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countlessrealities · 15 days

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Send a 💋 for a short drabble on a time our muses kissed || Selectively accepting !

@mcltiples sent: 💋 { To Evil Rick from My Weird Rick ! }

There were many things Rick didn't understand of the shows his partner had him sitting through whenever he didn't feel like watching them on his own. Almost everything relating to relationships, romantic ones especially, puzzled him, because he could never relate to the dynamics. No matter how much researching he did, no matter how deeply he dissected them. They never fully made sense.

And, as a consequence, copying the motions felt unpleasantly unnatural to him.

Yet, that hadn't stopped him from trying over and over. The moment he had understood how much his alternate enjoyed that nonsense, he had directed a decent amount of time and effort in providing the other with at least some of it. At times, forcing himself wasn't easy because of how tedious or foolish it all was in his eyes, but he had quickly come up with a way to make it all less obnoxious for him: he had started to put his own spin in the scenarios, adding the sort of flavour he could enjoy despite the absurdity of the situation.

Of course, seeing that his partner enjoyed his adaptation had spurred him on getting creative with them.

Lately, he had noticed one particular recurring scene in many of the movies his alternate so assiduously consumed. Yet another thing that made no sense to Rick, but that seemed worth the trouble...if done how he was picturing it. Besides, there was a new prototype of nano-explosive he wanted to test.

It was the perfect chance to catch two birds with one stone.

The plan was easily set in motion while his partner was occupied in another room of the bunker, busy enough for Rick to be sure that he wouldn't come out before he was done.

The text subject he had procused for that particular occasion was appropriate for what he had in mind: an alien belonging to a species whose members were mostly made of fluids and gelatinous tissues.

Strapping it on the ceiling after having paralysed it so that it wouldn't make a sound was easy. Calculating the right amount of explosive to inject inside it, instead, was a little trickier and Rick checked his calculations thrice before proceeding. The smallest mistake could have ruined the whole set-up.

When his alternate joined him, just as he knew the other would have, everything was ready. Rick had come to stand underneath his chosen guinea pig and, once his partner was within arm's reach, he didn't hesitate a split second to grab him by the front of his jacket and yank him forward.

His other hand hit the button of the small remote control he was holding and the moment thick blood and cold pieces of organic matter started to rain down on them, he pulled the other into a kiss.

The gesture was as sloppy as the mess the exploding creature had made, with all too much biting and too little kissing, the taste of his alternate's blood mixing with the alien fluids on his tongue. His grip on the other's clothes was too tight, forcing them too stiffly close for them to achieve the right angle, but that didn't stop him from holding them there until the last drop had fallen.

By the end of it, they were both soaked from head to toes in blood and gore, which was the result Rick had been aiming to achieve. After all, the characters in the movies always got soggy wet during those scenes, so he had assumed that this was how it was supposed to go.

"K-Kiss in the rain," he announced taking a step back, in a flat tone that certainly didn't convey the right sort of sentiment. "C-Carry on."

And with that, he turned on his heels and headed back to the workbench were a bunch of unfinished toxins were waiting for him. One task achieved, onto the next.

#[ ic :: Evil Rick ]#&& Prime/Weird Rick || mcltiples #[ ʸᴼᵁ'ᴿᴱ ᴹʸ ᴼᴮˢᴱˢˢᴵᴼᴺ. ᴵ'ᴹ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᴾᴼˢˢᴱˢˢᴵᴼᴺ :: ᴇᴠɪʟ ʀɪᴄᴋ & ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ʀɪᴄᴋ ]#[ v. Are you sick like me? ; canon div :: Evil Rick ]#mcltiples #[[ looks like someone has been trying to apply the notes your Weird Rick took x'D ]]#[[ with his special personal twist ]]#[[ which in truth is born out of him not really understanding that stuff ]]#[[ but I'm sure his owner finds it even more endearing xDD ]]#[[ also I was CRYING while writing this omg ]]#[[ if you ignore the goriness it's HILARIOUS ]]

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countlessrealities · 9 months

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"...Rick."

[[ for context this is all on @mcltiples ]]

#[ ic :: Evil Rick ]#[ ic :: dash commentary ]#[ v. Are you sick like me? ; canon div :: Evil Rick ]#[ You're my obsession. I'm your possession :: Evil Rick & Weird Rick ]#mcltiples #[[ yep that's the post xD ]]

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countlessrealities · 5 months

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{ @mcltiples }

There's a laugh that could be heard. "It'd be nice, darling, considering that I almost died this year. Do you really not want to celebrate my birthday?" { From Weird Rick }

Rick couldn't deny that his partner had made a fairly good point. Birthdays in themselves might have little meaning, but this one marked a what-if that almost happened. It was something to be celebrated.

The only question was how.

"I-I suppose that this is reason enough for a celebration," he concurred, even if he's still looking slightly puzzled. "S-Should I prepare out of one of my test subjects, so you can slice them up? W-Would that be a suitable birthday activity?"

He had witnessed such rituals around the multiverse and the Earthen one also included cutting something. So he couldn't be too off mark, could he?

#[ interactions :: Evil Rick ]#&& Prime/Weird Rick #[ v. Are you sick like me? ; canon div :: Evil Rick ]#mcltiples #[[ in his defense he has no idea of how birthdays are celebrated on Earth xD ]]

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countlessrealities · 7 months

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Feeling possessive? || Accepting !

@mcltiples sent: Someone's hitting on his kitten. Oh, no, that won't do. Good thing Rick carries around a gun and has a good aim, right into the back of the stranger's throat. Watching that body collapse onto the floor felt so pleasing. He just couldn't help himself to walk over towards his darling, grab him by the collar and pull him into a deep, passionate kiss. { To Evil Rick from Weird Rick }

Catching Rick off guard wasn't an easy thing to achieve. Even when he seemed completely engrossed in what he was doing, some of his attention was always directed at his surroundings. It was a habit, a skill he had developed during the troubled years he had spent wandering through the multiverse. The corners of it he had used to visit more often were the darkest one and a mere second of distraction could get you killed.

Or worse.

