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Ask 36-E
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Drawing some of the Rick polycule as little clone Ricks 🤣
featuring: @ask-36-e , @ricksanchez-z420 , @spacepiratericky
I still have more to make but I just had to share because they turned out so funny 😂🧡🧡
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“Aw, come on, ‘6.” Rick tsked, rolling his eyes with a dramatic flair. With the way he reacted in response to his statement, you’d think that 36 was afraid he’d end up getting thrown in a Sarlaac pit or something. “Y-yyyou don’t have to get all jumpy. D-don’t you have any faith in me?”
Perhaps it was for the best that 36 didn’t get the opportunity to respond before he started getting hounded by the masseuse. After all, it wasn’t exactly like Rick had proven himself to be the most trustworthy person.
Even though he was a little offput by his companion’s initial panic, Rick couldn’t help but smirk while 36 floundered about the tip expected from him. He was quite the easily embarrassed type, wasn’t he? Well, at least he was when he was sober. If he had a little something in his system right now, he probably wouldn’t be nearly as adamant about covering himself up with that towel.
“Relaaaax. I-I’ve got it.” The drug dealer announced after watching him struggle for a moment, pushing himself up on the table and lazily stretching his arms out over his head. It was almost like Rick knew that 36 would have a hard time keeping his eyes off of him when he was all dressed down like this, and he was showing off for the extra attention.
Rick snapped his fingers and his masseuse happily retrieved his robe, which thankfully for ‘6 he slid on before standing up. He then reached into his pocket and retrieved a hefty object the size of a fist - wait, was that a roll of cash?
It was. Not only was it a massive wad of money, but it was all in highest bills. Rick licked a thumb to separate the paper, counting off a generous tip. One, two, three, four, five thousand schmeckles. Where did he get that kind of cash from?
“Here,” he said simply, handing it off to the star struck alien like it wasn’t a small fortune that could easily make the down payment on a fancy car. “Go a-aaand get yourselves something nice.”
“Garba garb garb!” The masseuse happily thanked him, a skip in their step as they ran off with their cart. Rick slipped his insane amount of money back into his pocket, as casual as could be.
“Mmm. N-now that that’s taken care of…”
Rick had a sparkle in his eyes when he turned towards 36. One that he might’ve seen before. It was smoldering and mischevious, and when paired with the way the drug dealer sauntered up to him and drew idle circles on his chest with a pointer finger…
“W-what do you say we put on th-that cute lil’ robe that looks so good on you, w-we get ourselves a glass of wine, a-aaand I show you around~?” He proposed, waggling his brow. “Y’know, Xandia is considered th-the best resort of its kind for a reason.”
Xandia, huh? Was that the name of the resort itself, or the planet it resided on? And why did that name sound almost familiar? Like it had been heard in passing on a commercial, or in a film… Hmm…
“Y-you know you want to~. D-don’t make me wait, I-I’ve been excited for this!”
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“Relaaaax. I-I’ve got it.”
36 couldn’t help but roll his eyes as Rick so smoothly snapped his fingers to get the masseuse to retrieve his robe for him. Bastard was so suave. I mean rude. Rude. Yes that’s what he meant to think. Those same eyes widened a bit as he saw the roll of cash. Did he just carry that around with him everywhere? He watched the man’s nimble fingers move along the paper, expertly flicking up the proper payment for the services they’d been rendered. He must’ve been staring too long as Ricks words snapped him out of his trance.
“Mmm. N-now that that’s taken care of…”
“W-what do you say we put on th-that cute lil’ robe that looks so good on you, w-we get ourselves a glass of wine, a-aaand I show you around~?”
36 let out a light huff, pushing himself up off the table and wandering over to his robe on the bed. He put on his robe, making sure to tie it tight at the front since he didn’t know what Rick was scheming. After the robe was closed he removed the towel and put it back onto the massage table he’d been using.
“Y’know, Xandia is considered th-the best resort of its kind for a reason.”
“Xandia?” Why did that name sound so familiar. Now that he was taking a moment to really take in his surroundings, why did this room look vaguely familiar?
“Y-you know you want to~. D-don’t make me wait, I-I’ve been excited for this!”
“O-okay okay...I’m coming.” 36 turned back towards his companion and started making his way over to him. “B-but no more...awkward surprises.” No more surprise massages or other random visitors. Please. Although, knowing Rick...
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"A-are you sure it's a crush a-and not just that you like fucking with me?"
