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windvexer · 6 months

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On what I'm going to call "peer positioning" in witchcraft, and the scary empowerment it can bring you

I think a lot of people who get into witchcraft have a problem with being able to see themselves as peers & equals to the powers they cultivate around them.

I see this most often discussed when it comes to gods. "Just because your god asks you for something doesn't mean you need to do it!" Etc. I think we've all heard that.

But today my thoughts are on the tarot, and how some people seem to treat tarot readings as "the truth" or "the answer" that then must be followed, even if they (the living, breathing, human practitioner) don't really agree or don't really want to do that.

I'm really big on the analogy of a witch as a monarch, and the concept of various powers (like gods, spirits, tools, and spells) being counselors in the throne room.

In this context, it's easier to adopt the mindset that all of these powers have their own personalities, abilities, and goals - and that they can & will provide conflicting information when you ask for advice. (Especially ancestors - so opinionated!)

Imagine Captain Picard sitting in the meeting room with Geordi, Riker, and the rest of the space nerds.

Captain Picard is like, "the power core is failing and the away team is stranded on the planet. I think we should use the nebula to hide until the Gromflomites stop searching for us." And then Geordi is like, "but Captain, the engines would never make it! We have to go rescue the away team immediately!" And Captain Picard is like, "damn... Wow. I really wanted to go to the nebula, I thought it was the best choice :/ but if you're saying we literally don't have to worry about the Gromflomites..." Then Riker is like, "Captain, no. Geordi isn't saying the Gromflomites aren't a problem, he's just expressing his top concerns as Chief Engineer." And then Picard is all, "oh, so... this is conflicting information? Did that mean I did a bad reading on Geordi, or that negative spirits are stopping me from being able to communicate? Is Riker possibly a trickster?"

If you're captain of the ship, monarch of the kingdom, (etc.), then it might be important to ask yourself:

Am asking for input from my counsel of allied powers, and then making choices for myself?

Or, have I inadvertently signed over my decision-making process to these powers?

And I think it all kind of comes back to "peer positioning," or, witches being able to develop a spiritual framework within which they are equals to the powers around them.

Since beginning practicing witchcraft in earnest, I have often demanded a course of direction. Instead of asking, "how do I accomplish this?" I would ask, "what do I do?"

And the answer was the same every time, deeply infuriating, but also very scary: "Do whatever you think is best."

I think that's the problem of being the captain of the ship. Once your counselors are done giving their input, you are the one who has to make the final call.

Lately I've really been on a kick about witchcraft as a path of empowerment, and I think that viewing spiritual input as just that - input - is a vital part of the process.

Even if you are a true-blue believer in the magical power of tarot, tarot is still just one counselor sitting in your throne room.

Even if you have tutelary spirits, guardians and guides, gods and angels, providing blessings and support - they are not sitting at the head of the table.

You are.

I think that a framework of allied powers as peers and equals is relatively basic, and does have its flaws. But I also think it can be helpful in a variety of ways:

It can provide a system of understanding why allied powers can give conflicting advice, or even seemingly bad advice that doesn't align with our personal desires.

It can provide a tool for processing spiritual input.

It helps restore a sense of personal authority to a practitioner.

It can help a practitioner reclaim control of a path that's grown a mind of its own.

It aids in practicing that most oppressive of skills - liberated autonomy.

I just think it's something to consider. At the end of the day, most of us have probably got to make our own calls.

[I'm making this post because in the past few months I've been helping witches consult the tarot, and they've been giving feedback like, "so this is what I should do, right?" or, "what is it telling me to do?"

I can basically see the huge reblogs where people are explaining that a period of time where they signed complete personal autonomy over to their god was the most empowering and spiritually electric time in their lives,

and I want you to know, I'm not speaking about vows and oaths made to entities that gives them control over your life. I'm talking about situations where witches put down their autonomy so they can have both hands free to shuffle tarot.]

