#evil morty rp

[militiamortys]

Everyone always complains about life on the Citadel, especially for those of us Mortys who are clones or lost our Ricks. Meanwhile, the Council has graciously allowed us to either go to school to find a new Rick, or choose to remain Rickless and accept the burdens and consequences that come along with that.

As Mortys of the militia, we're here to answer all your burning questions about what it's like and to spread the Council's grace to as many Mortys as are willing to listen. Since neither of us are commissioned officers, we do also have an officer here to make sure we're not divulging any secret information. He'll be checking and scanning our posts to make sure everything is as it should be.

OPINONS EXPRESSED REPRESENT THE FEELINGS OF THE INDIVIDUALS RUNNING THIS BLOG AND IN NO WAY OFFICIALLY REPRESENT THE CITADEL, MILITIA, OR COUNCIL.

This blog will mostly be canon-typical but TW for propaganda and cult rhetoric. I'm the same mod from @chrysanthemumcanary and @mortysquared I'm an adult, but please no NSFW (even with Major). This is basically an AU where Evil Morty was captured by the Citadel, forcibly enlisted into the military, and made to start a blog to convince other Mortys not to kill their Ricks. (She's biding her time) There's a few other differences between her and canon but that's the important one.

Intros and MRS014AQ

I'm Private Morticia Chauncey Smith D-354! My friends call me Morti, but you can call me Chrys! It's short for Chrysalis, like a butterfly, since I've still got a long way to go, but I'm turning into a better person every day! ^-^ Please use she/her pronouns for me!

I'm Sargent Morty #2877. I'm a clone, which is why I don't have a dimensional code or a full name. My friends call me Sevens or Chauncey, I don't have a huge preference between them.

Major Rick S-014 reporting in. I'm mostly here for supervisional purposes.

MRS014AQ

Q: Chrys, weren't you the Morty that killed 28 Ricks in cold blood?

A: Yes! I was deeply misguided after the loss of my Rick and immensely hurt. I felt like if I wasn't allowed to have a Rick, no one should. I'm growing past that now, but it's still hard to remember him, and even harder to remember everything I've done.—Chrys

Q: Chauncey, weren't you the Morty that turned Chrys in? Any hard feelings between you two?

A: Yes, that was me. I'd been working undercover for a bit, but we finally managed to stage an ambush. I mean it's a little hard to get past all the devastation I've seen her cause, but I don't want to get in the way of her growth. That's part of the reason we started this blog together, to show no hard feelings between us.—Chauncey

Sevens is absolutely right. I was absolutely pissed when he first brought me in, obviously, but the Citadel has shown me the error of my ways, and I'm so grateful that he was able to stop me before I did anything worse.—Chrys

Q: Major Rick S-014, how should we address you if we don't want to type out your full dimensional code?

A: You will type out my full dimensional code and title regardless.—Major Rick S-014

[evilmortymortimer]

Is this anything

[out-of-the-curve]

Eye for an eye

[msc137]

someone pretty awesome once said, "people who can do pottery are cool", and i gotta say i agree!

[ooc: this was drawn by @mortricken]

[emorty]

[@msc137]

Skittle raises his portal gun. The engraving feels solid and real against her palm. A flick of a switch, and the preset is selected.

He turns his head back, and there's Rick standing at his lab bench. Tools are spread across the table, an organized chaos.

They exchange nods.

She turns her head forward again, fires the portal, and steps through into Effie's atrium.

Effie is standing there, motionless, her face blank as Skittle enters into her atrium. She tilts her head and sparks fly from her eyepatch.

"I said it wouldn't be that easy," she hisses. Her voice is staticky. She steps to the side with an empty smirk, revealing Eddie behind her.

"I don't need to be 'fixed.' I'm exactly the way I'm meant to be."

[girl-rick]

Round two of art to keep y'all occupied

These ones are more morticia and pawn centered

@presidentpawn

[x1633chefrick]

Butcher, how’s it with the priest? Is he struggling much?

NOPE. He just wriggles like a worm.

@priest-richard-sanchez ))

[evilrickz-6725]

@anotherc137rick @rickz6725

*turns around, slow clapping*

well, well, well..

You both found me! Congratulations! I'm surprised you even defeated my babies... I'll miss them. But it's whatever.

NOW GET YOUR ASSES FUCKING READY!!

*His extra arms aim at Z and Rick, the hands rotating like they are firing up. Val is sitting in the corner of the room, bleeding and out of it.*

[y-2178]

"Geez, another evil Rick, uh-..... I don't know what else to say other than you want some crack?" - Miami (@mcevrickblog)

“I’m mm.. already doped up on several things right now, but sure, I could always be higher than I already am.”

[fallingthruthehourglass]

The boy <3

[basementdwellerrick]

Who else wants to be put in . My glorious . Jar collection .

@og-rick @sharkrick @drhotpenis @j-19zeta7 @beefsaw @surgeonrickk @spacepiratericky @ricksanchez

@reporiiiiick

@e-22912

@butterflyrick

@scoliosisrick @jsmith1912

[colonthreemorty]

alright. uh. me and @emorty are on our way.

- @msc137

AHH IM SO EXCITED!! I HAVE AN OUTFIT ONA ND EVERYHTIN SND I HAVE GIFTS AND!

[eye-patch-dude]

Respond to this post with ideas of what to do in my space mansion,I'm so bored.

[out-of-the-curve]

Excerpts of the Curve

[msc137]

[@emorty]

Darkness. And then a spark. And then a blinding flash.

When Effie opens her eye, she groans and covers her face with a hand to block out the painful light.

She takes a minute to stretch out each limb while still laying down before slowly sitting up and stretching out her sore back. How long has she been out for? Effie finally pulls her hand away from her face, dragging her fingers along her nose bridge to soothe her headache as she does so.

Effie looks up and sees him.

Skittle hears the groan and immediately sits up, turning his full attention on Effie. His heart pounds as he watches her stretch, and his hands rise to clutch at his shirt.

He'd been sitting on his bed for hours on end, glancing at her now and then, watching her chest rise and fall, reminding himself that she was alive.

"Fee?" he asks, cautious. She's awake, but. Is it really her?

[emorty]

Loser has no idea I took a picture of him. Too locked in on pottery.

I don't think I'm going to move anymore. There's something more important to me here than anywhere else.