Morty - Tumblr Posts

Prime energy sugar free :3

I’m finished

I dunno how to make a context someone make one for me/nf

I FINALLY CANT SORTA DRAW HEINZ

Oh jeeze, I forgot about this one.

(Part 1 of 3) I found an old sketchbook from my Rick and Morty/Pocket Mortys phase around a year ago. I decided to redraw a bunch of the Morty OCs from back then, because the Rick OCs kind of sucked. Here they are left to right: No-Arms Morty, from a dimension where no one has arms. Dragon Morty, who hasn't quite gotten the hang of breathing fire. Gazorpathy Morty, no real explanation for him. Insect Morty, from a dimension where the earth got infected by a virus that turned every human into monstrous bug hybrids. Dork Morty, who's just a big happy dork.

(Part 2 of 3) Some more of my old Morty OCs. Left to right: Nub Morty, who has no limbs because his Rick experimented on him or something, I don't remember. An unnamed Morty that I found doodled in the corner of a page and just thought it was funny. Mouthy Morty, who was previously unnamed because he was just me messing up a normal Morty drawing and I just went with it anyway. Clown Morty, a request from @littlejowo. Morbid Morty, another Little J request because he wanted something creepy, and eventually became Insect Morty because Insect Rick was part of the request and I liked the idea of a bug Morty more than a weird ripped up tendril one.

(Part 3 of 3) The last of my Morty OCs. Left to right: Gromflomite Morty, my idea of what it would be like if Rick and Morty were the very things Rick hated (I heard these are actual things now?). Pop Star Morty, may have been done as a request but I just wanted a pretty Morty. Satyr Morty, I think we were talking about Narnia or something and I realized I hadn't seen a Satyr Morty yet. Lil' Bits Morty, who I came up with before Pocket Mortys did and thought would be funny. At least, I think he's in Pocket Mortys?

I haven't been posting very much lately, so I thought I would draw my all-time favorite Morty, since it's been a couple years.

(Tw Gun) Bonus:

i see other ppl doing this in the boop tag so i'll do it too

Found a rather funny version of You're Welcome from #moana and couldn't resist drawing this little doodle XD Even practiced drawing poses for it!! #rickandmorty #yourewelcome #rick #morty #ricksanchez #tophat #dance #spotlight #quote #wubbalubbadubdub #fancyrick #poketmortys

One of my fav episodes

OH MY GOD??? 😭😭 I honestly feel like this is SUPER realistic for Morty’s character also considering the times where he was at parties he always stuck out during them and was frustrated in some of the episodes too!! Wow like this fanfic really got me though 😕

"Morty in the Bathroom by Himself, all by Himself, all by Himself..."

TW FOR SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND WRITTEN DEPICTIONS OF PANIC ATTACKS UNDER THE CUT

I am hanging out in the bathroom at the biggest party of the fall

Ugh, Summer threw a party because Beth and Jerry were out on a romantic vacation suggested by Dr. Wong. And of course Rick wasn't doing anything about it. 

I was hanging around him anyway, not knowing what else to do. I just tolerated him pinning some random dude he invited. Disgusting. Rick asked to the guy "How would you like to get out of it?" He purred out, clearly trying to sound sensual, but to my ears, it just made me shiver and gave me an overwhelming urge to take a very VERY long shower. The guy didn't seem to mind though as he smirked and took his hand. Rick grinned and looked at me "Gran-*burp*-dpa's has to go, Morty." 

Wait! No. No. No. He can't leave me here! I grabbed onto his labcoat before he could leave "Wait! Don't leave me!" 

My inner voice laughed "God you sound so fucking whiny and pathetic."

Rick glared at me "Don't be fucking pathetic talk to some girls or something" "No I can't-" Rick shoved me off and I heard him talking with the guy as he made his way, disappearing in the crowd "Sorry he's such a loser."

