#[ ic :: Evil Rick ]

[hot-gremlin-pissboy]

Another cursed image be upon ye

[crazy-tomato]

Ayo so... its been a while huh?

Concepts i had for a bad end friends comic series, not really working on it for now cause, i wanted to keep it as a personal project of me and only me in charge. And im kinda busy rn with other projects like trying to learn how to do music and such, and i also have to work on school.

But for now i can give you the basic idea i had: this mfs live in a house in the middle of nowhere all together. It was gonna be more a comedy than rather a, really serious thing you know? Like silly comics-shorts of them trying to get along, cause i though like the part i mostly like of BEF is the idea of this characters interacting with eachother in the context they are, of being all failed heroes. It might change and i may add more BEFs to the project like TKO, The red leader, Pink steven, etc. But for now this is the main cast.

[glitteringcrab]

"Just don't force me to improve on the design" suggests Evil Morty will not even bother building the Omega Device (he disapproved of it because it was so bulky lol), and will only deign to devote any of his time to it if he catches whiff of them trying to track him down (I mean... IF he is to be taken at his word; he IS a huge liar, after all).

...Which in turn suggests he will be monitoring them periodically or something.

So everyone be on the lookout in the next season for our protagonists (and by that I mean Morty) being badly cornered in a battle with no way out and then the enemy robots (or spaceship or evil A.I. or whatever) suddenly starting to malfunction, killing each other instead, and some little on/off light on the back of the robots' heads turning discreetly yellow.

[countlessrealities]

CUPID'S ARROWS EVENT || Closed.

@evilmcg sent: “Can I help you with something?” (for Evil Morty)

Morty found himself freezing in surprise for a moment when the voice that greeted him wasn't the one he had expected. After the odd events of the morning, he had decided to come and check on his counterpart. First of all to know whether anything weird had happened on the other Citadel too or not, and secondly, even if he wouldn't have admitted it openly, to make sure that the other hadn't been affected.

Yet, when he opened the door of the conference room, he hadn't found himself face to face with his mirror image, but with the last person he would have wanted to discuss the matter with.

Or, at least, that was what he would have thought until a moment before his gaze landed on Meg. Yet, after they did, he couldn't remember a single reason why he could have wished not to run into her.

"As a matter of fact, yes," he spoke, before his mind could catch up with the words. His charming president persona had automatically slipped in place, but there was something off about it. "In all truth, I was looking for you specifically."

A little lie, but spun so fluidly that it sounded like nothing but the honest truth. What was unsettlingly, however, was the intensity with which his amber eyes were locked on her.

"I've been...thinking," he went on, stopping right in front of her, a mere inch too close than it was proper. "All this...animosity isn't doing us any favour. So, perhaps, we should try to find a new ground for our interactions."

Swiftly but oh-so-gently, he caught her hand, lifting it up as he bent over to kiss it. The briefest, lightest touch, like a proper gentleman.

[mcltiples]

ᴘʟᴏᴛᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ || @countlessrealities & @evilmcg

In Rick's mind, it was unclear on what had happened. All he could figure out was that the president experimented with some chemicals. Evident by the array of clear solutions and beakers, along with a few test tubes, on the desk. Something must've gone wrong. Very wrong.

When he found him, Morty had been passed out on the floor. His body convulsing. It took at least a few minutes for him to calm the shaking boy down. Then to carry him off and portal them to the apartment.

There he made sure to lay him gently onto the bed. Tucking him into the blankets and fussing over him just a tiny bit. Stalling a little to tell everyone else what had just happened.

But he knew he had to do it.

Nerves got him as he opened up another portal, leaving the president alone for even just a few minutes didn't set right with him. Though, it would only be a few minutes.

Stepping onto the other side of the portal. He found himself in an identical office as his president's. Instead, that who occupied it, were the counterparts. Well, one counterpart and a Rick that looked exactly like him.

"Sir, s-sorry for the intrusion," Hands were placed behind his back. "But, could you call the First Lady, I-I mean, Meg, over here, th-this is important and I need her here to tell you the unfortunate news."

He didn't want to openly say it right now. Not without his boss's girlfriend here. She deserved to know right when he told the other president.

[advnterccs-archive]

moral alignment test

You are 51.7% evil, 60% chaotic, making you chaotic evil.

"...... Huh."