The stranger in question had been trying to get his attention for a good while. He couldn't have said how long, since he had barely acknowledged them, as absorbed as he was the calculation he had been working on while waiting for his partner to be done with whatever business transaction he was conducting.

Usually he didn't even tag along during those trips, since he had no interest in such affairs. However, his alternate had insisted that he came because he wanted them to have a drink outside the hideout for once and, as per usual, Rick had followed his will.

The other patron had approached him not long after he had been left to mind his own business by the counter and, while it was clear that they wanted something from him, he hadn't bothered to understand what. It couldn't have been anything of import.

For that reason, the sudden feeling of warm blood splattering on his face and the following sound of a body falling on the floor were very much unexpected. Rick's head whipped up, quickly assessing that the shot had come from a non-threatening source...at least not dangerous for him. His partner.

Yet, that also brought up a few questions, starting with why the other had felt the need to perform such a gesture in public when they hadn't been planning on going on a killing spree. His alternate could get a little trigger happy from time to time, but there usually was a reason for it.

In that moment, however, Rick couldn't identify anything that might have caused such reaction.

A brow inched upwards, conveying his confusion, but he wasn't given a chance to express it verbally, nor to speak at all.

Before he could open his mouth, his partner had crossed the distance that had been separating them and had grabbed him, roughly pulling him into a kiss. Rick's lips parted submissively under the demands of that mouth, the action by now engraved in his muscle memory, and let himself be devoured.

His mind, though, didn't stop whirling, not even for a moment. The contact was deep and scorchingly possessive. It felt like his alternate had been trying to put a claim on him, while giving everyone around them a show at the same time. It was a public statement, a clear one aimed at proving to the whole pub to whom Rick belonged to.

Oh.

Rick's lips twitched underneath the merciless pressure of his owner's mouth. Now he understood and could put the pieces together. Between the two of them there was no doubt that he was his alternate's property, but the other did love to make sure to remind it to the rest of the multiverse.

His hand crawled to rest against his partner's spine and he let his eyes slide close, so he could focus on the totalising feeling of being owned down to his core. It might be an objectively unnecessary display, but the truth was that Rick didn't mind it one bit.

#[ ic :: Evil Rick ]#&& Prime/Weird Rick #[ v. Are you sick like me? ; canon div :: Evil Rick ]#[ ʸᴼᵁ'ᴿᴱ ᴹʸ ᴼᴮˢᴱˢˢᴵᴼᴺ. ᴵ'ᴹ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᴾᴼˢˢᴱˢˢᴵᴼᴺ :: ᴇᴠɪʟ ʀɪᴄᴋ & ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ʀɪᴄᴋ ]#mcltiples #[[ Evil Rick was clueless till Weird Rick killed the person xD ]]#[[ he had almost hadn't even acknowledged them ]]#[[ but no one is surprised he's not a sociable one ]]#[[ and he can't tell when people are flirting with him xD ]]#[[ unless it's his partner doing it bc by now he has memorised his behavioural patterns ]]#;; queue

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countlessrealities · 6 months

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Kinda 👀 Prompts || Selectively accepting !

@mcltiples sent: [KNIFE] sender uses a knife to rip receiver's clothes { To Evil Rick from Weird Rick >:D }

There were a lot of things that Rick found fascinating about his partner. Some more entertaining, others more frustrating, but all undoubtedly worth his interest and attention. Even when he wasn't directly involved, he liked to watching, observing the other going through his motions, speeches, choices, hows and whys with the same focus he usually reserved exclusively to his experiments.

His alternate's mood were one of Rick's favourite phenomena to monitor. They were so volatile, and mostly unpredictable. They could be as explosive as the weapons the man enjoyed building or as subtle as a the light twitch of an eye. They jumped from an emotion to the other, always close to the extremes, always shying away from mildness.

He could tell that his partner wasn't being honest with his feelings whenever they were played out with strict moderation or calm.

However, this didn't mean, as one could think, that apathy was something unknown to his alternate. It was a rare show to witness, but it did happen. Just as everything else, it was deep, absolute, totalising, and it required a very special, very careful handling.

That, though, wasn't the situation at hand. Rick wasn't dealing with one of his partner's most violent moods, whether on the heated side of anger or with the ice cold quality of pure detachment. The other seemed to be in a quite cheerful mood, lively and playful, with a clear side of mischief.

And, of course, lustful too, judging by the way his alternate had shoved him into the closest wall and was assaulting his neck with his teeth and tongue. Judging by the viciousness of the attack, by the time their encounter ended, he would have sported quite the collection of bruises.

One of those hands was insistently grabbing at the front of his shirt, alternating pulling at it and pressing against his chest, as if to make sure that Rick's back would remain firstly pinned against the wall.

His partner's other hand was somewhere by his side, oddly not trying to touch him as he would have expected, and the reason for it became instantly clear when the sound of cloth ripping filled the air between them without a warning. Oh, so this was the game of the day.

The blade was so sharp that it cut through the fabric as if it had been melting butter and nicked the flesh underneath, drawing a steady red line from the top of Rick's sternum to the line of his navel. Thick droplets of blood gushed out of the wound, their warmth in contrast with the cool air of the underground hideout.

Rick's only reaction was a raised eyebrow, conveying the barest hint of judgement. He didn't mind the sting of the wound since pain had little meaning to him nowadays. If something, under the right circumstances he could even appreciate the way it lit up his nerves, forcing his whole being to feel connected, even if just briefly, with the universe that surrounded him.

In a different situation, he would have given into the urge of voicing what his gaze was already hinting at, but his partner seemed delighted and even more turned on by his handiwork. He could tell by the way the other was leaning more heavily into it, hard, hot and solid against Rick's thigh. Those hips were moving, slow and almost imperceptibly, seeking from his body a hint of satisfaction that could take the edge off.

How could he deny this pleasure to the man who owed each and every atom of him?

His features relaxed back into a more neutral expression and he let his nape rest against the wall, focusing on the feeling of that tongue teasingly lapping at the cut. His alternate's hand had slipped under the torn shirt, wrapping itself around his side, tight and possessive.