I held back the tears and ran after him, awkwardly going past people, the strong bitter smell of alcohol and sour stench of vomit attacking my nostrils, the scent so strong, it made it hard to focus. I was walking and bumped into someone, spilling their drink all over the one good thing about me, my shirt. "Ah! So-" I looked up and saw it was Jessica. My cheeks got hot. Ugh, seriously? Out of anyone it had to be Jessica. "I-I'm sorry Jessica-" She blinked "It's ok Mort-" Before she could finish her sentence Brad got in front of her. "Are you serious?!" I froze "I-" He pushed me "Hands off." "But-" Jessica put a hand on his arm, making my stomach twist in the worst way. "Brad-" "I won't let this punk bother you Jessica."

"Oh you are bothering her." My inner voice commented "You bother everyone." I gripped the sides of my jeans, hoping nobody noticed my knuckles turning white. I couldn't cry. Not here. Not in front of Jessica.

Jessica touched Brad's back with one hand and cupped his face with the other.

No...

Brad grabbed her by her waist and stared at me then Jessica whispered "Calm down baby..." then she kissed him.

She.

Kissed.

Him.

Brad kissed her back, the sounds of their kissing filling the room.

Filling my head.

I saw my vision get watery as I ran to the bathroom, not paying attention to Jessica asking what was wrong.

As soon as I got there basically collapsed against the door, locking it behind me and hugging my knees as I cried.

I could stay here or disappear, and nobody even notice at all

I was sitting against the wall, crying against my knees, the sounds muffled by my jeans, practically silent compared to the music blaring. 

"Why don't you kill yourself already? Nobody would notice. Hell, your parents barely notice you anyway."

I wished the tears would stop falling as I actually thought about the idea. Biting my lip so hard that I tasted blood as the ideas of how I could do it filling my mind

Y'know what I hated most about it?

I wasn't completely against the idea. I wasn't completely disgusted by the thoughts.

God there was something wrong with me.

(...) Micheal in the bathroom at a party, no you can't come in! I'm just waiting it out, till it's time to leave and picking at grout as I softly grieve

I started picking at the grout at the floor, wanting something else to focus on rather than the wetness in my cheeks and the water pouring from my eyes. 

I heard someone knock on the door, then I heard Summer's voice "Hellloooo? Can you open the door?!" 

I pressed myself harder against the door, closing my eyes tightly. "I know you can hear me!"

"Just go!" I yelled, hating the way my voice cracked.

Then I heard Summer's voice get gentler "Morty...? Is that you...? Everything ok?" 

"Yes everything's fine!" I insisted, even though my shaky voice wasn't fooling anybody

"But-" 

"Just go!' 

"Morty-" 

"PLEASE!" I begged. I heard silence then retreating footsteps.

I heard Summer's voice "Hey everyone! Someone broke the toilet in the bathroom, nobody come in!"

A small smile fell on my face at hearing that.

(...) I'll get replaced with a newer, cooler version of me

"You know, you shouldn't be so needy." My inner voice suggested "He can replace with someone cooler, not that it would be hard." My inner voice sneered 

I looked down, my eyes still wet, my inner voice definitely wasn't helping

"What? Mad that I'm right? You can't just cling to your grandpa for the entire party" 

I sniffed as I remember what Rick said when I asked if I was irreplaceable.

"Rick...am I...irreplaceable?"

....

I remember his response so clearly.

"Define irreplaceable."

I clutched my jeans so tight I could've sworn I heard fabric rip. My tears coming in faster.

God my inner voice was right.

I'm so needy acting like I'm special.

Rick could just replace me anytime.

He never hesitates to let me know how the only reason why he isn't replacing me right now was because it would take too much work and defeat the purpose.

I mean he already replaced me once.

A low growl escaped my throat involuntarily as I remembered the crows.

The crows that took Rick away from me.

My inner voice's bitter laugh filled my head 

"Awwww is doggy jealous because his owner is paying attention to another dog?" 

God, I hate myself.