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send a 😈 if your character has a crush on mine!
alternatively, send a “ 😈+” if it’s more than a crush!
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Oh yeah, thiiiis was the ticket. How could life get any better than it was right here, right now? Living like a king, relaxed to the point of total limpness, all while ocean waves crashed rhythmatically in the background…
Things were going so well with the luxury resort cover story that 36 didn’t even seem particularly perturbed that he’d woken up in a strange place without any explanation given as to exactly why. Yep, everything was going exactly to plan. Seamless as could be. ‘6 was just *too* easy to please.
“Gaba laba.” Turn over, the masseuse requested. Uh oh. There went the illusion of ease and safety, right out the window for poor 36. It was either face the music and be exposed for the pervert he was, or try to hide it and… well, probably end up exposed anyway.
He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or, err, what used to be hard.
“Garba?” Well?
“Mmn, I-I think we’re alright for now, actually.” Rick piped up, saving the day in the nick of time. He propped himself up on an elbow, hand tucked under his chin. “36 here just joined the world of th-the concious and living. He - he hasn’t even had a proper tour of the facilities yet~.”
He turned his upper body towards his companion, but kept his lower body flat on the table so as not to give away the entire show.
“A-aren’t you curious, ‘6?” He questioned, arching his brow. “Y’know, I chose this resort in particular w-with you in mind~.”
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“Gaba laba.” Turn over.
36’s eyes snapped open again, tension returning to every inch of his body. His masseuse looked a bit agitated as they had seeming done all this work for nothing. No way were they going to get a tip now, they could just feel it. He couldn’t turn over. Well he COULD but there was no way. There were too many witnesses. He’d never live it down. He’d have to go into hiding for the rest of his life. Change his name. Get surgery to change his face. Or just die of embarrassment.
“Garba?” Well?
“I-I..Uhm…W-well...I…”
“Mmn, I-I think we’re alright for now, actually.”
Phew, saved by Rick.
“36 here just joined the world of th-the conscious and living. He - he hasn’t even had a proper tour of the facilities yet~.”
Maybe he spoke too soon.
“A-aren’t you curious, ‘6? Y’know, I chose this resort in particular w-with you in mind~.”
“Wh-what do you mean ‘with me in mind’”? 36 almost pushed himself up off the table at this new information. What did he mean by THAT? Was this a trick? He caught himself just in time, pausing before propping himself up on his elbows. “C...can I just...Can I get a towel, please?” He addressed the masseuse.
The masseuse gave a small nod, getting a towel off a nearby cart that they had brought with them. The cart had assorted oils and lotions on it as well as a couple pairs of slippers, some extra robes and towels. 36 was handed an extra fluffy towel which he used to attempt to subtly wipe up what he could of his mess as he wrapped the towel around himself. It was awkward and he was obviously doing something odd as he wriggled on the table, seemingly trying to wrap the towel around his front while he was still laying on the table, but in the end it was hard to tell he’d done anything lewd.
His masseuse looked at him, multiple arms crossed, waiting for something.
Shit, they wanted the tip they were expecting. His wallet was in his other pants. Literally. That were long gone. He had no pants here to speak of he could even wear let alone get money out of. “I-it was a great massage – really! I just...I don’t have…” This day was going downhill fast. Why did Rick this a massage would be a good idea?!
The masseuse rolled their eyes before going over and starting to push the cart they’d brought with them back towards the door. They looked back at their co worker as if to silently say “Hurry up lets get out of here.”
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Picture of 36 at the Citadel “Holiday” Party! Wearing a festive snowflake suit!
…I didn’t shade the rest of the Ricks because it wasn’t turning out very well >_> Instead I just left them at a lighter opacity. …Also what even are backgrounds.
I cropped the hell out of this - but if anyone wants me to post the whole thing I can. XD
REBLOGS > LIKES :3
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#rick sanchez#rick and morty#36-e#self reblog#i didn't draw anything new for the holidays so have this old pic lol
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For all that he was worth, Rick just could not seem to be able to help himself. He was well known for being obnoxious, loud spoken, and exceedingly raunchy on a good day - and his reputation certainly precededed him in this situation. The groans and moans languidly rolled off his tongue simply on their own accord, purely natural. Or was it?
“Ohhh yeah~… A-a-a little lower… nnnh just like that…”
Rick’s masseuse, who certainly took pride in their professionalism, didn’t seem to mind the borderline lecherous sounds that he was making. “Garba garb?” It inquired, presumably asking if they had found the spot yet.