TAGGED BY: @countlessrealities 💜 & @imprvdente !! TAGGING: @minesofmuses {Bird Person}, @dcmonprncss, @ladiesofhell {Vero}, @muses-inn {Jerry} + anyone else who wants to do this !!

[hibiyapan]

Now that I have watched all of them <3 

[madsceptictrooper]

Here are my crazy amogus memes. I just turned turned these characters into amogus beings for fun.

[thcpresidcnt-archived]

@countlessrealities sent; It's the middle of the morning when a small portal, large enough for a hand to slip through, opens right above the surface of the President's desk. Before anyone can react, a vial filled with a pearly white liquid is deposited on it by slender fingers and the next moment the portal has already closed, as quickly as it has appeared.

Attached to the vial, there's a brief note.

“I'm aware that you can get your hands on effective truth serums, but this is for when you feel like being less boring. One drop on the skin and the subject will bleed out in agony a little more with every lie they tell. Have fun.”

It's not signed, but then again, it's an easy guess. After all, how many people deliver this kind of gift?

[[ from my Evil Rick to your E-Morty || My E-Morty never kids when he says that his second-in-command most of the time forgets that manners are a thing xD ]]

It'd been a busy morning. Not because of the fact that the president had a lot to do, it was with the speed of what he wanted to. He wanted to get through all of the boring necessities so he could conduct his special surprise later for his counterpart. And in order to free up all of his evening time? He would have to spend all morning hunched over work.

Though, a quick distraction came and was welcomed. After all, seeing a small hand-sized portal and a mysterious substance land on his desk, he found it intriguing. And he couldn't have been mad at that.

As he read the note, ideas sparked within his mind. Evident in the half smile that now appeared on his face. Who knew that birthday gifts could actually be fun and useful at the same time?

A hummed chuckle left his throat as he took the vial and set it within the drawer of his desk. He knew exactly who he would use it on. There was no other person he loved to torture the most and this would be perfect.

Even if he knew his own second-in-command would never lie to him. That wouldn't stop him from having as much fun as he wanted.

[cutepastelstarsalior]

How many bad end friends are there? I’ve seen;

Bipper (possesses dipper gravity falls)

Weirdmagadin/ruined birthday Mabel (gravity falls)

Evil morty (Rick and morty)

Mewberty star (svtfoe)

Demon Marco (svtfoe)

Ice king Finn (adventure time)

Beast wirt (over the garden wall)

Corrupt Steven (Steven universe)

Doll Coralline (coralline)

Darcy (dark Marcy amphibia)

Chara (undertale)

Mind control/chipped catra (she-ra)

Mind control/cultist max (camp camp)

NormiRandy (Randy Cunningham 9th grade ninja)

Possessed Hunter (the owl house)

Possessed Lena (ducktales 2017)

Witch/possessed Norma (paranorman)

Ghost king(?) Danny (Danny phantom)

Plant queen Sam (Danny Phantom)

Pharaoh Tuck (Danny Phantom)

I think there more? But most of them are just 1 time things or not very popular…Alos the fact like 99% of these characters are just possessed is something…

[yanderes-galore]

Masterlists

(New place where all the masterlists will go)

Alien vs Predator (Edited: 11/29/23)

Arknights (Edited: 4/11/23)

Arcane (Edited: 11/8/23)

A Song of Ice and Fire/House of The Dragon/Game of Thrones (Edited: 4/22/24)

Assassination Classroom (Edited: 5/20/23)

Beastars (Edited: 4/25/24)

Bendy and The Ink Machine (Edited: 4/21/23)

Bioshock (Edited: 11/4/23)

Black Butler (Edited: 4/11/23)

Blue Exorcist (Edited: 4/21/23)

Borderlands (Edited: 2/26/24)

The Boys (Edited: 3/20/24)

Call of Duty (Edited: 10/24/23)

Cookie Run (Edited: 5/11/23)

Cult of the Lamb (Edited: 4/13/24)

Cuphead (Edited: 6/21/23)

Danganronpa (Edited 4/11/23)

Dark Souls and other Soulslike games (Edited: 1/28/24)

DC Comics (Edited: 10/30/23)

Dead by Daylight (Edited: 12/3/23)

Death Note (Edited: 4/11/23)

Demon Slayer (Edited: 3/28/24)

Detroit: Become Human (Edited: 9/3/23)

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K. (Edited: 4/21/23)

Disney (Edited: 2/22/24)

Don't Starve (Edited: 4/11/23)

