♡ Pastel Rick ♡

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That smirk looks so good on him :3 I need to draw him more like a "Rick" more often XD ))

@fatal-error-rick

( Ex: "You look like you bite people." or "You look like you get mad when someone doesn't say "bless you" when you sneeze." )

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i haven’t really been posting much of fer’s lore lately, it’s mostly just been little doodles! honestly, i don’t really know much about rick k19’s background either. i guess my idea is that he mourns the loss of his morty. he blames himself for being too reckless and arrogant, convinced that his own actions are what got morty killed. now he just drowns himself in booze, slowly becoming less and less of a rick. but maybe he thinks he deserves that. he’s not the rickest rick anymore, he’s just… less of a rick.

With a steady hand, Pastel holds the cold knife blade to Rick's throat, making sure he can feel the sharp edge almost bite into his skin. "You sure have some fun ideas on how to get off-- but I'll warn you now, baby. It'll cost extra if you want things to get messy."

Seems like you got crank called, because I would never ask for something like this.

“Oops—! looks like i really did make the wrong house call. Sorry, cutie. We kinda all have the same face.” He gives a pretty grin, and a shrug along with his apology.

You're acting as if this wasn't actually a mistake. You're not regretting this enough.

“Listen, buddy. Shit happens, not my fault you looked like the guy I thought wanted a little knife play— Grow up. Or are you seriously really gonna assert your ‘little man syndrome’ on a hooker?.”

Maybe do a little more research next time before you start shoving random knives on random Ricks' throats, yeah? Kind of surprised my appearance didn't tick you off.

Taking a pack of pink smokes out from his back pocket he lights one, afterwards offering one to Rick. “You want?”

And what? You ARE? You think Ricks take the time to consider who they're gonna fuck? You're one of many, pal. Meanwhile, Ricks spend the effort to hunt me down.

“You like being special, huh? Don’t worry baby. There might be others but no one exactly like you.” The words were genuine but they have a bit of a teasing tone to them.

Explains how you managed to screw up so badly. I guess I'll let this interaction slide so I can remember you as the clown you are.

Turning away he grins and flips off Rick as he walks away. “See you never, shit face, byeeee.”

With a steady hand, Pastel holds the cold knife blade to Rick's throat, making sure he can feel the sharp edge almost bite into his skin. "You sure have some fun ideas on how to get off-- but I'll warn you now, baby. It'll cost extra if you want things to get messy."

Seems like you got crank called, because I would never ask for something like this.

“Oops—! looks like i really did make the wrong house call. Sorry, cutie. We kinda all have the same face.” He gives a pretty grin, and a shrug along with his apology.

You're acting as if this wasn't actually a mistake. You're not regretting this enough.

“Listen, buddy. Shit happens, not my fault you looked like the guy I thought wanted a little knife play— Grow up. Or are you seriously really gonna assert your ‘little man syndrome’ on a hooker?.”

Maybe do a little more research next time before you start shoving random knives on random Ricks' throats, yeah? Kind of surprised my appearance didn't tick you off.

Taking a pack of pink smokes out from his back pocket he lights one, afterwards offering one to Rick. “You want?”

And what? You ARE? You think Ricks take the time to consider who they're gonna fuck? You're one of many, pal. Meanwhile, Ricks spend the effort to hunt me down.

“You like being special, huh? Don’t worry baby. There might be others but no one exactly like you.” The words were genuine but they have a bit of a teasing tone to them.

With a steady hand, Pastel holds the cold knife blade to Rick's throat, making sure he can feel the sharp edge almost bite into his skin. "You sure have some fun ideas on how to get off-- but I'll warn you now, baby. It'll cost extra if you want things to get messy."

Seems like you got crank called, because I would never ask for something like this.

“Oops—! looks like i really did make the wrong house call. Sorry, cutie. We kinda all have the same face.” He gives a pretty grin, and a shrug along with his apology.

You're acting as if this wasn't actually a mistake. You're not regretting this enough.

“Listen, buddy. Shit happens, not my fault you looked like the guy I thought wanted a little knife play— Grow up. Or are you seriously really gonna assert your ‘little man syndrome’ on a hooker?.”

Maybe do a little more research next time before you start shoving random knives on random Ricks' throats, yeah? Kind of surprised my appearance didn't tick you off.

Taking a pack of pink smokes out from his back pocket he lights one, afterwards offering one to Rick. “You want?”

With a steady hand, Pastel holds the cold knife blade to Rick's throat, making sure he can feel the sharp edge almost bite into his skin. "You sure have some fun ideas on how to get off-- but I'll warn you now, baby. It'll cost extra if you want things to get messy."

Seems like you got crank called, because I would never ask for something like this.

“Oops—! looks like i really did make the wrong house call. Sorry, cutie. We kinda all have the same face.” He gives a pretty grin, and a shrug along with his apology.

You're acting as if this wasn't actually a mistake. You're not regretting this enough.

“Listen, buddy. Shit happens, not my fault you looked like the guy I thought wanted a little knife play— Grow up. Or are you seriously really gonna assert your ‘little man syndrome’ on a hooker?.”

With a steady hand, Pastel holds the cold knife blade to Rick's throat, making sure he can feel the sharp edge almost bite into his skin. "You sure have some fun ideas on how to get off-- but I'll warn you now, baby. It'll cost extra if you want things to get messy."

Seems like you got crank called, because I would never ask for something like this.

“Oops—! looks like i really did make the wrong house call. Sorry, cutie. We kinda all have the same face.” He gives a pretty grin, and a shrug along with his apology.