Ricky Potts - Blog Posts

Literally my first time drawing Ricky

Babes

Autism spectrum disorder - instead of brain there is only spacedolls

These are beautiful omg

Did someone say rtc redesign

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Ya know what I wanna know more about Father Marcus

Like what was going through that man’s head

What was up with him

You know

jerma rollercoaster stream

Ahaha jk Jk unless

What if we kiss in the rgb gamer shower

He’s a just a little baby rat

Everything happens like in the musical but they don’t die they’re just in coma and having a shared “dream”.

And then they recover both physically and mentally :)

These are beautiful and I need them as stickers

penny has 2 hnands

I’m literally living for this I love it

the breakfast club x ride the cyclone

"your depressed"

WDYM??? I'M not depressed. I'M the mover I'M the shaker I'M the headline maker AND I GET UP

I really hope one of the kids from rtc died with a pack of cards in their pocket because waiting to move onto the afterlife/wait for when Karnak gets repaired is going to be boring as shit without a game of go fish.

Monique guboue is Noel’s French sona

I know it always throws me off bc I see them and then I’m like which Ricky/Mischa is it this time

The main American casts are funny because it's always Tiffany, Lillian, and Kholby but w different Mischa & Ricky's

Omg I loved those as a kid I would love to see this lmao

"Jane Doe with this head" "Jane Doe with that head" fools. Jane Doe with a Lalaloopsy head

Yes, the hair is included with this.

You know de sun is wising while descending

It goes own and own and own again

i know dis dweam of wife is nevew ending, it goes awound and wound and wound again

1 2 3

1 2 3

1 2 3 4

If someone made a new birthday song just for me I think I would simply pass away

That would be hilarious

My personal opinion is that Penny doesn’t remember being dead. She may get flashes of what happened on the other side, but mostly she believes she either miraculously survived the accident or never got on the Cyclone to begin with.

On the other hand, it would be pretty funny if she remembered everything perfectly.

“Hey, Penny. Wanna come to the fall fair with us?”

“No thank you. The last time I went there, I got decapitated.”

I would cry

hey what if rtc ended with the curtains swinging shut and then the unmistakable screech of metal, followed by a loud, horrible crash, and then silence?

How do we know it’s not your birthday

"How do we know it's my birthday?"

@beansmakesthings your son is here to wish you a happy birthday, he brought you some balloons

Greetings person who sent me this ask

I can't answer it for some reason so I'll do so rn. First - yes I SO believe Ricky likes Vocaloid and would listen when doing comics. Second, if our likes are so similar we may have been DESTINED to meet omg 🫶/silly

Thank you @jaydenthegayden for the ask. I love asks like these : 3

AHHHHHB MY SPACE RAPS HEART /pos

hello hello :) here is my rtc secret santa for @kittycatsfromzolar :D i didn't know what you'd want so i wrote some spacerap because you said you liked them :D i really hope this is okay :')

happy holidays :D

@rtc-secret-santa-event

Ricky looked down at the piano before him, gently running a fingertip over the keys.

Choir practice had just wrapped up for the day, the other members all saying their goodbyes and getting ready to leave. As she did every time, Ocean had briefly stopped by him on her way out to remind him to practice (wasn't that what these meetings were for?), and compliment his skills at the instrument.

It had been a surprise to the others that he could play the piano, having not had a chance to bring it up before being relegated to tambourine, but they had been more than happy to allow him to switch instruments if he wanted to, as a part of helping to include him more as a part of the choir.

The group had become much more tight-knit following the Cyclone, and as a result that meant that he was actually being treated as part of the team, which was nice.

"Yo! Ricky!"

Ricky looked up, blinking, having been broken out of his stupor by a voice addressing him (he still wasn't used to people interrupting his thoughts by actually talking to him, though he couldn't say it was unwelcome).

Misha had apparently lagged behind the others, remaining stood in the middle of the room, backpack slung casually over one shoulder.

Smiling, Ricky waved.

"Hi Misha," he said using his AAC device, which sat on his lap.

Misha grinned as he approached, looking between Ricky and the piano.

"You play piano madwickedawesome!" he said with a starry-eyed expression, bouncing on his heels. "Almost as dope as squeeze-keys."

"Accordion," Ricky corrected, flushing a little at the compliment. "And thank you! I love playing music."

