Jessica Rick and Morty Fan Art Jessica Rick and Morty Sexy

Recollect Annie from Anatomy Park? This her now. Experience erstwhile nonetheless?

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Rick and Morty 1x1

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the Mort Dinner Rick Andre episode was just perfect it had everything that makes Rick and Morty Rick and morty. Morty finally got together with Jessica only for her to give a huge voice communication nearly the meaningless of time and the frendzoning Morty and claiming herself to be "the time god" just perfect the writing was amazing. Mr Nimbus is merely amazingly hilarious and I love him then much and the whole rivalry friendship arc between him and Rick was amazing. summertime is badass as e'er. and morty'southward parents want to have a threesome with Mr Nimbus bcs they are now a "sexual activity positive couple". it was astonishing this episode merely brought a huge smile to a face up forth with several laughs. RICK AND MORTY IS BACK BABYYYY!!!!

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Morty and Jessica.

When they're married Morty and Jessica volition name a son of their'south Marty. Equally Morty would not want to proper noun him Morty Jr, due to the things that happened with his half Gazorpian son Morty Jr. Jessica who knows about it volition understand.

I accept that at some bespeak in the by, Morty told Jessica about what he went through all of it. Role of him was afraid she'd go out him either for finding him to be weird, or dangerous, or a liar. But she believed him and stayed with him and by his side.

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asking : Morticia sits next to Jessica at lunch, and tries to confess her feelings.

"Your feelings are real, Morticia. Yous don't have to hide them," Jessica reaffirms the fiddling wreck beside her. And then, even from beyond the table, Tricia Lange grants Morticia a…perverse seal of approval.

"Mm, yum. Why does Jessica get all the expert ones?"

"I-I…" Morticia fumbles with her words and fingers. The brawl of nervousness that'due south tucked itself in her pharynx is still there, until, at last, the niggling daughter takes it upon herself to swallow it. Her eyes are airtight. Everything that near fawnlets understood is suddenly gone. Amidst the black, there's merely Jessica. One affair. Her.

"Whenever I'm around you, Jess, everything's suddenly warm and floaty. I-I know that they're wrong – or not wrong, I guess – but I…you lot know…" Morticia waved her hands effectually, as if waiting for some tip or last transaction. She'due south "bussing" her own feelings. Cleaning her own chaotic thoughts. "Have them, you know?"

"What I'm trying to say is—" Morticia wants to continue on, unhappy with the lack of emotion on Jessica'due south face up.

Until she kisses her.

Jessica, the prettiest star in Morti's sky, locks Morticia in a breath-taking display of nipping and biting. There in the cafeteria the little lovebird's heart flutters and swells, and Jessica'south cheeks first to burn every bit scarlet as her pilus. The simply thing betwixt the 2 of them—not air, not her grandpa, not a great or demonic conflicting ghost—is beloved. And it waves and crashes, until finally spilling over with i, long, exasperated breath from none other than Jessica.

"The reply's yes, Morti. Besides. After Brad—I recall I'yard washed with guys."

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A redraw sketch from a while ago of something old because I'm going to miss Jessica and morty 🥺❤️❤️❤️

2018 v 2020

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Fine art!

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Decided to redraw an old doodle of mine since flavour four of Rick & Morty came out. Sorry I misspelled Jessica

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Galaxy holograms make for a very romantic setting

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Doodles galore! Some Dipper and Morty! Also Jessica and Morty. I ship Morty with everyone I estimate lol!!

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Happy (early) Easter!

