☆ About Stoner Rick ☆
Basic Info
☆ Name: Richard "Stoner Rick" Sanchez
☆ Dimension code: Z-420
☆ Age: 35
☆ Date of Birth: 26 January
☆ Gender: transgender male
☆ Pronouns: he/him/his
☆ Orientation: polyamorous ricksexual pansexual
Appearance
☆ Height: 5'5" (~165 cm)
☆ Weight: 125 lbs (~56 kg)
☆ Hair: His sides and back are shaved down, top is kept long and wavy. The top was perma-dyed purple during a fluke hair coloring experiment. His brow has two slits cut in on the left side.
☆ Eyes: dark brown
☆ Scars: He has two large scars across his chest from top surgery and multiple tiny scars on his right wrist and thighs from past SH tendencies.
☆ Tattoos: So far, he only has two tattoos on his right arm; a portrait of Mr. Poopybutthole on his bicep and a simple rocket ship on his wrist.
☆ Piercings: he has 4 facial piercings total; bridge, septum, tongue, and labret. His earlobes are stretched to 2" and he normally wears a set of plugs to keep them stretched. He also got his nipples pierced shortly after his top surgery to commemorate the event.
Background
This Rick was born in the late 1980s and is what most at the Citadel would refer to as a "late emerger." At 18, he was brutally ripped from his home life by the Council of Ricks and spent the rest of his late teens and early 20s miserable and confused, having been forced through several crash courses designed to prepare late emergers for work at the Citadel. He drank excessively to cope, as that was the influential drug of choice in his immediate surroundings.
Z-420 started his transition around 25, after many years of battling inner turmoil surrounding his gender identity. He quickly realized that hormone therapy was going to be hard to come by, not because the Citadel was against it; they just didn't care, and he wasn't the only trans Rick, or Morty for that matter, that was suffering from that lack of care. He somehow managed to befriend Rick Sanchez of dimension C-137, who was one of very few Ricks to actually see his struggle and make an effort to rectify it.
Due to being stuck at the Citadel for a good portion of his young adult life, he never had the chance to meet a Diane in his dimension, let alone start a family with one. Not that he minded in a way; he much preferred casual relationships over settling down. Still, he struggled with not having a Morty of his own; he felt like a piece of him was missing. With a lot of consideration, and some convincing from his dear friend Rick J19ζ7, he ended up sending an application in to the Morty Advocacy Center, and subsequently getting approved.
Now Z-420 and his new companion spend most of their days smoking weed and playing video games, with the occasional adventure sprinkled in. Maybe, finally, both him and Morty have a chance to heal from their pasts, and, perhaps, a chance to grow.
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In the vastness of the multiverse, you may be asking yourself, “do Ricksexuals actually exist?” Yes. Yes they do exist. There are Ricks fucking Ricks and we let this happen. As a Rick-ciety. Under this new shit Morty president.
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Quick Intro
Name: Yet Another Mira Rick AKA Mira Please Stop Gardener Rick
Age: 45
Dimension: JΩ9
Orientation: Ricksexual? Pansexual? Plantsexual?
Relationship Status: Single, but not worried about it
Gardener Rick works in a huge greenhouse in one of the Citadel's 'outdoor' domes, sharing a fence with Farmer Rick. He has sections of plants of every sort, experimenting with crossbreeding plants across planets and dimensions. He doesn't talk to many Ricks as isolated as he is, preferring to stay around his beloved plants and working tirelessly on making conditions perfect for all kinds of new and exciting flora. He's bred several 'sentient' plants recently, caring for them like children. He's agreed with Citadel officials to not go too far as to risk life and limb by growing anything too intelligent or unruly. He's very kind and eager to talk despite his solitude. He makes his living selling research, ingredients, and flowers for holidays. He lives in a little home in the middle of Garden Sector 4, surrounded by his favorite plants and tending to an indoor succulent obsession that's taking over his life 'cus no one wants the cuttings.
Likes: Rainy days, floppy hats, signs of seasonal change, absinthe, very platonic tentacle plants, incense
Dislikes: Open-toed shoes, his farmer's tan, spelling bougainvillea, tomato-stealing squirrels
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i'm what the kids call RICKSEXUAL
{isn’t everyone?}
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kek m'lady }:3c
*tips my hat* as to you my fellow pickle ricksexual
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