DOOM (Edited: 4/21/23)

Dragon Age (Edited: 3/11/24)

Elder Scrolls (Edited: 3/22/24)

Far Cry (Edited: 2/16/24)

Fear and Hunger (Edited: 4/24/24)

Five Nights at Freddy's (1) (Edited: 7/28/23) (2) (Edited: 10/23/23) (3) (Edited: 4/26/24)

Gears/Gears of War (Edited: 4/18/24)

Genshin Impact (Edited: 4/17/24)

God of War (Edited: 11/13/23)

Halo (Edited: 4/17/24)

Halo RvB (Edited: 4/19/24)

Happy Tree Friends (Edited: 4/11/23)

Homestuck/Hiveswap (1) (Edited 1/21/24) (2) (Edited 3/24/24)

How To Train Your Dragon (Edited: 4/25/24)

Identity V (1) (Edited: 4/11/23) (2) (Edited: 4/11/23)

Invader Zim (Edited: 4/11/23)

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure (Edited: 4/4/24)

Jujutsu Kaisen (Edited: 4/19/24)

The Last of Us (Edited: 5/5/23)

Left 4 Dead (Edited: 4/11/23)

Madness Combat (Edited: 4/4/24)

Marvel (Edited: 11/17/23)

Metro Game Series (Edited: 3/12/24)

Mortal Kombat (Edited: 3/3/24)

My Hero Academia (Edited: 4/21/23)

My Little Pony (Edited: 4/24/24)

Mystic Messenger (Edited: 4/11/23)

Naruto (Edited: 6/23/23)

Ninjago (Edited: 9/15/23)

Nintendo (Edited: 11/5/23)

Obey Me! (Edited: 4/11/23)

Outlast (Edited: 7/21/23)

The Outerworlds (Edited: 4/11/24)

Overwatch (Edited: 4/26/24)

Payday (Edited: 1/24/24)

Pirates of The Caribbean (Edited: 4/11/23)

Pokemon (Edited: 4/24/24)

Poppy Playtime (Edited: 4/22/24)

Portal (Edited: 4/11/23)

Puss In Boots (Edited: 3/23/24)

Random Hybrid HCs (to be merged) (Edited: 4/11/23)

Red Dead Redemption (Edited: 3/4/24)

Resident Evil (Edited: 10/24/23)

Rick and Morty (Edited: 8/17/23)

SCP (Edited: 4/11/23)

Silent Hill (Edited: 11/8/23)

Slashers (Edited: 3/30/24)

Small HCs/Concepts (Edited: 4/11/23)

Sonic The Hedgehog (Edited: 4/27/24)

South Park (Aged Up) (Edited: 6/28/23)

Spooky Month (Edited: 4/21/23)

Star Wars (11/15/23)

Steven Universe (Edited: 4/27/24)

Team Fortress 2 (Edited: 4/11/24)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Edited: 9/10/23)

Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun (Edited: 4/11/23)

Transformers (Edited: 11/17/23)

Twisted Wonderland (Edited: 4/8/24)

Uncategorized Fics (Edited: 3/3/24)

Undertale/Deltarune (Edited: 4/23/24)

Voltron: Legendary Defender (Edited: 5/27/23)

We Happy Few (Edited: 1/23/24)

Yandere OC Concepts (Edited: 10/3/23)

Main OCs (Edited: 4/11/23)

Xenophobic (Story) (Edited: 4/11/23)

Worse Than Zombies (Story) (Edited: 4/11/23)

Yandere Halloween Event 2021 (Edited: 4/11/23)

Yandere Halloween Event 2022 (Edited 4/11/23)

[eldritch-thrumming]

Nancy Wheeler has always considered herself to be a practical kind of person. She keeps to her schedule, she gets her work done, she makes good decisions for her future. That’s why she can’t believe she’s ended up here, stuck at a minimum wage job at the new Starcourt Mall.

If she’s really honest with herself, Nancy can admit that it was a little bit of wishful thinking and a lot of overconfidence that led her here. She’d applied for a really competitive internship out in Indianapolis for the summer and she’d been so sure she was going to get it. Her application was impeccable and she’d thought the interview had gone so well that she’d quit her after school job at the Hawkins Post that same day. All she’d been allowed to do there was order the office lunches and make coffee on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays anyway, so it wasn’t like it was some kind of great loss to her. She’d practically added a line to the resume that was sitting in her desk drawer just waiting to be turned in to college admissions offices in the fall. 

