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come to papa!

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First picture since getting back to California. (During this terrible cold I had.)  I really wanted to do a part 2 to my first stripper picture. It’s cool to see how far my coloring has come.  It’s certainly beena  crazy year. Got to do some covers for the Rick and Morty comic. Hopefully some more are coming my way :)

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"are you normal about-" no I'm an insane pervert

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such a fun commission 😫 Vampire Rick & Demon El!

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"Moneyshot. Huh." Rick squints a little as he looks up at it, admiring the handiwork of the weapon. All things considered, he can only imagine it's high-tech. Did it look tacky? A little. But, with all things in fashion, things make a comeback and the old man just knows his granddaughter would adore this demon's gun just as equally if not more than Rick's now bedazzled portal gun.

"You ever considered just going on ahead and ... Doing that? I mean, why not just shoot the shit out an overlord?"

"I mean, shit, if you and your people need some interdimensional devices to propel you to the top, I can see what I can do for some sort of exchange. Your boyfriend with the TV for the face--he's good with that type of stuff, sure, but he doesn't deal with interdimensional portal travel. I got access to the shit that you can only dream of, baby.

Question is what's in it for me if you're interested."

The scientist brandishes his portal gun.

"Can't offer you interdimensional portal travel devices like this baby here, but I can get you to godhood in your own dimension."

Truth be told, Val hadn't even tried pulling the trigger. He had no clue the thing could rip open space-time and toss him headfirst into any number of chaotic, dimension-collapsing hellscapes. To him, it was just some weird, glowing gizmo he found in a lockbox after a drunken night with a scientist who smelled like motor oil and whiskey.

"You're welcome! She's got personality now. Honestly, it was a crime the way you were carrying her around, like she didn't deserve to be seen." Tuck behind his folded wings and within the band of his thigh-highs was a customized hot pink Glock that's size matched his own massive frame. He held it up like a trophy. "This is Moneyshot. My favorite little piece."

The gun gleamed under the neon lighting, its sleek gold and pink finish covered in ornate engraving, encrusted with sapphires around the barrel, and a heart-shaped charm dangling from the trigger guard. It looked ridiculous and extravagant, and unmistakably deadly. Valentino ran a thumb along the slide with a low chuckle. "And don't let the diamonds fool you, baby. She'll blow a hole through an armored overlord's ego before they even feel it in their chest."

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Took a while but finale doodles :D Oh geez man super stoked for Season 4! I actually got confused on the whole Beth clone thing and I’m also curious if Jerry changed for the better or not… Like there was that moment, but you know… People change after a while… But maybe it’s to help build more conflict…? Aw man, so much to think about even after a whole week!

One thing that really threw me off was Beth (?) saying that everything would be like Season 1 again, but I was rewatching Season 1 and realizing how everyone’s relationship really changed throughout the seasons. I’d be worried if everything really would be back to Season 1 and I’m hoping that Beth just said that since she doesn’t know how much Morty and Summer have changed. (But then there’s the behind the scenes video where the creators were talking about how they made it look like people grew in character but actually didn’t…)

And while people around me were kinda mad at the finale, I WOULD LIKE TO SAY HOW MUCH I APPRECIATE STAFF-WIELDING RICK. Such fun fight scenes…! And kudos to the president for putting up such a fight.

And Rick’s autism comment made me super nervous for two seconds until he said he loves it and I was like “!!!!?????” My little brother has autism and it was such a cool shout out to the community. Would it mean Rick is autistic or is he just saying he has autistic tendencies? Ah, but let’s not get into that too much.

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"He's anything but me, Robin."

His hands travel down from her shoulders to her biceps, then her forearms and find home within her own.

"You think I have a long list of felonies in the multiverse? That guy gets his rocks off on killing other versions of himself, myself included. Pretty sure it gets his dick hard. He's got some sort of sick fascination with being cruel just for the fun of it. Remember Slow Mobius? Introduced you both to each other at one of the parties we had? Yeah, that fucker killed every iteration of Slow Mobius to exist."

He gives her hand a squeeze while looking her in the eyes. "When I tell you to keep your distance, I mean that shit. I don't wanna lose you, too."

Golden gaze blinks at the seriousness of his usually boisterous demeanor, and her own faint amusement sobers up quickly. It was unlike him to take anything particularly serious- not when he seemed to have the multiverse in the palm of his hands.

