#Coinless Eugene Skull Skullovitch

[augment-techs]

Question Game. Describe yourself with 3 singers. Favorite book? Words that best describe you? If your world hadn't went to hell in a hand basket, what do you think you'd be doing now? + Sentry Skull

There are so many different versions of all of these boy and all the rest of the kiddies, omg. Wouldn't it be nice if my divergent brain could maintain peace with all the AUs? Whatever; I can just use his baseline personality.

Describe yourself with 3 singers:

Tori Amos; bold and brilliant and with a voice not terribly different from the one in his head in certain circumstances. Does what she wants and doesn't give a damn about other people's opinion. Ed Kowalczyk, lead singer of the band LIVE. Though strictly for the Throwing Copper album of 1994. Bulk once caught him trying to perform on the acoustic guitar in his garage the song "Iris" and mentioned Skull sounded almost spot-on like the artist, "Just give it a couple years." Which was not untrue. David Bowie in his song "Heart's Filthy Lesson" played at the beginning and ending of the movie Se7en. Oh so very symbolic, in his opinion.

Favorite book?:

Gerald's Game, by Stephen King. Not one of his most favored works, not one of his classics, but the reading of it has helped get him out of quite a few more scrapes than he would have otherwise. It's informative and meditative.

Words that best describe you?:

Craft. Cunning. Thinness. Quietness. Mischief. Malaise. Patience. Secrets. Shadow. Allusion.

If your world hadn't went to hell in a hand basket, what do you think you'd be doing now?:

The first thing that comes to mind is having actually comfortable sex, since there is a fair bit of certainty that he would have kept his balls and wouldn't have allowed his prick to be inverted to keep his cover when he joined the wretched Red Sentries all because Drakkon thought it might be easier to keep other captains in line if there was a hole to relieve their stress readily available...

But apart from that...it is a rather difficult thing to imagine--the possibility of his being happy. His background can basically be summed up as "poor white trash with negligent/abusive parents and mental illness that required medication since puberty" when he's feeling generous. His grades in school were mediocre, he had self-esteem issues for days, depression, anxiety, the kind of migraines that could cause blindness; and while he was excellent at music, he would never let anyone actually see him perform...

Of course, hindsight is 20/20. Maybe he could have at least gone to college to major in the humanities, or found love, or had a child. He's seen plenty of other worlds in Drakkon's conquests; he's not unaware that some of his other selves seemed at least content.

[bayysart]

I am so sorry Bulk and Skull fans. orz Just there’s not enough angst of these two out there and I just… ya know had to do it. Skull is just uh… taking a nap and Bulk is giving him a big hug! And that’s just ketchup on Skull’s face. Totally not the alternative… Also can y’all guess what the posing composition here is inspired by? Hint is a painting from the Realism movement during the late 1800’s! The first person to guess it gets to request a drawing idk.

[skyland2703]

Write a scene without any dialogue + World of the Coinless/Pre-Shattered Grid; Sentry Adam & Sentry Skull~

Ah, writing without dialogue. A special treat for me, indeed.

It was a little cardboard carton. It was probably all that Skull had managed to save, and to bring along, when he'd become a Red Sentry. That box had always intrigued Adam, because neither he, nor any other sentry of the entire coinless ranks had ever had a chance to peek into it.

It wasn't that nobody cared for the contents of the box, everyone was curious. But there was something about it, a strange aura of it, and the way Skull was around it, that made everyone respect his privacy, and not go snooping around. Adam imagined it was probably old picture frames, knick knacks from their school days, or maybe something a little more precious than that.

Skull was usually seen sitting with that box after an especially hard day, when things didn't feel all that right; days when Drakkon's assignments to him involved murders of innocents, or reimbursements of loans from people who had way too little money to pay back the principle amount, let alone the interest. Sentries sometimes doubled as debt recovery agents, and since the loans from Drakkon's treasury came at a forty percent interest rate, (which was also less, considering the way Drakkon's greed ran his finances, and something that was there as a reason of Finster arguing with him that nobody would take the loans if he kept it above 50%, no matter how necessary—) it was especially painful, and Skull more or less landed up with the job once in every few weeks. It was extra horrible than the others, such as manning the granaries or guarding the Bastard's royal chambers, as it involved humiliation and harassment of those who were a little too beneath them.

And Skull didn't have the heart for it.