Rick's fingers found their way in the other's hair, tugging sharply at those blue locks and using them to press that face more into his chest. He wanted to smear his partner's chin and cheekbones with his blood, so that he could lick it off later.

A hum rumbled in his chest, as the knife worked to get rid of his belt and slash through his trousers, leaving behind more stinging cuts. Clothes could be easily replaced, he mused, distractedly registering the fabric falling off him piece by piece, until he was left bare for his partner's eyes to feast on.

This man who had made himself into a god and the twisted, unbreakable thread that linked them together? It was one of a kind even in a universe made of infinite realities.

#[ ic :: Evil Rick ]#&& Prime/Weird Rick #[ v. Are you sick like me? ; canon div :: Evil Rick ]#[ ʸᴼᵁ'ᴿᴱ ᴹʸ ᴼᴮˢᴱˢˢᴵᴼᴺ. ᴵ'ᴹ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᴾᴼˢˢᴱˢˢᴵᴼᴺ :: ᴇᴠɪʟ ʀɪᴄᴋ & ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ʀɪᴄᴋ ]#suggestive tw #[[ kind of? x'D ]]#[[ I can never tell with these two bc ]]#[[ there's no horniness involved on Evil Rick's side 0.o ]]#[[ he's there like 'was this really necessary -judging-' x'D ]]#[[ but as per usual he lets Weird Rick do whatever he wants ]]#[[ also yeah I edited another icon to fit the situation xD ]]#[[ also this came out much longer than I had meant for it to be 0.o ]]#[[ and much more...deep? I wanted to write a silly thing ]]#[[ but this is what Evil Rick gave me -facepalm- ]]#;; queue

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countlessrealities · 11 months

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Send 🫢 for my muse's reaction to yours walking in while they are changing / getting dressed || Accepting !

@mcltiples sent: “oops!” { to Evil Rick from Weird Rick xD }

Despite what you would be pushed to think, Rick had his own bedroom in the bunker he shared with his partner. The place was spotless, in the way furniture on display was, betraying how little it was used. There were no personal items in sight, with the exception of a oddly shaped jar, filled with a fluorescent blue liquid, and a small device that supposedly worked as a projector, but that merelt laid on the nightstand, turned off and unused.

In that moment, there were other signs of life too. A fresh set of clothes on the bed, waiting to be used. A towel on the seatback of the chair. A half drunk glass of scotch on the desk.

And, of course, Rick himself, freshly out of the shower, standing in front of the full length mirror hanging from one of the walls. His body was completely bare, aside from the towel around his waist, and his hair was still damp, the usual spiky locks drooping backwards over his skull. The artificial flesh of his right hand had been removed, exposing the high-tech skeleton that lied underneath it, and he was busy recalibrating the circuits that gave sensitivity to his fingers.

The first thing that caught the eye were the dark countless scars that covered his flesh. A broad set of claw marks across his left shoulder. The slightly hollowed, large line that ran along his sternum, top to bottom. The ugly burn that decorated his left side, from his hip up to the border of his ribcage. The various scars littering his arms, starting from the ones that marked the whole circumference of the upper side of his biceps. A bullet wound, between his shoulder blades. And then so many others, standing out against the too pale flesh of his torso and legs. Rough surgical scars, for the most, but also deep cuts, smaller burns, even a couple of bite marks.

Normally Rick hardly paid them any attention, if not when they itched too much. And, since the start of his and his alternate's intimate relationship, also when their naked bodies were pressed together. He found the contrast between his ruined flesh and the other's flawless skin fascinating.

The sound of the automatic door sliding open briefly distracted him from his task. He didn't need to look over his shoulder to know who had stepped in. After all, there was only another person had access to the bunker.

"I-I'll be with you in a moment, Rick," he spoke up, applying the last fixes to the circuits. "Is there something you need me for?"

He experimentally flexed his fingers a couple of time, before turning on his heels and heading for the desk. He set the tools on it, retrieving a small vial and carefully pouring his contents over the metal. In the matter of a few seconds, the whole surface was once again covered with muscles and skin.

"O-Or is it one of those times when you just like to stand and watch me?" He went on, draining what was left of his scotch as he tugged the towel off.

Not a trace of hesitation or shame touched his blank expression. Nudity was a taboo dictated by most Earthen societies and their mindset, and he couldn't have cared less about them. Besides, his partner had seen him bare plenty of times.

Once he had picked up his trousers and underwear, he finally turned to look at his alternate, head tilted slightly. Gray blue eyes studied those features carefully, trying to read the other's thoughts hidden behind them.

"Do you wish for me to guess?"

#[ ic :: Evil Rick ]#&& Prime/Weird Rick #[ v. Are you sick like me? ; canon div :: Evil Rick ]#[ You're my obsession. I'm your possession :: Evil Rick & Weird Rick ]#mcltiples #[[ he didn't bat an eye xD ]]#[[ but well that was to be expected it's HIM ]]#[[ tho he saw the chance to get subtly sassy and he took it x3 ]]#[[ it's not like he minds or anything ]]#[[ just every chance to call Weird Rick out is a good chance to do it xD ]]#[[ also don't mind me using this to list some of Evil Rick's scars xD ]]#[[ also did I make and edit a whole icon just to fit this? YES ]]#;; queue

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countlessrealities · 8 months

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RELATIONSHIP BUILDING || No longer accepting.

@mcltiples sent: ✔️ for a daydream my muse has had about/involving yours. { To Evil Rick from Weird Rick !! }

There's something hypnotising in the way spilled blood catches the glow of a light source, be it a star or something artificial. The thickness distorts the rays, pushes them in different directions, causes them to underline its convex surface. What emerges is a kaleidoscope of potential sensations, past and present and futures.

The coldness of screaming agony in the ears. The rough surface of a metallic flavour on the tongue. The smell of warm slickness on the skin. And the colours that cover it all, touch and smell and taste and hearing.

The synesthesia he experiences when he takes the time to savour a kill is something he can find almost nowhere else. It's an immersive experience, so complex and nurturing, creative and logical at the same time. It gets his inhumanly slow heartbeat to spike a little bit.