(...) Micheal in the bathroom at a party as I choke back tears. I'll wait here as long as I need, until my face is dry, or I'll just blame it on weed or something in my eye!

I had my head against my door, hoping to dry my tears quicker.

My inner voice laughed "Wow, you are so pathetic. It's almost cute. Almost."

I wanted to swallow down the lump in my throat, but it was clear it wasn't going anywhere.

Damn, maybe I should've smoked the weed some random guy offered me.

At least I would have some excuse for why tears were spilling from my eyes.

"Geez, hoping you took drugs so nobody would find out what a sensitive little bitch you are, you're so fucking pitiful. But that would imply people actually care enough to feel bad for you...nevermind." 

I hate how right my inner voice was all the time.

"Well what do you expect? Can't have you believing you're a good person, now can we?"

...

I hated how it had a point.

Knock, knock, knock, knock

I jolted up, my eyes nearly bulging out of my sockets.

They're gonna start to shout soon

I walked backwards, my back hitting the sink

Knock, knock, knock, knock

My breathing quickened as I clutched the sink with a chain-link grip.

Oh hell yeah, I'll be out soon

No. No. No. I'm not ready to leave yet!

"Goddamn you're selfish, using the bathroom just because grandpa left you and because Jessica isn't interested in little bitch boys."

No...NO!

Knock, knock, knock, knock

It was getting louder.

The sound filling my head

It sucks he left me here alone

If Rick didn't fucking leave me everything would've been fine! But no! He was more concerned about fucking some random guy than his own fucking grandson!

If he didn't leave, I would've never bumped into Jessica! I would've never seen her kiss Brad! Everything would've been fine!

Tears fell down my face again.

Fucking again!

What the hell is wrong with me?!

"Everything."

Not now inner voice!

Knock, knock, knock, knock 

Please leave...please leave...

I was hyperventilating now, clutching my chest

Here in this teenage battlezone

I let my face fall into my hands. Why...why!? Why can't they just leave?!

"God you pussy..."

SHUT UP!

Just...please shut up

Clang, clang, clang, clang

No...no...NO! My knees were weak, my whole body felt, hot, hot, hot. My eyes were darting everywhere as if I could find some way escape this situation.  Leave please...

I can feel the pressure blowing up

I clutched my ears as the sounds got louder. Just wanting them to stop. My thoughts racing rampant through my mind. My body wouldn't fucking relax even through I desperately wanted it to.

Bang, bang, bang, bang

I fell to the floor. Just crying and clawing at the door, wanting a hole I could dig myself in. "Leave...please..." I croaked out, not caring how humilated I felt.

My big mistake was showing up

I should've fucking left like how Summer told me to! But nooooo! I had to fucking see if I could talk to Jessica! But of course she was with Brad! He's the hot, cool, sporty, popular football guy and I was just some weird perverted kid who nobody likes and who has no friends! Of fucking course she choose him! Who would choose the school's "creepy little grandpa's boy" over HIM!?

Splash, splash, splash, splash, I splash some water on my face

I went to splash my face as I tried my best to steady my breathing. Grounding. I need to start grounding.

I need to try to grounding techanics I read online.

Okay...what do I see? 

I see the toilet...I see the sink...the mirror...the ugly reflecting staring back at me with puffy eyes...I can see the light. I see the floor. 

I picked up the hand soap...how does it feel? It feels light...smooth...sleek...clean...clear...

I took a deep breath...ok what can I hear?

I hear people talking...the loud music clouding my head...my inner voice insulting me for everything I do...

I took a deep breath, focusing on the smells in the air...the odor of cheap alcohol...the rancid stench of vomit...

I took out a piece of mint gum and popped it in my mouth. Closing my eyes trying to focus on the taste...the cool mint washed over me. I spat it out in the trash can and took a deep breath.

And I am in a better place

The tears were gone.

I was taking shaky breaths and waited until my hands stopped shaking to open the door.

