sleepylotus137

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YOU LEGEND..

im begging for someone to draw rick sanchez in this shirt

im begging for someone to draw rick sanchez in this shirt

Included a video of the TikTok audio I used matched up with the panels, along with just the comic

List of songs for Prickcest

Because I can! Just a list of songs I think fit.. I'll have a seperate categories for nsfw and sfw

Sfw- (I sure hope so)

Obsessed With You - The Orion Experience

Kiss Me You Animal - Burn The Ballroom

This Is Love - Air Traffic Controller

Nowhere to Run - Stegosaurus Rex

Pretty When You Cry - Vast

Love Me Dead - Ludo

Kill Bill - SZA

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE - Maneskin (I'm not sorry :))

Nsfw- (More could be added.)

Closer - Nine Inch Nails

Dirty Mind - 3OH!3

I'm gonna be a little silly and go on a stretch here and say something about the fortunes Rick got

We can see one of em says 'your crush will call you'

Now hear me out.. since Prime's arc is coming-

god bad habit is taking over my FUCKIng life. the doc is already at 25k LMAOOO

Snippet from a chapter I’m working on HAH.

I would love to point out these two coincidentally do the same lil smile

+ a lil edited photo I did in school weeks ago to make em look at eachother.. my friend suggested it

a smol prickcest ficlet inspired by @sleepylotus137 's prompt the other day!! Summary: Prime is hurt after coming back from a solo mission and Rick patches him up. Rated: T tw: blood, injury

Rick jumped as he heard the muffled slam of the front door all the way from the basement. Instantly, his stomach twisted with nerves as his heart began beating against his chest. That didn’t sound good. Prime had left earlier to run a few errands, insisting that Rick stay at the apartment. He’d already felt apprehensive suspicion when Prime told him he wasn’t needed-- they always went together. If there was a reason Prime didn’t want him coming along, it was because there was some shady shit going on. Prime wasn’t sneaky and Rick wasn’t stupid. He quickly set the beaker full of neon green fluid on the worktop and made his way up the stairs, where he could hear Prime taking his aggression out on the furniture, swearing loudly in Spanish. 

“Hijo de tu pinche madre, métete conmigo y verás lo que te pasa!”* 

There was a trail of bloody spots leading into the kitchen where he found Prime, leaning over the sink of the kitchenette, clutching his side as he rinsed blood off his face. Rick quickly took in the way Prime was shaking uncontrollably. His jacket had been torn in several places, but the worst of it was on the left side that was wet and dark red. His fingers that were staunching the bloody injury on his side were stained with fresh red.

“W-what the fuck happened!?” Rick hurried over, his mind spiraling into theories and possibilities of the worst case scenario. Prime was in a foul mood and he didn’t want to get too close and aggravate him further, but the amount of blood that was pooling on the floor was worrying him.

“Nothing.” Prime bit out through gritted teeth. “Fucking filthy bitch fuckers think they can fuck with me.” He trailed off muttering more insults under his breath as the water ran over his swollen hand, bruised and angry. “Made sure they won’t fucking to do that again though. See if they can pull some fucked shit from beyond the fucking grave.”

“What happened to the--”

“They tried to fucking undercut me.” Prime snapped, “Fucking Yarzik fuckers can’t tell the difference between quantity and quality.”

“T-take your jacket off-- let me see--”

“I don’t need help-- this is--” Prime swore loudly as a fresh gush of warm blood spilled over his fingers and he groaned in pain. “Fuck me, this fucking blows.”

“Don’t be fucking stupid! Take your jacket off now so I can see.” Rick ordered, moving in closer to help. Prime grudgingly acquiesced letting Rick pull his zipper down. He hissed as the fabric rubbed against the open wound and began trembling again.

They managed to get the torn jacket off, dropping it on the floor where it fell to a crumpled heap. Prime’s long sleeved shirt was completely soaked through with blood that Rick could smell the coppery scent. With as much blood as Prime was losing, it would be unwise to try and pull the shirt off in case the wound opened up further. Rick grabbed a pair of kitchen scissors and began cutting through the shirt so he could see the damage. A laser bullet had taken a good chunk out of the side of Prime’s rib, miraculously missing vital organs and bone. It had been too close though, one centimeter over and it would have pierced his left lung. It was bad, but it could have been much worse. Rick knew basic first aid but he never imagined he’d have to dabble in medical surgery until he found himself teaming up with Prime. The nearest alien hospital was at least 15 parsecs away so they’d become accustomed to patching each other up after adventures.