And then the call hadn’t come. She’d waited two weeks and then finally given in and called the Indianapolis Star to ask about the status of her application. She’d held the phone in a white knuckle grip as the man on the other end had told her that, while she’d certainly been impressive in her interview, they’d decided to go in a different direction. They’d be sure to keep her in mind for any future positions, he’d assured her. She’d said “thank you” and slammed the phone back into its cradle; she knew exactly what men like that meant when they used the words “different direction.”

So now, Nancy Wheeler was trudging out to the new mall all the way across town everyday, wearing a ridiculous sailor costume and slinging ice cream alongside Eddie Munson, Hawkins High’s resident drug dealer and repeat senior. If anyone asked her--not that they ever would--she’d tell them this was far stranger than watching a demogorgon rip its way through the walls of the Byers house. Stranger by a long shot.

~*~

Eddie Munson’s not sure how he got here. He’d had a good thing going with Reefer Rick. Decent weed, a place to crash when he didn’t feel like sleeping at the trailer, and a pretty great gig that paid the bills.

And then Rick had to go and get himself arrested. Without Rick, Eddie’s supply completely dried up and he had no other real connections in this shitty little town. So what was a guy to do? He couldn’t lay around the trailer all day. He had tapes to buy and gigs to get to. It wasn’t like he could go an entire summer without a cash flow. He’d only really had one option: the new shining temple to the great evils of Capitalism.

That’s how he found himself pulling on the most demeaning sailor uniform in existence every morning and taking his place next to Nancy Wheeler, the princess of Hawkins, behind the counter at Scoops Ahoy, preparing for a summer full of obnoxious tweens and their even more obnoxious mothers. It was going to be a long three months.

~*~

“Where’s Nancy?”

Eddie sighs, but doesn't take his eyes off the Rolling Stone he’s flipping through at the counter. Thank god for whoever’d left it at their table earlier this afternoon.

“Would it hurt you to be polite? What happened to ‘hello’? ‘How are you?’ ‘Could you please tell me where my sister is?’” Eddie says, finally looking up from his magazine to see little Wheeler scowling at him. Mike reaches over to slam his palm against the bell on the counter, something he knows drives Eddie absolutely insane.

“Hi, hello, how are you? Would you be so kind as to tell me where my darling sister is?” Mike responds, tone dripping with sarcasm.

Eddie sighs again, then calls out, “Wheeler, your demon spawn are here.”

Nancy comes shoving through the door to the backroom with clean ice cream scoops in one hand and a box of little pink sample spoons in the other. Her scowl matches Mike’s.

“I’m not letting you use our mall access for another free movie. Grow up, Mike,” she says, before Mike or his friends can even say anything.

“Come on, Nance, please?” Mike whines. “Will wants to see Day of the Dead and you know we can't get tickets for it.”

Eddie’s eyes shift from Mike to Will, who’s making the biggest, sweetest angel eyes over at Nancy. Eddie can’t help but snort; these kids are good.

“Ugh, fine! But this is the last time.” Nancy shoves the ice cream scoops into their slots by the coolers and then slides the box of spoons toward Eddie, who ignores them. Eddie watches as Nancy leads the kids into the back room. He’s flipped through a couple of more pages of his magazine before she’s back.

“You just got played, Wheeler,” he tells her as she opens the spoons Eddie had left untouched.

“Will’s... been through a lot. He deserves to see a damn movie.” Nancy doesn’t seem like she wants to elaborate on what she means by that, so Eddie lets it drop.

“How’d you end up here at Scoops anyway? Doesn’t seem like something Nancy Wheeler of all people would be that in to.”

Nancy sighs. “Thought I was gonna get this perfect internship in Indianapolis, but... I didn’t, obviously. My options were limited by the time school ended.” She works on replacing the spoons for a moment, before she says, “What about you? Red, white, and blue don’t really seem like your colors, no offense.”

“None at all taken, Wheeler,” Eddie smirks. “Let’s just say, I’m not that interested in seeing what the inside of a jail cell looks like right now.”

Nancy hums in response but doesn’t ask him to elaborate. Eddie knows his reputation often precedes him. He’s kind of into that, anyway. 

Nancy rounds the counter with a rag to start cleaning sticky puddles of melted ice cream off the tables and Eddie returns to his magazine. They work in silence for the remainder of their shift.