He was especially depressed when he came back from events like this, and Adam, who was usually paired off with Skull on duties like this, saw him taking a shower— which often involved some shenanigans with Adam himself, for some stress relief— and then settling onto the bed in the railway station issue quality blankets, which barely protected any cold at all, and pull up the little cardboard box from under his bed, and turn off the lights.

One day, though, he decided to ask about it. As they settled onto their beds after a relatively less stressful day, Adam on his bunk across a narrow strip of floor from Skull's, and Skull nestled into his blankets, and turned towards Adam, a small melancholy smile on his face. Adam flashed him a big grin, and wondered if he should ask, if that were the right moment to ask such a thing. And seeing that Skull didn't look as haunted today, as he didn't even need to bring up his little box of memories, Adam raised his eyebrows, and wordlessly, pointed towards under Skull's bed. Skull looked down, his eyes following to where Adam's fingers were pointed to, and he realised what the Black Sentry meant.

Skull sat up, tossed his blankets to a side— this was definitely a good day to ask about this— and gestured for Adam to come over, to his bed.

Adam followed, still grinning at his success, and mentally telling his curiosity that it was about to be satisfied. He climbed onto Skull's bed, and sat in front of him, as Skull dragged the little box out. It had, in a terrible handwriting, with a sharpie that had stopped running by the end of it, written "Memories. DO NOT OPEN". Adam chuckled to himself, realising he, and the other sentries, was right, the box did indeed contain mementos from Skull's life.

Skull opened it, and placed it in front of Adam, as if urging him to look at it, and figure out what it contained. Adam dipped a hand in, and came up with a few... were those fairy lights? Little fairy lights, all white and golden. He wondered if Skull would ever have a room of his own, he'd put them up, like a little teenage boy's room. There were posters in there, old bands, My Chemical Romance, Green Day, Lana Del Ray, people he didn't particularly recognise.

Then he dug further, and saw a little snow globe, with a white bearded wizard trapped in it. He eyed it curiously, and Skull, understanding what he was going for, picked it up, and turned it around in his hand, watching Adam's stunned, and childlike reaction to the glitter that, now disturbed, was falling over and around the wizard like snowy magic.

Then there was a little bandana, which Adam felt like belonged to Bulk... it wasn't one that Skull regularly wore himself, it was violet with black stripes, and he felt he'd seen Bulk wearing it a little too many times when they had been in school. There were old polaroid pictures— Kimberly Hart, the Ranger Slayer had had a polaroid camera, back in the day, if he remembered correctly. There were polaroids of Skull and Bulk, and one of Skull in a ridiculous costume that made Adam chuckle slightly. Kimberly used to take pictures of everyone from her camera, and present them to them on their birthdays, it was an adorable tradition, and made for memories that people, including Skull, cherished to this date.

Then there was a little toy robot sitting in one corner of the box, and Adam picked it up. He watched Skull's eyes flick onto the robot, and a sadness filled them immediately. Adam decided it wasn't his place to touch that, and he was just about to put it back in the box, when Skull's hand stopped his, holding the robot in both of their hands, and the Red Sentry's scarred fingers gently turned it over, and under its feet, Adam saw a little sticker sticking in, that read "William Cranston". That made sense.... Billy... that robot had belonged to Billy... but what was it doing with Skull?

He placed the robot respectfully back into the box, and pulled up what looked like a little toy sword— there were two of them, plastic, about the size of his forearm. There were also various other little things, like pirate eye-patches, more bandanas (apparently, they were a thing Skull liked to collect) a bunch of ragged clothes... and a broken spectacle frame.

The spectacle frame was so small. As if it belonged to an eight year old, and it was blue... Adam couldn't imagine who it belonged to, but a part of him said it was the same child to whom the broken robot had belonged to. A part of Adam told him this was the reason why Skull looked at these things when he was sad... he had some memories he liked to relive, and yet, the way the box said 'DO NOT OPEN', there were memories that he didn't want to come to terms with, and were tucked away in the bottom of the box.

The last thing Adam noticed before closing the flaps of the box was an old, torn and forlorn photograph of two six year old boys, one with fluffy black hair, and one with blonde ones. They were both tiny, a little smaller for their ages, and the blonde one wore the exact same spectacles he'd just seen in his hands a few minutes ago. They were both dressed up as pirates, and that one photograph had the words "Skull and Bones" scribbled on it in a child's wobbly handwriting.

