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wcrdplay.bsky.social
to love and be loved is like feeling the sun from both sides
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𝐖𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨

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dyingpasts.bsky.social
“ oh ? do we have an artist in the family ? “ interest piqued—expression softening even further. 𖬺 another light chuckle.

“ do you mind showing ? maybe we can frame some, if you’d like. “

mask further slipping, but since he continues, he doesn’t care.
midnightdemises.bsky.social
"i've been good‼️ i . . . i have been reading more. and drawing pictures. i like drawing pictures," she replied, appearing a little bit confused by his reaction.

lizzie was still unaware this was her father from another timeline. . . she was just happy to talk to somebody who didn't yell at her.
dyingpasts.bsky.social
“ that’s my girl. “ he muses with a light chuckle.

an accidental slip… but really, this is still his daughter at the end of the day. respective timeline or not.

“ other than mr. chips being a hotdog loving fish, how have you been as of late ? “
dyingpasts.bsky.social
pass his mind once again. which has him now gripping the door, as if close to locking her back in again.
dyingpasts.bsky.social
he doesn’t know if he should be offended that the chief is silently alluding to him being stupid, or that everyone disobeyed his simple order.

“ … “ looking at the commander, he then looks back at the amphibian—another couple vivid flashes. ( →→ )
dyingpasts.bsky.social
emphasis on thing * as the guard points at the amphibian with a scowl, like her mere existence was pissing him off.

❛ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙢𝙧. 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩. ❜

morty registers rick’ words… and really. ( →→ )
dyingpasts.bsky.social
❛ 𝙪𝙢, 𝙣𝙤 .ᐣ 𝙨𝙞𝙧, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜. ❜ the commander in chief rick is quick to pitch in, turning around; as did the rest of the guards, and took strides over to where the president stood.

❛ 𝙬𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙯𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨. ❜ a heavy. ( →→ )
lilypadhopping.bsky.social
watching his every move silently with wide eyes. froggy was far from anticipating what he was doing. her entire body was trembling. . . but when the rick guards turned around, froggy blinked in surprise and peered around anxiously. once the door to the containment room was open, froggy waddled --
dyingpasts.bsky.social
“ … “

in any situation, he’d order the guards to line up their guns and fire until pronounced dead, or until morty was satisfied.

after all, what was unidentified was linked to her, something he had never came across. a looming threat.

fast. ( →→ )
dyingpasts.bsky.social
𝓐𝗹𝗲𝘅𓈒 IM GIGGLING SO MUCH
midnightdemises.bsky.social
mary 🔔

EVIL RICK GETTING A LOBOTOMY ON FATHER'S DAY. 💯💯🔥
dyingpasts.bsky.social
𝓐𝗹𝗲𝘅𓈒 the duality of my muses on fathers day.

older pres, gives a meaningful and thoughtful gift to rick:

current pres, gives rick a lobotomy:
dyingpasts.bsky.social
𝓐𝗹𝗲𝘅𓈒 the duality of my muses on fathers day.

older pres, gives a meaningful and thoughtful gift to rick:

current pres, gives rick a lobotomy:
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dyingpasts.bsky.social
“ that’s my girl. “ he muses with a light chuckle.

an accidental slip… but really, this is still his daughter at the end of the day. respective timeline or not.

“ other than mr. chips being a hotdog loving fish, how have you been as of late ? “
midnightdemises.bsky.social
lizzie nodded quietly, smiling lightly and continuing to speak to the older version of her father.

"yeah, i'll make sure nothing happens. i don't want him to make any messes. . . . i clean up after him, so you don't have to worry," she said with a hum.
dyingpasts.bsky.social
“ but didn’t you— “ pause, “ y’know, if he’s eating then that’s all that matters. just make sure he isn’t making too * many big messes. “

he remembers when he found out, and it wasn’t pretty. internal grimace at the memory. trying to change the outcome.
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narcissusrot.bsky.social
݁ ⠀ ͟ ༼⠀. ⸝⸝ 𝐓𝖤𝖬𝖯𝖮𝖱𝖠𝖱𝖸 𝖯𝖨𝖭𝖭𝖤𝖣.
dyingpasts.bsky.social
idea and that he was letting the morals of his new person win him over. but, if things 𝐝͟𝐨 go south…

well, there’s over fifty pairs of guns at the ready.
dyingpasts.bsky.social
the door of the cell and open it fully but not take a step inside.

he knew it was best to let things go at their natural pace instead of rushing and potentially making it worse.

though he also * knew that letting a threat go was a terrible. ( →→ )
dyingpasts.bsky.social
to turn around with a 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩.

morty figures with the absence of fifty eyes it would help calm the amphibian, to an extent. or if at all, but it’s the thought that counts right.

once it was only him, morty would then proceed forward to unlock. ( →→ )
dyingpasts.bsky.social
younger—fists clenching but loosening quickly.

this * was a bad habit he didn’t wish to repeat. to always succumb to his violent nature.

so, with raising his hand—every guard moving to grip their weapons but took no steps, the brunette orders them. ( →→ )
dyingpasts.bsky.social
flashes of visions that it was instead lizzie in the containment room. but underneath them, he knew it was telling him something. a reminder.

«𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇.»

and it was made perfectly clear when he also saw a morph of himself when he was. ( →→ )
dyingpasts.bsky.social
his brain alter the girl’ face to appear as his daughter.

the same position, and the same terrified expression… that did it make him wince and take a sharp intake of breath.

even after years, his brain continues to play tricks, and in this case. ( →→ )
dyingpasts.bsky.social
tremble to the core. the guards around waiting for the signal to open fire.

❛ 𝙢𝙧. 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 .ᐣ ❜ the accompanied rick guard spoke quietly next to him after some time went past, but received no answer.

this carried on until for a split moment did. ( →→ )
dyingpasts.bsky.social
quick, and simple. an utter waste of tears and vulnerability. he always put the protection of his family first, even if it meant continuing bad habits behind closed doors.

but—morty didn’t move an inch, merely watching the amphibian break down and. ( →→ )
dyingpasts.bsky.social
“ … “

in any situation, he’d order the guards to line up their guns and fire until pronounced dead, or until morty was satisfied.

after all, what was unidentified was linked to her, something he had never came across. a looming threat.

fast. ( →→ )
lilypadhopping.bsky.social
honestly? the little amphibian was more afraid of THEM than they were of her. visibly backing away and clutching her webbed hands together, fear apparent on her features and present in her teary eyes. a few distressed and weakened peeping noises were his only answer. froggy made no move to attack, -
dyingpasts.bsky.social
alien, or at least some being that looked * like a threat at first glance.

—not @lilypadhopping.bsky.social , an amphibian that dressed like she held some high status. a few blinks.

“ is this a joke ? “ he speaks aloud, partially towards her and the guards.