“Uhn! F-f-fuck yes, a-almost there~”
The human let out a shuddering sigh that caught in his throat, the sound strung somewhere between pleasure and anticipation. Like there was a tension or pressure inside of him was on the edge of exploding. It was similar to the noises he’d been making when they’d been hot and heavy on the cool floor, legs wrapped snugly around skinny hips and a hand buried in his hair;
It was the same exact hitched breath that Rick had taken right before he suddenly locked up and grabbed at 36 desperately - drawing a gasp before screaming that he was about to—
“H-harder~!” He cried out, desperation seeping into his tone. “Oh yeah, r-right there, d-don’t stop~!”
CrACK!
The masseuse had evidently placed a foot on the middle of his spine and pulled his shoulders back, eliciting an incredibly noisy back adjustment and a cry of pure bliss.
“AAAAAHNNnnnnnnohyeah…”
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“Ohhh yeah~… A-a-a little lower… nnnh just like that…”
36 was wishing he could get up and just go hide somewhere just about now. Maybe in the ocean. Where he could down in peace. With his shame intact.
Ricks moaning was getting to him. Why did he let this happen?! He wished he was deaf. Just temporarily. To get through the rest of the massage without embarrassing himself. He could feel the heat building in the pit of his stomach. The skilled hands of the masseuse mixed with the sweet sounds of Rick.
“Uhn! F-f-fuck yes, a-almost there~”
Shut the fuck up, Rick! 36 squeezed his eyes shut as the masseuse worked a pair of hands down his sides while rubbing his lower back. With his eyes closed he couldn’t help but imagine the hands touching him were Ricks. He was going to beat this guy to death after this if he didn’t die of shame first.
“H-harder~!Oh yeah, r-right there, d-don’t stop~! AAAAAHNNnnnnnnohyeah…”
“Shit…!” 36 clenched his jaw as he felt his body tense up. He should’ve thought of something awful. Something truly disgusting and repulsive. But he couldn’t help himself. His body shortly relaxed much more under the masseuse's touch. They thought it was due to their skill but in truth...Well, 36 wasn’t looking forward to getting up off the chair.
“Gaablac~” That’s better~
Truely, all the stress melted away from his form. At least it had for a moment before his own masseuse performed a similar tactic that their partner had used on Rick, cracking his back in a tactical manner that released pressure. “Hrk! Hnnn…” He seemed to melt into the table as he was placed back on his stomach.
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“See? W-what did I tell ya?” Rick grinned warmly as 36 rose to his feet, watching his every move as he streeeeetched his arms over his head… And the hem of his robe lifted almost high enough up to give him a bit of a show. “Y-you’re perfectly okay. Those nanobots work like a - like a charm.”
With a skip in his step, Rick followed suit in getting up from his luxuriously comfortable seating and gave a stretch and satisfied sigh.
“Now. Lay down w-with me?” He coaxed, padding over to a couple of massage tables side by side. He patted one of them, cocking his head. “Y-you have so much tension to work out, ‘6.”
“Garba garb garb!”
Ah! Right on cue. Two identical alien masseuses entered the room, armed with four limbs apiece that surely meant that they were doubly skilled in turn. It was only natural to assume they were some of the best of the best, considering how swanky of a place they were staying in. Which was… where, again?
“Oh, heeeey!” Rick greeted, wiggling a few fingers in their direction. “D-don’t mind us, we just still have to strip.”
Strip? It seemed to be an extremely common occurrence that 36 was more or less forced to unclothe on a regular basis when he was hanging out with Rick. The pairing of events tended to go together, like wine and cheese or sex and drugs.
Rick had no problem with it himself. He turned his back and shot a sultry look over his shoulder at his companion before the robe fell to the floor, giving him an eyeful that he knew would make 36 blush bright red before lying down on his stomach.
“Ahhhh. Th-that’s niiiice,” he hummed in appreciation as hands started on his shoulders first. The whole of the multiverse could be ending and he would still feel entirely at ease when he was getting pampered. “Close y-your eyes and let the magic happen, ‘6…”
After all, it was kind of nice. Maybe a lot more than kind of. It was far too easy to let oneself melt into the soft cushioning and warm phalanges, and it was indeed tempting to close eyes and drift into half sleep as waves crashed in the background…
Crack-ck-ck!