#witchcraft #witchblr

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dirty-bear-rick-sanchez · 7 months

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Episode thoughts under the cut

I loved Morty knowing Rick so well that he just straight up lies about the coffee lmao. Also the way he says 'hey buddy' like he's a dad entering his kid's room when they're in a depressive episode is so funny to me

Rick just literally saying 'family' to address the family

I thought the ghost/unfinished business joke was funny

I also love Rick being so petty (and Summer being petty back about the portal). It's so funny that he just calls the family 'stupids' as well. Devastating insult bro

Interesting that Gearhead was the first person he went to? He definitely needed someone to give him the courage to get the rest of his friends for an intervention (especially BP)

'Told you he wasn't dead' killed me

BIRDDAUGHTER. Funny name, love her being an emo teenage edgelord who just goes round killing Gromflomites. 'This is worse than prison'? Love it

Also I really liked that we got to see this side of BP's character this episode? He's so funny and I love getting to see him be a shit. Him trying to parent his daughter and just drinking wine? We love another alcoholic girldad

I really liked getting to see Rick/BP/Squanchy actually hanging out as well? I feel like it's a good insight into how they probably were back in the Flesh Curtains days

I like the 'birthday, birthday, birthday' gag

Also Rick immediately being like 'fuck this we're getting wrecked'

The honey scene was definitely for the Rickfuckers

Can we talk about the fact that Rick was definitely trying to impress BP by bringing up the fact that he hosted the Oscars? Which is definitely why he wanted that gig in the first place

Once again I love getting to see this side of Birdperson. Definitely makes sense why he and Rick get on so well

I liked the visual gag of Rick being high

Also BP and Squanchy playing the knife game lmao

Rick sits so fucking dramatically

Look at BP's face, he definitely wants to fuck that Predator guy

Son heist

I love that Rick can immediately identify Squanchy's shit based on the smell? Like he knows it's his and no one else's

BIRDPERSON PUTTING HIS HAND OVER RICK'S MOUTH

(You know Rick is gonna be thinking about that forever)

I like the recurring Squanchy tooth thing

'Why is this my thing' lmao

Poor poopy child

WAYNE

Them all just chilling together waiting for their drunk food? love it

I love BP leaving to collect his daughter from attacking a Federation outpost with the exact same energy as a parent collecting their child from school after they got suspended. It's so funny to imagine the GF having the same sort of vibe as they do with Rick and just texting BP like 'yo we got your daughter here' (I know that's not what happened but it's a funny mental image)

Lmao Squanchy

I did like the fading pill bit

Poor Gene

Overall I liked getting to explore this aspect of the dynamic between Rick/BP/Squanchy/Gearhead (+ the others of course but they're the OGs yk?) and also the concept of intervention/alcoholism. I think it's interesting to see that Rick does want to help but his support system is so fucked that this ends up happening and it makes a lot of sense when it comes to his own issues. I really like the way they handle Rick trying to get better and do the right thing but struggling so much to break out of unhealthy behaviours/habits. He's painfully aware of how fucked up he is and how much of a bad influence he is but he doesn't know how to fix the issue/be a positive influence and he definitely views abandonment as a good thing because he's removing himself from the situation. Very interesting way to explore this aspect of his issues, especially since all his friends are also alcoholics with that level of denial/refusal to get better

I had this discussion with @hazelnut-u-out before the episode aired but I do like that they're showing Mr PB directly suffering as a result of Rick's actions in canon? Considering that he started as a joke/meta character it's very interesting to show him actually shifting to more of a serious character who appears in the actual show and experiences real issues, especially since the show becomes less and less sitcom-y as Rick becomes more aware of the reality of how fucked up all of these things are.

#rick and morty #rnm #rick and morty spoilers #rnm spoilers #how poopy got his poop back #rick sanchez #birdperson #birdrick #mr poopybutthole #squanchy #gearhead #gene the neighbour #sorry this is all over the place #i really want to post/engage with fandom about the new eps but my energy levels are very limited and i have bad brain fog #so this is the best i can do 😅#i hope to make a more coherent post about the oscars thing and also mr poopybutthole as a symbol of rick's view of his life as a tv show #but we'll have to wait and see

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sadiecoocoo · 5 months

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Rick & Morty fanfiction - SEAL Shenanigans

Relationships - Rick Sanchez & Morty Smith, Morty Smith/Evil Morty, Morty Smith & Summer Smith