It's even better when there more to it, when taking a life transcends the act in itself. When there's a purpose to it, an aim to be reached, a role to be filled, a hunger to be satiated, that very peculiar melody, made out of the cacophony of screams, bones being broken, insides spilling on the ground, is even more delicious.

The flesh under his palms is cold as ice, making a strong contrast with the heat of the blood flooding over his fingers. The pile of corpses is a slippery slope to climb, but he never falters. His gaze and will are locked on the top, on his one and only aim, desire, meaning.

Every time one of his limbs sinks into a new body, into a new piece of the death he has spread drunk on ravenous euphoria and bottomless devotion, he gets closer and it's like a shot of fresh oxygen and clean energy in his unnatural body.

And, finally, there he is, at the top, lounging in a throne made of stars and shiny metal. The ageless face of a deity, blue eyes deeper than the deepest ocean and sharper than the sharpest of RIck's blade. There's light glowing under his skin, making him look untouchable, invincible, untamable. Beautiful in ways that go well beyond the words and the physical form itself.

The God of every other god.

Rick comes to stand by his right side, hands and mouth and soul dripping with the blood he has endlessly spilling. This is where he belongs, this is what he has been looking for his whole life, even back when he still didn't know.

And it's where he will remain, forevermore, as they feast on the multiverse that lies at their feet, destroying and devouring and recreating at their leisure...

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Rick's eye snapped open, the images that had filled his mind instantly vanishing. The smell and the taste, however, lingered on his tongue, evoked by the intensity of the daydream he had allowed himself to indulge in, but especially caused by the absolute mess he had made of his test subject.

Grey-blue eyes surveyed the operating table where the corpse, or better what was left of it, was spread out. He had cut it open over and over, until the flesh of its twin torsos had been turned into thin, tight net. Some of the holes were larger, allowing the oily alien blood to ooze over, slicking up the mangled skin and dripping on the floor.

There were plenty of stains on his clothes too, together with pieces of the organs he had minced in his relentless cutting. The only parts that had been spared where the two brains, which he had removed before letting his mind wander elsewhere.

It wasn't the result he had been meaning to obtain when he had started, but it had left him feeling oddly satisfied.

Removing his gloves with practised ease, Rick turned on his heels, walking away from the dismembered body. He would need to clean it all up, but that could wait. Firstly, he would join his partner in the living room for a little while. He wanted to feast on the overlapping of his alternate's two faces: the bloodthirsty, invincible god of his fantasy and the sly, smart but flawed man he would find on the couch watching his TV shows.

#[ ic :: Evil Rick ]#[ v. Are you sick like me? ; canon div :: Evil Rick ]#[ ʸᴼᵁ'ᴿᴱ ᴹʸ ᴼᴮˢᴱˢˢᴵᴼᴺ. ᴵ'ᴹ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᴾᴼˢˢᴱˢˢᴵᴼᴺ :: ᴇᴠɪʟ ʀɪᴄᴋ & ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ʀɪᴄᴋ ]#mcltiples #[[ there isn't a single normal brain cell in Evil Rick's skull ]]#[[ I'm not even sure of what THIS is 0.o ]]#[[ but well your weird Rick is in it so I guess it counts? xD ]]#;; queue

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countlessrealities · 1 year

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@mcltiples sent: Ⓐ { Evil Rick from Weird Rick !! } Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours || No longer accepting

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

"P-Physically appearances don't really matter to me, but it would be a lie to say that Rick isn't a pleasant vision to stare at. He is objectively handsome and I'm quite captivated by the contrast between all my scars and his flawless skin."

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

"R-Rick is a complex individual, with many qualities and many flaws, all of them quite outstanding. I wouldn't have him any other way. He is my One, he's perfect. Even when he's throwing toddler tantrums."

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

"I couldn't care less about sex. It's...almost repulsive to. Yet, Rick has show me that it can be a pleasant experience. I still don't care for the act in itself. It's the intimacy that connect us that matters."

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend

"C-Connecting with other beings has always been...almost impossible for me. Friendship was a foreign concept, until Rick and I got closer."

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love he is the One || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

"I-I felt it in the very same moment I landed my eyes on him. That he could be what my Morty wasn't despite all my efforts. That was enough for me to bear through the annoying parts and the extreme good complex."

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them He is the One

"Rick is my partner, in everything, and my one true connection. There's nothing else to say."

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

"I-I never cared for kissing. I never saw the appeal. Rick changer my mind on this too. At least when it comes to kissing him."

#[ ic :: Evil Rick ]#[ You're my obsession. I'm your possession :: Evil Rick & Weird Rick ]#[ v. Are you sick like me? ; canon div :: Evil Rick ]#mcltiples #[[ he's been super laconic with the comments but ]]#[[ but it's Evil Rick we're talking about xD ]]#[[ still I think that his picks speak for themselves ]]#[[ even if he didn't shy away from pointing out Weird Rick's flaws either xDD ]]

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countlessrealities · 9 months

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Truth Serum + Evil Rick, how do you really feel about Weird Rick referring to you as his husband and talking about marriage so easily?

Truth Serum Time || Accepting !

Under other circumstances, Rick wouldn't have bothered to answer such a question. If the busybody who had dared to ask had been lucky, they would have been killed on the stop for wasting his time. If they had been unlucky, they would have joined the too long list of beings who had played the deadly role of his test subjects.

However, on this particular day, for this particular question, the words tumbled out of his lips, before he could do anything to stop them. Curious. He would have to investigate why later.

And make whoever was responsible for it regret ever taking their very first breath.

"A-At first, it was slightly...jarring. Especially if he started to mention it without warning," he answered, his voice and expression equally emotionless. "I-I had assumed that he wasn't serious. Rick likes saying things merely for the sake of getting a reaction out of people."

It was one of his partner's favorite pastimes, and one he engaged in very often too.

"I-I had also expected him to get bored with it and stop mentioning it, but he didn't. That has led me to think that there might be some sort of true intentions behind his words. Some kind of actual wish for us to be...wedded."