“Stitches-- ten maybe.” Rick assessed, thinking quickly. His finger tapped against his knee as he remembered that they’d run out of anesthetic. He considered making it from scratch but it would take far too much time. Rick looked around and spied the bottle of tequila they’d been drinking the night before sitting on the small table that doubled up as a cluttered desk and dining space.

“Here, drink this.” He reached up and grabbed the bottle off the table and pressed it into Prime’s hand that wasn’t injured. “You’re gonna-- you’re gonna need it.”

He hurried into the bathroom, pulling out the medikit and located a few bottles of healing ointment. When he came back with his arms full, Prime was sitting on the floor slumped against the cabinets breathing in deeply. 

“Y-you ready?” Rick asked while he fished out some cotton pads and unscrewed the cap on a bottle of distilled water. “Let me see the-- the wound.”

Prime slowly removed his hand and his palm came away slicked with sticky crimson. At least the blood was beginning to coagulate a little bit. The area needing critical medical attention looked dark and mangled, bits of burnt flesh had curled back from the heat and force of the bullet. Blood was drying in various states; matte, sticky and wet as it was exposed to oxygen. Rick swallowed a little, feeling some revulsion, but he poured out some of the water onto the cotton pad.

“Just-- just gonna clean it up a little okay?” 

Prime jerked his head in a get on with it sort of way, jaw clenched hard. Rick took a deep breath and with a steady hand that belied his nerves, he began dabbing at the area gently, trying to clear away some of the blood. The white cotton bloomed with red, soaking up the blood easily. Prime twitched and took a few long swallows of the tequila, wincing a little. Rick went through seven cotton pads before he deemed the area clear enough. The blood had slowed to a trickle but the wound still looked raw and angry. 

“This is going to sting.” Rick took another pad and poured some hydrogen peroxide on it. “Ready?”

“Just--,” Prime sucked in a breath,”Just fuckin’ get it over with.”

“Okay.” He started cleaning out the wound, sanitizing the area, placing one hand on Prime’s thigh soothingly as he felt his partner jolt with every cool swipe. Prime started breathing heavily again through his teeth, his abdominal muscles clenching and flexing in an effort to keep still.

“D-drink more tequila.” Rick urged,”I’m-- I’m almost done.”

Rick reached for a spool of surgical thread and a sharp needle, threading it with slightly shaky hands. He’d stitched himself up before, but it was the first time he’d be doing this on another person. He swallowed and looked up at Prime whose face was rapidly draining of colour as he leaned against the cabinets, face tilted towards the ceiling. 

He scooted closer, needle in hand and bit his lip. Rick’s heart was drumming an erratic beat and he was suddenly overcome with nerves. He willed his heart to stop beating so furiously so that he could make the first incision. 

“I’m-- I’m going in, okay?” 

His fingers gripping the needle felt sweaty and he nearly lost his grip as it slid between his fingers. The needle drew closer to Prime’s wounded skin. Rick cursed himself for losing his nerve a little when Prime was the one in pain, needing medical attention stat. The longer the wound was exposed to air, the chances of pathogens infecting the wound would become infinitely higher. Rick had to work quickly. Steeling himself, Rick poked the needle through Prime’s skin. Immediately, Prime let out a choked cry, pressing the mouth of the bottle to his lips, fingers tightening around the glass neck as he took three large gulps. He knew without anesthetic that the stitching had to hurt. 

Rick tried to work quickly, listening to Prime’s stifled whimpers, praying feverishly for the moment to pass swiftly. The needle weaved through inflamed skin, closing the mangled hole with neat stitches. Prime’s body began another round of involuntary tremors, muscles flexing and rippling. He could see the white knuckle grip that Prime had on the glass bottle, his lips twisted into a snarl of pain. A bead of sweat trickled into Rick’s hairline as he concentrated on the last three stitches. Almost there… 

When Rick finally clipped the surgical thread off the small knot, they both sat back and breathed a sigh of intense relief. Rick pressed a hand to his hair, wiping away the sweat and letting his hands tremble with excess energy and adrenaline. They both looked around the apartment and let out a shaky laugh at the blood smeared across the kitchen cabinets and on the floor. It looked like a crime scene. 

“You did so good.” Rick rubbed the side of Prime’s arm in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.