Misha nodded enthusiastically, and Ricky noted the way he was fiddling slightly with the cuffs of his sleeves.

"You okay?" he asked, tilting his head a little towards Misha, who continued nodding.

"Yes, yes, I just... have a question," he gestured towards the piano. "I have been working on my next sick track, and I thought it could be epic to have some piano instrumentals, if you would be down?"

Eyes widening slightly, Ricky nodded eagerly, grinning.

"Sure!" he replied, eliciting a quiet 'yes!' from Misha. "But also, if you wanted, maybe I could try and teach you some piano? Since, y'know."

He waved a hand at the piano he was sat at.

Misha gasped, hands flapping slightly in excitement.

"Dude! That would be so dope! Thank you so much!" he said. "Only if you are sure, though?"

"Of course!"

At that, Misha quickly grabbed a chair from a nearby desk, pulling it up beside the piano bench that Ricky was sat on.

With Misha's permission, Ricky gently took his right hand and laid it across the keys, putting it in the correct position, before copying it with his own and beginning to go through the basics.

Misha proved to be a quick learner, easily mimicking Ricky's movements and picking it up - even attempting the sheet music that had been left in the stand (though he struggled to read the annotations that Ocean had scrawled around the staves).

He was also a good listener, encouraging Ricky to tell him about himself and his interests as he copied his playing.

After a while of this, upon finishing the general summary of Zolar lore that he had been giving Misha (there was nowhere near enough time to get too far into the intricacies of Zolarian society, but hopefully at a later date. Misha seemed invested, at least), Ricky realised that he had been rambling slightly, and decided to encourage Misha to talk, too.

"I'm interested how the piano will fit into a rap song," he raised his eyebrows, curious. Misha looked up from the C key he was pressing repeatedly, eyes lighting up.

"It is actually not rap!" he said excitedly. "I have been branching out into new genres, yo! Nobody can put Misha Bachynskyi in a box! Have you heard any of my new stuff?"

Ricky frowned slightly, as he shook his head.

Admittedly, he'd been meaning to keep up with Misha's 'BadEgg' YouTube channel, but it kept slipping his mind.

Misha didn't seem to mind though, smile remaining wide.

"I have been trying guitar," he switched to repeatedly pressing the D key. "Sounds sick."

"I should check it out, then," Ricky nodded, typing with one hand as he absentmindedly played a simple melody with the other.

"Yes!" Misha nodded, before gasping, eyes wide with excitement as he suddenly pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Actually! I should have the song I have been working on here somewhere..."

He began scrolling through his audio recordings, which, from what Ricky could see from where he was sitting, were named things ranging from words in Ukrainian that he didn't understand, to stuff like 'orphan a hole diss track' (Ricky remembered that one. Ocean had been horrified at all the colourful language Misha'd managed to use in the chorus).

Eventually, he stopped at one titled 'BADEGGS NEXT SICK DROP YO' with several fire emojis, and pressed play.

Immediately, despite what Misha had been saying, Ricky was still caught off-guard at the extreme shift in genres from his other music. True to his word, it was very different to the intense, overly-autotuned rap that he had otherwise been creating.

Instead, Ricky was nodding his head along to the gentle strumming of the guitar chords, Misha's low voice singing in Ukrainian over it. Admittedly, the audio mixing needed a little work, but Ricky found himself smiling softly as he listened, this moment suddenly feeling oddly intimate, despite the fact that he couldn't understand the words being spoken.

Despite how different it was from the other things he'd heard from him, it felt very Misha. Just... passion, not rage, he supposed.

Glancing up at Misha, he saw him already looking back at him, eyes softer than he'd ever seen them (Ricky wasn't used to being looked at that way. He thought he might like it). He was smiling too, tooth gap on full display, and Ricky almost found it comical, that this was Uranium's alleged 'bad boy' he was sitting beside.

Eventually, the last few notes of the track played out, and Misha shoved his phone back into his pocket, eager grin back on his face.

"So! What did you think?" he asked. "I would like your feedback. You know this stuff."

Flushing a little, Ricky signed a quick 'thank you', before thinking for a second.

"I liked it," he nodded a little, watching as Misha pressed down a chord on the piano again. He really was picking it up quickly. "It was different, but in a good way."

"Yes!" Misha pumped a fist in the air. "That is what I was going for. Thank you, Space Jesus!"