Adam understood everything, with that one.

He looked up at Skull, who was smiling at him, reading every expression of Adam's as he dove through Skull's treasure chest. Adam heaved a sigh, and then reached around his own neck, pulling out a little charm he always wore with himself, as a thank you, and as a 'remember me too, would ya?' and handing it to Skull, no words said, but he looked down towards the box, and implied what he had meant.

Skull smiled gratefully, and placing everything back in the box, he gently rested the charm on top of the little toy robot, and tilted his head, and laid back in bed.

That was another memory he'd like to cherish.

[skylandart]

Sort of a get-well-soon present for @augment-techs !! Hope you like it!!! Hope you feel better!!!!

[lordkingsmith]

I wish you would write a fic where...

Greek God Ares gets an introduction to World of the Coinless through Skull--or one of the other baby Oranges. I mean, if Santa, Loki, and Thor get a go, why not a more...sympathetic immortal.

Santa Thor Loki and arguably Neptune lol. And it’s always super hilarious to me how chill everyone is at the concept of the gods and Santa being real aside from star struck hero worship lol like oh yea the gods are real! Santa’s an actual person! This is a normal Tuesday! It’s amazing to me. I’d love to see them be introduced at the beginning of a series just to see if it’s acclimation to weird that lets the rangers and associates roll with this or if they’re just Like That before rangerdom

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Fic Title: Butterfly Wings On Mighty War Drums

Fic Rating: M

Fandom: Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, Power Rangers: Lightspeed Rescue, Boom!Comics World of the Coinless, Greek Mythology

Characters: Ares, Lord Drakkon, Eugene Skullovitch, Neptune, Marina, Chad Lee, Adam Park, Ranger Slayer/Kimberly Hart

pairings: Ares/Eugene Skullovitch/Adam Park, Lord Drakkon/Eugene Skullovitch/Adam Park, Marina/Chad

Fic Summary:

many things can incite change from one reality to another. Some can have one change that results in tragedy centuries later. In one world, in one time, Ares is never found in the jar, and never rescued. The concept of war and bloodlust goes wild without one of its key gods to help regulate it. Resulting in one boy centuries after Ares’ imprisonment turning left when he should have gone right. Ignoring mercy when he otherwise would have sought it out and clung to it. Fifteen years after all that, an exhausted spy finds an ancient clay jar stoppered up in an old junk heap. Deft fingers pry the cork loose, and finally finally, Ares is free again. A bit maddened, a bit feral, but very willing to do his best to help. It’s not his fault, but this landscape is where he thrives best. So, with Skull, Ares enters the sentries and decides to get to work. Waging war from within and confronting the boy now man who is far too similar for his liking. Tact may not be Ares usual mode, but subterfuge keeps him close to the fascinating little sentry and his partner, and Ares is loathe to let anything happen to them. Plus; a wolf in sheep’s clothing is quite viscous when it’s able to infiltrate the flock.

Fic Excerpt:

Eugene looked from the empty bottle in his hand to the gaunt practically skeleton with skin and hair that had shot out of it with a scream and back to the bottle in his hand. The skeletal naked man moaned as he stroked the ground beneath him lovingly. It was…bizarre and uncomfortable. He was also muttering in a language Eugene wasn’t sure he recognized.

“Are you a genie?” He asked. It was all he could think to ask. The man looked up, then staggered to his feet with a despondent mutter. His voice, cracked and rough, lilted into a question sound. Eugene shook his head. “Man I only know English, ESL, and rudimentary Spanish from high school and even that I barely passed-mph!” The man had seemingly given up with niceties and suddenly there was a tongue in Eugene’s mouth and hands keeping his head still. He dropped the jar, slapping at the man’s arms but it was like hitting iron bars. Eventually he was let go, falling onto his ass as the man wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Apologies” said the not very apologetic sounding man. “There was no time to learn your language the traditional way. I had to borrow a page from Aphrodite.”

“Some kiss.” Eugene said numbly, touching his lips. The man laughed. “I’m Ares” he said, crouching beside Eugene. “A god of war, and harvest. And I owe you a great debt for letting me out of that jar.”

“A god.” Eugene’s head was spinning. “And here I was half expecting a genie.”