I go to open up the door, but I can't hear knocking anymore

I went to open the door, hand on the doorknob, but my eyebrow quirked up as I couldn't hear anything.

"Wow, you're going insane. It finally happened." My inner voice badgered

But I can't help but yearn for a different time

I just looked down, I couldn't fight it, I was exhausted. Heh. I actually remember when I did hate myself. Vaguely. Before Rick came along, I actually believed I was a good person.

Hah.

I was even dumber back then...so why did I miss it so much?

As I look in the mirror, the present is clearer, and there's no denying, I'm just- at a party, is there a sadder sight than-, mmmmm, Micheal in the bathroom at a party, this is a heinous night

I took a look at the mirror, hating the ugly face that stared back at me as I held onto the sink. God, why was I so pathetic. I walked back, collapsing against the wall. Looking down. Too tired to cry. To move. To do anything.

I wish I stayed at home in bed, watching cable porn

God, why couldn't I just stay in bed and keep my door locked? Why did I HAVE to follow Rick everywhere?

"Because you're Rick's little lapdog." 

I sighed.

Why bothering fighting it?

It was right.

It was always right.

Or wish I offed myself instead, wish I was never born!

"You know you should just kill yourself, nobody likes you anyway, and what's one important thing you did recently? C'mon, tell me."

...

"That's what I fucking though...you know I think there's some rope in Rick's garage...you can search up how to tie a noose-"

I attempted to grab my thighs, but I ended up accidentally scratching them.

Whatever.

At least it made the voices shut up.

For once.

I'm just Micheal, who's a loner, so he must be a stoner

Why did it even matter?

Nobody at school likes me. Everyone assumes I'm just a stoner since I always zone out at school and was always alone.

Maybe if I wasn't always tired from Rick taking me on adventures at night, I wouldn't zone out as much, and maybe if someone even fucking tried to be my friend, I wouldn't always be alone.

"That's your own fault, you follow Rick's every fucking whim and you are so insufferable, of course nobody would want to be your friend."

...

I mean it had a point...

Rides a PT cruiser,

Or maybe if Dad didn't drive me to school in an PT cruiser that he refuses to get rid of, people wouldn't make fun of me because they think my family is poor.

"Or maybe if you grew some fucking brains and wore something different to school instead of that ugly ass piss-colored shirt, people wouldn't think you're poor."

...

But...I like this shirt...

"Well it looks fucking ugly."

...

I looked at my shirt...

...

I fucking hate it now.

God, he's such a loser

Rick's words to the guy echoed in my head...

"He's such a loser..."

....

Tears started stinging my eyes

"You should be used to his insults by now, he does it to you every fucking day."

It still hurts...

"God you're fucking weak..."

...

I sniffled as a few stray tears fled from my tear ducts, running down my face.

It was all I could muster.

Micheal flyin' solo, who you think that you know

Why did everyone hate me?

I didn't even talk to anyone.

They don't even know me.

Rumors just spread and everyone just assumes it's true.

If they just fucking talked to me instead of assuming they know everything about me because of what they heard from random people I would actually have some friends!

"Oh please, nobody would want to be your friend either way."

...

T-they would...

...Right?

Morty in the bathroom by himself, 

I cried softly in my knees

All by himself, all by himself

I got up and washed my face, drying my face with my ugly shirt. 

And all you know about me is my name

I forced a smile as I went out and said 

"Awesome party, so glad that I came"

ARE YOU A SIMULATION, YOU BITCH?!

Watch my friend and I play Kingdom Hearts II: https://youtu.be/yW-xoRNNgSo

Or subscribe to our channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC868jqx_DNMAZfLo3Js1jMQ

2023.

Evil Morty

Here my fanart of my favorite morty, cant wait to watch season 4

 via  Gridllr.com  —  4000 Likes, no problem!

The Ricks of s3e6

I took Rick notes. Morty notes can be found here.

