#mortimer brisk

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@jalapenjowrites

Mort

im really proud of the arms and shading!

[snakeguy999]

Drew a ManTiss @nolan-the-rat

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I don’t think I have the nerve to finish this.

Mort gets a kiss because i really like him.

(if I could draw his bf easily it would be)

@itsflowers i will make more mort content

maybe even Sam and jam

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Mort content

Mort and his boss man make out

Oh god it’s that time to be gay

Again.

@jalapenjowrites , @snakeguy99 and @itsflowers because mort enjoyers must gather

Some cute softie fluff for my mutuals

Tw: omg alien fish men kiss! I’m gonna get descriptive too, swearing

The doors to the casino swung open as The Brisk brothers hauled in that days catch, dropping it near the side of the bar and taking a seat at the counter.

The largest of the three, a burly 6’5 man named Mortimer, took out a cigar and lit it, taking a long drag before letting his shoulders droop out of exhaustion.

The other two, practically vibrating in they’re seats, shoved at each other playfully, chatting about the adventure they just had.

“The usual, Mort?”

The bar tender approached the three, wiping a glass.

Mortimer grunted in response, sliding a few coins across the counter.

The bar tender took them and walked away to fetch the drinks, leaving the three.

Mort let his chin rest on the counter, closing his eye to maybe get a bit of rest before his drink came.

He let the sounds of the bar drown out, puffing out smoke every once in a while.

...

“...M-Mortimer? Boss’ wants to s-see you.”

The pirate perked up, looking over at the source of the voice.

A skinny, timid looking salamander waited for him just a few feet away from the counter, his arms behind his back.

He sighed and got up, grumbling curses as he tapped out his cigar, brushing past the salamander who jumped out of the way hurriedly,

“Sam, Jam, keep an eye the catch, I’ll be right back.”

They both nodded enthusiastically, “got it!” And went back to shoving each other.

———

The door to the dimly lit room squeaked as he pushed it open, stepping in and closing it quietly.

Across the room, behind a large desk, was ManTiss. A towering 8ft mantis shrimp with a punch that could knock your brains out...literally

“You...wanted to see me?”

The “Boss” gestured for Mort to step forwards, his claws drumming on the desk.

“Did you get what I needed..?”

The pirate nodded, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Hm...good.”

...

“That....all you called me in for?”

He chuckled, standing up.

“Of course not...I haven’t seen my little pirate all week~”

He pinched morts cheek gently.

“Oh...”

His cheeks flushed,

He really called me up here for this?? Little shit...

The crustacean sauntered around the desk, towering over mort,

“I don’t want much from you...not yet at least...”

Mort sighed deeply, the red flush on his cheeks was very vibrant over his usual light pink, highly visible even in the dim lighting.

I’m gonna fucking kill him after this I swear.

He roughly grabbed his collar and pulled him down to level, smashing the taller’s “mouth” into his own.

The others antennae wiggled in delight, wrapping his appendages around the pirate as webbed hands found his waist.

The crustacean leaned back onto the desk, wrapping his claws around morts neck for support.

They stayed like that for a minute or two...they rarely got to talk anymore because of morts work, so this moment was going to be savour-

Suddenly, Mort jerked away, putting a hand up to his mouth.

“AY WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!”

A trickle of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, a cut on his tongue glistening a vibrant red.

“Oh...oops?”

The pirate grumbled in annoyance, wiping his mouth off,

“Listen, when you want to “talk” just wait till the casinos closed. Not just after I come back from a hunt.”

“Awww but Mortie I’ve missed you sooo much...”

The pirate grumbled, flushed once more.

“Cut that shit out, you know that being cheesy won’t get you off the hook darlin’”

The crustacean chuckled, pushing himself up off the desk to lean into mort,

“Circling back to pet names are we?”

“Shut your trap you handsome piece of shit.”

(AND NOBODY DIED LETS GOOOOOO-)

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More mort lore:

@itsflowers because info on mort is much needed.

his boyfriend is 8 fucking feet tall.

mort is 6 ft 5 inches

I wanna see some fanart besties

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The mort lore hand it over

aight,

mort and his brothers have a boss called man-tiss (he's a mantis shrimp) and he runs a casino,

a casino planet.

a whole ass planet of casino.

mort and his bro's are also outlaws, pirates even.

(that's why they are the secondary antagonists)

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QUICK! MORT DRANK THE LAVA LAMP-

DRAW IT!!!!

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kk besties.

i wanna see if you guys have the power to draw mort.

@snakeguy99 i really like that drawing you did of MORT BECAUSE AAAAAGGGHHHH-

and @jalapenjowrites we all know your failing no simp September

if your gonna draw him use the tag

Mortimer brisk

and @ me

if you think he’s spicy because I know some of you do, Draw him. I dare you