It was an odd concept, marriage. He had allowed it with Diane because it was what was expected from him and it was the best way to use her as a stable place he could work in until he would have found a way to leave the planet. But getting married by choice? That was something he had never thought about, not even in passing.

"I-I don't care about marriage. It's a pointless ritual and it changes nothing in a relationship, in my eyes. I wouldn't act any differently, if Rick and I were married," he went on and, for the briefest moment, his expression turned pensive. "I-If he wants that for us, I'll allow it. I'll allow everything that fulfils him, no matter how far from my ideas."

There was nothing he wouldn't be ready to do for his owner. Whatever his alternate wished for, he would get. Rick was hellbent on making sure of that.

"Besides, Rick wouldn't do it without a deeper meaning. I-It would be another way for him to claim me and, as such, I'd welcome it with open arms. I-It would give me new excuses to dig inside him and consume him."

{ @mcltiples (Weird Rick) - mentioned }

#[ ic :: Evil Rick ]#[ ic :: anon asks ]#[ v. Are you sick like me? ; canon div :: Evil Rick ]#[ You're my obsession. I'm your possession :: Evil Rick & Weird Rick ]#[[ he really doesn't care omg xD ]]#[[ whether or not it happens it changes nothing for him ]]#[[ aside from the fact that he can demand an extra from Weird Rick xD ]]#[[ tbh I'm NOT surprised at all by this answer ]]#;; queue

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countlessrealities · 9 months

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CUPID'S ARROWS EVENT || Active !

@mcltiples sent: Weird Rick just happens to walk in, not paying much attention to his surroundings. He's fiddling with some kind of device { To Evil Rick bc of reasons 🤭}

Usually, when his partner stepped into the lab, Rick didn't instantly turn to look at him, especially if he had his hands already busy with something else. That time, however, he instantly straightened from where he had been studying through the microscope a few samples taken from the odd arrow.

Under other circumstances, he would have noticed his own unusual behaviour and he might have made the connection with having been hit less than an hour before. Instead, now every thoughts about it vanished from his mind the moment when he laid his eyes on his alternate, replaced by nothing but the other's image, smell, taste, by the sound of his voice and the feelings of his insides under Rick's own fingers.

He had always felt a pull towards his partner, since day one. It was what had pushed him to believe that this particular version of himself could be the the one true connection he had been seeking out for his whole life.

In that moment, though, there was something more to it. Not only the unnamed emotion was stronger and deeper, but it filled him with the kind of craving he had very rarely experienced.

He had never felt so ravenous.

Before he could even realised it, he had crossed the room, pried the device out of his alternate's hands and carelessly dumped it on the floor.

"Beloved."

The word was spoken in a low, hoarse voice, almost a purr, as fingers gripped at his partner's jacket, digging into the flesh underneath, as if they had been trying to claw their way to it through the cloth.

Rick's too sharp teeth were bared, in what would have been a grin if it hadn't looked so eerily dangerous, so terrifyingly hungry.

"You took my soul, my heart, my everything." Grey blue eyes fell on the other's chest, a dark light darkening them. "Now I want to rip your beating heart out of your ribcage." One of his hands moved up along that chest, pushing between the ribs of its left side. "And dig up your essence through your bone marrow."

His other hand wrapped around his partner's neck, once again tight enough to bruise.

"I want to consume you whole."

#[ ic :: Evil Rick ]#[ ic :: cupid's arrows event ]#&& Prime/Weird Rick #[ v. Are you sick like me? ; canon div :: Evil Rick ]#[ You're my obsession. I'm your possession :: Evil Rick & Weird Rick ]#mcltiples #[[ Weird Rick accidentally saved someone's life with this x'D ]]#[[ but damn this got creepy fast xD ]]#[ ic :: event ; cupid's arrows ]

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countlessrealities · 10 months

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send a number + an emoji to bite my muse || Accepting !

@mcltiples sent: 5. neck + ❤️ lovingly, a little nibble { To Evil Rick from Weird Rick }

Aside from his lab, there was another room in the bunker Rick spent a decent amount of time in and, as odd as it might sound, it was the small kitchen the underground complex was equipped with. He didn't spend nowhere near as much time there as he did on his experiments. Those could keep him occupied for days in a row and he usually didn't stepped out until he was done, unless his partner came to get him for one reason or another.

Instead, he never remained around the kitchen for more than a few hours. The time to whip together enough food for a week and then leave it in stasis, so that it could stay as fresh as if it had been just made once retrieved.

Truth to be told, it wasn't something that he necessarily needed to do. He ate less than a normal human being, so he didn't need two full meals per day. As for his alternate, he could have easily gotten his food elsewhere...as long as he did not attempt to cook it himself. After the first and last time he had tried, the other had been strictly forbidden from touching the stove or the oven. For good reasons.

Rick flipped the content of one of the pans he was handling with practised ease, almost without looking. He wouldn't have admitted it out aloud, not without being prompted and prodded about the subject, but preparing meals was a habit he had picked up back when he and his Morty were still together. He wasn't the nostalgic type and hardly ever cared of things that were no more or could never be, but there were a few exceptions to that rule.

And it was no coincidence that almost all said exceptions were linked to the same person.

The sudden feeling of a pair of lips pressing against the side of his neck, where a little smear of blood had remained from his previous activity, brought his focus back to the present. His grip, however, didn't falter and neither did the movements of his hands, not even when his partner's teeth sank lightly into his flesh, delivering a slightly stinging nip, not too rough but firm enough to leave a small, red mark.

"I-Is something the matter, beloved?" He asked in his usual monotone voice, As he kept stirring the vegetables with one hand and scooping up the butter with the other.

In truth the question was almost rhetorical because most of the time his alternate didn't have a reason to bother him. He just did, whenever he was bored with what he had been doing or whenever he was in the mood for company. From the way those arms wrapped around his middle, not too tightly but firmly, Rick deduced that this time it had to be the latter thing.

Without a word and hardly glancing back, he lifted the wooden spoon he had been using to stir and delivered a little taste of food to his partner's awaiting mouth.

"T-The next time we go out, I need to stop by the galaxy we travelled through last week. I need a new test subject of the same species since the one we had collected is dead. I might have been too...aggressive in my exploration of the insides of his cranium."

