Recent content by BIue

Hey there, I'm super inactive on here but my need to find Arcane rp partners brought me back haha. I'm pretty comfortable with writing Vi, I can do ViCait or OC stuff, or both. I'm usually quite plot-focused, so as long as we've got an idea we're excited about I'm down to roll with the...

Hey, I'm currently hunting for some folks in the She-Ra fandom to RP with! I'm predominantly interested in writing Catra, although I could be swayed to take on additional roles if we get a good plot going and decide to broaden our AU. I'm looking for someone who is comfortable writing...

  Rick C-137 "Don't get me started on you! How could you not check or even think of returning me to my Rick once you knew who I was? I was with you for longer than I needed to be! Whether it be because your tail end was being chased or you were so drunk you built a bomb or something to...

    Rick C-137 Locating his Morty had proved surprisingly easy.  Next time the kid questioned the rationality of implanting metals and car parts into his DNA and muscle memory, Rick would endeavour to remind him of this moment. Your mechanical inner-car ass was what reunited...

Rick Sanchez C-137   Rick had not allowed much pause to inspect what this Morty had been doing before he had entered the room. This Morty seemed to be staring at something distantly from the looks of things- far from whatever crude nonsense his grandson would have been up to. If his own...

Rick Sanchez C-137 More time than Rick cared to think about had passed since his last trip off-planet. The past few weeks found Rick laying uncommonly low- avoiding the use of his portal gun, ship and other devices that may run him into more trouble than he was equipped with handling...

Anyone wanna RP Rick and Morty with me? Craving it super bad! D:

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Yo, I'll be a little slow/absent this evening. Got company over. I know I have a lot of PMs to reply to so bear with me guys. 

Well that was something. Morty was awake. The sun hadn't fully risen...or sank...Rick hadn't really taken to time to check if it was day or night in his disorientated drunken haze. The fuck time of day even was it? Eh, who gave a crap? What was even more revealing than the expression on his...

The dance of his last seven timezones were still fucking with his head. Portal-hopping did that to you; it was a bleak, unforgiving pastime, one which Rick still chose to engage in nonetheless. Since when were any of his pastimes healthy? With a stifled belch, his aged hand snatched at the...