#supermortyfan

[traumatoonz]

My sweet boy 💛

[skyheartstar13]

Look, it’s Self-Love Morty! There he goes, practicing the self care of loving all Mortys. What an icon.

[littlemermorty-blog]

@supermortyfan || cont. from ask

“Heh, th-thanks… Maybe it’s, you know, all in my head that people care? Just when you’re the only one…. Oh, uh, but, yeah, being a mermaid I guess is… It’s fine I guess, but… I really wish I could walk and be… On land as often as the rest of you. It’s kinda crippling outside my, my own dimensions. I gotta use a wheelchair to g-get around."

[traumatoonz]

A bad time

[traumatoonz]

Lunch break from the Citadel 💏

[leatherdisaster]

"That's my blood. That's a lot of my blood" [supermortyfan]

Oh– well, fuck, yeah it was. At first, it was hard to really believe but luckily well-ingrained instincts never let Morty hesitate when it came to fixing a wound. He pulled off his jacket and then his shirt, tearing it down the middle to wrap around where the bleeding seemed to be coming from, pressing down to try and clot it. He panicked, but he tried not to show it, biting his lower lip as he took deep, shaky breaths, trying to steady them.

“I-it’s alright,” he tried to reassure him as he watched the dark red soak into his white tee, an unfortunately helpful indicator of how much he was losing, “s'gonna, ya-ya’s gonna be alright.”

After a minute he reached into his pocket and grabbed his knife, swallowing as he stripped away his friend’s shirt to inspect the wound underneath, wiping away the blood and– ugh, that’s gotta hurt. The greaser had obviously seen his share of violence in life, but there was nothing in his arsenal that could have prepared him for something like this.

“S-stay with me,” he said, hands shaking as he wrapped up the wound again and pulled the other Morty to him, wondering if he should take him to a hospital nearby or try to portal to one that might be more effective at the risk of waiting longer. He didn’t carry serum with him, another unfortunate mistake of leaving the house today as he considered texting Rick, but dismissed the idea as he was too worried about Morty to pull his attention away from him.

“I-I’ll fix it, s'gonna be f-fine.”

@supermortyfan

[leatherdisaster]

22 platonic touch [supermortyfan]

22. Leaning their head on mine’s shoulder tiredly-Morty got lost in the film running on tv, reclining on the couch and only feeling the weight against him when he shifted to get comfortable again. He reached a hand up to run his fingers over the other Morty’s shoulders, just enough to stir him.

“Ya wanna crash h-here tonight, baby?”