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A Mort has been spotted by something!! What could it be??? Why are Ricks and Mortys screaming? BECAUSE HERE COMES AN EXCITED ALIEN HYENA TO SAY HELLO TO MORTY BECAUSE HE'S A FRIEND!!!!

     It’s SYLVIE! And wow, she’s big.

Morty doesn’t know whether to dodge or to take the full blow of a tackle and die -- he’d probably die either way, honestly. He holds his arms out anyway; he’s ready for death by cutie.

   “ Wh-what are you doing here, girl? ” he asks as if she could respond. “ You’re -- you’re a lot, uh, bigger than last I saw you, h-huh? ”

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you FOOL he doesn’t know there are TWO OF THEM

i’ll just list more that apply,

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dramaimplant and lookin-slick

the boys,

@dramaimplant:

@lookin-slick:

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tbh merty and mortimer would have the same icons so

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send me your url and i’ll post 3-5 icons that sum up my muse’s feelings on yours.

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fuckthcpolice:

“Look dude, do whatever you want. Just saying though, if it were me, I’d just not think about it… Save those last few brain cells that everyone seems to be trying to kill. You know?”

   “ I-I dunno. I think it kinda -- it might open up some, uh, really weird questions about y-your inner self, or something.

   “ ... M-maybe that’s why it’s best left alone, actually. ”

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fuckthcpolice:

“It’s better if you don’t think too hard about it.”

   “ Saying that just makes -- only makes me want to think harder about it. ”

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fearcdmagic:

❝ Everyone craves the sweet sweet release of death… Sadly. ❞

   “ Jeez. A-at least pick a more reliable method. ” 

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   “ I-I-I really don’t see the appeal in the tide pod fiasco. What -- what’s so -- why would you want to -- I don’t get it. ”

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mcrtimersmith:

Now that got a raised brow from the President. 

Hang out? Hnn. he didn’t quite DO that, but anyone could guess that easily. Between the two of them, their ideas of FUN were two RADICALLY different things. Morty liked to play video games and mess around on the television and Mortimer? Well….he was pretty damn sure that Morty didn’t like being arms deep in a Rick’s skull. 

He can’t hide his CRINGE.

“Uh….I….I’m not SURE.” His tone turns awkward and unfamiliar. Mortimer doesn’t quite know HOW to act much like a kid, on account of the fact he had to GROW up rather quickly. He knew they were blissfully aware of things like taxes, getting jobs….at least the YOUNGER ones were. Most Mortys were at that stage where TIME was catching up to them. In a few years, give or take, a lot of the RICK workers here would be dead.

Probably.

“I don’t…really know…WHAT to do….uh…” God was he stuttering? The PRESIDENT of the Citadel, one of the POWERHOUSES that kept this place running was STUTTERING. He’d count that as embarrassing if 99% of the OTHER Mortys didn’t stutter as well.

The expression and hesitance makes Morty’s stomach drop. At first, he assumes maybe he’s overstepped a boundary, that they’re not that sort of friends, and his face loses some color with his realization. Mortimer is the President. Why would he want to -- or even have time to -- entertain another Morty like this?

     He’s already bought you a house, leave him alone, you annoying little --

   “ O-oh, ” Morty’s grin is forced and doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “ I-I-I mean, we don’t have to, I just -- I thought that, uh, the games y-you left here you picked ‘cause you liked ‘em, s-so. ”

Morty picks at the hem of his shirt, rubbing the fabric between his fingers to ground himself. His eyes scan the room instead of Mortimer as he tries to ignore the way the heat returns to his cheeks with shame. “ Jeez, that’s, uh -- th-that’s embarrassing. I-I mean, I could, uh... show you... ”

     No, you can’t; this isn’t a movie, idiot.

   “ I-I could show you? ” he repeats, voice a little less steady but louder and able to be heard. He blots out the familiar voice in his head. “ You gotta be super stressed from -- from doing president stuff, right? S-so, uh, you can -- y-you can come here to relax and hang if you... if you ever want to. Uh, have time to. ”

     Now you’re imposing.

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mcrtimersmith:

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“My, I haven’t seen another Morty in quite a long time…” Frankly, that was a lie. Mortimer had the PLEASURE to see Merty quite often these days, just as they had when they were young. Except for the fact that Merty was his ENFORCER now. The one who kept an eye on the kingdom and brought revolutioners and rioters to their KNEES. 

From where he sat, comfortable on the throne he’d made himself, Mortimer stared down at the other with a fancy and well-trained grin playing across his face. It was quite the mystery how Mortys could turn out so DIFFERENTLY if they tried. If they APPLIED themselves. Now here he sat before the other, a dictator of three different galaxies. And that was a perfect amount for him. Anymore and he’d NEVER get to see his husband these days.