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General Arc 7

/She had a Rick one time/ She remembered, she used to love sweets. /She had a Rick one time, but she also had a Diane./ She remembered her life in Washington, in Michigan. /She had a Rick once, just she also had a Diane. Then she had a Beth. / She remembered the fights, the tears, the chaos. /She had a Rick in one case, but she besides had a Diane. Now she simply had a Beth. / She remembered her lowest point in life, how her sun can in the course of a small piddling daughter. /She had a Rick once, merely she also had a Diane. Then a Beth. / She remembered a house filled with only women at i signal. /She had a Rick once/ She remembered her life before she pushed papers for the quango. A life before she became the nearly trusted advocate for the Citadel of Ricks, before she used her business concern expertise to grow this space hub into the most glorious city on the central finite bend. She also remembered how she was experimented on for her "unique" effects on Ricks. /She had a Rick once/ And she'd exist damned if she didn't get her Rick back. /She had a Rick once/ Afterwards 10+ years, both Rick and Roxxanne dropped dorsum into the lives of Beth. She was undoubtedly pissed, but afterward a few months, and a lot of yelling, Roxy was able to explicate what happened, to Beth. With this Roxx and Rick was introduced to the newest edition to the family, they might've been fourteen years too late, merely the male child finally got to meet his grandparents. The first thing Rick did with his grandson was go on an adventure. By the time both came back for dinner, Rick was yelling "Rick and Morty forever, 100 years!" Roxy smiled, age lines starting to grow in. Rick and Roxx finally looked like grandparents. /She had a Rick once/ Rick roped Morty in his antigovernment sentiments and almost of their adventures started to target either the Federation or the council of Ricks. While her husband and grandson went off adventuring, she had a mission of her own too. She started to target every Rick that has done her or her hubby wrong during their time in captivity on the Citadel. With her unauthorized portal gun and a married man who could make portal fluid with a snap of his fingers she was able to maintain this lifestyle for a while. She didn't know why it took her forever to learn that her actions create consequences. But past the time she learnt her lesson, it was already too late. /She had a Rick in one case/ And her Rick bled on the asphalt of the street. The reddish liquid painted the ground with majority on black pavement instead of his body. She walked into the Beth'southward domicile, where all their, now but her, memories were kept. The destruction in the living room, the kitchen, the garage, everywhere. Her lips trembled, truly scared of what she'll witness, but she must. If not for her, at to the lowest degree for them. For her Jerry, for her Beth. For her Summertime and her Morty. But most of all for her Rick. "Surveillance, playback security cams. Reenact crime scene." She concluded upward puking for an entire 24-hour interval after watching. /She had a Rick one time/ "Blow up dimension SW-33T. Record destruction and blame on terrorist Ricks C-550, 301B, C-132, and C-137. Follow same procedure for dimensions A-17, Zeta 02, and alpha ix and all their sub-universes. Send "evidence" to the Citadel." "Action confirmed, at present commencing destruction on 12 multiverses." The AI replied. Roxxanne did information technology, she got all her revenge to the people who did her wrong, but she never felt then empty. She caressed the portal gun her Rick made her. She modified and so she can go unseen, past even the council of Ricks. She was able to create her ain Portal fluid since the passing of her husband. She felt empty, and now wanted to fill the void. /She had a Rick once/ She did drugs, alcohol, and sexual practice, but they were and so temporary. Why couldn't something more fill up the void, why couldn't be happy? And then she institute her vice.��

/She had a Rick once/ She turned her torso toward the man she was sharing a bed with. Her vivacious red hair turned strawberry blonde. Her torso, although impressive for her historic period, was still saggy in some places. She turned away from the ebony skinned man and got herself dressed. It was time for the act to brainstorm. She grabbed the expensive but very valuable cigars he gifted her last night and left. She came back with a drugged-out woman with similar pilus color as herself and draped her across the man. She checked their pluses and vital signs to ensure they were alive just knocked out. Finally, she gave a call. --- Roxxanne with makeup, a tank top, and tight jeans ran into the motel room and covered her mouth. She looked at her "friend" then at the 2 expressionless bodies on the bed. She ran back out, stuck a finger downwardly her throat with her hands yet covering her face and puked over the railing. Her "friend" came out and held her pilus. Roxxanne started to pinch her skin, willing tears to come out. "I told y'all where he was at and then you could work things out, non kill him!" "Roe! He was cheating on me! With a sex offender! That adult female is a known sexual activity offender in at least 2 states!" "What if you hubby was the victim!" "Oh don't give him too much credit. Once I could believe, twice I'll pity, but for months! There is no way!" Her "friend" tried to bring Roxxanne within, for a more private word, but she could already see the neighbors calling in the cops equally the look out their window. "I'g going to jail. I should've never told you where he was! I tin can't get to jail, what am I going to do with my granddaughter!" Roxxanne broke down crying in public, she edged her peripherals to see some of the callers seem to pity her. Perfect. "Roe! Make it the room!" "No! I don't want to! Please, don't make me go back in!" She protested and "struggled" against her grasp equally she was dragged into the murder scene. The human she slept with hours before her "friend's" arrival had his caput blown into smithereens. The woman she dragged in had her insides spilling out of her. She was a known sexual activity offender with quite a racist contour, she would rape people of colour and either weep wolf or torture them. Both were shot with a shot gun at close range, which is why the scene was so messy. "Roe, accept the shotgun and hid information technology somewhere." "Delight, please don't brand me exercise this." "Nosotros are already in too deep, you lot are at present an accessory of murder. If you desire to ever see your granddaughter once again, we need to make clean this up." Roxxanne looked passed her friend and saw and hush-hush cop automobile, parked outside. Roxxanne vehemently shook her caput side to side, but her "friend" shoved the gun in her hands and shoved her out the door. Roxxanne shivered and shook as she descended the cabin stairs with a shotgun cradled into her arms. Suddenly a homo appeared in front of her and covered her rima oris. She "jumped" and bit the inside of her cheeks to start the water works. "Okay miss I demand you to- wait at-home down, look I'm an undercover cop, not some bad guy look. Here is my badge. Everything is going to be fine now. We got witnesses that tin can testify for your innocence. You lot're not in problem." Roxxanne nervously shook her caput and "complies" with the police force. He took the gun away from her arms and told her to get to his colleague and pointed at the undercover car she spotted in the window. She agreed. --- That day her "friend" was instantly arrested and was judgement to life imprisonment. "Roe" came by and visited that friend for three months. Roe kept this friend sane and happy. For it was Roe who told this friend near her adulterous husband, for information technology was Roe that was with her through the toughest times of her spousal relationship. This friend talked to Roe everyday she was in prison through a phone and glass. In a brusque while, this friend looked forwards to the everyday, mundane transpires of Roe. Everyday she waited for her to come back. Until one day she didn't. This friend waited for hours, then days, then a calendar week. This friend asked one of the guards what happened to Roe. They informed her that her friend "Roe" was assaulted terminal calendar week and died just outside the prison. That friend got emotional really quick. The following week afterwards being informed, she challenged and fought many inmates. By the next calendar week her "friend" was found dead in her jail cell with no one cause how she died. The official cause of death argument: depression. Just like Diane. "Roe" disappeared neatly off the census and then was her "friend". Roxxanne was on her driveway, garage open up, smoking a big, fat cigar with a margarita on the side and sunglasses. Her strawberry blonde pilus was dyed lighter and bit more pinkish. She puffed hazy air, relishing on the loftier she was on, lounging on a chair. She tapped the singe off in the designated jar that was placed on a cooler along with her potable. Although this game was quite messy, she killed three birds i stone. The void in her chest seemed to compress, it almost fabricated her feel complete, but previous attempts told her this was only a temporary bliss. 6 months, this game lasted her 6 months. 3 for the married man, and iii for her "friend". She honestly thought the game would terminal longer; she overestimated her targets. She was ever down for the long game. She had the fourth dimension, coin, and patience. For a 63-year-erstwhile she didn't look a day over 50. Or at least that what she told herself. She was obsessed with a few things in life. Ane of them was beauty. She wanted to look immature fifty-fifty though she did not feel young at all. Personally, if she had the pick to choose, she would rather experience young than look, only she hasn't felt young since she lost her husband, so she could only get for the next best affair: looks. She was also obsessed with pushing people to their ain toxicity. Information technology didn't really matter who, merely she still has morals so she tries to aims this obsession to the disgusting people of the globe. Finally, she was obsessed with- "Ah gee, Rick, nosotros- nosotros need to clean this up before mom gets dwelling!" "Sh...ut up Mooorty. I... I've... You thou-know what, just don't think most it. I al... always have a p-program." A blue haired scientist just crash landed on his own firm, burping through his sentence with alcohol splayed on his face. Abreast him was a young brown-haired boy hunched shoulders looking at his grandpa nervously. The infinite craft skidded on pinnacle of their house and into their driveway. Thankfully for Rick information technology didn't crash into the garage, but the vehicle itself looks worse for habiliment. Oh, and the roof. Roxxanne took a sip or her margarita every bit she watched the Smith duo from afar. Her shades displayed nothing abnormal on the exterior, the world oblivious to her actions. The scientist grabbed a familiar box and pressed the button. "Hi I'one thousand Mr. Meeseeks!" "Mr. Meeseeks, repair the roof." "Can exercise!!" The bluish humanoid immediately began the process of repairing the roof. Rick ordered Morty to pick up the metallic scraps scattered on the driveway from the space craft. With merely very little resistance, he agreed, and the blue haired man took off his lab coat and showtime fixing his hovercraft. The woman sighed and took off her sunglasses. The Smith house disappeared as she did so. Her optics gazed around the neighborhood she really lived in. Generally, a improve-looking neighborhood than the Smith family. It was more than well-kept, a bit more pretentious, and however a suburbia: the grass was a fleck greener, the streets were well paved with no cracks, and the sidewalks were clean. She was a few blocks down from where the Smith family lived. She stretched in her chair before moving to identify everything back in her garage. In her driveway was a posh looking car and within the garage was a motorcycle. "Keen aunt Roxx?" She stopped briefly and looked at the person who chosen her. She smiled and go along to pack up as she replied. "Yeah, sweetness pea?" "Tin my friends and I stay over your house for a study session?" "No problem, only tell me the date." "Thanks grandma!" "No trouble, Jessica." Once the teenage redhead left dorsum inside her house, she finished packing. Smoking the last of her blunt, she likewise downed her margarita like it was a shot. The sunglasses she took off hanged on the shirt about her chest. She took a brief expect back at the Smith house and saw the aforementioned scenario. She took the glasses off and placed them in a chiffonier in her garage. The garage was well maintained and make clean. 1 one-half was dedicated to her tinkering or self-repair for vehicles, while the other hosted her joy ride. She airtight the garage door and entered her two-story house through the garage. In this dimension, she never met Rick. In this dimension she didn't run into Diane. In this dimension she never had a Beth. In this dimension, she didn't have anyone. Not until she got an invitation to a funeral. A funeral of her apparent older sister by a few years. She went out of marvel, and met her grandniece, Jessica. Memories, probably suppressed by this Roxxanne'southward body, flooded into her. She had a family? In this dimension, she never plant anyone who could keep upwards with her, thus making her all lonely. In this dimension she was smart, too smart for her own good. She was a successful business organization woman, did fourth dimension in the army, and loved to tinker with improbable science ideas. This dimension was nigh an exact mimicry of her ain, the merely divergence… The only difference was she had no relation to the Smith family. Her consciousness, later on she died in her original trunk, rerouted her to this dimension. To exist honest she was ready to start over, plow a new foliage, be a better person. Certain, she had an estranged family, just this was her chance to reconnect. In addition, she could exist herself and not act in front of them considering they didn't know her. The fix up was perfect. Yet, it all came crashing down when she saw a familiar family unit at a grocery store a month after.

