#the rickster

[thatfdkupgrl]

For the people that don’t like Ricky because he had sex with cat women in his mind: why? Is it a crime for teenagers to be horny? And before you say “But they’re supposed to be cats” they’re cat people, not cats. And if that’s still bad, in that case, people shouldn’t be having crushes on Characters like Roxanne from a goofy movie of Lola bunny or anyone from FNAF. As his lawyer, my homeslice Ricky is a SAINT.

[sleepboysummer]

some rickys that have my heart :3

[warhead]

[goobtacular]

"I still feel quite young, but the world has gotten old around me." - Anubis, Kane Chronicles Book 1: The Red Pyramid

[grimmshood]

dced from a match just to watch my friends play against tnist trickster . only knew cause bro said "huge day for dk" Get me out lf here

[thatdragonzeek]

My fiance has been playing tomodachi life on his 3ds and he was showing me his ranking board and

[skltlz]

Can you die?

Wow. I SERIOUSLY am PISSED off. How could you send this to a stranger????? Cyberbullying is a Real issue in this world. U are fucked up.

[tyresdeg]

i know it’s u kyle

[8hitz3n]

Drew the Rickster because my mind has been slowly gravitating back to kingdom hearts, rejoice! I am back to drawing kh and my art is 10X better from what it used to be (this was also technically a gift drawing so tehee)

[skltlz]

?

Sup

Hey chicken titty sandwich

[sleepboysummer]

ricky potts core :3

[warhead]

[cam-stopped-eating-candles]

THE RICKSTER !!! MY GIRL !!!

[pawphin]

YAYY RICKY TIME THANK YOU BLOSSY

ricky: yearning

The pain in your chest bubbles knowing that what you want may never be yours. You're lost in a fantasy world, or consumed by what you wish you were or had as opposed to what you do. It's hard to appreciate what's around you when you're appreciating the hope of what could be instead.

tagging @malewifefirestar @reedenthusiest @sepiamestus no pressure!!

I was tagged by @ariquar to take this quiz, “what kind of suffering are you?” as an oc (I used multiple lol), and share the results!

Kris: Despair

- The tunnel never had a light. You wish for nothing because you know you'll receive nothing, and your hopes died out long ago. The only thing that keeps you going is the thrill of emptiness you feel when things don't turn out your way. It's bitter. It's proof. Proof that you don't feel this way for nothing.

Dah’ni: The Blackhole

- There's a hole where your heart used to be and nothing is filling that hollow void. You could drown in a world curated for you, and still nothing seems to fit. It eats you alive knowing you're unsure how to satiate the hunger of your soul. It's barely hunger, it's more like a blackhole.

Yugo Nora: Yearning

- The pain in your chest bubbles knowing that what you want may never be yours. You're lost in a fantasy world, or consumed by what you wish you were or had as opposed to what you do. It's hard to appreciate what's around you when you're appreciating the hope of what could be instead.

I’ll tag @ardate @vicekings @moonscape @chordsykat @goblin-a-gogo @dolly-macabre @pan-flute-skeleton to try this with your ocs too!

[whatever-color-of-the-rainbow]

Ricky, after seeing spiders in the kitchen: They're just spiders, but if need be, I will crush them for you, Mischa.

Mischa: Thank you, but let's call them what they are, Rickster.

Ricky: Spiders?

Mischa: Creepy-crawly death dealers.

[fic-tion-wri-ter]

"Awake"

Ricky Potts x Misha Bachynskyi x Noel Gruber

Post Cyclone Accident

Ride The Cyclone

SFW

Misha can't see very well. It's super fucking bright. He hears something drop next to him. A loud metal noise. He needs to wake himself up. What the hell is happening? He feels a tube ripped from his throat and wants to gag. Who's touching him? He hates this. He hates it. Tears poke at his eyes. He can't be vulnerable. He's never vulnerable.

"Let me see him!", a familiar voice begs. It's so very distant, but he hears it. Who is it? Fuck it sounds so much like someone he knows. Think Misha, is it someone from school? The choir? Noel? Noel! It's Noel.

Misha blinks himself awake to realize he's in a hospital. There are machines attached to him almost everywhere and....oh. He's missing a leg. His right leg is gone. He remembers the events that occurred. The Cyclone, Limbo, the Other Side. Misha sits himself up painfully. He starts to rub at his arms, trying to pull the tubes and wires off of him. He wants everything off. He wants to go back to normal. He lays his head back in defeat until he hears footsteps. He opens his eyes again to see Noel, who now has crutches.

"Misha?", his voice breaks.

Misha nods and holds his arms out for the boy. Him and Noel grew closer during Karnak's game. They even kissed! But that's a later problem. Right now, he needs to comfort Noel. Misha holds Noel in his arms despite the pain of pressure on his stomach.