Characters - Morty Smith, Rick Sanchez, Evil Morty, Other Ricks, Other Mortys, SEAL team Ricks, (mentioned) Summer Smith, (mentioned) Beth Smith, (mentioned) Jerry Smith

Warnings & tags - graphic depictions of violence, depressed morty smith, morty smith needs a hug, hurt morty smith, grandpa Rick Sanchez, Episode: s05e10 Rickmurai Jack, sort of, protective Rick Sanchez, jealous Rick Sanchez, no incest, platonic relationships, whump, no beta we die like Prime, out of character, but not horribly so, tags are hard, tags may change, suicide attempt

Summary - Rick abandoned Morty for two pea-brained birds. How is the 14-year-old supposed to cope? He chooses to go to the citadel and join the SEAL team to get his anger out on monsters and gromflomites. He's learned the lay of the land fairly well, but things get confusing when a mysterious, yet somehow familiar, Rick shows up and starts being nice to him.

He's seen countless Ricks not give a shit about whatever Morty they happen to use as a human shield for bullets and blades, so why is this Rick different?

(inspired by RustyChainSnorter's fic, Weird Rick. I highly suggest you go check it out!)

Chapters - 12/?

Current word count - 48,981

Link -

#rick and morty #morty smith #evil morty #morty c137 #rick sanchez #rick and morty fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #whump #evil morty x morty smith #I WROTE THID CHAPTER IN ONE DAY #WHILE ALTERNATING BETWEEN WORKING ON ANOTHER FIC #IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF #AND IM FUCKING TIRED ITS 1:00 AM #mortycest

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thisisparnianagain · 1 year

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"Y'know, you’re not being very supportive of Birdperson on his big day-"

"Birdperson's BIG DAY, Morty, was at Blood Ridge, on Glapflap's third moon, against the GROMFLOMITES!

This? This is a losing battle."

I can't fucking believe I missed this reference. Holy shit XDD Watching the wedding episode hits real different now.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #birdperson #birdrick

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chronicroderick · 1 year

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Rick Sanchez x OC Oneshot

Pairing for a mutual! First time with an OC that’s not my own, but of course I love Rick and Morty so much how could I pass up a request that was simply SO Beautiful!

Today was the day Rick decided he was not going to let Morty get away with skipping out on another adventure. Every other week it was "school work" this and "important conversation with Jessica" that.

"As if." Rick muttered to himself as he tinkered with the cloaking device on his ship.

A little bit of drool jumped out of his mouth as he spoke, but he simply licked his lips and gulped down some off planet alcohol from his flask. The longer he lay on his back with his particle level in hand the more he got worked up. Every turn of his vortex screwdriver reminded him that neither Morty or Arrow were around to help him. There was little sobriety left to keep the mad scientist's mind from spiraling down a path of fury. Arrow had been a part of their lives for a long time now – long by Rick standards anyway – but the maroon haired man had disrupted the dominion Rick had over Morty. In a way the reprieve was welcomed, since there was the large part of his heart that loved his grandson to death and disliked the maliciousness of his own nature; Arrow proved to be a more tender mentor for Morty which had allowed the boy to blossom into less of a snively mess.

Rick's heart began to pound in his chest when he thought about Arrow, with his sharp tongue and careful eye. The younger man had saved him time and time again, never failing to be a loyal companion on every half-cocked errand to a different dimension. Rick shook his head violently in an attempt to clear the warm feeling growing in his chest. It was easier to be frustrated than to admit he was biting back the… L-word.

His pity party had gone on long enough. An adventure was what he needed! Morty would be coming along this time. That was a fact. After sliding out from under the car, he threw the tools on to the workbench in a cavalier manner and acquainted the last of his drink to the half digested contents of his stomach.

"Mortyyyyyyyy!" The old man belted out.

There was a cheerful edge to the call, but overall it sounded like he was gargling the name.

Portaling to the top of the stairs meant avoiding the obnoxious task of climbing them, but a small voice wondered if he could catch a glimpse of Arrow in the middle of some mundane task on the walk to his grandson's room. Maybe he'd be trying to open something in the kitchen that was just giving him more trouble than it was worth and his pointy ears would twitch in the pissed off way they do, or he'd be seated at the dining room table with a snack, and Rick would catch that all too famous flash of his sharp teeth. Each thought sent a tingle down Rick's spine.