She knew then, this was the catch and she was too curious for her own good.

What was this Rick like? Was he expert? Was he Evil? Was he bad? Former habits die hard. Yes, she had one more obsession. She was obsessed with Rick Sanchez. This Rick was 1 of the terrorist Ricks. One of which she blamed for the destruction of a few multiverse. /She had a Rick one time/ Rick SW-33T. /She had a Rick once/

And this was not her Rick.

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some old fine art I buried in my art ig archive.

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anyway,  in  dimension  c-136,  morty  and  jessica  have  a  pretty  okay  relationship.  albeit -  uh,  paradoxical.  he'southward  kind  of  constantly  shuttling  between  ii  patterns  of  behavior  around  her,  those  beingness:

agreement  that  him  and  jessica  probably  aren't  meant  to  be  together  romantically,  but  can  have  a  good  connection  as  friends,  thus  chilling  the  fuck  out  around  her---  which  ironically  makes  him  come  across  as  more  bonny  and  and then  beingness  in  a  relationship  becomes  more  feasible.  (cute  girls  like  you  mode  better  when  you're  not  blustering,  flustering  and  awkwardly  gawping  at  them  from  beyond  the  hall,  who  knew?)  they  take  fun  talking  together  and  even  hang  out  now  and  again,  because  he'south  not  an  actual  wreck  and  actually  pretty  fun  /  sugariness  when  he's  more  relaxed.

merely  the  moment  he  recognises  it  could  mayhap  happen,  he  nearly  immediately  becomes  bad-mannered  and  uncertain  and  basically  unable  to  speak  coherent  words  around  jessica  again,  in  turn  making  information technology  weird  between  them  again,  because  she's  non  into  him  when  he's  so  lacking  in  cocky - confidence  and  putting  her  on  that  pedestal,  and  he'due south  too  caught  up  in  worrying  over  what  she  thinks  and  whether  he'south  saying  the  right  things  all  the  time,  completely  screwing  his  chances  along  the  manner.

they're  just  kind  of  going  effectually  in  circles.  their  relationship  is  at  it's  best  when  they're  grin  at  each  other  when  they  cross  paths,  greeting  each  other  in  the  halls  and  occasionally  cracking  jokes  about  how  gross  the  schoolhouse  meals  are  or  something.  sometimes  she'll  cast  him  a  sympathetic  look  when  rick's  hauling  him  off  or  publicly  berating  him  and  he's  consoled  her  afterwards  a  break  up  or  ii  with  brad.

the  Tension  is  there  sometimes.  the  Unspoken  multifariousness.  simply  it'south  very  likely  nil  will  ever  come  of  it,  and  he's  trying  to  be  okay  with  that.

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sorry, morty

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My hopes for flavour four of Rnm is that Jessica and Morty get on an take chances. Though, whether or not Rick meses that upwardly is a different story. 🤔

I'd love a Doofus Rick cameo 😍

Oh, and too exploring Jerry's style choices 🤔 Last couple of seasons he'due south been working some prissy outfits

I got and so much I want to see 💕💕💕💕

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Heyyyyy

I have opened a Twitter folio for Rick and Morty'south incorrect quotes, tin you follow it? Cheers xoxo 💕💕💕💕

I'll give a cookie to anybody who follow the folio

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what if Beth became Morty'southward kid'south Rick

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"It volition exist quick"

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