Ricky beamed at the nickname, one that had managed to stick for a while now, and still managed to fill Ricky with warmth every time he heard it.

"I think that piano would really take it to the next level, you know?" Misha added, leaning his entire elbow on the keys, before grimacing slightly at the discordant noise it made. Ricky nodded. "Dude, this is gonna be so sick! BadEgg and Space Jesus' epic new collab! The world is not ready, man!"

"Hell yeah!" Ricky grinned in response, raising a hand, which Misha eagerly met with a fistbump.

At that moment, however, Ricky's eyes caught on the clock hanging from the classroom wall, and he almost had to do a double-take. How had they been in there for nearly two hours?

Noticing his sudden shift in demeanour, Misha turned quickly in his seat (almost causing it to topple over), following his gaze to the clock, before sighing.

"Ah," he said, and Ricky nodded, suddenly feeling a wave of disappointment washing over him. "Time passed so quickly, yo. Should probably be getting out of here, huh?"

He stood up and began moving the chair back over to where it came from, rearranging the classroom to how it had been before practice (though he was careful not to disturb Ricky's crutches, which were leaned against a desk nearby).

"Thank you for helping me out, man!" Misha added, grabbing his backpack from where he'd dumped it on the floor and slinging it back over his shoulder. "You are very wise."

Ricky felt the corners of his mouth tugging up as he began packing away his sheet music, stopping for a second to type a response.

"No problem," he thought for a moment. "If you want, maybe you could come over to mine sometime? I have a keyboard at home." A pause. "Though... my cats chew on the cables a lot so I'm not entirely sure how functional it is anymore."

"Dude, that would be so sick!" Misha gasped, bouncing on his heels as he beamed at Ricky. "Thank you so much!"

Ricky returned the smile, and for a few beats they both remained in silence, before Misha suddenly leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

However, Ricky barely had a chance to process it, his face flushing bright red as Misha cleared his throat, suddenly avoiding eye contact.

"See you tomorrow, dude!" he said, pointing finger guns at him, which Ricky dazedly returned as Misha turned on his heel and left.

Then, after a few seconds, he smiled.

Maybe he was a bigger BadEgg fan than he thought.

the fact I'm listening to This Song is Awesome, and saw your account it said "ROBOTS ARE AWESOME"

Take a look baby he's the real ka-ching 😼

Rtc characters as things me or my friends have said/done

Ocean- I wish I could bleep people in real life like they do in reality tv, cause you just cussed so much.

Noel- Because I'm a hoe for romance ok!, now unpause the movie

Mischa- *gets down on one knee* will you marry me? *reveals dino chicken nugget in hands*(idk why I did this but I feel like he would)

Ricky- *signs you're a rat to random people in class*

Constance- do ever just want to punch people in the face but you know if you did you would either cry or get into a full on fist fight

Jane/penny- *eats a piece of my choir sheet music* yum *choir teacher gives me a dirty look* what everyone else was doing this two seconds ago

(some of these aren't very in character but I really wanted to post this

RTC as things my friends have said

Penny *after killing a spider*: Is the carcass on the Bible? Can confirm the carcass is on the Bible

Ricky *abt Sally face*: Do you think Larry's nose is bigger than his dick?

Mischa: i am not gay

*Like 10 minutes later*

Ocean: So who from Be More Chill would you date?

Mischa: Oh that is easy Michael. Wait no-

Noel *to ocean probably*: Alright Captain America

Noel: c'est petit penis

Rando: You're from Canada Mischa:*offended* I am from Ukraine

Ocean: I have social standards you know

Penny: I just wanna taste therapy again

Noel: So how often do you fuck yourself. Ocean: Only when your mum isn't available

Constance: His ass cheeks are grass cheeks

Ricky & Penny: To ze top of ze towaaaaaa

Noel: Omg RuPaul is in this movie Mischa: Is that the guy that plays Ant-Man

Ocean: Do you think he's slimy? Noel: Free lube

Ocean: I'm a verbal prostitute and you're a pervert

Penny/Constance: Cause I like squids and I like murder

Ocean: It was just a suggestion- Mischa: I don't take suggestions

Ocean *to Constance abt her little brother who is now taller than her*: I am going to murder your brother at sunrise

