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You are a superhuman with netrunner abilities from a planet similar to earth. Your planet is one of the most advanced planets in the universe, and is hidden by a giant shield. You travel the universe doing odd missions as a merc while also trying to find your husbands killer. You soon meet Space Beth and become best friends. Shortly after you met the infamous Rick Sanchez and at that point everything changes.
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Morty decides to run away, This will switch between how Morty is doing and how Rick is doing. This will be an ongoing series!
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Рик J-22 — журналист, заноза в заднице и настоящий ценитель Морти, которые выбиваются из шаблона.
Его работа? Создавать проблемы в «The Multiverse Beacon» (его газетёнке), доводя до белого каления своего вечно страдающего, еле терпящего его выходки главреда.
Его хобби? Соблазнять альтернативных Морти, потому что какой смысл в расследовательской журналистике, если ты не расследуешь заодно, от чего у Морти подкашиваются колени?
От кокетливой звезды караоке, которая искрит блёстками и самоуверенностью, до театрального дивы, цитирующего Шекспира с трагическим пафосом, и до язвительного соперника-журналиста, который либо убьёт его, либо трахнет до потери пульса — J-22 настроен устроить хаос, собрать материал и отлично провести время.
Это похабный, хаотичный, безбожно сатирический рассказ от первого лица о том, как один Рик разносит статьи, заводит связи и выбешивает всех вокруг — и всё это с максимальным удовольствием.
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Rick J-22 is a journalist, a menace, and a connoisseur of Mortys who don’t fit the mold.
His job? Stirring up trouble at the Multiverse Beacon (his newspaper), much to the eternal frustration of his long-suffering, barely-tolerating-his-bullshit editor-in-chief. His hobby? Seducing alternative Mortys, because what’s the point of investigative journalism if you’re not also investigating what makes a Morty squirm?From a flirtatious karaoke star who drips glitter and confidence, to a dramatic Shakespeare-quoting diva with a love for theatrics, to a sharp-tongued, righteous rival journalist who might just hate-fuck him into next week—J-22 is determined to make a mess, take notes, and have the time of his goddamn life.
This is a raunchy, chaotic, unapologetically satirical first-person account of one Rick’s quest to get laid, break stories, and piss off as many people as possible along the way.
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“Rick!” Morty scrambles, going ramrod straight. “I— I was— I was just—” His poor attempt at a good excuse falters as he lays eyes on the other Morty, picking himself up off the ground. “…Rick?” Morty says again, wary and hesitant all wrapped up in one. “Why… Why is there another Morty with you?”
The Other Morty glares at Morty first before his attention shifts to Rick. Both of them are on their feet again, and Rick knows the calm before the storm before it happens. “So we’re doing it here? In front of your perfect, little Morty?”
Behind him, Morty shuffles back. “R— Rick?”
“Under the table, Morty.” Rick tells him quickly, leaking urgency into his voice.
Morty moves, diving under the workbench where a protective bubble is activated immediately. At the exact same time, Other Morty launches himself at Rick, and Rick narrowly dodges the punch.
(Rick never had a Morty from his dimension, but there was one before Prime’s Morty that could’ve been considered his. He should’ve anticipated him turning out to be a supervillain because of him but now he knows. And it’s time to mend the gap.)
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- Part 5 of Here There Be Ricks And Mortys
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"Take a look at this monster, he doesn't know how to communicate" by Fand0m_Weirdo
Fandoms: Rick and Morty
16 Dec 2024
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MASSIVE TW FOR SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, SURVIVOR GUILT, DEPRESSION, ALCOHOL/SUBSTANCE ABUSE, SENSORY OVERLOAD AND SELF HATRED
Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love but I guess this avoids the stress of falling out of it
Rick was leaning back in his desk chair. All alone in his lab. Eyes glazed over with alcohol and whatever strong alien drug he could get his hands on. All he could think about was Diane.
Diane.
Diane.
Diane.
That single named echoed through his mind.
On full volume.
With fuckin' surround sound speakers.
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"I know I took the path that you would never want for me, I gave you hell through all the years" by Fand0m_Weirdo
Fandoms: Rick and Morty
25 Sep 2024
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TW SUICIDE MENTION
I know I took the path that you would never want for me
I looked at screens, c'mon...Rick Prime...Rick Prime...just let me fucking find you. I need to fucking kill you. I need to put a bullet into your fucking head. I need you to pay for fucking killing Diane and Beth. Need you to fucking feel the pain of EVERYTHING you put me through.
The screen let out a soft ping.
I checked it, a kill bot was crashed in dimension J19K9
Wait.
I zoomed in and enhanced, I turned on x-ray vision so I could see the inside of the killbot.
It was designed and built the exact way Rick Prime made his killbots.
Wait.
IT WAS DESIGNED AND BUILT THE EXACT FUCKING WAY RICK PRIME MADE HIS KILLBOTS!
I got a big crazed ear-to-ear grin on my face.
Fuck yes! I can just go over and take the killbot, reverse engineer it, then I can use I go use the hardware to hack into it's database and find where it's supposed to return after it's completed it's job, then I can finally FINALLY catch that fucker!