A grin comes from the older, pleasant and kind. Malevolent for a dictator, most would say. Others? Otherwise. But that was beside the point. 

Pushing himself to his feet, Mortimer kept the pup in his hands, bottle tilted as the alien guzzled down the formula. Tiny paws carefully knead into the skin of his hands, Mortimer could only offer a kind hum as he approaches the other. The guards shifted, but did nothing more, remaining calm despite the steps that could be taken.

“And how can I help you then? I don’t get many newcomers to my kingdom…unless they’re trying to masquerade themselves as INNOCENT civilians to try and gain my good favor. They-” Mortimer gestures over his shoulder towards the two MASSIVE space hyenas behind him. “-always make quick work of THEM though.”

Where Mortimer was lying, Morty could relate. It had been so long since he’d seen another Morty, a Rick; the only time he saw his own face now was in the mirror. It was nostalgic to see another in front of him, so different and yet so similar. It filled him with that childish glee he’d long since lost and had been seeking for some time.

It was ironic that he turned out so much like a Rick. His own portal gun, his own care-free adventures -- all spent on his own for a while until he crafted his own companion. Fortune wasn’t with him now, though, as Morty often feared for his safety. (Still, after all these years, his luck was lacking.) But to see another Morty in this position -- a ruler, a king, was still shocking. 

     Mortys could be anything.

   “ Oh, n-nothing like that, sir, ” he assured Mortimer, voice still carrying that stutter and sway he’d had since childhood. His eyes flicked down to what was in his arms and softened, and he felt more at ease. “ I, uh, I’ve been -- I’ve been travelling, studying more primitive alien life -- th-the animals, in a sense. ” The pack on his back contained a lot of recent research that he hadn’t been able to return to his base quiet yet. Sketches, notes, stories as he followed certain individuals... Anatomy studies of the deceased.

   “ I wanted to -- well, you -- you have a lot of endangered species in that reserve you keep. ” Never mind where he’d heard it from. “ I wanted to ask permission to study them wh-where I can’t on their home planets. ”

Morty wanted to write a book. He wanted to publish his findings, to show the importance of creatures in every speck, on every planet -- to help save them. But it couldn’t work if he didn’t have enough information on those too close to extinction. To sweeten the deal, he offered quickly, “ I-I can pay. ”

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does it ever hit you how truly lonely you are? like you have this terrible realization that this world has seven and a half billion people and yet you are still so alone? 

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mcrtimersmith:

Mortimer gives Morty only a simple smile, pleased that he enjoyed this place so much. It made him feel good that he had done so good in finding the perfect Christmas present for the other. He’d put a lot of time and effort into getting this gift just right.

It made him GLAD.

Happy almost.

“That’s good. I was thinking i was going a little OVERBOARD with everything you know?” Which is a thing that he did. If anyone saw what he got Merty, they’d know that Mortimer was a natural-born SPOILER to the people he actually LIKED. “I probably could have gotten you an apartment on the LOWER floors and it’d still be as good as this one….probably not as big or fancy though.

“But, you know….anything could probably be a step up from that desolate and sad little apartment you were in before…?”

Quickly, Morty raises his hands and shakes his head. The gift is perfect, and he doesn’t want Mortimer to think anything less. To be fair, he was correct: anything would have been better than where he was living before. But despite how large of a step up it is, Morty likes the change. He likes how comfortable he’s gotten already.

   “ I-I mean, for sure, but still. ” He scratches the nape of his neck where his hair begins to curl. Maybe now he can save up some extra money for a hair cut; he doesn’t want his new nickname to be Mullet Morty. “ You, uh -- you really didn’t have to do any of this anyway, so... I’m really -- I’m grateful. ”

It’s been so long since someone has treated Morty nicely. Slick, sure, but it’s a different kind of nice -- and Miami is still a Rick, and he still acts like one. To him it feels like he’s on a sit-com and he’s made a rich friend. All of the jokes end in him being poor and his friend treating him by waving their money around, but it’s real and he really does have a new home.

   “ -- Uh, do you wanna, like, chill here? ” Morty rocks on his heels. The only other guest he ever has is Slick, and having the President over is making him more than a little nervous. “ W-we can play some video games, or -- or just watch TV. Maybe. If you -- if you want. ”

     Definitely been a while since he’s been able to offer those entertainments.

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What's your ideal Rick like?

   “ One that -- that treats me like a grandson first, a-and a sidekick second. ”

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