I Got A Pickle Rick Plushy That’s As Big As Your Average Pillow.

A hot cup of cocoa

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I pulled another all nighter to study.... 

so here's kacchan doing the exact same >:') 

This might actually be the personification of a red button wired to a nuclear bomb tbh

Commission for @joeydapug !!

Had fun on this one! 

My commissions are currently open if you’re interested in a piece similar to this, Just hit me up. 

Valon and P-155 Rick holding hands... They’re both very confused tbh

Yeah I made my own Rick lol, he’s Rick but if he kept the look he had in the pissmaster episode plus some clothes I think look neat. Still unsure what’s up with him but I like him.

Also Valon is my sona or oc, it’s just some weird alien thing sort of has it’s own personality but whatever.

Tried animating in AnimeEffects! 

Holy- this was such a pain in the ass to export since I can’t download ffmpeg o-o I think my life’s been shortened by a decade.....

Some nsfw sketches from my alt twitter: https://twitter.com/Livertitty

(Uncensored over there)

I see what you can’t.

it's the tongue bite that does it for me

Steve shouldn't care about Billy Hargrove, should have long forgotten about him. Vecna and all the other monsters are long gone, three years of the baseball bat catching dust. He knows Billy somehow survived Starcourt, spent nearly a year in the hospital and then fucked off with hush money back to California.

Steve only sometimes hears from Max about him and he doesn't care. He just happens to have followed Robin to San Diego, because he had no idea what to do with his life. Much to his father's dismay, he's still making coffee and waiting tables, but much to his own surprise he's rather happy.

It's just one thing concerning Billy. One gigantic thing. A billboard, just across the café he's working at. Billy Hargrove, stretched out on some rocks by the ocean, glittering water drops caught in his lashes, running down his abs. His hair is wet, curls slicked back a little. Scars thin and mottled across his chest, pale against the tan on his skin. Biggest bedroom eyes ever.

An advertising for fucking aftershave, tormenting Steve every day - in the worst and best way.

Because Billy looks fucking hot. Because Steve wants to lick off the water and maybe also didn't need to put on some porn to jerk off, because his phone is a traitor too and now all the ads on there are showing him Billy fucking Hargrove. Steve wants to hate it, but his dick loves it.

Maybe Steve is so distracted by the billboard or the phone or the customer that changed his coffee order for the fifth time now, he doesn't see it coming. Only chokes on his own spit when he looks up and sees who stands right in front of him.

"King Steve! In California!" Billy says, a wide grin on his lips. He looks even better than on the billboard. He's got more freckles and his curls are up in a bun. He still hasn't learned to button his shirt and he's fucking ripped. "One iced coffee with-"

Steve doesn't get the rest. He totally isn't getting a boner at work. He isn't a teenager anymore, that shouldn't fucking happen.

"Harrington?" Billy raises one brow, absolute glee shining in his eyes.

Oh. Right. Steve needs to work.

"You're on the billboard outside," he tells Billy instead of pretending he knows what coffee Billy wanted.

Billy glances over his shoulder and then back at Steve.

"Yeah. Do you like it, pretty boy?" He licks his teeth. "Can I have my co-"

"I'm paying for it," Steve blurts out.

Billy's smile turns unbelievably smug. "So, you like it that much?"

Steve's face grows hot. "It's a good aftershave."

Billy snickers. "Buy me a slice of cake and I can show you more photos from that shoot."

It's a mistake, Steve thinks.

"Cheesecake?" he hears himself ask. His dick seems to have different plans. Maybe there is a slight chance that he gets to see the real deal.

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.