-night stand."

It's true. He wouldn't have mind. It wouldn't be the first time he let someone treat him as such and parted ways. He couldn't help it if he liked hanging around the older Rick and his family. He liked being around them and that was something rare.

Nihilistic never liked being around people, or meeting others, he could hardly stand himself sometimes. "I'm outta here. Tell Beth dinner was great." Not even giving them a glance, he took his portal gun out and exited that place. Only to land inside his own home, where there was no laughter, no chatter, no dinner at the table, or stars to gaze at.

Just an empty home and all its nice furnishings.

@c-167

[c-167]

"B-Because I'm human??"

The poor lil delinquent is panicking now. He clearly hasn't been around any other Rick aside from his own. Someone help him.

My Morty thinks your Morty is cool...I don't see it...

- @stick-rick

@stick-rick

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≡ = offering a place to stay overnight.

@priest-richard-sanchez

Found the meme. / No longer accepting. / @priest-richard-sanchez

Rick, admittedly, wasn't one to stay with other Ricks (outside of Nihilistic, but that's because he essentially had no choice but to let the freak inside when he showed up on his daughters doorstep). He had met the priest... in passing sometime ago, and he felt just as uncomfortable then, as he did right in the present. Not because they were another Rick, but because they were... a priest. Truthfully, he'd always felt unwelcome and uncomfortable inside churches and whatnot—they always made his skin crawl.

To say he was surprised when they offered him a place to stay... was an understatement. Rick debated on turning the offer down, as he was only on the citadel for a hearing (something something, the Council of Ricks mistook him for 137, blah blah blah). But then he reconsidered, figuring he wasn't about to find any other willing Rick to let a rouge like him stay the night.

And so, he accepted... reluctantly.

"I won't be around when you wake." He promised as he followed the other man inside, hands stuck deep in his lab-coat pockets. It was just for the night. What could go wrong?

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My Morty thinks your Morty is cool...I don't see it...

- @stick-rick

@stick-rick

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Ayyy new pinned post means.... activity is starting again, WOO. )

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Ayyy, if you like Rick and Morty, then this is the blog for you! This is an ask and roleplay blog for my various R&M OCs—the entirety of the main cast of Earth Dimension C-167, outside of Diane and Beth who are owned by my good friend. Additionally, some ask responses may be drawn, as the owner of this blog is an artist. Down below are a few simple, easy-to-follow rules:

Don't be a dick.

Minors and Rickority's DNI.

Angst and adult content will happen here as admin is well over the age of consent.

Asks will always be open!

Most importantly: have fun.

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⍟ — @c-167 YOU KNOW WHO. Ps 167's really really good at giving head.

Sleepy Sex Meme

⍟ - sneak under the cover and wake your muse up with oral.

The night has started out with them going on a drinking bender, and ended back at his place. He offered C-167 a place to crash, he was surprised they took the offer. Considering that things between them were rough. Heading to his room, he left the other Rick to their devices, and closed his bedroom door. Sleep found him easily this evening, despite having company over.

He didn't feel nor hear them coming to their room, let alone feel the bed sheets moving about. His breathing became hitched, and his eyes shifted underneath his eyelids, when the first moan slipped out. It felt wet, warm, tight.

Eyes fluttered open as he felt the sensations intensify, by this time, he felt himself gasping, his hand immediately went tugging off the bed sheets, and found him, nestled between his legs. "R-R-Rick!" Nihilistic managed to gasp out as he felt himself being sucked off, he sat a bit on his elbows, sleep still in his eyes. Was he seeing this a dream, or was this real. If it was a dream this was one hell of a dream. C-167 hummed around his member, and with a soft pop, he released them, and smirked their blue eyes shining. "In the flesh sweetheart or should I say, in your wet fantasy." Just as soon as Nihilistic felt their mouth leaving them, it was back on, and engulfing his length. His legs spread out more for the other, making room. A chocked out moan escaped him as he rolled and bucked his hips. Fuck they were magnificent. The room was filled with lewd noises, mixed in with his cries of pleasure.

If this was a dream, it was the best dream ever.

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✔ - RANDOM (mun chooses)

The meme / Accepting. / @nihilistic-rick

Rick was drunk. Drunker than he could ever recall being. He had gone past the normal black-out drunk hours ago before making the decision to return the favor to Nihilistic and portal into this home unannounced. Two can play that game. His head swam sickeningly as he found himself suddenly looming over the slightly shorter man, hands pressing into the bed sheets, the mattress with the other Rick under him, thighs parted enough for him to settle between them like they were made for him. A thrill of something flickers through him—not quite sadism, but... something similar.

