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the difference between you and me is that im not worthless. feel free to ask me shit. (ask/rp blog for r sanchez, nsfw will be tagged, check the about for more info)
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damn its been a fuckin while
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With an annoyed huff, R poured himself another drink. It hadn’t been his favorite experience, since one part of him ended up a literal animal, and the other was some courteous pushover. Really not one of his brightest moments.
“An experiment of mine had.... unfortunate consequences. It won’t happen again, I assure you. And yes, I remember it.. quite clearly. Rather embarrassing that I didn’t try to kill you when you first arrived, I’ll admit.”
Mortecai portals in and glances around. He'd finaly tracked R down. "Hello? R? You tried to kill me a while back. I have questions." He isn't nervous though he's certain he should be.
“Saying ‘you tried to kill me’ isn’t usually a good way to walk into someone’s place, you know.”
R was, unusually, stretched out on the couch (that looked hardly used, to make it look even odder). A glass of something was swirling around in one hand, and a gun materialized in the other, but his grip is unconcerned. Metal jaws seem the same as ever, though, quietly clacking along with his words.
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“And who is your Rick, then, just the usual or is there anything different about him? Compared to others, I mean, of course. Can you feel pain, when you’re corporeal? Or even incorporeal, if you’ve been hurt while corporeal?”
R grabbed the gun off the table and hurled it through his visitor, looking relaxed despite having just thrown a weapon with considerable strength.
A ghostly Morty drifts over to R. They sport many small cuts and bruises and has a dark black eye. Their shirt is also a patch work of many yellow fabric scrabs as if the shirt had been damaged and repaired many times over. "Hello!"
Without looking up, R aims a small, thin, deadly-looking pistol at whoever spoke, slowly filling a delicate syringe with the other hand. Being ambidextrous had it’s perks sometimes, although he favored his right hand if anyone asked.
“Can I help you? It would be best for you if you don’t make me fuck this up..”
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R snorted at that, waving it away. He had never really cared much for looks, and he had plenty worse wounds before, if not quite so visual.
“I’m not going to promise anything, you were the one who showed up this time, so whatever happens is, as you put it, an ‘occupational hazard.’“
He took a sip from his drink, opening his maw extra wide in an obviously practiced way, before turning to actually look at who he was talking to, eyes narrowing a fraction.
“As for whatever questions you supposedly have, I would hope you know better than to ask who hired me. I really don’t have the patience for idiots, sober or not.”
Mortecai portals in and glances around. He'd finaly tracked R down. "Hello? R? You tried to kill me a while back. I have questions." He isn't nervous though he's certain he should be.
“Saying ‘you tried to kill me’ isn’t usually a good way to walk into someone’s place, you know.”
R was, unusually, stretched out on the couch (that looked hardly used, to make it look even odder). A glass of something was swirling around in one hand, and a gun materialized in the other, but his grip is unconcerned. Metal jaws seem the same as ever, though, quietly clacking along with his words.
#actually his whole room is p clean#he always cleans up his messes#altho i guess its not very rick-like of him lol
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“A new body, hmm? Interesting.... Call me R. I assume you died, then, do you remember what killed you? Do you retain memories of when you were alive? Can you still interact with any physical objects, or are you totally incorporeal? I wonder...”
Despite everything, R was a scientist at heart, immediately going off on some tangent about spirits and apparitions. Muttering to himself, he absentmindedly rubbed at the side of his metal jaws, a bad habit leftover from previous days.
A ghostly Morty drifts over to R. They sport many small cuts and bruises and has a dark black eye. Their shirt is also a patch work of many yellow fabric scrabs as if the shirt had been damaged and repaired many times over. "Hello!"
Without looking up, R aims a small, thin, deadly-looking pistol at whoever spoke, slowly filling a delicate syringe with the other hand. Being ambidextrous had it’s perks sometimes, although he favored his right hand if anyone asked.