~*~

Two days later, Eddie’s back behind the counter with that same Rolling Stone he keeps stashed under the cash register. He’s read the damn thing front and back so many times, he’s practically got it memorized.

“Hey, is Nance here?”

Eddie doesn’t have to look up to know who’s asking, but he does anyway. His eyes snap up to meet Steve Harrington’s gaze and he can feel his own heart racing a mile a minute. Of course the first time Eddie sees Steve Harrington after graduation, he’s wearing these stupid fucking sailor shorts. He feels his cheeks burning red.

“Uh, she’s on break. You need something?” Nancy usually takes her break in the back room, but today she’d apparently forgotten to bring her lunch, so she's gone out to the food court.

“Oh, uh. Yeah, just two scoops of strawberry, please? In a cone,” Steve glances to his left and Eddie becomes aware of the girl standing at his side for the first time. He vaguely recognizes her from school, thinks maybe she plays the trombone or the trumpet or something dorky like that. “You want anything?” Steve nudges the girl with her elbow.

“Can I get the Banana Boat with chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry, please? And extra whipped cream,” the girl says.

“That’s for four people,” Eddie tells her, raising his eyebrows.

The girl just smiles and then Steve says, “You've never seen her eat, man, it’s like a snake unhinging its jaw to swallow a baby whole, seriously.” He pulls out his wallet as he speaks. 

Eddie laughs nervously. “I’ll take your word for it. That all?”

Steve smiles, seemingly pleased that Eddie laughed at his joke. “That’s it, man, thanks.”

Eddie tells him the total, takes his money, and then works on the Banana Boat for Robin. He slides it across the counter to her and watches as her eyes light up at the mountain of whipped cream he’d piled on top. Eddie grabs a cone and scoops out some strawberry. And so what if he makes the scoops just a little bigger than he normally would?

Eddie hands the cone to Steve over the counter, their fingertips brushing.

“Thanks,” Steve says, and his pink tongue darts out to catch a piece of ice cream that’s about to fall from the cone. Eddie’s brain short circuits watching him. “Can you tell Nancy we stopped by?”

“Yeah, no problem.” Eddie hopes his voice doesn’t sound as strangled and strained as he thinks it does.

Steve takes another lick from his cone. Eddie’s eyes track the movement hungrily. “Wow, this is great. We’ll definitely be back. See you around?” Steve smiles at him again and Eddie feels like he can’t breathe. He couldn’t speak even if he wanted to, so he just nods and waves, which makes Steve’s smile grow bigger before he’s turning and guiding the girl out of the store and into the busy mall. Eddie watches them go, eyes fixed out the door long after they’ve disappeared from view.

~*~

Nancy sits at the food court and contemplates her life. She’s seventeen years old, working at an ice cream shop, and sneaking her kid brother into R rated movies. How did it all come to this? 

She knew her job at the Hawkins Post had been a dead end. She was supposed to be a journalism intern, but they’d treated her like their own personal assistant and didn’t even allow her to sit in on pitch meetings or read any drafts before they were sent to print. She’d encouraged Jonathan to take on the photography internship and he’d had more access to the actual news writing than she ever had.

Nancy didn’t consider herself a particularly bitter person, but that had left a terrible taste in her mouth. She knew it wasn’t Jonathan’s fault, that it was a flaw in the system not in how Jonathan saw her, but she couldn’t stomach it when he defended the way she was treated. He was always telling her they were interns and they were just lucky to be there. He didn’t get it.

That’s why she hadn’t felt too bad about breaking things off when she’d quit the Post, so sure that she was destined for bigger and better things out in Indianapolis. Nancy loved Jonathan, she really, really did, and they’d been through so much together. But Jonathan’s ambitions had never really matched her own and she couldn’t ask him to wait around for her all summer, not when she wasn't sure she even wanted to come back. Besides, she was seventeen. No one met the love of their life at seventeen.

“Hey, Nance!” Nancy hears someone call to her from across the food court. Her neck snaps up from where she’s been staring at the congealed yellow substance masquerading as cheese on her fries to see Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley walking toward her. Steve’s got a dripping pink cone in his hand and Robin’s got a half eaten Banana Boat. Nancy sighs. She doesn’t like it when people she knows see her in this stupid fucking outfit.

“Hey, Steve,” she says, trying her bast to smile. “How’s it going?”

