#billyskull

He was sunshine, I was Midnight Rain~

They do so many affectionate things. Things that just become custom. For them. Like they don’t even realise they’re holding hands, warm hugs, just. Staring at each other. Admiring each other.

The way Billy Looks at Skull. He’s never realised it himself, but one day, Kim was clicking pictures, when the entire team + bulk and skull + Kat, Adam, Rocky Aisha, were out on a picnic, and she’d brought along her Polaroid camera, and was just doing random candid shots of the friends— and then this one shot popped up, where Skull was on the barbecue grill, having the time of his life, with the biggest grin imaginable, and there was Billy, standing in the background, arms folded across the chest, and just… just staring at him. Admiring him. Simping for him.

They put that Polaroid on their refrigerator.

Billy never says this, but he notices every little mannerism of Skull. The way his eyes become adorably big, and widen a little when he listened to billy ranting about things Skull didn’t understand, the way the corners of his lips turned up before showing the most beautiful smile, the way his hair looked in the morning, the way his voice always sounded a little too high pitched. Billy notices everything. Billy cherishes everything.

Back in Highschool, for fulfilling credit requirements, Billy was required to join music class, because he was lacking the extra curricular credits because of ranger things. The first second he entered the practice Room, he realised he didn’t know a single person in there. Filled with dread, he took his seat, his introvert tendencies feeling more and more useless, every second.

Then a boy popped in, completely drenched, with ONE dry Spot on him, his hair dripping over his face, holding a trombone, and wordlessly sat in an empty seat in front of Billy. It was when he spoke, did billy realise— he’d been thrown off by the spiky jacket, yes, but a confirmation was nice— it was Skull. The only person who he actually knew in the entire class. and he decided to just stick next to him…. For the rest of the semester.

And Skull took him under his wing, like a mother hen.

Little Spike Skullovitch actually really adored Uncle Billy. He was the one who suggested he get together with Skull. Spike was eight, when Billy and Skull met again, years after being apart. And somehow, Spike immediately took a liking to him, and went “MINE!”

Billy loves spending time with Spike. While Skull is somewhat of the “discipline” Dad, Billy is the “Chill” dad. Spike loves arranging Little flowers in Billy’s hair, every time they’re out in a field of flowers.

They’re out in a field of flowers once in a few weeks anyway, btw. Billy saw some videos and got inspired to just. Hike. He’s discovered this really beautiful hill nearby, and while he’s a ranger who can teleport, he always hikes to these spots— with Skull, with Spike. Skull sometimes asks him to teleport him back home, when there’s a climb ahead, but billy is always like “NO THE FUN OF IT IS IN COMPLETING THE TREK”

As if Skull is the one screaming and howling in knee pain at nights.

Skull gets tired easily, but he’s more fit. At least he doesn’t have joint pain from mid thirties. “God— are you a ranger or am i—“

When billy got stuck on another planet, with the Cosmic Fury team, Skull went into a full blown panic, because “HE IS NOT ANSWERING HIS PHONE OR HIS COMMS THAT IS NOT LIKE HIM Q_Q”

when they got the systems working again, Billy had to spend an entire two hours convincing his panicky husband, that they’re okay, he’s OKAYYYYY~

Oh and while billy shut himself up in the workshop for working on the cosmic morphers??? He had Skull on videocall the entire time.

The ULTIMATE long distance relationship. They did ALL THEIR WORK together that day :3

Every time Skull cooks, Billy is always sitting on the granite kitchen slab, juuuuust smiling at him, and annoying him, and eating sugar from the little box that’s labelled “Coffee”, because it got messed up once, and nobody bothered to change it.

And Bonus:

One of the only things that keeps Skull sane, in the world of the Coinless, is a Little Blue Ghostie, that floats around him, talks to him, pulls him back, when he feels like jumping off cliffs, reminds him to eat properly, hugs him when life feels wrong, and shares his bed, always giving him a feathery light, soft, but comforting touch. And sometimes hammering some sense into him.

And DOUBLE BONUS:

Skull: OMG I FINALLY DID THE THING!!!

Billy: what thing??

Skull: THE THING I BEEN PROCRASTINATING ON FOR SO LONG!!!

Billy: Oh Nice! Was it difficult??

Skull:

Is this enough pics? (okay, full disclosure, some of these pictures are not like the others, because it's a different character from an entirely different thing, but Dan Mora got as close to what I feel anyone could to an adult, pre-middle aged Billy, so it STAYS)

YEAAAGDJJHADJJDHSDH THIS IS PERFECT. EVERYTHING I NEEDED.

Perfect. Absolutely.

Title: “Did you really think I was gonna stay?”

Rating: T

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Billy Cranston/World of the Coinless Eugene Skullovitch, World of the Coinless Adam Park/World of the Coinless Eugene Skullovitch

Summary: some liked to sleep, he liked to play. The hallways of the castle, in the middle of the night, echoed with the sounds of his tunes.

And unknown to him, the ghosts danced~

The ghosts danced to the tunes of his grand piano, making merry in times when no living could bring themselves to smile.

The ghosts of all those who had lost their lives to Lord Drakkon and his tyranny, all of those tortured, destroyed souls who had finally found peace in their deaths. They liked seeing that at least someone in the entire palace could do something he liked, even if it was in the dead silence of midnight. Even if the little man couldn’t see them all, they knew he felt it.

There was always this one little ghost who never seemed to enjoy the music, though. The little boy who was barely sixteen when he was murdered by the tyrant— blonde hair, wobbly spectacles. Instead of dancing, instead of laughing, he would quietly go and sit next to the Red Sentry on the piano stool while he played the songs, listening quietly, not quite saying anything, almost as if there was so much he wanted to say, but stopping himself knowing his words would never reach the pianist.

My favorite piece of art you've ever done. I don't know if it's just the pure joy and wholesomeness radiating off of them now and forever, or the fact that there is NO other chibi art of the rangers anywhere, but whenever I think of the best of you--this pops directly into my head like an arrow~

Asdhaknenskandkdnwnrjrebehe I’m sure these are not the only chibis for Power Rangers ever~ but hehehehheheheh I will take pride in that there can’t be CUTER chibis :3

I’m sooooooo glad this is your fave 🥰🥰🥰

And… I might take this as hint to do more… chibis…👀👀👀