Ricky *to mischa when he realised he was bi*: Eat dick, positive I guess

Noel: I heard a hissing noise and thought Ocean was deflating

Miscellaneous Ride The Cyclone headcanons

-they all get brought back to life at the end of it

-they remember the events of canon

-meaning they remember their songs

-the choir performed an "original song" at the next fall fair called sugar cloud

-they won it for the first time

-they did the dance and everything

-Mischa's house is the designated sleep over house

-mischa is trans ftm

-noel is gender fluid

-penny, ocean, and Ricky are autistic

-ocean is aroace

-constance is a demigirl

-mischa gets into fights for the choir a lot

-talia was a catfish

-mischa confided in Noel after finding out

-they fell in love

-talia then became a code name for Noel

-they told the choir abt the code name thing

-noels dad is homophobic but usually never around but just to be safe

-bi Mischa

-Mischa's mama is alive and on the road to recovery

-mischa only got into a few fights pre-canon cause he intimidated everyone

-he starts them now to protect the choir

-mama bird Mischa

-mischa sings Ukrainian lullabies to penny when she's over stimulated

-noel had a small crush on Misch pre-canon that got worse after the "you are man of words Noel Gruber" thing

-constance has two mums

-the choir hang out in Constance's family bakery

- constance learned how to make pirozhki to give to Mischa

-he cried

-Mischa's had top surgery

-ricky is non binary and uses he/him pronouns

-penny is unlabeled and uses she/her pronouns

-the choir like to steal Mischas clothes

-Mischa's shirts look like dresses on ocean

-Ocean is 4'11 and 103lbs of sass and insecurity

-mischa is 6'2 and like 190lbs

-ocean is a snitch

-someone shoves into ocean in the hallway and sees a very angry Ukrainian speeding towards them

-ricky offers Mischa one of his crutches is he's there when Mischas beating the shit out of someone

-everyone was Hella surprised when after almost dying Mischa started actively taking part and enjoying choir

-ricky communicates thru sign language

-mischa, penny and Noel learned sign language for Ricky

-ocean is trying to learn sign language (it's not going well)

-the choir like to sing "what the world needs" to piss off ocean

-mischa taught Noel a little Ukrainian so they could talk shit about people

-2016 cast & script>

-penny has a special interest in animals

-penny walks stiffly likes doll post accident

-ricky is buff from the waist up

-the choir had a betting pool on when nischa would get together

-ricky won

-he was beyond pissed that he was off by like 3 days tho

-noel has one of those crusty white dogs that looks like it has rabies

-birds are attacted to mischa like a disney princess

-i feel like mischa would smell like beer

-penny has a pet frog

-constance volunteers at a pet shelter

Spacerap is making their collab song guys

Reblog to give Ricky Potts a great big hug

Ride the Cyclone Incorrect Quotes (pt. 2)

Noel: I don’t do relationships.

Mischa: *exists*

Noel: Shit.

~

Noel: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Mischa: ..Have you never taken a shower before?

~

Ocean: Just be yourself.

Noel: 'Be myself'? Ocean, I have one day to win Mischa over. How long did it take before you guys started liking me?

Ricky: Couple weeks.

Constance: Six months.

Jane Doe: Jury’s still out.

Noel: See, Ocean?

Noel: 'Be myself'. What kind of garbage advice is that?

~

Ocean: From now on we will be using code names.

Ocean: You can address me as Eagle One.

Ocean: Noel is “been there done that”.

Ocean: Ricky is “currently doing that”.

Ocean: Constance is “it happened once in a dream”.

Ocean: Jane Doe is “if I had to pick a gal”.

Ocean: And Mischa is...

Ocean: Eagle Two

Mischa: Oh thank god.

~

Ocean: I CAN'T DO IT!

Noel, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER!

Ocean: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE

Mischa: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.

Ocean:

Ocean: I appreciate it,

Ocean: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-

Ricky: Ocean-

Ocean: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!

Constance: Ocean we gotta-

Ocean: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.

Ocean: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'

Ocean, motioning to Jane Doe: NOT FUCKING THIS

~

Ocean: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

Noel: What if it bites me and it dies!?

Mischa: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Noel, learn to listen.

Ricky: What if it bites itself and I die?

Constance: That’s voodoo.

Jane Doe: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Noel: That’s correlation, not causation.

Ricky: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Constance: That’s kinky.

Ocean: Oh my God.