That is, until they experienced a little surprise chiropracty. Bones popped like gunshots, reminiscent of the shots that rang out as 36 evaded incoming fire with expert ease - that is, until he didn’t.
Crrrrrack!
“Ahn~!”
Rick let a pleasured sound slip out from between his lips. One that sounded oh so very much like the slutty noises he’d been making while 36 had his legs hiked up over his shoulders.
“Ohhhh fuuuuuck….”
Was any of this ringing a bell?
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“See? W-what did I tell ya? Y-you’re perfectly okay. Those nanobots work like a - like a charm.”
36 let out a sigh as he left his arms back down.
“Now. Lay down w-with me? Y-you have so much tension to work out, ‘6.”
“Garba garb garb!”
36 jumped a little as the masseuses suddenly arrived. He had thought he had at least another few minutes to...prepare. He hadn’t really been one for massages in the past. Even though he probably could have used one due to how stressed he was on the regular…
“D-don’t mind us, we just still have to strip.”
Strip?! Right. Right, massages weren’t usually given fully clothes. Or even in scandalously short fluffy robes. 36 found himself gripping the front of his robe, which was still closed, closed even tighter. His face flushed bright red as Rick seamlessly discarded his robe, the cloth drifting off his skin like silk. The guy had no shame. Maybe 36 kind of liked that about him. He averted his eyes for a moment before letting them drift back up hearing Rick letting out a pleasured compliment.
The other masseuse stared at 36, crossing two of its 4 arms as they waited, eyes darting between the man and the table as if saying “hurry it up buddy, I don’t have all day”.
“O-oh r-right. J-just...just let me…” He scrambled for words in the same way his hands scrambled at the sash tying his robe closed. Damnit how did Rick always make him this way. Bastard. He did it on purpose too. Take a deep breath. Untying this sash isn’t that hard. Damnit, hands, work!
He finally got the sash undone and shrugged the robe off his shoulders. He handed it to the waiting masseuse who laid it to rest on the heart shaped bed. 36 awkwardly scrambled up onto the table, having to adjust a little bit to lay comfortably on his stomach, hiding his flushed face in the facial opening at the top of the chair. At least now Rick couldn’t see him. ...Bastard.
“Ahn~!”
Damnit he was making these sounds on purpose! It didn’t keep 36’s heart from pounding in his chest. He figured the masseuse working on him could feel his body jolt with each beat but just kept it to themselves as they worked their hands over his shoulders. “Gargarba. Gar!” which loosely translated to “You seem very tense! Just relax!”
“Ohhhh fuuuuuck….”
“Garbaba!” Relax!
How was he supposed to relax with all the sounds coming from his counterpart?! Sounds that seemed...a bit familiar? Wait...wait second. His mind flashed with a couple of moments from the night before. A cold floor. A look of ecstasy on Ricks face beneath him...Similar sounds...Holy shit. This wasn’t helping his predicament.
The masseuse worked their hands down his back, pushing in specific places along his spine, eliciting similar pops to what he’d heard coming from Rick. “Hnnn…” Okay. Okay now he was getting it. Just relax and...”Ohhhh yeahh….” They worked their hands lower, pushing against the muscles in his lower back. He had so much tension in his body – even before Ricks display. “Oh – Ahhnn…Ngh-” 36’s eyes shot open. Oh god he needed to adjust how he was laying. He wasn’t sure how to mention this to the masseuse who was working so diligently on his weary body. Instead he just kind of shifted his hips awkwardly, remaining as silent as possible while doing so.
“Babagar.” Sit still, please.
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“Oh, thirty-six. Th-the real question is, what didn’t happen last night~?”
Rick waggled his brow suggestively before taking a dainty sip from his olive decorated glass with a pinkie outstretched. If the audacious flirtatiousness oozing from his tone wasn’t enough, the way he languidly trailed eyes over up and down over his doppelgänger would seal the deal. He had taken notice when 36 flustered…
“Chill oooout, ‘6, c-calm down. Th-those whack ass mutant Ricks? Y-you took care of it. And look at you, y-you’re fine! Everything’s just great.” The scummy drug dealer reassured nonchalantly with a lazy flick of the wrist, his voice as slick as honey. “L-like I said, relax. You’re at a resort, a-aaand it happens to be a really nice one.”