His feet carried him through the threshold of his garage into the rest of the Smith's home. Half lidded eyes scanned the kitchen and dining room with mild disinterest as they both turned up vacant. The stairwell proved easy enough to manage since it did little compared to nights spent navigating crowded Nizellin festivals or infiltrating Gromflomite mother ships. It seemed Arrow had gone off on his own. That was fine, all Rick needed was the chance to lay one hand on Morty and they'd be off! Nothing the boy could do could prevent him from being dragged through a portal. Not tonight.

While running one hand through his tousled hair, the old man used the other to grab a vial from his pocket that was filled with fluorescent orange liquid, a stimulant he had got as a gift from Squanchy. He popped the cap off with his thumb which sent it shooting down the hall in the direction of Summer's room and threw his head back as he gulped it down.

"Let's go, baby! Rick and Morty one hundr…"

The scientist trailed off as his hand rested on Morty's door, which was cracked open just enough for a beam of light to spill into the hallway. Almost imperceptible, there was singing coming from inside. A voice Rick could pick out in a crowd.

"...I hear the wind call my name

The sound that leads me home again

It sparks up the fire, a flame that still burns

To you I will always return…"

Holy shit. The first thing that came to Rick's mind was the recognition of the steep drop in his stomach. His mouth twitched at the corners as he tried to register what to do, torn between throwing the door wide open or staying transfixed like a statue in the doorway.

"... I know the road is long

But where you are is home

Wherever you stay,

I'll find the way…"

Delicate fingers pushed Morty's door open just a bit more, the whisper of a breath escaped withered lungs, and brown eyes widened as they absorbed the sight before them.

His grandson had his head resting in Arrow's lap, while the man gently ran his fingers through the brunette curls, the look of concern in that arctic gaze paired with the melody that practically caressed the ear drums blessed enough to hear it struck a chord in Rick's very soul. Everything about the moment was tender. Any resolve about the events of tonight quickly faded. Instead a hundred memories flashed behind his eyes.

"... I'll run like the river,

I'll follow the sun

I'll fly like an eagle

To where I belong…"

A horrible day, blackened by the onslaught of violence from Sanchez’s oldest friend. It pained him too greatly to fight whole heartedly. Each blow Birdperson dealt him felt in some way deserved, so his own willpower came and went like a paper boat on the open sea. It had been Rick’s selfishness, his inability to let go, that had brought them to this, then suddenly the only thing standing between Rick and razor sharp talons is a little lizard man, hair shifting ever so slightly in the caustic breeze of enormous wings, but his demeanor not wavering in the slightest. Instead his lips are set in a determined frown while his eyes gave away the rift the fight tore inside him. He’d chosen Rick instead of his cousin by proxy, and that act alone made his cybernetic heart squeal with glee.

“... I can't stand the distance

I can't dream alone

I can't wait to see you

Yes, I'm on my way home…”

The inside of Rick’s ship, flying through the galaxy at a hundred light years an hour without paying attention to their surroundings, instead every molecule of his being is focused on the shy looking figure before him. Arrow’s voicing the concern that the scientist had – not so gently – pulled out of him as one would whisper at Confession. He was afraid of being left behind, afraid that one day he’d annoy Sanchez for the last time and be betrayed like so many times before. Rick did not push for any more details after that, instead he looked out the windshield in an attempt to hide the sympathy that plagued his features. The rage was almost its equal, but he knew the poor man might misplace such a negative reaction. He was engulfed with a furious vengeance against anyone who had harmed such a kind soul – but that distress was something Rick did not quite understand himself.

“... Now I know it's true

My every road leads to you

And in the hour of darkness

Your light gets me through…"

He absent mindedly tugged at the roots of his electric blue hair. The breaking of a few strands under the force brought him back to the present moment for just a second. Butterflies not only fluttered in his stomach, but threatened to take flight straight out of his esophagus, which would only prove to give away his presence. That was something he could not allow, because for the first time in a long time, peace had washed over him. Solace, in this private moment between the two most important people in his fucked up life.

