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I was lowkey biased designing her cuz I’m chamorritaaaa girl native island girl 😌💫

Everyone keeps drawing calypso WRONG!!!! (Jk)

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Everyone keeps drawing calypso WRONG!!!! (Jk)

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I wanna be saaaaaaaved !!!!!!

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Morty loves animals!

We all know how compassionate Morty is when he's not commiting mass murder, and a recurring detail in the show is his adoration for animals, so here's a compilation of that for absolutely no reason

[S1Ep2] He loves his dog so much! I bet he misses him :с And I also find it really sad that he had to let go of someone who loved him unconditionally, considering how no one else in Morty's life showed him much affection. It might be the reason he likes dogs so much - they can't make you feel like you're not good enough for them to love you. I like to think that he visits Snuffles/Snowball from time to time

[S2Ep2] Morty kept his interest in animals even in Roy and apparently spent a lot of time learning about birds as a hobby (I've taken an interest in birds too recently, he's literally me)

[S3Ep8] I think Beebo counts as an animal?..

[S3Ep8 and S7Ep10] A parallel between Morty and Diane! I wonder if Rick thinks about this similarity between them too... Wish we got more Morty and Diane interactions in the fear hole

[S3Ep8] Look at him being a nerd. He likes insects too!

[S4Ep5] And this whole thing he did for the planet of snakes, he even gave the snake he bought a name (I don't think Morty knows how to handle snakes though...)

[S4Ep8] Morty giving the rat his tube was so cute!! He didn't let Rick kill it and was willing to hold his breath for a while to keep this little creature alive, although it wasn't the biggest concern for him and Rick at the moment

[S5Ep3] This one is cute too, even if he was helping with the fire mostly to impress Planetina

[S7Ep6] I... am not sure Morty consented to this, but he looks happy?..

[S8Ep1] And of course Morty's dogs from the matrix! He had two of them! I bet he took really good care of these guys :D

[S8Ep1] He's so sad about his finches :c I think he found a lot of comfort in taking care of animals in the matrix, especially after he lost all his friends. It must have helped him feel less lonely. Also, @dirty-bear-rick-sanchez pointed out a cool detail about this line - Morty might have kept his knowledge about birds from his "bird-watching phase" in Roy! I don't know why I made this. Consider it a Morty appreciation post (and maybe something for me to write a fic about lol)

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“irreplaceable”

the one word where morty figured out this wasn’t really rick.

and no wonder morty believes rick could just up and replace him any day. because there’s infinite versions of him, after all. because there’s infinite other things that are better than him. because, for the longest time, every other day, rick kept on telling him how replaceable he is.

no wonder he was scared that hug wouldn't have been real.

but, truth is, rick would’ve jumped after him (if he had thought morty was in real danger).

truth is, rick would have performed in front of a crowd for him.

truth is, rick would anything, just about anything, for him. he would travel the longest distances just to get him back. he would spoil him with gadgets and gifts. he would forgo the chance to see his wife again just so he could spend the rest of the evening with him.

truth is, morty was wrong.

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rambles and thoughts on Summer of all Fears - a meta

what really stands out to me about this newest episode is how it portrays how both summer and morty respond to stress.

EPISODE 1 SEASON 8 SPOILERS UNDER CUT

morty goes off the rails. he lashes out in every way he can think of. he becomes violent, vengeful, antisocial. he focuses on clear but short term goals like getting out of jail and fighting a war. when he's not doing these things, he fixates on things like engineering and firefighting, that have very set in stone rules but that are complex enough for him to get lost in. his hobbies are distractions but they are also productive. he opts not to use the productive side of him in times of stress. perhaps this isn't even consciously chosen. it's his instinct to self destruct.

and that's where he and summer differ. when she faces the same challenges, she focuses on mastery. she wants power, perfection, and order. she results to manipulation. she focuses on long term goals. on becoming untouchable to others around her. she becomes president and doesn't just become a master of her reality, but also a master of herself. she becomes fixated on achievement. she's able to do this by working extraordinarily hard, planning things out elaborately, and pulling strings like a puppeteer. it's her instinct to take charge.

both of them, when put in a situation outside of their control, do what they can to reclaim their power. morty is unconventional and chaotic, summer is traditional and lawful. he tries to reclaim power himself, summer tries to reclaim power over the situation.

id be remiss not to mention the feminist reading of this. that in times of stress, women are expected to remain composed and rational or otherwise be labelled emotional. summer has the same societal learning as us. she feels pressured to prove herself to even a fake society. perhaps even to rick and her brother. she takes conventional means to gain power so she not only appears as in control but feels it. although she doesn't place particular value on what she's doing, she knows its a typically respected profession and she can make it suit her.

i think she's smart enough to realise this but i don't think she's able to solve it for herself. interestingly, when she gets out of the matrix, she defaults to her standard self. she rejects wisdom and feedback, and decides to live impulsively.

in the real world when put under stress, morty tries to control the situation. he often goes to rick to get help, someone who he believes can do and fix anything. but summer tries to control herself. their roles switch.

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 I made you. I showed you infinity.

And what did you do with it?

Hang out with my grandson...?

...raise echoes of my daughter?

What’s your life without me?

Admit it. You would’ve been me.

I just walked into your garage before you walked into mine!

But eventually you did!