Said hands on her shoulders and quick almost panicked inquiries have brows furrowing slightly. "I did speak with him." Robin confirms with a short nod. "But only nothing more than simple greetings." A pause is given before adding.

"I thought he was you at first, but he's very clearly not." She tilts her head at him. "He feels...off. There's nothing in his eyes... Why? What's going on, Rick?"

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ngl i think i deserve so many pats on the backs for the effort im going through digging through so many old blog archives of R&M fanart

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Alright, emphasis on the ambiance thing. Guess his homemade candles using sad little critters begging to be let out of their containment jars wasn't her preferred favorite version of that. He did it ONE time trying to impress her.

He sinks a little further back into the bath, exhaling and relaxing with his eyes closed as he enjoys the sensation of it all, only opening an eye when he feels his toe being prodded at.

Then she comes right between his legs, settling herself there in such a way that it felt like she belonged there.

And she did.

She always had.

One arm wraps around her midsection to pull her closer up against him so that she'd rest further back against his chest.

"Someone's feeling a little playful." He murmurs, leaning his head down so he buries his face in the crook of her neck and inhales her scent.

Not that he'll complain.

"Baths help," she advises. "Epsom salt and oils. Candles for AMBIENCE." El gestures to the sink where candlelight dances off the mirror and back into the room at large. "Some of us don't have all of those cybernetics to keep us held together." Her tone is warm, and she pokes his big toe. The bath wasn't exactly small, but then neither was Rick.

Slowly, so as to not slosh the water around TOO much, Eleanore shifted until she sat effectively in Rick's lap, though she was situated between his legs with her back to his chest. She leaned on him, breathing in the lavender essential oils that hung heavy in the air. "I know how to help you really relax," she cooed, trailing her fingers under the water and up one of his thighs.

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Bird Person is majestic and adorable and if you disagree then come fight me

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" I could take you right now to this same battlefield in a universe where we lost, or another where we won, or another where the war never happened... or another where we kissed. "

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Yeah, this high was great. He could feel himself be elevated practically out of his body, could feel himself touching the part of the celestial heavens off in another plane, and the best part was that it wasn't just the hallucinogenic effect--there was some actual truth to the feeling.

It was enlightenment, it was soothing, it was mind numbing to some, but for him it was freeing as all the heavy weight upon his shoulders with his other self coming into existence bare down upon him and what it meant for his family and friends. He didn't have to feel like Atlas holding up the existence of the multiverse for these few hours.

...So why was this spider on the floor, curled up into himself just now?

"Uhhh... H-Hey, buddy. You uh... You doing alright there?"

Obvious question, no, he's fucking crying, but it at least would give the other an excuse to lie to his face so that Rick would know to step off. Then again, maybe this demon was like Jerry--just really in touch with emotions. Maybe the high was so beautiful? Surely?

The scientist slowly lifts scoots himself to the edge of his seat on the couch, leaning forward a little, vision still shifting between swirls of celestial bodies and general sparkles in the corners of his vision.

"Shit. Alright. Uhh. Fuck. Let me see if I have anything on me that can dull it and get you down off that. L-listen, it's not for everyone, I should have come in with that caveat, I..."

Apologetic, and it's laced heavily with equal parts pity, sympathy, and guilt as he begins to rummage on his person for something--ANYTIHNG, that could help this guy out.

ꨄ︎ Other version of himself? Angel assumed they were just related and those genetics were really fucking strong. If he wasn't having such a shit day he'd dig more into that just to sate his curiosity, but right now he couldn't give less a shit about anything other than himself and numbing himself as much as possible. He was drowning in disgust, and like a sinkhole rather than water, it was pulling him down under - the more he struggled, the further he'd sink and numbness was his only means of escape.

Excuse him if he couldn't bother to give a shit about some crisis with this old man and his reflection.

Unfortunately for Angel, the drug of choice was relaxing him in all the wrong ways. It was taking a sledgehammer to his walls and defenses, crack - crack - cracking away away at it with one violent swing at a time.

This was a bad high.

Angel slid off the couch and onto the floor, not even wanting remotely to feel the presence of someone else, feel their weight dip down next to him. It was just as bad as touching him, knowing hands were only an arms length away. His bottom row of arms hugged his legs tight to his body while his top row buried themselves into his face as his shoulders began to shake - and then the sounds of choked sobs followed, trying to hard to muffle it, silence it - but the high wouldn't let him. ꨄ︎

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me when im dumb