"You," Noel gasps,"wouldn't," he gasps again, choking on a sob.

Misha holds Noel's head up and takes a deep breath. He needs him to breathe. Noel follows, in and out. He lays on Misha, quietly crying now. Misha cards his hands through Noel's unkempt hair in an attempt to comfort him. He takes in his surroundings while Noel is calming down. His side table was covered with get well cards, drawings, and sweets. Next to his bed was a few blankets, and a hoodie rolled into a pillow. Noel must have stayed here for the whole time he was asleep. It couldn't have been that long, right?

"You wouldn't wake up," the skinnier boy sniffles.

"Hm? Talk, poet," Misha is still quiet due to just waking up.

"Misha, you've been asleep for a month and a half. I thought you died on me, asshole! I thought you left me here," Noel sobs into Misha's chest again.

"I am right here now," Misha traces circles into Noel's back,"I am not going anywhere."

Noel nods and clings to Misha's shirt. He's afraid to ask Noel about his injuries. He looks mostly healed, so why does he have crutches? Misha doesn't know how to feel. He's just so tired. He lays his head back down and adjusts Noel, then drifts back to sleep.

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"Ricky, he's awake again," Noel gently holds Misha's face in his hand.

"Misha," Ricky's uses his AAC tablet to speak.

"Hm?", Misha rubs his eyes and then goes to sit up.

A pain shoots through his stomach, which makes him cry out. He feels someone pick him up a little. It is Noel, who carefully sits him up against the headboard. He sees Ricky wheel over to him with a worried look on his face.

"Hey, Rickster," Misha smiles and ruffles the boys hair.

"Where are you hurt?", the robotic voice of Ricky's tablet speaks for him again.

"My fucking leg is gone, and my tummy hurts," Misha whines to the boys.

Noel goes to lift up his shirt but receives a smack to the hand. Misha is insecure about his body. On top of that, he's never told anyone in the choir about his top surgery. He got it done illegally in some backrooms ass hospital. He just wanted to look like a boy. His scars are fucked up but atleast his chest is flat. He notices Noel wince in pain. Fuck, he hit him too hard.

"Poet, I am sorry. I just do not like my body," Misha grabs Noel's hand and rubs a thumb over his knuckles.

"It's okay, Mish," the nickname brought butterflies to his stomach,"Ricky and I need to see how the wound is healing, though. If not us, it'll be a doctor. "

Misha shakes his head no,"Hate doctors. You can see. Ricky too."

Misha hesitantly lifts up his shirt. He looks down to see a scar forming across his stomach. It's fucking huge, badass! Noel nods, he let's Misha put his shirt down. The stitches probably passed his inspection. His gaze drifts back over to Ricky who's flapping his hands and crying.

"Ricky, hey, come here," Misha opens his arms for Ricky.

Ricky nods and wheels himself to Misha. He doesn't know why he's crying. He just feels upset. He brakes his wheelchair and lifts himself up to the boys bed. Noel just watches. He knows Ricky likes to be independent. Ricky collapses onto Misha's chest. He starts coughing. He probably overwhelmed himself.

"My star, look at me," Misha lifts his face up in his hands,"Let's breathe a little."

Ricky nods, still coughing up a storm. Misha takes a deep breath. Then Noel follows to support Ricky. Ricky has a hard time following breathing exercises sometimes. But something must work because soon Ricky is breathing normally again. Noel sniffles a little in the chair he moved next to Misha's bed. He's trying to let Ricky have his moment, but seeing Mischa like this hurts. It hurts them both.

"Both of you," Misha holds Noel's face in one hand, and Ricky's in the other,"I am right here. I am alive. I am healing. I will be okay. No more tears. I am here."

"It...it's just we though you...we thought you were gone," Noel chokes out before letting his head fall into his hands.

Ricky nods in agreement, and soon, both boys are crying again. His coma hurt them a lot. Misha tries to comfort them both, but it proves to be difficult. One hand in Noel's hair and the other tracing patterns into Ricky's back is barely working.

"Guys, I am here. Stop crying I am alive," Misha repeats.

Noel nods and looks up. Misha looks at Ricky, waiting for his confirmation. Instead, the boy is clung onto Misha, letting out little sniffles. Misha runs a hand through Ricky's hair, trying to help him regulate.

Noel holds his other hand,"We slept in here every night. Every night, Misha. We waited for you. I'm just so glad you're back."

Misha smiles,"I will never leave you guys again. I promise. Here take," he holds his pinky out to Noel.

Noel takes Misha's pinky in his own. Pinky promise. It's so childish, it's perfect.