Toxic Rick 

1st thing after gaining consciousness, he cries out for Morty and hurries to his rescue

Assumes the worst of the spa hand, blaming him for retaliation

Sense of ownership over Morty

Nothing is worth his time due to his overwhelming genius

He really does seem overwhelmed by it.. Imprisoned by it?

Rages as he does science, intense and urgent need for immediate and absolute control

Morty is weak and so inferior that he is undeserving of attachment

Equates genius to godhood, genius is everything

Immortality and God-complex, “If God exists, it’s fucking ME!” Might actually be undercut by a cry for help—this is his fate.

Conflicted by his godhood, and the pointlessness of it—he has nothing to prove to anyone, everyone is beneath him.

And that seems to trigger his realization of his Toxicity..

Seeks validation from Morty regardless, “Think anyone but me could do that?!”

Vengeful

Believes he’s the part of “Pussy Rick” that “keeps it real”—Real being pessimism, cruelty, suffering

Constantly indignant.

Calls Healthy Morty a “sociopath”, implying Rick is aware of Morty’s darker potential.. And maybe wishes he weren’t, since it’s with Toxic.

“Remember us?!” Us. Not “me”.

Denial of reliance on Morty, a reliance which sounds almost like a (psychotic?) dependency.

Affirms to Healthy Rick he must assume dominance over Healthy Morty. He sounded especially earnest, and anything but dismissive over its importance.

“Don’t negotiate”, anger and indignance but subtext might be worry and necessity for the ‘proper’ dynamic

Eyes adjusting, or so caught up in rage he misses what’s obviously going to be in front of him?

Demands Morty’s excitement, and includes him, “We did it”

“Fuck you Summer!”

Described by Healthy Rick as “literally unable to see the bigger picture”, implying he is myopic and self-obsessed

Incapable of humor. Too much suffering and self-obsession.

“Bottled up inside a sentimental jackass” Rick hates his own sentimentality to no one’s surprise

Coo’s to grow a monster into a loyal fighting dog with gibberish love, both manipulative, controlling, and possibly earnest

Straight into a violent brawl, immediately fighting dirty. No honor!

“I lie about everything!”

Fear of confinement, of being stifled or silenced. He values his freedom and autonomy above anything, and no one else’s.

Simply vacates once Beth shows up, not a word to her or about her

Can’t achieve vengeance, so he damns the world to his own hell

“You’re not impressing anyone!” Because impressing people is what HE wants to do, and he IS impressed by Healthy Rick’s callous cruelty

Requires constant validation, despite that impossibility when all of existence is beneath him

Rage as a plaintive call into the Absurd

“Grandpa’s here.”

Summary: Despite everything, he is paradoxically insecure and suffering his intense narcissism. He is wracked with oppressive psychological pain and tortures himself with his loneliness. Godhood is inescapable, a burden he cannot make peace with. He never seems pleased by his power, only harnessing it because there is no other way of being. His fate is eternal isolation, no matter how much he screams or how hard he thrashes.. or how much his familial bonds matter to him.

“Healthy” Rick

1st thing he does is apologize to the spa hand, insisting on his wrongdoing even as the apology is accepted. It isn’t just politeness, he seems to feel real guilt.

Smiles at the infinite possibilities of the universe, and relinquishes his sense of control or understanding of it (Relinquishing self to Camus’ Absurd?)

His genius naturally wants to expand on Morty’s “interesting” music idea, before realizing he’d gotten caught up in trying to calculate happiness. Some things are out of his reach and not his place, and that’s okay.

Pride in Morty, and his familial connection to him

Blows off his genius and potential in favor of simplicity

Respectful of others’ autonomy and needs, “A moment of your time?”

Apologizes several times throughout

Personal responsibility

Feels concern, and openly comes to Healthy Morty about it

Shares the entirety of the problem, as well as his feelings on it

Nervous, uncertain when Morty blows off the phone call, and hesitates before continuing

Wants to work with Morty at an even level, seeing him as an equal?