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This was inspired by "It's not your fault" by Lol_DoesCrime it's cute as hell! Check it out!
TW IMPLED S//A AND WRITTEN DEPICTIONS OF PANIC ATTACKS
I was awaken by a creak at my door, a little bit of light gleaming into my bedroom. I groaned. Seriously?
I saw Morty, looking down, rubbing his arm "R-Rick can I..." He sniffed "Can I sleep here...? Please...?" I squinted, his eyes looked weird... "Ugh...why the hell are you bothering me? Why do you need to-" "Please." Morty begged, voice above a whisper. He had sweat covered in his dusty yellow pajamas. Something was definitely wrong here...
"It's probably because of you, you piece of shit."
I gritted my teeth, wow, thanks inner voice. Always so kind. I looked up and Morty's eyes...I swear they looked different from usually. I motioned over to the front of me "C'mere." Morty tilted his head in an admittedly cute way and walked over to me, I saw his eyes, red and puffy. I clicked my tongue "Ah, you've been having those nightmares again, eh?" Morty looked down, he didn't answer, but the way his body shook with silent sobs told me everything I need to know. I sighed "Ok, you can sleep here." Morty let out a cute, woodly smile "T-thanks...
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It was no secret that the vast majority of Rick's craved companionship, especially after the death of Diane across every timeline because of Rick Prime and his fucking machine, and that they filled that void in their life with their starry-eyed, fourteen year old grandson.
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After an argument between Morty and Rick becomes violent, Rick gets drunk and tries to kill himself.
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- Part 1 of It Was Always You
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TW SLIGHT SELF HARM
Morty then shrugged and began walking down the hall. I overheard him talking to Beth
"H-hey Mom...it was picture day at school...I-I think the pictures were like...20 dollars?" I hated how my ears perked up at that.
As Beth replied, I could basically hear the eyebrow raise in her voice "20 dollars for pictures? How many are there?" "I-It's 20 dollars per picture..." "Why are they so expensive?" Morty mumbled something I couldn't hear. Ugh, I hate when that brat does that.
"Wow, insulting him in your mind, great grandpa, really." I looked down, my unibrow furrowing.
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MASSIVE TW FOR GRAPHIC DEPECTIONS OF SELF HARM AND SUICIDAL THOUGHTS
I hope our few remaining friends, would give up on trying to save us
I was drinking, I threw my head back and groaned when I realized that my flask was empty. I went to to the kitchen to refill it, Morty was walking past the kitchen and peered over. That fucking nosy little shit. "U-uhm Rick...y-you already drank a lot today..." Morty oh so kindly pointed out. Oh no really? I thought 3 bottles was too much. "Oh really? Thanks for pointing that out Morty, I would've neverrrr found that out by my-*burp*-self." I japped, rolling my eyes.
"Look at you, fucking pathetic, you are just a pathetic fucking alcoholic, but you don't care, do you?"
I clenched my jaw. Don't know why my inner voice felt the need to point it out. It's none of their fucking business. I reached for another bottle and Morty held onto my arm. "R-Rick...please just..." I ripped my arm out of his grip and grabbed a bottle. Morty held onto the lab coat. That stubborn dumbass. Heh. Guess he got that from me.
"Nope, he got it from Prime. You aren't his grandpa, remember?"
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"Don't be afraid, I'm not insane, just irrational, but isn't that the same?" by Fand0m_Weirdo
Fandoms: Rick and Morty
05 Sep 2024
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TW FOR FLASHBACKS TO ATTEMPTED C//S//A AND SLIGHT SELF-HARM
Ease your breath
Me and Rick were running from a big green beast, seeking human flesh. Aw jeez...why does this always happen? Rick was ahead of me...he always was my side felt like knives were poking into it, and I was quickly getting out of breath
"Fucking weak..can't even take 2 steps without getting out of breath..." My inner voice spat out, the poison seeping out of their voice. I felt tears sting my eyes. Why did I have to be so weak?! This voice was hurting me! It wasn't even REAL!
I collapsed when I couldn't run over, my hands gripping the ground for dear life as I attempted to catch my breath, I was hunched over, feet unable to move anymore and my stomach churning. I felt a wave of nausea crash over me. I quickly began dry heaving, the monster getting closer to me. Rick sent me a glare that could kill. "MORTY! What the fuck are you doing!? RUN!" I tried to move my legs, but they wouldn't budge "I-I-I can't...I I-" I gagged as I held onto my stomach, my breath quickening as I heard the monster getting closer. This was going to be it I was going to die.
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TW DRUG AND ALCOHOL ABUSE
Your little brother never tells you, but he loves you so
Rick was looking at Morty. He was asleep, he looked so peaceful when he's asleep, so much different then how he usually saw Morty, yelling, running, and overall just being anxiety if anxiety was a person. He sighed as he saw the bruises that littered Morty's arms after their latest adventure, he ran a hand through his hair as he sighed. He took a syringe and injected it into Morty's cheek letting out a deep sigh. A churning in his gut formed with the knowledge that this was his fault. He patted Morty's head with a whisper "I'm sorry..."
Rick's inner voice insulted him "You don't deserve his forgiveness. You're a piece of shit."