“Ah, you know, doing this stupid fucking job my dad got me for the summer,” Steve tells her. Nancy had heard something about Steve getting hired at the Post not long after she’d quit. She hadn’t really been able to believe it, but Mr. Harrington pulling some strings for his son made a lot of sense. “This is Robin, she’s another intern there. I think you guys are the same year?”

“Yeah, I know Robin,” Nancy smiles at the girl next to Steve, who seems too preoccupied with the half melted concoction in her hands to really pay attention to Nancy and Steve’s conversation.

“We were just stopping in to Scoops to see you,” Steve tells her. “Thought you were still at the Post, but then Jonathan said you’d quit? Dustin mentioned you were here now.” 

“Yeah, you know, thought I’d get some real-world experience. Make some money. Develop some people skills.” Nancy doesn’t want to admit that she’d made such a huge mistake, doesn't want anyone to know how sure she’d been, only to be shot down in a single phone call. It’s bad enough that Jonathan and Eddie know just how foolish she’d been and she doesn’t even really care what Eddie thinks of her, which is the whole reason she’d even told him in the first place. 

“Right.” Steve gets that little frown line in between his brows that Nancy had once thought was the cutest thing ever, back in another life. “Well, we have to get back so...”

“Yeah, no, me too. Break’s almost over. Can’t leave Munson alone with all that ice cream for too long.” It’s a lame joke. Nancy can relate.

She gathers her half-eaten fast food and heads for the trash can. She tries her hardest not to look back at Steve and Robin as she walks back toward Scoops.

Inspired by this post.

[crazy-tomato]

theyre all mentally ill

[glitteringcrab]

Evil Morty's ending

The main reason I wanted the Freaky Mortys Theory to be true is that it could be the start of Evil Morty's healing. Like, if he thought that it is, after all, possible for a Morty to be loved and cared for, and it's just a matter of circumstance if THIS or THAT version of Morty who gets to live in a loving family, and all Mortys are the same, and why should it not be Evil Morty the one who gets to have a happy family life...

...well, then that could have kickstarted his own healing process (after a lot of ups and downs) and led him to find true peace eventually, to be trully understood and appreciated at some point in the future. By surrounding himself with people who loved "him", he could begin getting the help he needs.

Now, that it is apparent that Evil Morty is still all alone in the edges of the universe, doing nothing but adding shield after shield separating himself from everyone else...

there's... there's no one who can help him.

Rick C-137 would be promptly attacked if he approached, because Evil Morty would immediately assume (not unreasonably) he does not have good intentions. Not to mention he is unable to take care not only of his own mental health, but of Morty Prime's. The best things he can offer Evil Morty are respect, understanding and pity, but Evil Morty could NEVER be adequately loved by Rick C-137. Morty Prime would always be the priority. If Rick C-137 ever caught whiff that Evil Morty had been abducted and needed help, would he REALLY attempt a rescue or would he seize the chance to kill Evil Morty to remove the Omega Device threat (like the SEAL Ricks team did)? And if he DID attempt a rescue, it would be out of pity or desire for them to be "even" since Evil Morty allowed him to kill his nemesis. Is this really enough?

Morty Prime might NOT get promptly attacked if HE approached (and if the Freaky Mortys - Unmorticken Edition Theory is true he might have some residual buried memory of Evil Morty's base and therefore theoretically able to teleport himself there). I also think that Evil Morty's offer for him to join him in escaping the Curve was genuine... but Morty Prime can barely take care of HIMSELF. He shouldn't be RICK'S morality pet, nor responsible for Rick's mental well-being, let alone another, even more traumatized Morty's well-being!!! I mean, even if genuine, Evil Morty's offer at escaping together was little better than pointing a gun at Morty Prime's head and saying "you can join me if you like". Evil Morty's best, most genuine attempt at vulnerability was basically coersion under threat of death (and it STILL backfired, OUCH. Talk about unwanted) although Evil Morty might not have done this deliberately. Imagine if Morty Prime had joined him; that would NOT have been a healthy relationship for Morty Prime. No, Evil Morty needs an emotionally mature ADULT. Someone who knows AND understands what he's been through and is willing to stand by his side AND who is able to put up the necessary boundaries that Evil Morty might otherwise consciously or unconsiously trample.

Beths... I do not think they have the neccessary emotional maturity. The domestic one does love her family, but would definitely put her "real" son's health and safety first. The space one seems unwilling to parent anymore and even if she took him with her in her rebel base, I think Evil Morty would believe that she wants him for his tech and intellect and not out of any genuine appreciation.

