mortiezsmith

[mortiezsmith]

um , so . - dont th-nk -ve ever seen r-ck th-s drunk .

he took the p-cture of that woman off of the wall , and now hes just , lay-ng on the loungeplank , dr-nk-ng faygo , and hugg-ng the p-cture to h-s chest ? ? and - th-nk - heard h-m cry-ng ? ? ? what the fuck ?

um, so. i dont think ive ever seen rick this drunk.

he took the picture of that woman off the wall, and now hes just, laying on the loungeplank, drinking faygo, and hugging the picture to his chest?? and i think i heard him crying??? what the fuck?

[mortiezsmith]

theres a p-cture of a woman hang-ng -n the loungeblock . - asked h-m who -t -s , and he snapped at me to m-nd my own bus-ness and has been g-v-ng me the cold shoulder all day

theres a picture of a woman hanging in the loungeblock. i asked him who it is, and he snapped at me to mind my own business and has been giving me the cold shoulder all day

[mortiezsmith]

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Mortie shivers. For a coolblood, like the cerulean working tirelessly a few units to his left, the temperature is probably perfect. But for Mortie, whose blood is warm, whose body is sensitive, it's far too cold.

He doesn't have any clothes of his own, save the ones he's been wearing for almost a sweep. If his body wasn't so malnourished, he would have outgrown them by now.

The scienterrorist grunts wordlessly, and puts a hand out. Dutifully, Mortie hands him the tool that he had been entrusted to hold onto. He'd never envisioned himself as a lab assistant. Never envisioned himself as anything, really, save for the inevitable fate awaiting him as a battery for the Alternian Empire. Here, he'd reached an unsteady, impermanent peace. The promise of his future looming over the relative safety he basked in now.

Relative. Because as peaceful as it all seems, he knows that at any moment, the cerulean could choose to be a little less merciful than he has been. One wrong move on Mortie's part, and that would be the end of it. Mustard yellow blood dripping to the icy cold concrete floor.

Mortie shivers again.

The scienterrorist looks up, suddenly. "W-what'sa matter with you?"

He inhales sharply, startled, and draws his arms up towards his chest.

"I'm j-just a little cold, it's f-fine."

They're both still for a moment, Mortie avoiding the other's searching gaze. And then,

"Catch," Rick says casually, sliding off his labcoat and tossing it over. Mortie grasps for it, finally looking up and seeing his mildly annoyed expression.

"Wh-what-?"

"C-Christ, kid, just put it on already."

There's an "oh" moment as Mortie maneuvers the labcoat around him. It hangs thick and heavy on his body, a comforting weight, and he can already feel himself warming up.

Rick reaches nearby to flick the thermostat up a few degrees. "F-fuckin' warmbloods," he mutters, turning back to his work.

A moment later, Rick is passing him another tool to hold.

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[mortiezsmith]

i want it well known that all of this fucking shit started because of that staff teams inability to deal with a pedophile apologist. and i am so so so tired of being treated like i am a little baby for being upset about something that is so obviously an actual issue

fiction affects reality. if youre writing something in your character, there is some part of you that identifies with that aspect. i do not care how often you preach your bullshit, youre a piece of shit if you try to claim that this type of thing isnt important, or isnt a problem.

halfrose is a fucking freak, and it is so obvious that none of you care for the safety of any minor or adult. youre 18+ and still run around talking with minors. you preach that youre trying to get out, yet you still come running back and try to prove bullshit.

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n-ghts can get pretty busy here , so - dont always have free t-me , but when - do - l-ke to watch mov-es . - get all cuddled up w-th a snuggleplane and fall asleep on the loungeplank !

today the sc-enterror-st that -m l-v-ng w-th came -n out of nowhere and watched a couple w-th me .

-t was a l-ttle we-rd , but . -t was k-nda n-ce .

nights can get pretty busy here, so i dont always have free time, but when i do i like to watch movies. i get all cuddled up with a snuggleplane and fall asleep on the loungeplank!

today the scienterrorist that im living with came in out of nowhere and watched a couple with me.

it was a little weird, but. it was kinda nice.

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that edit took me literally 10 hours btw. im not even exaggerating. lol.

[mortiezsmith]

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A gentle breeze rolls past, ruffling Mortie's hair. He sighs quietly and turns his head up towards the sky.

The pink moon hangs far and full in the distance, the green moon a mere sliver of crescent. He can see far more stars here than he ever had in the city.

He won't deny that he misses it, sometimes. The hustle and bustle of everynight life around so many other trolls. Wistfully, he uncrosses his legs and lays on his back, closing his eyes.

It's silly to miss life on the streets, he thinks, and instead focuses on the feel of the purple Alternian grasses beneath his skin.

The faintest sound of metal against metal startles his eyes open. He sits up again and turns his head to see a familiar figure climbing out of the hatch in the dirt.

Rick seats himself on the ground a few feet to the side of Mortie.

"Y-you never told me you were heading up."