“Shut up, you act like it’s my first time going to the hospital or some shit.” But Prime couldn’t hide the way tension had slipped out of his neck and shoulders. He went to lean forward to pick up one of the large bandages in the medikit but Rick grabbed his hand.

“Hey-- let me do it. You’re hurt-- you-- you shouldn’t be moving around like that. If you rip your stitches you’re going to be stitching yourself up next time.”

“You’re treating me like a little bitch.” Prime grumbled but relented anyway, allowing Rick to rip open the packet for him. Rick unscrewed the pot of healing ointment, designed to speed up the healing process, and dipped his fingers into the cream. He hissed as Rick covered the sensitive raw skin with the healing cream before placing the bandage on top. He finished up by pressing in lightly with his fingers to make sure the bandage would stay on. 

“Can you stand?” Rick asked, getting to his knees and wiping his fingers off with sanitation wipes. Prime let out a grunt of assent, making to get up but groaned as the action sent twinges of intense pain to the recently closed wound on his ribs. He pressed hand into his side, making sure the stitches wouldn’t come loose. 

“Here, hold still. There you go, I got you.” Rick leaned down and wrapped an arm around his twin, making sure to avoid the wounded area, supporting him as he got on to his feet. They slowly made their way over to the bed and Rick helped Prime lie down, propping him up against the pillows.

“Thanks.” Prime muttered, rubbing his arm. “You-- you didn’t have to do all this.”

“You shut up.” Rick frowned and crossed his arms. “Of course I’m going to take care of you I--” He coughed as his cheeks pinkened. “I’m gonna get you an ice pack for your-- for your hand.”

Prime stared at Rick’s retreating back as he turned to walk out of the room, wondering what his twin had been about to say. He lay against the pillow, his hand unconsciously drifting towards the bandaged area, rubbing on it lightly and pressing down. He’d watched Rick’s work. It was pretty good considering it had been his first time. Rick worked well under pressure-- a trait that he admired in him. They both did. It was what made them so good at working with each other. Prime pressed down a little harder than he should have and jerked when pain raced across his flesh. The sensation made him laugh a little. Pain was a funny feeling. It reminded him what it was like to be alive. 

“What’s so funny?” Rick walked in holding an ice pack and a bottle of water. 

“Your face.” 

“It’s the same as yours, dipshit. Go look in the mirror.” Rick sat down on the bed and passed him the ice pack. “I got some pain meds and an energy bar if you want it… I think we should talk about what happened today.”

“God, no. Are you serious?” Prime groaned slapping a hand over his face, “We’re not talking about our feelings like little girls at a slumber party or whatever.”

“I’m saying,” Rick continued, ignoring Prime’s theatrics, ”I still think I should have gone with you today.”

“No. It’s-- It’s too dangerous for you.”

“You can’t make that decision for me.”

“Then you need to be a better shot, if you want to cover me in the field.” Prime jabbed his finger at Rick, “Your shots suck worse than a broken vacuum cleaner.”

“They-- it’s not that bad!” Rick’s cheeks flushed. “The fucking blaster jammed last time-- you designed that blaster. That would never happen with my tech.”

“You missed a headshot from 15 feet away last week-- I saw you.” Prime rolled his eyes. “There’s no way I’m gonna bring you. It’d be like bringing a rubber band slingshot to a gunfight. Totally fucking useless.”

“I’m going to rip your stitches open.”

“Try me, bitch. I’ll still fight you off one handed.” Prime raised his hand in a mock martial arts move. “Hi-yah, motherfucker.”

“God, do you know how insufferable you are sometimes? Eat your fucking energy bar. I’m gonna go clean up the blood before it’s impossible to remove.” Rick tossed a small rectangle into Prime’s lap and made to stand up.

“Wait--” Prime caught the tail of Rick’s lab coat. 

“What?”

“I’ll… I’ll teach you how to shoot better. Tomorrow.” 

“…Sounds good.” Rick smiled. -------

*Son of a bitch, fuck with me and see what happens my prickcest fic collection on ao3!!!! <33

reblog to take a bite out of this styrofoam cup nobody can stop you go ahead and do it

Prime fans, any of yall notice that the same portal gun nick and morty stole looked exactly like his???

(Also I saw the comments, feel free to mess around with theories but don't go for eachothers throats lmao!)

(Please god I had to block like 15 of them today)