Rick bit his lip the second such a thought slipped through his mental defenses. Why should such a thing surprise him anymore, though? When it came to Arrow every carefully built barrier cracked eventually. He was the vine that grew no matter how many times you chop it down, the roots tenderly weaving their way between the bricks until the whole structure is compromised. Rick had never been one for pruning anyways.

“... You run like the river

You shine like the sun

You fly like an eagle

Yeah, you are the one

I've seen every sunset

And with all that I've learned

It's to you I will always, always return.”

His sweet voice quieted, Morty’s head still lay in his lap, maybe he had drifted off or maybe the melody had been as calming to him as it had to Rick that grasping the contentment for just a few minutes longer would be enough. Arrow’s head snapped up when he thought he caught a familiar green glow out of the corner of his eye. A soft smile donned his lips, but the bedroom door remained partially closed, and the hall seemed almost drearily quiet. Rick was in his own bed, wishing sleep would overtake him soon, hiding away those few minutes in his garden walls.

@residentclown ‘s OC. For you dude, I hope you like it! I went through so many emotions writing it lol

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hazelnut-u-out · 1 year

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Ring of Fire - 2

sorry for the delay on this chapter lol. i have a drinking problem :3

anyway...

Synopsis:

Rick and Birdperson attempt to confront a Federation member of interest.

What could go wrong?

... Right?

-1580 words

(i should probably add a tw for blood)

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“You-You ever done this before?” Rick whispered over the boisterous music and tittering crowds that swarmed everything in the desert town, his back flush with the aged wooden exterior of the side of the Zorpantheon Rattle that led out into an empty back alley.

Rick scratched at the red bandanna covering the lower half of his face as the heat of his words warmed the fabric against his stubble, the muted sound similar to someone rubbing sandpaper along lumber.

Birdperson was hunched low to the ground to his right, peering around a stack of three dingy crates that sat near the grimy back exit of the bar.

Over top of their usual attire, the two men donned dark serapes. Rick’s more draped off of his willowy frame when in comparison to BP’s, whose worn garment matched both the shade of his ebony hat and the requisite set by his measurements. He kept his wings tucked closely to his broad shoulders, the plume at the ends playing along the gravel next to his russet boots and extending outward from the slits Rick had cut into the material of his clothing to allow his friend free range of movement.

“Staked out a Federation outpost during the Festival of the Blessed?” Birdperson quipped, an aura of agitation seeping from his tone. “Nope. This has got to be a first.”

He shot a glare over his shoulder towards Rick, narrowing his eyes and placing one calloused finger over where his mouth would be beneath his own bandanna, the black fabric speckled with red sand, in a ‘shushing’ motion.

Rick rolled his eyes, shrugging in feigned disinterest, but put one hand beneath his shawl to anxiously pick at the frayed thread that held the buttons along his blue shirt in place. Fire still lapped at his lower back from the night before, and he smiled a bit to himself despite the pain.

“I can barely hear you beneath that th-“

“Hush!” his companion hissed under his breath. He careened his chin outward and beckoned with his left hand for Rick to join him on the ground, moving one wing closer to his body to allow the other man a decent vantage point.

Rick obeyed, his tan armitas gently shuffling the stones beneath his knee. He placed one hand atop BP’s hefty shoulder as they peered around the crates.

Rick couldn’t help but notice the heat that ran between their bodies- his front pressed against the downy plumage of his partner’s wings- and it did little to tamp down the torrent of nervousness swarming his belly.

From their position on the ground, Rick watched as the door swung outward with a screech on flimsy hinges. Even more music, this tune jouncy and reminiscent of a swing-like piano piece, flooded the alleyway as it mingled with the gruff voices emanating from within.

Birdperson extended a finger in a slow gesture towards the door, as if too quick a movement would immediately reveal where they lay in wait.

“That’s him,” Birdperson whispered as a tall Gromflomite- decked in white and black speckled armitas, an intricately embroidered emerald button-front, and a chestnut cattlman- stumbled out of the bar with a raucous laugh.

Alone.

Despite the unsteady clack of his smokey pointed toes upon the gravel and the whiskey infused drool dripping freely from his twitching mandibles, an idiot could decipher his wealth.