#[ ic :: Evil Rick ]#&& Prime/Weird Rick #[ You're my obsession. I'm your possession :: Evil Rick & Weird Rick ]#[ v. Are you sick like me? ; canon div :: Evil Rick ]#mcltiples #[[ yet another episode of 'how to bother your partner while he's working' x'D ]]#[[ but I changed the setting bc Evil Rick isn't constantly in the lab x3 ]]#[[ and we know well who's the one who can cook in that relationship x'DDD ]]#[[ also I think that this is the most domestic shit I've ever written for them omg ]]#;; queue

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countlessrealities · 1 year

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@mcltiples sent: ❝ I’m having a party for two.❞ { To Evil Rick from Weird Rick -- i think this is his way of propositioning to drink with him xD } Drinking starters || Accepting !

The air in the lab was always a few degrees colder than it was comfortable, a necessary measure to make sure that the several substances and organic materials wouldn’t spoil or react when pulled out of their compartments. Together with the pungent chemical smell, it left an unpleasant sting on the skin.

Anyone else might have been bothered by it after hours of working on their feet, but Rick didn’t personally mind. He was used to the cold, from the too many years he had spent in space, living inside his spaceship with the heating system at minimum to save fuel and energy. As for the smell, he almost liked it. It was familiar and by now he associated it with pleasant ways to pass his time, wrapped in his experiments and side projects.

The voice that cut through the silence, so similar to his own, found him carefully mixing the contents of a few vials, chemicals he had extracted from the last being he had vivisected less than an hour before.

He finished counting the drops of solvent he was adding to one of the vials and then turned around, grey blue eyes quickly locking on his partner where the latter was leaning against the wall, just past the threshold of the automatic doors.

“A-Am I to assume that I’m the other guest to that party?” He asked, tone as blank as per usual, but he was already moving to cap the vials and put his tools away. “W-What prompted it? Bored already, Rick?”

Once he was done, he brushed his hands against the rough cloth of his lab coat and made his way towards his alternate, stopping in front of him, less than a step between their bodies.

He tilted his head on one side. This wasn’t the first time he caught his partner quietly watching him. The other seemed to like doing it, for reasons that Rick didn’t fully understand. It always made him wonder.

“H-How long have you been here for?”

#[ interactions :: Evil Rick ]#&& Prime/Weird Rick #[ v. Are you sick like me? ; canon div :: Evil Rick ]#mcltiples #[[ since I'll switch blogs soon I thought to put the ask on this one ]]#[[ it makes no sense to move it after a couple of replies ]]#[[ Evil Rick being like 'I know you've been there for a while' ]]#[[ he doesn't even know what Weird Rick wants but he's already rolling with it xD ]]

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countlessrealities · 1 year

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@mcltiples sent: 👀 { To Evil Rick from Weird Rick // ofc he wants the dirty fantasy 🤭} send 👀 for a dirty GRUESOME thought and/or fantasy my muse has had about yours || no longer accepting

It's one of the rare nights when Rick isn't tucked away in his lab, working on this or that project. However, despite how much he relishes in the cold quietness of the room that has become his domain, he can't forget that he isn't on his own anymore. He has a owner now, a partner, and he deserves his attention and presence more than any of his experiments.

Usually his alternate can entertain himself, even when he spends his evening in their bunker. And, if he decides that he doesn't want to, he comes to fetch him and do with him as he pleases.

That's another difference between their routine and today. His partner hasn't come looking for his company. Rick has decided to offer it of his own free will. It's not the first time, but it's definitely not a common occurrence either.

Without a word, Rick carries two glasses over the couch, filled with a generous amount of the ale they have stolen during their last interdimensional trip. The liquor is stronger than any variety that can be find on Earth and its flavour is a well-balanced combination of sweet and sour. It also leaves on the tongue a light, sizzling metallic after taste, which is perhaps the part he likes best.

Taking a seat, he presses one of the glasses in his alternate's hand, before downing half of his own in one go. Gray blue eyes slide close for an instant, to allow him to savour that final sting, and then they open again, locking on his partner's face.

"R-Rick," he starts, shifting closer until he can comfortably press his chest against the other's side. "There's something I want to share with you."

One of his arms slides over the edge of the couch, elbow bending so that his fingers can reach those blue locks, studiously playing with them. The hand that is holding his glass casually rests on his alternate's thighs, slowly rubbing one through the thick fabric of the other's trousers.

His expression is mostly blank as per usual, but there's a dark hint in his eyes. Cold and cutting, but also relentless and avid, almost ravenous. Like the gravity of a black hole.

"I-I was thinking about you, earlier." His voice is just slightly louder than a whisper, but it's enough for his words to be perfectly audible as they are evenly breathed in his partner's ear. "S-Strapped on one of mine operating tables, naked, in place of the being I was vivisecting."

His tone grows darker at that matching the eerie look in his eyes.

"I-I'd use this little serum I've been developing...i-it should slow down your regeneration enough to let me take my time with you."

One of his personal side projects, the ones he doesn't tell his alternate about unless he has a good reason to.

"I-I'd start with a classic, a Y incision on your torso. Detach your skin and pectoral to expose your ribs. Open up your abdomen like a box full of presents."

He can see it so, so vividly. The blood spilling over from the cuts, bright red over paling skin. The way the muscles would contract, the pulsing of the intestines, the lungs expanding and emptying with every breath.

His lips brush the shell of his partner's ear. He tilts his head just a little, enough to graze the lobe with his teeth.

"I'd dig my hands in your guts, wrap your small intestine around my wrist. L-Like a shackle, keeping me where I belong. Deep inside you, deeper than anyone else will ever go. An-And I'get as many tastes as I want."

The smell of blood filling the air like incense. Its slickness warm and tick on his tongue as he would bend to lap it off his partner's ribs. The throbbing of the organs under his fingertips.

"M-Maybe I'll take a few minutes to play with you, touch all your sensitive spots from the inside. See if you like is as much."

It wouldn't be sexual for him, just curiosity. He's always eager to study his alternate, body and mind. See how he works, what makes him tick, psychically and emotionally.