"I-I didn't know I had to, to ask permission for every little thing."

It's the first time Mortie's been anything but agreeable towards him. And maybe it's dumb for him to talk back to a highblood, but something about the air is making him feel bold.

Rick doesn't respond for a moment. Gives the goldblood a long look.

"You don't," he says finally, before pulling himself to his feet and heading back in.

Mortie's hair is ruffled again.

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[mortiezsmith]

He narrows his eyes a little and tilts his head, then leans in to smell it.

"oh !"

Mortie takes a big drink from the glass.

"-ts sweetened sourfru-t ju-ce ! - love th-s stuff . thank you !"

"its sweetened sourfruit juice! i love this stuff. thank you!"

"Lemonade?" :) -Quantum Morty (@therevivedcouncil)

um , maybe ? whats lemonade ?

[mortiezsmith]

"Lemonade?" :) -Quantum Morty (@therevivedcouncil)

um , maybe ? whats lemonade ?

[mortiezsmith]

dur-ng the day , usually . although my schedule has been a l-ttle we-rd s-nce - started l-v-ng here .

during the day, usually. although my schedule has been a little weird since i started living here.

hm. fascinating. - @maycins

um , h- ? - guess ? who are you ?

um, hi? i guess? who are you?

[mortiezsmith]

Hello. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

- @emorty

h- ! thanks for say-ng hello , -ts n-ce to meet you too !

hi! thanks for saying hello, its nice to meet you too!

[mortiezsmith]

Dimension code. What is it.

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Mortie clicks his palmhusk off, tucks it into his sylladex, and pulls himself off of the loungeplank.

His steps echo in the metal hallway, loud clangs that send a little jolt through his bloodpusher at each footfall. The walls are small, oppressive. He wonders if he should go outside for a little while, get some fresh air. He wonders if maybe he should leave for good.

The walk is both far too long and much too short. He stops in front of an unassuming door, same dull metal as the rest of everything in here. A deep breath, filling his bellowsacs with oxygen.

Knock, knock, knock.

"H-hey, Rick? A-are you busy?"

Just a few too many seconds pass before the door jerks open.

"I'm a-" -pause for a belch- "-lways b-busy, Mortie."

The tall ceruleanblood wipes a drop of Faygo from his chin, his expression mildly annoyed. "W-whaddya want?"

He bites his lip, looks away. "Um, s-sorry, just- uh, someone online wanted to know my dimension number? A-a-and I was wondering if you c-could-"

"Palmhusk," he demands, and holds a hand out.

Mortie blinks. "W-what-?"

"Palm. Husk."

A soft sigh, and the device is passed over.

Rick turns it on. Mortie leans forward just a bit to watch as the man clicks around a bit, uncovering a "Settings" page on Grublr that's entirely unfamiliar to Mortie. It's scrolled through far too fast for him to understand much, but he manages to catch the words "interdimensional," "privacy," and "monitoring."

After a few more taps, Rick passes the device back.

Mortie's hand trembles a bit as he grabs for his palmhusk again.

He raises a cautious and inquisitive gaze towards the ceruleanblood, and gets an eyeroll in response.

"H-had to make sure you weren't, weren't gonna lead any enemies s-straight to me, Mortie. That app's g-got some pretty wide f-fucking range."

"O-oh, um. R-right. That makes sense. Sorry, Rick."

Another eyeroll.

"HS-612."

And the door slams shut.

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[mortiezsmith]

why does your blood colour matter?

- dunno -f youve not-ced , but hemoanons dont exactly get treated very well ! -m better off be-ng honest about be-ng a lowblood than - would be h-d-ng -t .

i dunno if youve noticed, but hemoanons dont exactly get treated very well! im better off being honest about being a lowblood than i would be hiding it.

[mortiezsmith]

why do you type like that?

cmon my typ-ng qu-rks not that we-rd . -ts just , l-ke , a closed eye ! to represent my , uh , sh-tty ps-ion-cs .

cmon my typing quirks not that weird. its just, like, a closed eye! to represent my, uh, shitty psiionics.

[mortiezsmith]

what species are you!

-m a troll ? are there , other spec-es on here ? l-ke from other planets and stuff ?

im a troll? are there, other species on here? like from other planets and stuff?

[mortiezsmith]

um , okay ? k-nda we-rd but at least you arent try-ng to murder me lol

um, okay? kinda weird but at least you arent trying to murder me lol

hm. fascinating. - @maycins

um , h- ? - guess ? who are you ?

um, hi? i guess? who are you?

[mortiezsmith]

hm. fascinating. - @maycins

um , h- ? - guess ? who are you ?

um, hi? i guess? who are you?

[mortiezsmith]

"Centipede!" A centipede drops from a portal - Aliza (@alternateadventuresrpblog)

He catches the centipede in his hands, gives it a sniff, and then takes a bite out of it.

"thank you ! hundred legged arthropods are one of my favor-te snacks ! .)"

"thank you! hundred legged arthropods are one of my favorite snacks! :)"