Jerry is really nice and I think he would be a positive influence, but... I'm not sure he could keep up with Evil Morty. I mean sure, he can, like, cook for him, take him for ice-cream, play videogames with him, listen to him rant, give hugs freely... but would he really be able to understand what was going on in the Citadel, or not be nervous about the fact that this version of his son is capable of killing him at a whim? If they got attacked, Evil Morty would be the one to protect Jerry and not the other way round. Not to mention Jerry already has his own life and family.

Summer is only a teenager, NOPE.

Then... who remains? Doofus Rick? Birdperson? Dr. Wong? These are all capable, mature adults who also all have a life of their own and little connection to everything that goes on. Letting one of them take upon this burden honestly feels cheap.

This is Rick's mess really, Rick should be the one to clean it up. Rick is the only one who could keep up with Evil Morty without needing anything from him, the only one who could both protect and respect him... But Rick fails to do all that with the version of his grandson that he loves. How could he possibly do this with Evil Morty?

And this all becomes more relevant now that we know for sure that Morty's maxed intelligence and charisma stats that we saw in the atribute slider (that would definitely fit Evil Morty) are Morty Prime's default stats. This means (among many things) that there's nothing special about Evil Morty. He's not more intelligent. He's not more capable. He is not, as Rick Prime put it, "an evil Morty; a clever one". He's a regular Morty.

Our Morty could be the one building forcefield shields to protect himself from getting shot, our Morty could be the one torturing other Mortys, our Morty could be the one exploding the Citadel in his way out in a desperate bid to escape.

Likewise at some point in the past Evil Morty would also have cried had he been abandoned all alone in the cronenberged remains of his home. He has the exact same emotional needs as Morty Prime does...

...only his remained extremely unfullfilled.

I can't see a way out.

[countlessrealities]

@evilmcg sent: “I’ve had a bad night.” for Evil Morty (for him catching her drinking)

Despite what Meg claimed, Mortimer had never made it a habit of breaking into the girl's lodgings. He had used to visit the place with some semblance of regularity, more to study her than to play petty pranks. However, once they had begun to settle into more civil even if still tense interactions, those visits had started to become rare and rare, until they had almost stopped.

That night, in truth, he hadn't been supposed to walk by her door at all. However, on his way back from a "business" dinner with his counterpart, he had gotten distracted with the blueprints his other self had left him with and his distracted steps had carried him to there. It had been then that he had noticed that something was amiss.

Not only all the lights, from what he could see, were off, but the main door had been left ajar, as if someone had accidentally failed to notice that it wasn't properly closed when they had tried to lock it. Meg could be a hairhead at times, but not to the point of displaying this sort of sloppy behaviour.

Curiosity more than anything else had been what had pushed him to get inside and then quietly creep towards the only, faint glow that shown inside the flat, coming from the girl's bedroom. He hadn't known what exactly to expect, but her drinking out a bottle of what looked like cheap whiskey hadn't been it.

Against his will, he had found himself stunned into something. He didn't know the reason behind it, but he was aware of Meg's despise for alcohol, so seeing her drinking was the obvious sign that something was horribly wrong.

His interest been piqued even more, he had alerted her of his presence by clearing his throat, before strolling inside the room as if he had been the owner and not an uninvited guest.

"Really? I could have never guessed it," he deadpanned, stopping right in front of her. "Your behaviour is perfectly normal."

Snatching the bottle from her fingers was incredibly easy and he took a moment to inspect the label before taking a swing from it.

"If you choose to get drunk, you should at least do it properly. With the right kind of drink. This," he waved the bottle a little, "will just make you sick."

[mcltiples]

SEND TWO NAMES AND MY MUSE WILL SAY WHICH THEY’D RATHER KISS. || accepting

@countlessrealities sent; AR or SR? [[ for E-Rick, because I had to x'DD ]]

It shouldn't have, but it left a very awkward taste in his mouth. Especially given that previous kiss that he shared with his now best friend. It wasn't as if he would choose SR over his potential boyfriend, but he would feel bad excluding him.

So that being said, he cleared his throat and began to answer.

"Sorry, SR, but I'd have to choose AR. S-Since, you know," He rolled his wrist instead of an actual answer. "I-I don't like being put into situations where I have to choose, I-I'm sorry."