"T-Then I'd move back up, cut your sternum in half, pull your ribs open. Take away your last line of defense, and then you'd be completely open to me. At my mercy, vulnerable."

That's something his partner never is. With his genius, his regenerative abilities and his technology, he is untouchable. As only true gods can be. And yet he has chosen to allow him, his property, his willing possession, to see and taste and touch and smell and hear him in such an exposed state.

The fingers he's been using to toy with the other's hair moves lower, nails pushing in the flesh, hard enough to leave red marks in their passing. What he is being offered is a gift, a unique one, and he means to treasure it by showing all his dark devotion.

"I-I'll worship you, down to your bones. As every godly being should be. I'll touch everything my hands can reach, cut through what stands in my way to reach what they can't. I'll tear into your lungs, breath the air that fills them. I'll rip your aorta open, let your blood soak my face."

By now his mouth his fully pressed against his alternat's ear, hot breath caressing the skin, sliding down towards the neck.

"I'll keep your heart for last. I want your mind, Rick, you know that." The fingers that had been digging into that neck are suddenly wrapped around the throat, squeezing hard enough to make breathing a bit harder. "B-But I'll take what I'm given, while I wait for it. I'll hold it in my hand, to feel it pulsing, tightening my grip to feel it struggling."

The his grasp moves, from his partner's neck to his jaw, forcing him to turn his head so their eyes can meet.

"An-And then I'll push my face inside your chest, let you swallow all my sense and I'll sink my teeth right into it. Make your feel that you'll be mine just as much as I'm yours."

#[ ic :: Evil Rick ]#&& Prime/Weird Rick #[ v. Are you sick like me? ; canon div :: Evil Rick ]#[ You're my obsession. I'm your possession :: Evil Rick & Weird Rick ]#mcltiples #gore tw #violence tw #blood tw #[[ don't mind the mandatory edit of the meme description xD ]]#[[ can't be any other way with Evil Rick x3 ]]#[[ and to think that this is their version of foreplay omg ]]#[[ another proof that they are perfect for each other x3 ]]#[[ also the way he sits and leans on Weird Rick would have been flirty if it had been someone else ]]#[[ but of course Evil Rick makes it look creepy af -sigh- ]]

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countlessrealities · 1 year

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@mcltiples sent: 💋 { To Evil Rick from Weird Rick xD } Send ‘💋’ in my inbox to get a kiss from my muse || VERY selectively accepting

There was something enticing in the smell of burning that rose from the debris of a building, a city, a world you had just finished destroying. The scent was pungent, to the point of irritating the eyes, and yet the light stinging just made it more soothing. Comfortable, familiar, intimate even.

And how could have it not? Violence was the one and only language the universe had taught him, since the very start. It came as natural as breathing to him.

Rick wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, even if, more than taking away the sweat, he mostly obtained to smear more dark green blood over his skin. That day his partner had woken up in a cheerful mood and he had been more than happier to indulge him when he had asked him if they could go out, instead of spending the day inside as he usually did. He had even let him choose the "activity" for their outing.

And that was how they had ended up exterminating a whole village. Rick had initially planned to just capture a couple of specimens and see if he could get out of their glands a rare chemical he had been studying. Even if he never said no to the chance of soaking himself in fresh blood, that didn't mean that he gave into the urge as often.

However, one of them had had the terrible idea of putting up too much resistance and he had wounded his alternate. A small cut, nothing more than a slightly deep scratch, that had healed instantly. Yet, that had still been an unforgivable mistake, enough to push him to rethink his plans.

Cold gray blue eyes swept over the devastated landscape before landing on his partner. The other wasn't as drenched in blood as he was, but it was obvious that he had gotten his hands very dirty too. Metaphorically and literally.

Silent as a ghost, Rick dropped the piece of flesh that he was still holding and covered the distance that separated them, coming to a halt in front of his alternate. He took a moment to study how the green stood out against those handsome, sharp features before focusing his gaze on a particular blood stain.

"R-Rick. Be still," he spoke in his usual flat tone. It wasn't a command, but more of a firm request. Trying to order the other around would have been pointless. His partner always did whatever he wanted.

Once he had made sure that his alternate would comply, he took his face between his palms and leant in, as to kiss him. His mouth, however, didn't land on those lips, but on the tip of the other's nose. It wasn't a real kiss, more like a pressure, and the reason behind the gesture became clear when his tongue pushed past his lips to lick off the blood that was covering the skin of that particular spot.

The alien blood left an acrid taste in his mouth, too strong and unpleasant, but it didn't bother him. Just as he paid no mind to the possibility that it might have been poisonous. It fed the ever-starving darkest parts of his being and that was enough for him.

Without further delay, he dropped his hands and took a step back, moving out of his partner's personal space. "I-I'm done here. We can head back, if you want."

#[ ic :: Evil Rick ]#&& Prime/Weird Rick #[ v. Are you sick like me? ; canon div :: Evil Rick ]#[ You're my obsession. I'm your possession :: Evil Rick & Weird Rick ]#mcltiples #[[ I tried to make it sort of cute but ]]#[[ this two are impossible xD ]]#[[ if there's not something creepy in the scene it just doesn't work -facepalm- ]]

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countlessrealities · 1 year

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{ @mcltiples || To Evil Rick from Weird Rick // someone decided to skip the science and go straight for the romantic route xD }

Inside of the lab, Rick decides to sneak up on his partner. He stood behind him, curling his arms around the other's waist, pulling closer to his own body. His chin rested on a shoulder. Comfortable and pleased with the positioning. If it were reminiscent of a romantic embrace, it was mostly due to his own instincts and the fact he could show off the gift easily.

In his hands, that were settled around Evil Rick's stomach, was a black velvety box. The clasp to it shone a silvery grey. It wouldn't stay closed for long. As the top of it opened, showing off a dark blue gem in the middle of a ring. The band itself a metallic black. Dark enough to show one's reflection.

"Do you like it, kitten?"

