My Rick (22-Omega) and Ford (52-Alfa) portal pals!! They’re the same ones from this comic though presumably this is some time after they get away from Evil Stan :)
Neither of them were each other’s original travel partner. They accidentally swapped during a drunken binge some weeks ago and have to learn to live with the fact that they left their original friend behind…
to the doormat in me; you have the right to say no. never apologize for your decisions— explain yourself only at your discretion. never feel pressured to defend your choices. you do not need a reason to put you first. let your favors be in love and come from your overflow. do not starve yourself to feed others out of fear of loneliness. serve you everyday. say “no” today. say it again. don’t waste time trying to figure out who feels what about you. you have the right to be the only person you live for. free up your time that was once full of commitments that didn’t honor you. the kind of love worth a favor is counterfeit. do not become bitter when you see the love you gave was not returned to you. continue to love with discernment. you have the right to boundaries that only abide by you, and cause no harm to others. make it a mantra for others to follow. fall in love with having a voice. now fall in love with hearing your voice. become your favorite sound. you have the right to love that won’t exploit you. there are people who are okay with you living for yourself. the love you seek flows freely within you. you have the right to please you. do what makes you smile. you have the right to relationships with those that you won’t ask you to pay with your life to love them. your love belongs where it’s appreciated most, not with the highest bidder.
to the manipulator in me; you have the right to engage in confrontations. you do not always have to concede to psychological warfare. allow people to know your wants, needs and desires in its most natural form— tell them. you do not have to live avoiding altercations. let that nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach be a reminder of your release from feeling undeserving. you have the right to ask for what you want directly, confidently. you do not have to plant seeds, use power of suggestion, and create dramatic scenes acting out roles of victim & damsel to access the affection you long for. you have the right to be honest with yourself. you have a duty to remind people how you prefer to be loved. you have a duty to know what to tell people because you know yourself. you have a right to authenticity, and a life void of ulterior motives. you can be yourself and still receive what you need. you will never have to deceive, extort, or exploit others for your needs again because you know there is enough for you. you have the right to ask for more from others. you don’t have accept everything that is given. you have the right to be vulnerable. you have a right to be safe.
to the ugliest parts of me; you have the right to believe beautiful. you deserve to be showered with compliments. accept every kind word you receive without a counter argument. do not second-guess celebrations of yourself. bask in your moments of worship. you are glorious. we will never experience the unique frequency that is you, again. honor your rare existence. you are precious to me. be the best you there is. walk upright, and have compassion stored for the days that you don’t. you have the right to forgive yourself. the love you demand does not rely on successes and failures but on inherent self-worth. you are allowed to be imperfect, and you are allowed to receive love while imperfect. be proud of your work. there is healing in every mistake you made. they have a right to be seen so they can touch others. you are a picture best when shown when complete. find beauty in your own right. join hands with the rest of your existence. i am not complete without you.
use this as a template to create your own boundaries, or you may use this.
people may not use me as their emotional dump. people may not attempt to make me feel less than them. people may not gossip, lie in front of me, or ask me to lie.
people may not invade my space without permission. people may not use my needs to control me. people may not use me or my power to bring harm. people may not be allowed to affect my mood. people may not negotiate me.
i may not be dishonest with myself. i may not please for approval. i may not put down others to feel good. i may not hold on to what doesn’t serve me. i may not use my power to cause harm. i may not settle. i may not compare. i may not neglect my gifts given.
to protect my energy, it is okay to change my mind. to protect my energy, it is okay to cancel a commitment. to protect my energy, it is okay to take a day off. to protect my energy, it is okay to not answer that call. to protect my energy, it is okay to not share myself. to protect my energy, it is okay to do nothing. to protect my energy, it is okay to be alone. to protect my energy, it is okay to sleep in. to protect my energy, it is okay to speak up. to protect my energy, it is okay to move on. to protect my energy, it is okay to let go. to protect my energy, it is okay to change.
they tried to get noodle to eat brussels sprouts when she was little and they went on a health kick. she didn’t understand what they were called and thought they were called russel sprouts. to this day brussels sprouts are referred to as russel sprouts by everyone in the band and this is just an accepted phrase now. whenever they pass the produce aisle someone inevitably yells “hey russel!” and holds up a brussels sprout when he looks over (at least, 2d and noodle do. murdoc tends to just chuck a brussels sprout at russ’s head from all the way across the aisle and then pretend it wasn’t him.)
they all love the beatles so much. they tend to play beatles songs to warm up before practice; can’t buy me love was a favorite of noodle’s when she was little because 2d would dance with her and swing her around during the instrumental part while they sang. i want to hold your hand is also a popular one because during the bridge — “and when i touch you i feel happy inside” — 2d and noodle go all fake-sentimental and dramatically sigh and swoon all over the room. usually they sing to russ and get him to clasp their hands during this part or stroke murdoc’s face dramatically (he always pushes them away but he’s laughing.) one of the first songs murdoc learned was blackbird and he tends to play it to himself in his room when he’s alone, singing quietly. he taught it to noodle when she was really young and caught him singing it and even now, sometimes they’ll sit in the studio with their guitars singing blackbird together — it’s their thing.
