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Prime and Djerry

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Pit stop for some alien fare after another successful adventure around the galaxy 😌🍜

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toxic old man yaoi or smthn

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heyyy im back after a quick break for exams 🤧🤧

anyway i finished the first art for fight club au and added another one :3

(when i showed my friend the ref for second art, they said it looks like hes holding a lollipop and i thought it was really funny sooo i painted him one)

also i was thinking about the chemical burn scene (https://youtu.be/afdyNHbtdQY?feature=shared) and maaaaan it would fit prickcest soooo well its like the equivalent of them working at the lab and prime pulling some sick shit like this (matching scars just mwah <3) tbh i gotta draw this one too but it probs wont be a painting because i had enough for now with these two arts haha

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slow progress cuz i dont have that much time to spare for drawing </3

anyway decided to go for colors that are a bit closer to the ref buuuut that can change at least 5 times before im done hah

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new world (2013, movie)

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Aggie doodles 2#

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“well, aren’t you supposed to wear black to a funeral?”

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go fuck yourself fr

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okay soo thats a huuge WIP but i got a vison here so bear with me for a sec

prickcest fight club au anyone??? imean prime as tyler fits to a t really

also while in some parts rick as jack/narrator goes into ooc teritory, it could make sense if we stretch it a bit?

like the frustration and boredoom leading to this other version of yourself that is just free to do anything, has no restraints of everyday life, and is basically your own ego pushed to the extreme ("rickest of ricks")?? cmoon

and then when he gets wrapped around him its this biiiig whiplash of excitement, finally found freedom etc until it alllll goes downhill with the finish line being project mayhem (the bomb) and having to basically destroy this other self because of realization that you cant just throw everything away (and other stuff that i forgot because i watched this movie a really long time ago so sorry about that, should rewatch it tbh)

anyway i have more thoughts on this that i mayy add later on but for now have some art and screens from movie :3

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What is your life without me?

(Only Rick Prime and younger Rick because I cannot draw original Rick and Morty is worse)

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They have the same sense of humor and Rick hates that he loves it.

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Had a small ouch moment today thinking about Prime as Rick’s best man 🫠

Not really a comic artist but dgdhd anyway. Small doodle sketch thing. Accompanied small unedited fic below the cut if anyone is interested in reading 🫠

“So… this is it, huh.” Prime said, watching Rick fuss with his cuffs and dust off his spotless suit for the umpteenth time.

There was a strange emptiness in him. Hollow. Not all there. It started when Rick had asked him to be best man at the wedding. What an insensitive, insulting thing to be asked. How dare he ask him to be part of such an intimate affair when he’d been very clear about his distaste and disapproval? Prime accepted. Every day since then, Prime could feel the ache in his chest hollow out— like time itself was trying to carve his twin out from his very soul.

Perhaps, he had wanted to find a weakness— a last ditch attempt to sabotage the wedding. Or perhaps, he’d given in— resigned that this… thing wasn’t going anywhere and if he wanted to hang out with Rick at all, he’d have to sit through hours and hours of cake and napkin talk. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. In all honesty, the days had smeared into weeks that had blurred into months and Prime couldn’t recall a single moment of it.

And now— now on the day of, Prime stood there in front of Rick in his best black suit— a stray leaf being washed away by the river of Fate, powerless to control the direction and righten the fork in their destinies. He had nothing to say to Rick. What could he say that he hadn’t already? They were both exhausted from arguing constantly. But it wasn’t like this strange… awkward silence was any better. Unspoken words seemed to echo around them loudly, persistently.

It's funny how even though the date had been set in advance, Prime had still been surprised when the day had snuck up on him. He remained uncharacteristically quiet throughout the rehearsal dinner the night before and today, as he helped his twin into his suit.

They were alone in the room. Perhaps, the last time they would ever get to be alone together like this. Prime should have been rejoicing— but he still, felt nothing.

Rick was still fussing with his cuffs, his hands drifting to his collar.

“Goddammit, I-I think my shirt is too tight,” Rick mumbled, tugging at his collar uncomfortably. “Do these things have to be so starched? Why do they make ‘em like this?”

Prime let out a puff of obligatory laughter, but even that seemed foreign to his ears. His brain and body were working on autopilot. Prime himself had checked out months and months ago.

“Well,” Rick straightened up, looking somewhere past his twin and into the mirror behind him. “I… I guess this is it.” He smiled nervously.

Rick slowly turned to walk toward the double doors keeping them sequestered from the main chapel. Prime blinked and suddenly— every emotion he’d squashed down came bursting out of him and the world seemed to sharpen in focus painfully. It was now or never.

“Wait!” He croaked, catching Rick’s arm with one hand. Wait, don’t go.

Rick looked back questioningly, his hand hovering above the handle.

“Your…” Prime swallowed, “your bowtie. It’s crooked.”

“Oh,” Rick said, his face flushing slightly. He turned toward his twin fully.

“Can’t have the groom going out all bent even though he is, right?” Prime joked.

His fingers settled around Rick’s white bowtie. Rick always did look pretty good in white. He could feel the warmth coming up from the dress shirt, warming the side of his hands resting on Rick’s chest lightly. He could smell the clean cologne that his twin had put on. It made him feel dizzy— and he leaned in a fraction closer, as close as he dared.

“Prime—“ Rick said warningly.

“I know, I know.” Prime said quickly, “I’m almost done. Just need to straighten this guy out.”

His fingers pulled and pinched at the bowtie. He didn’t dare look up, but he could certainly feel Rick burning holes into his forehead. He didn’t dare look up. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to hide the torrent of anguish, resentment and heartache that was causing his stupid fingers to shake. He hoped Rick wouldn’t notice.

Rick swallowed, his throat bobbed as he watched his twin fuss with his bowtie. Prime was fixated on the little bow, working on it like there was nothing more important.

His eyes travelled over his reflection in the mirror behind Prime. His clean white suit, the starched shirt and the perfectly straight bowtie. It didn’t seem like him at all.

“Is it…” Rick cleared his throat, “is it still crooked?”

“Yeah,” Prime’s voice was tight and brittle. His fingers were still shaking. “It is.”

Rick placed his hand over a trembling hand gently, the solitary gold band glittering in the sun. Was it to be comforting? A polite request to cease? Or maybe, it was an excuse to touch one another for the last time— skin to skin.

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“yeah uhh move your hips a-ah little more,”

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blood/warning

they're my foverer roman empire

i used a reference for this one