Now that he mentioned it, the room they were in did a look a little… picturesque. The marble floors covered by animal skin rugs from strangely patterned beasts, the soft red velvet furniture, the golden light coming in through an open window from a perpetual alien sunset hanging low over a purple sea…
It was indeed a very pleasant place to come to one’s senses. Even if there was a large heart shaped bed in the room, which probably had some interesting connotations of it’s own.
“C-can you get up yet? W-we’ve got masseuses coming in five minutes and baby, I need to get m-my back worked on. Y’know, after what you did to it.”
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“Oh, thirty-six. Th-the real question is, what didn’t happen last night~?”
The other half of 36’s partially raised brow perked up. What didn’t happen?
“Chill oooout, ‘6, c-calm down. Th-those whack ass mutant Ricks? Y-you tookcare of it. And look at you, y-you’re fine! Everything’s just great.”
“I...I did?”
“L-like I said, relax. You’re at a resort, a-aaand it happens to be a really nice one.”
Damnit that voice. The way he spoke – the man had a way to make 36 believe almost anything. He just made it sound so good. Maybe it just made him want to believe it.
He didn’t remember taking care of the transformed Ricks but...what choice did he have but to believe it? His brain was fuzzy like it had grown mold over the memory.
36 finally took a moment to actually study his surroundings. His eyes widened a bit – he’d never stayed anywhere this nice and picturesque before in his life. When he lived on the citadel sure there were places like this, but he’d never bothered to take the time off to actually look into whether they were all that or not. Marble floors, exotic skin rugs, the immaculate lighting...and the nanobots were also helping with his pain. As his eyes continued to move across the room he noticed the heart shaped bed, which made his face flush all over again. Was he sore from whatever he did to those Ricks or from…?
“C-can you get up yet? W-we’ve got masseuses coming in five minutes and baby, I need to get m-my back worked on. Y’know, after what you did to it.”
Ricks words brought him back to the present. “O-oh uh...L-let me see…”
36 managed to move his legs, mostly pain free at this point, over the edge of the chair, placing his feet on the floor. He pushed himself up to his feet. A bit shaky but he could at least balance. That felt like a great improvement from only minutes before. He stretched, a couple of joints popping as he did so. Clearly he’d been sitting there a while. “Oogh...y-yeah I think...I-I think I’m okay. Th...thanks.”
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“Finally. It - it’s about time you came around!”
Who did that obnoxiously peppy voice belong to? It must be hard to see anything with all the crust lingering in 36’s tired eyes.
“Honestly, ‘6, I-I thought I lost you there for a second. Here, l-lemme just—“
36 would feel warm hands on his face, palms cupping his cheeks while thumbs brushed away the sleep gluing his eyelashes together.
“Theeeere we go. That’s better, r-right~?”
Fuzzy sight and disorientation aside, it was always easy to recognize the face of a fellow Rick. Even one who appeared to be in an uncharacteristically good mood. A grin spreading from ear to ear was the first thing that greeted him, and the second one was…
An intimidatingly large syringe pulled out of a lab coat pocket, which Rick flicked a couple times to dislodge any stray bubbles in the purple ish mixture within.
“Staaaaay still!”
SHUNK! Before 36 could have even had the hope of reacting, the needle was already deep in his thigh. It stung to high heaven, but it was nothing compared to what he had been through recently. He’d be okay.
“Shhhh-shh-shh, d-don’t worry, ‘6. These nanobots will perk you back up in - in no time,” Rick informed, extracting the needle and giving his friend a knowing wink. “Sit back a-and relaaaax, sweet stuff. Y-you earned it.”
Come to mention it, 36 was indeed sitting back. Leaning back, more accurately, on some sort of velvety lounge chair. His bloody and torn clothes were nowhere to be seen, and instead he was wearing… a fluffy white robe?
The same robe that Rick was donning, to be more accurate. He sat down on the edge of the lounge chair with a satisfied sigh, swirling the contents of a martini glass in one hand. When Rick crossed his legs and a bit of thigh showed, it became obvious that 36 wasn’t the only one wearing nothing underneath.
“W-well? Feeling, uh, better yet?”
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“Finally. It - it’s about time you came around!”
It was a bit an overstatement to say he’d ‘come around’, but he was at least conscious. He seemed unable to open his eyes more than a pin width – what was on his eyes?! Why couldn’t he -
“Honestly, ‘6, I-I thought I lost you there for a second. Here, l-lemme just—“
36 flinched slightly at the sudden contact with...warm hands?