okay but long after he retires from piracy and settles down on the planet, obi wan starts hearing stories about a pirate queen who marauds throughout the star systems, taking Separatist and Republic ships alike. dozens of crews have been dispatched to stop her, but none succeed
according to the rumors, the pirate queen is force-sensitive, which is why she travels in a scavenger ship and has a very minimal crew. one of the stories says that there’s just three of them, the queen and her two companions. sometimes a wookiee is mentioned, always wielding a bowcaster. for his part, obi wan thinks it’s nonsense. another jedi pirate? impossible.
he thinks that until one day a small, rickety scavenger ship lands in his garden without so much as a whisper of warning, and a girl swaggers down the gangplank, her hair done in three buns on the back of her head and dressed in gear obi wan associates with desert planets. her crew is as small as advertised, just two young men who stand just behind her looking far too casual for obi wan’s taste.
“well,” she says in a soft, lilting accent very much like his own. the force ripples around like heat from a flame. “this is a pretty little planet. I think i’ll take it off your hands.”
and that’s how obi wan, retired accidental pirate, meets rey, the scavenger pirate queen
Anti: I made him so hes MINE. Back off, Dark! Dark: You absolute petulant child. He’s not some toy that you can just claim for your own and play with until you break, He is a real living being. He doesn’t belong in your custody just because you decide it. Anti: Oh sure, youre only saying that because you want your little “boy toy” all to yourself. Well if you want him, EVEN BETTER, I get to take something from you, ya fuckin asshole! I’ve got him and you can’t have him! CC: Uh guys? Am I wanted now???? Do I get a say in this??? Both: Shut up, Crank.
(you can delete my extra story development from this point if you like!)
I don’t know if I mentioned it yet, but Anti was the one who did the botched spell to create him. He wanted some backup to help him kill Dark for getting him stuck with Jack. But very quickly after making CC, he realized that this frail little thing wasn’t going to help him do anything. But its also starting to piss him off that CC and Dark seem to get along so swimmingly. (”I MADE YOU TO HURT HIM NOT PLAY KISSIE KISSIE” ) and Anti is also a bit jealous like “Fuck you, Dark, Im stuck in Jack because of you and you’re a complete dickbag to me but you’re all pleasant and lovely with my junkpile” “thats because he is delightful and kind and you are nothing but a constant thorn in my side. Maybe If you weren’t such a “complete dickbag” yourself, I might consider my manners.” But Anti doesn’t HATE CC, just has a lot of negative feelings because of his relation to Dark. ouo I have a terrible comic planned to get a little further with CC’s and Anti’s relationship.
“….and the Prince whispered to the demon, “I know that you are gentle, and I know that you are kind. They twisted you into a vision that only you see.And, if you wish to escape this Hell, then my kingdom is open to you.”
And the demon took the Prince’s outstretched hand and let him lead him from fire and pain into a warmth that did not burn nor scar. It was a warmth that healed and grew.
The Prince showed the demon life, and the demon soon learned that it was not a demon at all, and in fact a human much like the Prince.
“I sought to save your soul, and show it for what it was. You are a beautiful human of joy and happiness, and I wish to show you all the wonders of the world,” said the Prince, “I wish to spend forever by my side, should you allow it.”
And together, they spent eternity side by side, spreading their warmth to the world.
Together, they loved happile ever after.
“Is that really how you met Papa?”
“It is indeed my darling.”
“Can people really turn other people into demons?”
“No my Love, but people can make others believe they have turned into a demon. But at the same time, people can help you find your beauty and remind you of who you truly are.”
“Daddy, do I have a beautiful soul?”
“My Love, your soul shines the brightest light this world could imagine. It glimmers brighter than a thousand diamonds and is more precious than all the jewels the world has to offer.”
“Is it like my hair?”
“Is it like my hair? Or my eyez? Did it come from you?”
His daddy hugged the child and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“Your soul is bright because of the wonder and beauty and magnificence you bring to this world. No one will ever take that from you.”
“Goodnight, my Darling.”
Anxiety closed the bedroom door, and turned to find his Prince leaning against the wall with a small smile and tears.
“You heard,” Anxiety sighed.
“Yes, my Love,” Prince whispered, “but you left out the best part.” He wrapped an arm around Anxiety’s waist and tugged him closer, so their faces were less than an inch apart, Anxiety’s hdands pressed to the others chest lightly.
“And what’s that?”
-And the two loved each other, until time itself folded back to let their hearts pass beyond into infinity, and the stars parted to let them soar, and the universe expanded so their love would never end.
And the love grew forever, until their demons were no more.