Golden accents glistened along his hat band in the afternoon sun, matching the glint of his spurs, as the door swung shut with the telltale smack of wood against itself. Two guns- presumably laser-based - rested in their respective holsters on each of his hips, and his extravagant belt buckle made a jingling sound against the metal tassels hanging from his red vest as he clumsily fumbled with his pants.

The Gromflomite’s whistles slithered along the desert air, the hiss of urine coating stone joining the dissonance as BP drew his own gun from beneath his serape.

“Remember, Sanchez. We need him alive.”

It was another breath before he made his move, jumping out from behind the crates and- in two swift strides- placed one arm around the bug’s neck and the barrel of his gun against the glassy exoskeleton of his temple.

Rick watched as the alien went as stiff as his intoxicated body would allow, calmly tucking himself back into his slacks as his stream fizzled out.

Rick followed his counterpart’s actions with only a half-second’s hesitation- his mind still lingering somewhere between the fleeting warmth of his friend’s shoulder on his fingertips and the soft scratch of feathers along his cheek. His lithe hand closed around his gun, removing it from its holster in a fluid movement, similar to how one would expect a hero to draw his blade from its sheath. He heard his own spurs crackle to life with his maneuver.

Rick’s stance was domineering, dominating the alley with his hips forward and his shoulders leaned back. His eyes were narrowed and his gun lay lethal in his grip.

He watched as Birdperson turned around roughly, dragging the Gromflomite unceremoniously to his front to face Rick.

Rick watched an odd expression of realization flash along the glossy red of the insect’s eyes as he met Rick’s stare, the bandanna suddenly feeling like one too many layers to breathe through.

“Not very bright, are we, boys?” the alien drawled sweetly, something sickly and rotten hanging from the tacky syllables.

BP’s stare met his own, fatal and heavy.

“Take his belt off,” he said coolly.

Rick nodded, swallowing around a leaden tongue as he closed the distance between himself and the pair. Dropping to his knees, he shot a calculating glance upwards before reaching his free hand up and stripping the belt away with ease. The smell of urine and stale liquor wafted from the movement and Rick suppressed a gag.

Is that how he smelled all the time?

No wonder only two Warekins out of dozens had taken him up on the offer.

“Oh, I like where this is going,” the Gromflomite murmured, pushing his hips forward a bit. “I might not even tell.”

Rick cringed- pushing himself up, stepping back, and tossing the belt to the side.

“I don’t care for bug dick,” he spat. “I like ‘em saltier.”

“What a shame,” the invertebrate replied, his tone losing any sort of facetious pleasantry he’d sewn along its edges as the other man released him and walked backward slowly- his muscular arm extended in a taut line. “I coulda been sweet.”

BP found purchase a few paces to Rick’s left, almost tucking the smaller of the two behind his wingspan as it fanned out, blocking the rays of the setting sun from creeping over the edge of the tin roofs and casting a deep shade over the alcove.

The men stood as twin pillars of stoic aim- one winged and burly, the other wilting bone and sinew- as the atmosphere’s churning seemed to chill in the range of their weighty stares.

“Tell me where they are,” Birdperson demanded, his timbre disturbingly unmoved.

“Remind me who we’re speakin’ of, would ya?” The Gromflomite moved his hands behind his back and swayed, as if mimicking how he thought innocence might present itself in more humanoid species.

“The others.”

Rick could tell that both men were well aware of the ‘others’ in question-

The ones who had eviscerated his companion’s people.

Something in Rick’s stomach went flat, and he knew something was off. Something about their enemy’s stance…

“Pers, I-“

“Where. Are. They.” BP punctuated each word with a step towards the insect- three distinct paces- pinning him against the wall.

It wasn’t a question, the ‘click’ of his thumb cocking his gun beneath the alien’s chin all that was needed to solidify it as a command.

They needn’t a mountain or slabs of stone to know who spoke for the divine in that moment.

It was as if time slowed when the bug moved, the gleam of a metal barrel catching the light between the two for only a brief moment as one wiry arm flew from behind his hardened abdomen.

Rick didn’t have time to think before his friend was thrown back with the force of the impact, crimson seeping along the back of the white feathers of his left wing.