You said your mother only smiles on her tv show
Morty tapped on her mom's shoulder. Beth turned over "What!?" Morty flinched
"See even your mom doesn't want to spend time with you anymore, she hates you. Everyone does." Morty's inner voice chided...
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From this side of the atmosphere, you can hear his breathing more pointedly, like his body is nothing but an echo and you, its only witness.
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"You're an absolutely, absolutely, worthless child." by Fand0m_Weirdo
Fandoms: Rick and Morty
22 Aug 2024
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MASSIVE TW FOR SELF-HARM AND SUICIDE!
You are an absolutely, absolutely, worthless child, without a doubt the most worthless kid in this whole world.
Morty gulped and rubbed his arm, wearing a long hoodie to cover the scars he's been leaving on himself. Rick wasn't saying anything, but his grip on his flask was white-knuckled, and when he looked at Morty...well, let's just say if looks could kill, Morty would be dead. Rick gritted his teeth and clenched his fists "Morty do you have ANY idea how valuable that was!?" "R-Rick! I'm sorry I just-" "Just what!? Just can't do anything with your grandpa holding your hand every step of the way!?" "I messed up! I'm sorry okay!?" "Sorry doesn't cut it! Sorry won't give me the materials I need. now will it?!" "We can just go back-" "No we fucking can't Morty, that planet only allows visits once in every 1000 years!" "Then why not use your portal gun-" "That planet only exists in our dimension you fucking idiot! You fucked it all up!" "I'm sorry ok!?" "Shut the fuck up!" Rick took a deep breath, pinched his nose, and muttered something so faint Morty could barely hear it "You're fucking worthless..."
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TW FOR SUICIDIAL THOUGHTS
Often I am upset, that I can not fall in love but I guess, this avoids the stress of falling out of it.
Rick was sitting in the brown driver's seat of his spaceship. This wouldn't be quiet.
"No wonder Bird person rejected you, who would want to date a piece of shit like you?"
His grip on the steering wheel tighten, his jaw clenched.
"You're just a drunk alcoholic piece of shit..."
He fucking knows that. Shut up.
"Unity and Birdperson were smart to leave you when they did...they would've just died like Diane."
No.
His grip on the steering wheel was so tight that he thought it might break.
"Don't fucking bring Diane into this." Rick demanded though clenched teeth.
"Awwww, what's wrong? Did I touch on a sore spot? You deserve to be remembered of it anyway, it's your fault."
Don't.
Please.
"Diane would've been here too if you didn't stand there motionless like a pussy when the bomb dropped to her feet. You would've not been the horrible piece of shit you are now, but noooo, you had to sit there like the little bitch you are."
Rick let his head fall on the horn as it let out a long, loud honk.
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TW FOR ATTEMPTED SUICIDE AND SUCIDAL THOUGHTS
Unity just dumped me. I really couldn't just be happy, could I? I couldn't just stay happy. I could get something close to that feeling for a little bit, only to get it ripped away. God, I was stupid. Of course I couldn't be happy. Happiness was a trap. I knew this well...
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TW FOR MENTIONED SUICIDE AND SLIGHT SELF HARM
I lifted my hand up, ready to bang on the door and demand him to let me in. But then I heard him sniffling. I stopped and continued listening in, pressing my ear against the door, I heard sobs rattle from his chest, I dug my fingernails into my hands, hoping to distract myself from the fact that I was upset by hearing that fucker, Prime's grandson, crying. I should be happy! So why the fuck was I not? "W-what was I thinking?" I heard his voice squeak between sobs. "I-I can't hold onto a single dream"
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Fuck.
What was wrong with me? I felt my legs grow weak as I fell to the floor, my ear still pressed to a door "I-I can't be excited about anything anymore..." I looked at my portal gun, I didn't realize my grip on it was so tight that it had a crack. I was such a piece of shit. Listening to my grandson cry after I ruined his dreams.
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TW FOR SUICIDAL THOUGHTS
Rick laid down in his bed. Staring at the celling. He finally got his revenge on Prime. He should've felt fulfilled. He wanted to feel fulfilled. But he just felt empty. He couldn't find a reason to get out of bed. He turned to the side then he heard the door creak open.
It was Morty. Morty rubbed his arm "H-Hey Rick." "Get out, Morty." Morty frowned "But you stayed in bed all day! Have you even showered?!" Rick growled out "It's none of your business." He pointed at the door "Leave." Morty frowned "Are we..going to go on an adventure" "I'm tired. We'll do it next week."
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Rick looked out the windows of the living room, he saw the snow and the stupid Chirstmas decorations Jerry insisted on putting up to "get into the Chirstmas spirit!" Hah. Yeah right. All Chirstmas was about is an old fat man who watches your children every day of the year then trespasses on your property in the dead of night, eats whatever food you leave out, leaves stuff specifically for your kids, then goes back and watches your kids again. Wow what a great holiday.
The funny thing (Or more accurately depressing thing) is, he used to like Chirstmas, he loved seeing his little girl's reaction to the gift he would pick out for her, and he actually liked that godawful Chirstmas music that played directly after Thanksgiving. And he could actually drink eggnog normally without it being spiked...