“Wh-who…?” The hands gently brushed the sleep gunk from his eyelashes, thumbs gently moving over the delicate skin of his eyelids.
“Theeeere we go. That’s better, r-right~?”
36 cracked his eyes open slowly, the light burning his vision at first. He blinked a few times, adjusting to it before finally recognizing a familiar face. “R...Rick…?!” 36 sat a little bit forward before falling back against the chair he found himself in, both actions eliciting a flinch of pain and the hissing of breath through clenched teeth. What the hell had happened? As he let out a breath he saw Rick raising up a syringe of mystery fluid. “Wh-what are you—“
“Staaaaay still!”
“—SHIT!” 36 hissed.
“Shhhh-shh-shh, d-don’t worry, ‘6. These nanobots will perk you back up in - in no time.”
“N..nano…”
“Sit back a-and relaaaax, sweet stuff. Y-you earned it.”
Earned it? By doing what, exactly? Getting himself hit by a truck? He tried to remember the night before. He reached a hand down to rub his thigh where he’d been jabbed. It was only then that he realized it was bare. And that he seemed to be wearing nothing but a robe. He looked back over at Rick who looked to be dressed the same. As the man crossed his legs, his robe drifted to the side revealing the bare skin underneath. 36’s faced flushed a bit as he tugged his own robe down a bit.
“W-well? Feeling, uh, better yet?”
“A...a little but...Th-thanks. But what...I can’t…” 36 looked down at his lap trying to recall what had happened. He remembered them hiding from citadel guards. Then they transformed into...terrible creatures. And they were about to attack Rick but then...then his memory goes fuzzy like the static of an old TV.
“Th-those guards – How did – what happened last night?! How did we make it out of there?! How did--” Okay a little too worked up too soon. “...How did we...where even are we, by the way?” 36 raised a brow at Rick.
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"I-i think more...dodged a bullet."
HI I'M A RICK LOOKING FOR RICKCEST EVER SINCE MY NO GOOD ROTTEN HUSBANDS (DOC) AND (SATANIST RICK) LEFT ME AND MY GRANDSON TO DIE ALONE ON THE STREETS IN BELOW FREEZING TEMPERATURES. I RENTED A UHAUL STORAGE UNIT BUT THEY KICKED ME OUT WHEN THEY FOUND OUT I WAS LIVING THERE SO I FOUND A RAT INFESTED ONE BEDROOM APARTMENT TO LIVE IN I HAVE NO MONEY NO JOB NO REDEEMABLE QUALITIES I LIVE OFF THE RATS IN MY APARTMENT AND FEED THEM TO MY GRANDSON (HE LOVES IT WHEN I PUT THEM IN A TORTILLA FOR HIM) IT SMELLS LIKE RAT SHIT ALL THE TIME I GOT A VENTILATOR TO GET RID OF THE SMELL BUT ITS ROOTED DEEPLY INTO THE CARPET.
LOOKING FOR A RICK WHO CAN HELP ME TEAR OUT MY CARPET. YOU MUST BE WILLING TO COOK LUKEWARM MEALS FOR ME I DON'T LIKE THEM TOO HOT THEY BURN MY TONGUE AND I START PANTING LIKE A DOG AND IT'S EMBARRASSING.
MUST BE A GOOD SECOND GRANDPA TO MY MORTY AND TREAT HIM NICELY (NOT OUT OF ANY MORAL OR PARENTAL OBLIGATION, ITS FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY. HE WILL START SHRIEKING AT BRAIN-HEMORRHAGING FREQUENCIES AND YOU WILL DIE IF YOU UPSET HIM. I CANNOT DO ANYTHING ABOUT HIM AND HAVE NO CONTROL OVER HIM. HE WILL NOT LEAVE ME ALONE AS HE HAS BECOME TETHERED TO MY VERY SOUL AND HAS CHOSEN ME AS HIS HOST TO SUCK LIFE ESSENCE FROM.)
MUST LIKE DOGS BECAUSE I'M CONSTANTLY GETTING NEW ONES.
I AM NOT ABUSIVE DO NOT LISTEN TO ANY OF MY EXES OR THEIR FRIENDS I WOULD NEVER DO ANYTHING BAD TO ANYONE IN A RELATIONSHIP.
