I know this is like….the opposite of 886 but one of my other art styles is well… KAWAII-DESU/shot ahem I do cute stuff. After a huge issue with someone stealing this design (and lawyers getting involved!) I really needed to do something with this guy to make me love him again ;3; (jk I will always love this confused lil octopus)
SO if any of you like cute shit (AND PATCHES!!) or know someone who does please spread this around. I want to make sure people are interested before I plop down a shit ton of money to get these made. and how does one get people interested? SPREADING IT. SPREAD IT LIKE BUTTER ACROSS THE TUMBLR BREAD
This girl draws a seeeexy Rick Sanchez!! And the classic medium of pencil on paper used here made for a naturally monochromatic piece that not only lended itself to what we thought would be a black-and-white print job but also captured the somber moment depicted here from chapter 10.
As an artist, Wolf excels at anatomy, drapery folds, and a whole lot of feeling. ✨And a person, she’s an absolute delight and treasured member of this community.
Thank you, Wolf, for creating what has been a long-time favorite fanart and for granting permission for its inclusion in the novel. We hope that the finished product of the book gives you as much joy as it does all of us. :)
In less than 20 years society has gone from The Matrix, a story that praises the idea of freeing ourselves from the digital world, to Ready Player One, which praises the idea of fully living in one
When you look at me I see a friend, no a brother. Riccardo stepped forward and bit the snide remark back about his ‘girly’ hair as he reached his arms out towards him. Their late onset puberty hadn’t entirely hit yet, and with 886 almost always in heels, he towered over them. His fancy cologne hit their nostrils as they leaned forward, careful to smoothe their calloused hands along his latex top, they could feel their baby cheeks stick to it tactfully before pulling away to look up at them. They had a cheerful dorky smile on their face, a rare beauty very few got to see. With Em, and 886 constantly fixing them up in rich attire, they actually had tried to look more presentable, thankful for their broken teeth getting fixed from the lack of nutrition and naturally the cracked peices from fighting. They looked healthy, and full of life. He wasn’t so sure if 886 could say the same, but he tried to help him as much as he could.
From the moment they met they couldn’t help but to constantly chat each other up, united only by chance encounter of being passioned by similar interests. They stayed that way since, and here he is now standing before his Rick-brother prouder than ever…in some new checkered vans. “Yeah, see that? This is what’s in right now old man. You’re fucking-you might as well be dust you’re so fuckin’ old.” He teased, winking at him before patting him on the back and lighting up a joint for the ol’ geezer. His boney hands swung at him playfully, trying to reprimand him into respecting his elders. Same shit different day. “Merry Christmas you punk-ass little bitch.” The corner of his lips curved upward as he stood on his tippy toes and kissed his cheeks in a show of trust, and true affection. He wouldn’t call it romantic by any means, but a pure display of respect and love.
They smoked, producing a body high rather than a head high for Ricco and Riccardo’s sake. He plops a seat down next to the guy and fondly recalls a few particularly strong memories of the year. “You man…you may think you’re shit, but you’re not.” He says wistfully, scratching the back of his head before relaxing back some more. He rolled the rest of the roach into a bowl and lifted it to 886’s lips. “There was a time when I wasn’t all together, many a times actually, and you stood by me.” He said, this time more quitely almost as if he was worried someone could be listening. “And you stuck it out with me for this long, I really truly do hope for many years to come after this.” Riccardo smiled beneath his shaggy bangs and tired, but youthful eyes. “So many have come and gone, wasted both of our time and here we are, alone, but always together man.” He rubbed 886’s knee and patted his thigh. “I’ll never forget you, and I’ll make damn sure you’ll never forget my ass.” He shot him the cheesiest grin and laughed, “I love you man.”