“Can I help you? It would be best for you if you don’t make me fuck this up..”
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Mortecai portals in and glances around. He'd finaly tracked R down. "Hello? R? You tried to kill me a while back. I have questions." He isn't nervous though he's certain he should be.
“Saying ‘you tried to kill me’ isn’t usually a good way to walk into someone’s place, you know.”
R was, unusually, stretched out on the couch (that looked hardly used, to make it look even odder). A glass of something was swirling around in one hand, and a gun materialized in the other, but his grip is unconcerned. Metal jaws seem the same as ever, though, quietly clacking along with his words.
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“I’m trying to extract the essence of something that took a lot of work, and the death of a lot of people, which would take way more time to redo than I care for. Identify yourself, if you don’t mind, since you just intruded, anyway.”
He put the gun down, clearly sure that the voice was too weak-sounding to possibly be an immediate threat, and finished filling the syringe. A glowing, green, typical-sci-fi liquid sloshed around inside, a bit thicker than water in consistency. R looked satisfied, sitting back and admiring his work before glancing at the ghostly visitor.
“You look dead.”
A ghostly Morty drifts over to R. They sport many small cuts and bruises and has a dark black eye. Their shirt is also a patch work of many yellow fabric scrabs as if the shirt had been damaged and repaired many times over. "Hello!"
Without looking up, R aims a small, thin, deadly-looking pistol at whoever spoke, slowly filling a delicate syringe with the other hand. Being ambidextrous had it’s perks sometimes, although he favored his right hand if anyone asked.
“Can I help you? It would be best for you if you don’t make me fuck this up..”
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A ghostly Morty drifts over to R. They sport many small cuts and bruises and has a dark black eye. Their shirt is also a patch work of many yellow fabric scrabs as if the shirt had been damaged and repaired many times over. "Hello!"
Without looking up, R aims a small, thin, deadly-looking pistol at whoever spoke, slowly filling a delicate syringe with the other hand. Being ambidextrous had it’s perks sometimes, although he favored his right hand if anyone asked.
“Can I help you? It would be best for you if you don’t make me fuck this up..”
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Send ‘rough touch’
and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }
Your muse throws a punch at mine.
My muse throws a punch at yours.
Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.
My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.
Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.
My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.
Your muse grips my muse’s hips.
My muse grips your muse’s hips.
Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.
My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.
Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.
My muse slams yours against a wall hard.
Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.
My muses pushes your to their knees.
Your muse bites mine.
My muse bites yours.
Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.
My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.
Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.
My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.
Your muse attempts to shove away mine.
My muse attempts to push off yours.
Your muse roughly kisses mine.
My muse roughly kisses yours.
Your muse pins mine onto the ground.
My muse pins yours to the ground.
Your muse delivers beatings to mine.
My muse delivers beatings to yours.
Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.
My muse breaks your muse’s arm.
Mun chooses.
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Would you like to hurt a ghost? He is soft and scares easily.
R’s down to hurt anyone unfortunately,, yes
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also hmu if u wanna do a torture rp
#me the second i get back on here: who can i hurt as R#hrhsdhbdhb#im gonna look for one of those 'rp prompts' posts in a minute or two#ooc
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HEWWO
YES!!!! HEWWO!!!!!
#if any y'all wanna start a new rp feel free to!!!!!#i feel like my old ones r... too old to continue now ahhhhh#ooc
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*taps mic* uhhhh......... hewwo??
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sorry for being offline, consider this blog on kind of an unofficial hiatus for now
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sorry for being offline, consider this blog on kind of an unofficial hiatus for now
#reblog#if u wanna talk or smthn thats totally cool & dont be afraid to hmu!!#just no rp happening rn#sorry!!! :[#ooc
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sorry for being offline, consider this blog on kind of an unofficial hiatus for now
#just some real life stuff is happenin#u kno how it is#mo says there might be some art but i(writing mun) wont be on this blog for now#sorry!!#ooc
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