Wouldn’t have detoxed, but knows he still would have if he had known pre-detox. Familiar with himself and his demons.

Not seeing the disturbing voicemails as the problem to stop, but rather the pain of the Toxics.

“We yanked them from their home.”

Trusting to a fault, even trusting his own inner demons not to lie

Seems okay with the concepts of finality and things being finite

Seems to smile as he works, implying a sense of ownership over his capability

Even smiles at his toxins. Does this Rick actually love himself? Empathy for others’ suffering? Seems pleased with himself for finding and facilitating an amicable solution.

Indecisive, insecure with his own judgement without Morty’s assurance. At first. Sense of adult responsibility bringing him to make the choice anyway?

Can’t disregard the “will to live” in the Toxics. Respect for and values life in all expressions

Has his sense of humor, though it is still capable of being destructive

“I’m accountable to my own toxins, right?” Strong sense of responsibility for his whole self and his behavior. Uncertainty, and a desire for moral integrity. Seeking validation and reassurance, expressing weakness in the form of uncertainty and insecurity.

Also responsible for their resolution, their happiness, homing them. Owning them as part of himself.

Startled by Morty’s outburst of breaking the phone– by the suddenness, finality, and violence of it.

Realizes Healthy Morty won’t be of help, confused and disappointed by it. Something else he failed to expect.

Doesn’t anticipate the actions or motivations of others, making only the best assumptions. Belief in inherent good?

Ready to fight only after being struck, and even then, he takes slow initiative

“We can resolve our issues without resorting to—“ This Rick believes in resolution and recovery! Maybe therapy too..

Tolerant to the point of absolute pacifism, even in the face of a world-scale threat that he should still be responsible for.

Honorable in his treatment of others, even attempting to fight his Toxic as a last resort and in a fair boxing fashion

Didn’t seem to predict that the Toxic would fight dirty, even as its obvious. Does his intelligence take such a backseat to his honor?

Capable and fully willing to self-sacrifice for what’s right(re-toxifying)

“Sorry Summer!” “Summer get out of here!”

“Leave her out of this!” Protecting Beth from his own personal struggle, and the danger it wroughts

“I’m so sorry, girls.” Accepts and embraces his role as caring patriarch

Appreciative of Healthy Morty’s drive to stop the Toxics, but explains in a fatherly way that it “isn’t their place” and the Toxics have “a right to their worldview”

States that Toxic Rick’s motivations “are a mystery”. Might be a vague answer to avoid explaining more than he sees is necessary. If so, doesn’t want his Toxic to trouble his family.

Describes Toxic Rick as his “entitlement, narcissism, crippling loneliness” and his “irrational attachments”

Too healthy to lie, and too uncaring to have a personal stake in Toxic Morty

Possesses Rick’s capacity for ruthlessness

“You’ve never done anything but complain about me being in charge” Healthy Rick holds dominance in Rick’s psyche

Sees merging with the Toxics as healthy. Becoming a complete and healthy person requires embracing one’s demons

Empathy for others, including himself

Forces his Toxic’s surrender by exploiting his love for his grandson. Ouch.

Summary: Doesn’t let his own shortcomings be a problem for himself or anyone else, apologizing when they do. He is never controlled by fear, unlike the Toxic, and finds peace in being passive when it comes to the grandiosity of the universe. Feels openly, unguarded. Believes in personal growth, being honorable, and talking things out. A strong sense of personal responsibility, especially in regards to his place as patriarch of the family. Either possesses a sense of empathy for the plights of others (and himself), or feels such responsibility that he will do what is “right” regardless.. and by any means necessary, as long as it doesn’t conflict with his own ethics. At times, he is contradictory, perhaps telling of his indifference.

esto no es un fan art de la serie Rick y Morty este es solo Morty! (que estoy haciendo con mi vida?)

this is not an art fan of the series Rick and Morty this is just Morty! (I'm doing with my life?)