The feeling of a body, warm and by now beyond familiar, pressing against his back caused Rick to stop mid-gesture, the blade he was about to use freezing mid air. He instinctively tensed, but only for the briefest moment, because that interruption, while unpredictable, wasn't completely unexpected. Between the mistletoe episode of the day before and the obnoxious Christmas jingles that had been playing in the background all day long, he had grasped that his partner was in a festive mood.

Or, more accurately, that the other was in the mood to mock all the holiday clichés he could think of. From the decorations to the music to the traditions.

What Rick hadn't anticipated was to be faced with a present. Maybe, if it had been a mock one, meant to be yet another joke, he wouldn't have felt so caught off guard. It would have been in theme with everything else his alternate had done so far. Yet, even just looking at the box, he could tell that this was no prank. What he was looking at was a genuine, thoughtful gift.

Gray blue eyes flew sideways, catching a glimpse of the face set right next to his own, but then quickly dropped down once again when the lid was lifted, revealing the beautifully crafted ring.

Silence stretched between them as he momentarily ignored the other's question, choosing to take the box out of his partner's hand instead. His fingers plucked the jewel out of it, lifting it so that he could examine it more closely. The gem caught the whiteness of the artificial lights, shining as if it had been shining on its own, while his own blank stare looked back at him from the perfectly smooth black band.

His cybernetic eye measure the inner diameter of the ring in a split second, showing that it was the exact same of the fourth fingers of his own left hand. The spot usually reserved for wedding rings, with the exception that he would be the only one to wear it, in line with the imbalanced nature of their relationship.

The symbolism, while not overly open, wasn't lost to him. It was yet another way to mark him as taken, owned. A mark that would be there for everyone to see and understand. He briefly wondered why a ring, of all things, when there were stronger ways to remind the universe whom he belonged to, but he quickly discarded the question. He would take what he was given, as per usual.

The jewel slid easily along his finger, until it came to rest in the spot where it was supposed to be, hugging his flesh and bone with the exact amount of pressure that told him that it had found the spot where it was supposed to be. Yet another piece of the leash he had willingly put on himself and then handed to his alternate.

The corner of lips twitched upwards, in the shadow of a more than rare smile. Not a crazed smirk, not a sadistic grin. The closest thing to an actual smile his features were capable of.

"Yes," came the quiet answer, as he turned his head to be able to look at his partner once again. "Y-You have an oddly good eyes for aesthetics, Rick."

Perhaps the statement held a little jab, but there was no sharpness in it, especially as he let himself relax, even if imperceptibly, against the body embracing him. His hands covered his partner's fingers sliding between the other's. Not really intertwined by close enough.

"Thank you."

From where it was strapped on the operating table set in front of them, paralysed by an agent that left it completely conscious and able to experience every sensation, Rick's latest test subject let out a muffled sound of confused distress. It was quiet, but not quiet enough. Quicker than a heartbeat, the hand with the ring picked up the blade that had been set aside and slashed the creature's throat open in one smooth movement.

Splatters of dark purple sprayed his skin and the front of his clothes, painting his fingers and staining the gem. It was a little of a waste, but it didn't matter. He could still harvest what he had meant to extract and he could find another live specimen easily enough. He would deal with it later in any case.

Rick nestled his head in the crook of his alternate's neck. "...T-Turn off that irking music or I will cut your head off."

#[ ic :: Evil Rick ]#&& Prime/Weird Rick #[ v. Are you sick like me? ; canon div :: Evil Rick ]#[ You're my obsession. I'm your possession :: Evil Rick & Weird Rick ]#mcltiples #[[ I think Evil Rick got caught off guard for a moment by THAT ]]#[[ it's not the kind of present he was expecting ]]#[[ I'm crying because he was about to ask 'why not a collar' but he didn't xD ]]#[[ I guess this is their version of sappy -shrug emoji- ]]

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countlessrealities · 1 year

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@mcltiples sent: "I’m in love with you." { To Evil Rick from Weird Rick // i guess he felt the need to say this xD } Send "I’m in love with you." to see how my muse reacts.

The words had been spoken out of the blue, with no warning or preamble. Nothing in the current circumstances could have suggested that such an admission could come, especially not when they had spent the last half an hour in almost complete silence.

Rick was sitting in one of the chairs, absorbed in the book he was leafing through, while his partner was sprawled on the couch, watching what he assumed being some kind of TV show. Perhaps if he had paid more attention to what was happening on the screen, he might have gotten an inkling that a declaration might be coming, but he had hardly spared it a glance when he had stepped in the living room.

His hand froze mid-gesture, the half-turned page firmly held in his fingers. Grey blue eyes left the written words to land on his alternate's figure, as a hint of confusion curled his lips in a brief frown. This wasn't the first time the other had made that claim, and yet it always caught him off guard. He still wasn't used to it, just as he wasn't used to the puzzling mix of emotions that it elicited inside him.

Not to mention that it always left him feeling lacking since he was unable to return those feelings. That last thought, however, was something he didn't allow himself to linger on. After all, his partner had made it clear since the start that he didn't care if he was biologically unable to feel the same. He didn't need it because in his opinion Rick made up for it in plenty of other ways.

"Y-Yes, you made me aware of that, Rick," he spoke up after a few moments of silence. "An-And I treasure it like the unique gift it is."

Setting the book down on the table, Rick silently stood up, making his way to the couch and moving to take a seat in the spot that was still unoccupied. There hadn't been a request for him to do so, not even an implicit one, but his researches had taught him that this sort of talks required intimacy. Something that was hard to achieve with a several feet separating them.

His gaze touched the TV with evident disinterest that, however, quickly turned into sharp focus as he moved it on his partner.

"C-Can I ask what brought it up?"

#[ ic :: Evil Rick ]#&& Prime/Weird Rick #[ v. Are you sick like me? ; canon div :: Evil Rick ]#[ You're my obsession. I'm your possession :: Evil Rick & Weird Rick ]#mcltiples #[[ I wonder if Evil Rick will ever stopped being confused by this xD ]]#[[ every time Weird Rick says that stuff he goes '???' for a moment ]]#[[ also up to you but I find it funny to think that Weird Rick is watching one of his rom coms xD ]]

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