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Omg is this based on the drugs that dangerous creatures have to take before traveling with public transportation in the episode "The Whirly Dirly Conspiracy" to be ideal passengers?

Just imagining Rick and Prime coexisting while all their usual violent behaviour and urges are dampened is an amazing thought. This is such a sweet example of it, I love this prompt and your execution of it :D

It’s almost like having 2 Doofus Ricks! Ahh the sweetness, the fluff, the protectiveness. I’d give anything to see those two just pull childish non-destructive shit while so utterly high out of their minds on the dampener drugs.

Imagine them trying to put together a puzzle and just devolving into play-fighting much to the amusement of fellow passengers. The sight of seeing two interdimensional terrorists/criminals acting like toddlers!

“No- No that one is smooth on one- one side, it goes there!” Rick whined while reaching for the piece in Primes hand.

“No! It obviously fits right here!” Prime assured with confidence, placing the puzzle piece into a spot which it doesn’t fit into.

Rick shook his head, growing frustrated “See, it doesn’t fit, it’s a side piece.” 

“Oh, I knew that, I was just- just messing with you.” Prime tries, embarassment painting the tips of his ears pink.

“You didn’t!” Rick immedietly pointed out, now glaring at Prime.

“I did!” Prime fired back with a smirk tugging at his lips.

“You’re lying.” 

“Nope.” 

“Stop it, you- you obviously didn’t know.”

Prime laughed “You’re just mad because you can’t take a joke.”

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I'd kill for full story with this idea!! I’d write it myself but I don’t have the time ;-;

"takes one to know one" these two squabble like 1st graders; prickcest prompt??

I went off message with this one but i can live with that lol. Rick and Prime cruise ship drabble :)

(thank you for the prompt anon <3)

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"Welcome aboard, gentlemen. Have a pleasant flight."

"Ugh, youre- you're pleasant, sir" Prime grumbled, bumping into Rick's shoulder as they shuffled into their seats.

Rick looked at him with unfocussed eyes, the synaptic dampener having taken its toll on both of them.

"He is pleasant." he mumbled, frowning hard.

Prime giggled, his head weaving back and forth, following Ricks eye-line, "Takes- takes one to know one. M-maybe you're pleasant too."

"I'm not pleasant!" Rick mewled, "I'm a terrorick, I'm the terrorickest of- of all of us."

Prime gasped, then shrunk down in his seat, and Rick copied him, "Shhh!" he chided.

"Uh oh, am I gonna- gonna get thrown away?" Rick whispered loudly.

"No," Prime reassured him, grabbing Ricks hand with both of his, "I won't let them. I'll look after you."

Rick nodded, letting his head fall on Primes shoulder.

"Good."

Drawing all DSMP Members, one each day!

Day 2! GeorgeNotFound

Gonna pull an idiotic theory out of my ass rn

Rick Prime has regenerative abilities because he's a vampire, he's able to be in multiple places 'cause of vampire teleportation. Motherfucker regularly flies around as a lil space bat and feasts upon other Ricks to stay alive.

This also explains why he hasn't aged a day since offering Rick C-137 the portal gun spiel.

Also the whole mystery of Rick C-137's and Prime's relationship prior to the killing of Rick's family can be summed up to a homoerotic vampire/human entangelment where Rick is both Prime's lover and his blood bag.

Techno hut :3

Very different style from my usual stuff but I felt like painting so here we are. Honestly I think I’m improving a bit haha

I want to use a pic you did for a tattoo

Hey! If you mean it please dm me so we can talk about it! <3

Pop!

A fighters rough hands aren’t good for making flower crowns.

Btw does anyone know any good Geldris fanfictions? I’m starving over here ;-;

It's the first pride Steve ever goes to. It's 1986, he's in San Francisco, far away from Hawkins and its horrors, walking along the street with Robin.

She grins and Steve can see it in her eyes, a new sense of belonging, a relief, a we're not alone, shining brighter than the sun. Behind them someone yells the theme: "Forward Together, No Turning Back".

He feels like there is a wound in his soul and now it's like the words pull the splinter out. He never wants to go back to Indiana again.

He turns around the corner, following the masses and he gets so distracted by all the shirtless guys, he nearly bumps into the one in front of him.

"Sorry," Steve says, his mouth hanging open when he comes face to face with Billy Hargrove. Who died at Starcourt a year ago.

Billy who blinks at him, blue eyes full of life and now- confusion. He's still rocks his mullet, only now he's wearing a pink scrunchie. He isn't wearing a shirt. There is a big scar just below his sternum, thin lines stretching from it towards his shoulders and abs like an exploding star. There is glitter on them, sparkling in colors of the rainbow.

Robin's elbow hits his side. Steve is staring, but he can't look away.

"Eyes up here, Harrington." Billy snaps his fingers in front of Steve's face. "What are you doing here?" he says accusatory like he isn't the one thought dead.

"Because I belong here," Steve snaps. It has taken so much time and nearly dying at the claws of Demodogs and the teeth of bats to break down the barriers of what he thought he had to do and what he wanted to. No fucking way he's going to let Billy say anything against that.

Billy stares at him, scars glittering in the sun.

"Same," he mumbles. Steve's pulse stutters for a few seconds.

Billy then grins boyishly at Steve, reminding him of the Billy who rubbed against him at practice and always stole his soap in the showers, the one he rarely got to see and never did against after the sad excuse for a fight at the Byers' house.

"Steve Harrington! As I live and breathe." Billy laughs and slings his arm around Steve's shoulder. "A fucking queer like me."

"Yeah," Robin interrupts. "How are you still breathing, Hargrove?"

Billy rubs his chest, one arm still around Steve. A bit of glitter stays on his fingers.

"No fucking idea," he says. "I just know I wanna get wasted tonight."

Robin opens her mouth to possibly ask a million questions, but Steve's mouth is faster. Even though he didn't plan on saying anything.

"Can I buy you a drink then?" he blurts out.

Billy nearly trips. Steve laughs into his ear. He made Billy Hargrove stumble. By asking him out. This is the best day of his life.

"Fucking unbelievable." Robin rolls her eyes.

There is a shade of pink on Billy's nose and it's not from the sun. "I promised Heather I'd at least make it to-"

"Heather?" Robin's face lightens. "Holloway? Is she alive, too?"

"You bet your ass, Buckley," a voice behind them says. "Let's ditch these idiots after the parade."

Heather winks at Billy, a similar pink scrunchie in her hair and popping a bubble gum with the same color.

"Bitch," Billy says without malice.

"But your best one." Heather blows him a kiss and grabs Robin's arm.

Billy grins at Steve. Steve grins back. He wants to kiss him on his thin blond mustache. Maybe he will, tonight.

Forward together, no turning back.

Flayed, Parched and Thirsting.

Creature of the Night, Billy Hargrove

Techno getting comfortable in a croissant and some pancakes? Yes. Why not?

Edit: If you find this under the Minecraft tag, sorry, didn’t know that I shouldn’t post it there. I have since removed the tag.

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