Apparently, at some point he'd rolled on top of Nihilistic, and now here they were. Surprisingly steady hands cup the other's face as he leans in for a chaste, strangely sweet, kiss right there in the dark. It tastes of hard liquor and something spicy. Blue eyes half-lid as the sweet, little kiss turns into something deeper, rougher—

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✮ = stargazing. (For C-167)

The meme. / Accepting. / @nihilistic-rick

Despite his plan to keep Nihilistic at arms length, he had failed astronomically because the man was at his side again. Although nothing was going on aside from their faces being turned upward to the inky black sky above, staring at the stars above... He couldn't help but feel like something shouldn't be happening here. Like they shouldn't be doing this. Like it might end horribly if he dared to step any deeper. He just couldn't shake Nihilistic. Couldn't get him to understand that he wasn't good for anyone. Not Diane, not Morty, not Beth, not even himself. Everything was off-kilter just enough to make him angry at the world—at Diane despite her being unable to return home not being her fault at all, at Morty for existing, at Beth for staying with a certified sociopath, at Prime for trying and failing to kill Diane all those years ago.

Blue eyes open suddenly (as he hadn't realized he'd closed them) to stare up at the sky, arms folded behind his head, at Orion's Belt specifically. Feeling particularly melancholy, Rick swallowed the self-hate as best he could. It tasted like sick grief and despair. Anger often lead to despair and pity, because that was what he was full of. There was nothing but pitch-blackness in his head, in his soul, and he couldn't get rid of it, no matter how hard, how desperately he tried. All he could do was dull and numb the pain with alcohol and weed and sex.

But sometimes, even that didn't help.

No longer willing to look at the stars twinkling above, his face turned cheek resting against the cold, hard stucco tile of Beth's roof, blues looking blankly toward Nihilistic for the first time in several hours since the other man had text him with the offer of stargazing. Distantly, he could hear the sounds of the family in the backyard, gleefully looking up at the very same constellations with a telescope. Whatever made them happy. "You could do better than someone like me. There's plenty of Ricks in the multiverse." Unlike any other time he spoke (to just about anyone outside of Beth and Diane), his voice was soft and... almost vulnerable. Not at all like how he normally sounded. There were moments of humanness, of emotion, even for him.

Apparently this was one of those times.

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Sleepy Sex Meme

Send one for my muse to…

✖ - nibbling on your muse’s ear.

⍟ - sneak under the cover and wake your muse up with oral.

♥ - roll on top of your muse and kiss them.

☀ - spooning your muse from behind, in their sleep, and grinding against them.

♣ - cuddle with yours.

♦ - crawl on your muse and pin them beneath my muse.

♠ - reaching down and sliding their hand between your muse’s legs

✔ - RANDOM (mun chooses)

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❝ We fuck. It doesn’t need to be more complicated than that. ❞ / @c-167 — the Ricks.

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 & 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 *

Assorted memes of a suggestive and sexual nature, intended for the spicier type of interactions. Be mindful of your partners' boundaries! Change pronouns / etc. as needed, and feel free to combine the sentence prompts with the action and / or location prompts when sending if you want.

tw: strong sexual content , minors DO NOT interact with this meme at all!

𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 & 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘

Standing there before C-167, he let the words sink, fully sink in. Did they just really say that. To him? He couldn't help but let out a snort, and laughed. Actually laughed. "You're pulling my leg. Really?" Nihilistic asked as he got closer to the other Rick. "It's not complicated, you say, as we hang out, go out on these "dates" at Shoneys, going back to my place or your place to smoke until the sun comes up. But it doesn't get more complicated." This time he got close enough and hissed at them. "Letting you fuck raw me until I'm completely incoherent."

Stepping back from C-167, Nihilistic shook his head and shoved his hands in his pocket. "Whatever Richard. When shit isn't so "complicated" let me know." And just like that he was gone through his own portal. If the other has simply asked just for solely hooking up, and nothing more, he wouldn't of mind being their hook up, and just that.

Be a number in their phone, another notch in their belt, another faceless name for him to scream out.

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Send my muse unhinged anons

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✎

- @clone-ur-rick

This meme. / @clone-ur-rick

✎ - Speaking a different language.

"I'm gonna need you to stop with that fuckin' Japanese nonsense. Did your firmware switch the language from English or some shit after an update?" He's kidding, but the expression on his face never changes.

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A "Genius" Jerry? Hehe, what'd he *burp* do? Find matching socks?

- @coffeerick

@coffeerick

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*Texts him.*

〚𝕀𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕖𝕩𝕥🧪🧬〛Since you don't want me barging in on your garage and during your time with whatever it is that you do in there, I'll just text you, especially since you want beat my ass, also don't threaten me with a good time old man. ;) Lmfao.

SMS → HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET MY NUMBER?! SMS → 💀💀💀 SMS → Shut the fuck up. I'll kill you.