YES I TOP. I AM A DADDY DOM YOU CAN ASK SATANIST RICK. ONE TIME I PISSED ALL OVER HIS HOME TO PROVE MY DOMINANCE AND MY STATUS AS AN ALPHA MALE. I STALKED HIM DOWN THE STREETS EVERY NIGHT AND CHASED HIM DOWN.
THIS IS HOW I LOOK LIKE BTW:
MY MORTY IS A LITTLE FUCKED UP IT'S BEST YOU SEE HIM ONCE WE'VE ALREADY TIED THE KNOT SO WHEN HIS INCOMPREHENSIBLE FORM MAKES YOU LOSE YOUR MIND AND LEAVES YOU A TRAUMATIZED, INCONSOLABLE MESS, YOU'RE ALREADY PAST THE POINT OF NO RETURN AND CANNOT LEAVE.
HOPE THIS HELPS XOXO
“Th…that’s a-a lot to unpack.”
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HI I'M A RICK LOOKING FOR RICKCEST EVER SINCE MY NO GOOD ROTTEN HUSBANDS (DOC) AND (SATANIST RICK) LEFT ME AND MY GRANDSON TO DIE ALONE ON THE STREETS IN BELOW FREEZING TEMPERATURES. I RENTED A UHAUL STORAGE UNIT BUT THEY KICKED ME OUT WHEN THEY FOUND OUT I WAS LIVING THERE SO I FOUND A RAT INFESTED ONE BEDROOM APARTMENT TO LIVE IN I HAVE NO MONEY NO JOB NO REDEEMABLE QUALITIES I LIVE OFF THE RATS IN MY APARTMENT AND FEED THEM TO MY GRANDSON (HE LOVES IT WHEN I PUT THEM IN A TORTILLA FOR HIM) IT SMELLS LIKE RAT SHIT ALL THE TIME I GOT A VENTILATOR TO GET RID OF THE SMELL BUT ITS ROOTED DEEPLY INTO THE CARPET.
LOOKING FOR A RICK WHO CAN HELP ME TEAR OUT MY CARPET. YOU MUST BE WILLING TO COOK LUKEWARM MEALS FOR ME I DON'T LIKE THEM TOO HOT THEY BURN MY TONGUE AND I START PANTING LIKE A DOG AND IT'S EMBARRASSING.
MUST BE A GOOD SECOND GRANDPA TO MY MORTY AND TREAT HIM NICELY (NOT OUT OF ANY MORAL OR PARENTAL OBLIGATION, ITS FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY. HE WILL START SHRIEKING AT BRAIN-HEMORRHAGING FREQUENCIES AND YOU WILL DIE IF YOU UPSET HIM. I CANNOT DO ANYTHING ABOUT HIM AND HAVE NO CONTROL OVER HIM. HE WILL NOT LEAVE ME ALONE AS HE HAS BECOME TETHERED TO MY VERY SOUL AND HAS CHOSEN ME AS HIS HOST TO SUCK LIFE ESSENCE FROM.)
MUST LIKE DOGS BECAUSE I'M CONSTANTLY GETTING NEW ONES.
I AM NOT ABUSIVE DO NOT LISTEN TO ANY OF MY EXES OR THEIR FRIENDS I WOULD NEVER DO ANYTHING BAD TO ANYONE IN A RELATIONSHIP.
YES I TOP. I AM A DADDY DOM YOU CAN ASK SATANIST RICK. ONE TIME I PISSED ALL OVER HIS HOME TO PROVE MY DOMINANCE AND MY STATUS AS AN ALPHA MALE. I STALKED HIM DOWN THE STREETS EVERY NIGHT AND CHASED HIM DOWN.
THIS IS HOW I LOOK LIKE BTW:
MY MORTY IS A LITTLE FUCKED UP IT'S BEST YOU SEE HIM ONCE WE'VE ALREADY TIED THE KNOT SO WHEN HIS INCOMPREHENSIBLE FORM MAKES YOU LOSE YOUR MIND AND LEAVES YOU A TRAUMATIZED, INCONSOLABLE MESS, YOU'RE ALREADY PAST THE POINT OF NO RETURN AND CANNOT LEAVE.
HOPE THIS HELPS XOXO
“Th…that’s a-a lot to unpack.”
#ask#sketch#digital#36-e#scoliosisrick#(( holy shit sorry for this super late response lol))#(( your ask…BLEW him away hahahaha#get it ))
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send my muse ‘have you evers’ and they have to answer truthfully!
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I wanna know what people assume about me because of my tumblr.
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