His cry pierced through the thick cloud of idle noise as he collapsed to the ground, dropping his weapon and splaying his hand along the feathered appendage.

Rick couldn’t breathe- or didn’t take the time to.

It was hard to tell where the blood was coming from, all of his companion seemed to bathe in it, and it took less than a blink for Rick to tackle the Gromflomite to the ground- the bug’s cattleman skittering off and landing at the creeping edge of the scarlet puddle.

It was Rick’s turn to use his staff to determine the word of God, and he pushed the insect’s clattering mandibles into the sandy grit beneath him callously with his pistol.

Rick drove his knee down into the alien’s back as it flailed and twitched, clawing fruitlessly at the ground and stirring up little swirls of dust.

“Any last words?” Rick murmured coldly, leaning down to breathe along the writhing neck below him, and the insect froze.

“Rick!” BP spluttered, trying to crawl his way over to the scuffle in front of him, but crumpling over in another wail of pain. “Alive!”

“Say ‘hi’ to your daughter for me,” the bug spat.

“Please…” Rick thought he might have heard his counterpart sigh breathily- desperately.

Rick pulled the trigger.

Birdperson's eyes were wide, his lids quivering as he let himself collapse fully to the gore-painted ground.

"You... You killed him."

Something inside of Rick broke.

What had he done?

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#rick and morty #birdrick #rick sanchez #birdperson #ring of fire #my fic

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undeath1245 · 1 year

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Who is Tammy?

Not too long ago, I wanted to make a speculation post about Tammy Guterman, a side character in Rick and Morty that was revealed to be a villain. Ever since season two’s finale, I’ve been wondering who Tammy really is. What we know so far that she’s actually a Galactic Federation agent deep undercover as a high school teenager and one of Summer’s friends. She does so as she hooks up with Birdperson in “Ricksy Business” as their relationship blossomed throughout season two, only for her to betray her fiancé later on during their wedding in “The Wedding Squancers”.

I was kind of hoping for an explanation of who she really was by the third season premiere. I had numerous ideas of her backstory, like if she was a gromflomite GF agent who was transmogrified into a human teenage girl, or if she was a shapeshifting android who was sent to Earth to spy on Rick Sanchez, and that she also killed off and replaced the real Tammy Guterman. I then had another idea that she was a human GF agent who was born and raised outside of Earth. I mean, it’s not like there weren’t any other human characters outside out earth (see also: Vance Maximus, Alan Rails, Lady Katana).

By the time “The Rickshank Redemption” rolled in, Tammy only appeared in the post-credits scene, where she readies Phoenixperson as they then set off into outer space. We never get to see her early in the episode, neither in the middle of the episode. So far, we know very little about her other than being a high-ranking agent of the Galactic Federation, even though she served as a major antagonist in “Star Mort Rickturn of the Jerri”, keyword: “major”. Soon enough in the second half of the episode, she was killed off like she was nothing, and we never get to know anything about her.

“She died the way she lived: overserialized.”

This is most likely a jab at Rick and Morty fans who demanded serialization in the show. I get that it is Dan Harmon and Justin Roiland’s show (mostly Dan Harmon’s at this point), and they are free to do whatever they want with the show however they please, but I feel like that was kind of a let down in term of the show’s serialization, especially with how Rick toppled the GF and Council of Ricks within the entirety of “The Rickshank Redemption”. Maybe Tammy is just too good for this show at this point. She did reappear again in “Rickternal Friendshine of the Endless Mort”, albeit as both a representation of what she really is (a ruthless GF agent) and what Birdperson imagined her to be (a loving, caring wife).

I think that’s all I got for Tammy Guterman, and probably all I got for an analysis on Rick and Morty at this point, due to the show’s constant inconsistencies. I like to laugh at the show every once in a while, but I can’t help but to not ignore it going down the drain. Season six managed to redeem it a little with the serialization (i.e. the Prime Rick arc), but I’m afraid the staff has to do a lot more to gain back their viewer base, like dumbing down on the meta humor and incest jokes.

Or maybe look for a replacement for Rick and Morty’s voice actor just in case that Justin is found guilty for a domestic abuse case in 2020.

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