You lived in my house!

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Yummy

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rick and morty doodles plus ocs

don't think i've shared cult leader rick here (last pic)

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Grandfathers

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oh good heavens

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Rick Sanchez-level intelligent Reader who casually opens a portal to the wasteland where all the Marks are and takes Angstrom with them.

He glared at you. “Who the Hell–”

Your palm slammed against his face so hard spit flew out his mouth.

One of the Marks whistled and another guffawed, but you ignored them. You grabbed Angstrom roughly by the collar. 

“All that knowledge and you act like the biggest dingus across a hundred realities.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Going after every version of Mark Grayson? You set off a chain reaction, dumbo.”

“He's a menace to society, they are a plague–”

“Listen, idiot, infinite versions means infinite possibilities. For example, what happens if you kill a Mark Grayson whose wife goes on a rampage and kills infinite versions of you? Then a version of your son decides to go after her in every reality? And then the cycle is passed onto her daughter or son or mother–do you see where I'm going with this? This grand-scale act of petty revenge means destruction for the multiverse.” You got up, spraying your hands with sanitizer. 

“They're all scum! Every universe..." He clenched his fists. “All those countless worlds, in every single one of them, he is a heartless monster! If my own death means they lose then–”

You introduced the sole of your boot to his face. “Did you fail middle school or something? Your human definition of countless is nothing in the face of infinity. Every evil iteration you encountered, somewhere there is one who made the opposite choice, you fucking twit!” You forced down your knee until he fell on his back, the sand turning into a fog from the force.

You sighed and then turned to face the reflections of your husband. Shoving your hands into the pockets of your lab coat, you relaxed into a smile. “Hello, Mark.”

Their faces were a mix of shock and suspicion, though in their hearts they couldn’t help but be impressed. 

You chuckled. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen your face look like that, but I guess that’s what being married for over a thousand years does to us.” 

“You’re not afraid of us,” the one without a mask stated, arms and legs flexed.

“How can I possibly feel anything but love for you? Every single one of you is a version of the man I adore.” You paused and then shrugged. “Unless one of you cheated on a version of me with that Eve girl.” Disregarding human rights was your bread and butter, and genocide was nothing to you, but adultery? That’s a turn off. 

The one with a mohawk, turned speechless for once, glanced at the unconscious Angstrom. “Shouldn’t we grab him?”

Just as he said that, Angstrom started gaining consciousness. The variants were poised to speed blitz him but you just made a face of irritation before pulling out a silvery sphere from your coat.

The sphere split into three discs. The top part kept Angstrom in place with a powerful gravitational field while the middle portion shone a light over his body. “Analyzing subject genome… Running simulations… Simulation complete.”

The middle and bottom portions manifested large robotic limbs armed with scalpels, lasers and other gadgets. “Prepare for recombination.”

Looking at Marks’ surprised faces, you giggled. “Nanites,” you explained. 

In a matter of minutes, Angstrom’s grotesque mutation was gone. The middle and bottom discs presented him with mirrors to show the result of the surgery. 

“H-how…” He gawked at his reflection. He looked like he did before all of this. “All those doctors and professionals, not a single one of them could cure me.”

You leaned down and pressed a condescending finger on his forehead. “You’ve been to what, a few thousand realities? Tsk. Clearly you haven’t even scratched the surface of ‘countless’ when you haven’t met me.” 

You turned towards the Marks. “I took away his portal abilities and special physique so do be careful when you take your anger out on him.” 

“If you took away his powers, then how the Hell are we supposed to leave?!” The one with a veil demanded.

Your face blanked.

In a split instant you were right in front of him.

He nearly fell down on his ass.

You giggled, “Pissing off someone who clearly surpasses you? You’re so cute, Markie. I forgot how hot-blooded you can be.”

You glanced around the others. “Relax, I wouldn’t leave you guys to die out here.” You snapped your fingers and the discs cut into the air, forming a door. “This portal will scan your quantum composition and take you to your respective reality of origin. Pretty useful, huh? It will ensure that no one gets lost and–” You threw a look at the Mark wearing black and yellow “–no outsider can take over your reality.”

“Why should we trust you?” The Mark in Omni-Man’s costume asked what everyone else was thinking.

You shrugged again. “Well, you don’t have to, but what other choice is there?” 

The air split.

Two Marks tried to grab you but you were gone from the sand. 

“Think about it, sweeties!” You yelled as you stood in the air above. “Unless one of you ding-dongs can vibrate fast enough to phase through time and space, you either rot here or you pass through that door.”

The fully masked Mark flew right next to you. Your feet were flat as if they were still on the ground. “You’re… not flying.”

“Hm? Oh, no. My boots can manipulate the atoms of anything, including air, so I can walk on them. Personally, I find it more impressive than walking on water, and much more efficient than having to alter the air to thrust myself into flight.”

Your little sphere beeped. “Doctor, the cake has finished baking. Shall we leave now?”

“Almost forgot about that.” You beamed at the Mark floating beside you. “Gotta go now. You boys enjoy your playtime.”

a/n: a short little imagine i wrote during my breaktime. granted, reader feels more like a herta and rick sanchez mix. but whatever.

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I may never recover from them 🥺😭❤️

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Bird Daughter doodles

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Rick can't use chopsticks, apparently??

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for my stanrickers out there