[augment-techs]

Write for 15 minutes without deleting anything

This part is short because I kind of...extended it. Sorry to @ajgrey9647 for using graft cut; but I can't mix these on here very well ^^;

Aside from the black eye, fractured cheekbone, bruises from his back hitting a decrepit telephone pole that had somehow survived twenty years in desolation, and a thumbnail lost when he went through a boarded up storefront window, Skull was reasonably pleased that he had managed to get Jason back to the palace without much fuss. And also that he'd gotten back to the Grove only just before a massive thunderstorm, with horrendous amounts of rain that they all knew-knew-knew was going to cause flooding after it being dry and barren for so long. They'd still gotten wet and Skull had only just remembered to stay away from metal standing buildings and rubble, but carrying Jason unconscious in a princess carry meant the unconscious fellow probably wasn't going to catch a cold.

Would have been better if he hadn't needed to use acupuncture points in Jason's legs to temporarily paralyze him, but trying to talk him through his onset of PTSD after being told Drakkon was back and requesting help didn't seem to be working. Like, even a little bit. It was scary how Jason could go from zero to a hundred at even the first hint of being told he'd have to see the man again. Painful too; the man had certainly been getting into shape more since he'd left. Kim, at least, look marginally more apologetic about Skull's condition than Jason's when they arrived back; what with the former Red Ranger having passed out from hyperventilating so he looked almost peaceful (thankfully he'd shaved that atrocious beard since he'd last been in Angel Grove) and Skull having to treat his own injuries since there was no fucking way that he was going to see Finster-5. Would have been nice to have a moment of peace before Drakkon meandered into the room to coo at the occupants and their states of being--especially Jason, the look in his eyes when he saw the man getting wiped down while unconscious was ghastly--but Skull was pleased to note that Kim still had excellent aim; even if it was with a teacup and she couldn't feel that good about it hitting his face due to Drakkon basically having fallen back to something more like a human from yet another Power anomaly and the girl he brought with him, Kiya, practically smiting him with every bit of lightning she could after he got her out of her prison sentence. "Can you not be a Creeper for more than five minutes, asshole?" "History proves that I probably can't Kimmy, no," Drakkon smiled through the spatter of tea running down the unpleasant looking scars along the side of his face. He even added to his being gross by wiping at the tea with his hand and then licking it off, "Hm. Second-hand kisses."

[bayysart]

World of the Coinless Skull WIP? Yeah that’s right! I don’t care if that world is in an apocalyptic situation, Coinless Skull needs a septum piercing.

[lordkingsmith]

wearing their worn shirt to have a better sleep + Skull/dealer's choice (since I'm curious about your preference for his relationship recently due to the Billy/Zack)

@augment-techs Uh-hm. Tbh I don’t have a preference for Skull. I don’t think I ever have lol. Like I’m a multi shipper and for me this is either “I only have three hard nos but everyone else is fair game” or “so there’s like six people I love best with this person” and actually while he dated Jason in my one fic series where Billy ends up with Zack, I think I've just generally kept him single because I can't decide who he'd be with his entire life. In my head he’s dated a lot of people…but I’ll be honest for me he feels like he’s the single dad that fucks. Doesn’t have a life partner.

It’s been easier for me having a hard pairing pre-chosen with him in asks or a hard idea already formed, because choosing for each fic myself straight up would be needing a randomizer lol. I HAVE used a randomizer and I’ll have to do it again as long as I write him lol XD I’ll write him with Billy, Billy’s as fine as anyone else and he's good with Billy. I like him best when they’re both adults or with Matt, in that regard. My one hard no is Candace/Zelya now. But Bulk, Tommy, Kim, Kat, Jason, Trini, Andros, Cestro, Rito, Goldar…honestly I could see him with pretty much everyone his age or, when older, just anyone he interacts with.

Literally every single person I have ever read Eugene Skullovitch with I��ve gone “makes sense to me!” He’s my wild card character. Anyone fits.

But I can definitely whip something up with someone lol.

World of the Coinless Eugene and Leanbow, but not as anything romantic :)

[augment-techs]

Now that the mainline comics are technically over (though it's comics, so I'm not sure how accurate that statement will remain) it's time to put this up.

My favorite boys, Skull and Billy, from both OG, convention pieces, the Boom! Comics MMPR, GGPR, and MM.

Maybe one day I'll make this into a proper web weave...but for now, I just wanna look at them~

[bayysart]

Omg he’s been both lined and colored! What a rare moment for my digital art at the moment… ANYWAYS! I hope y’all enjoy this World of The Coinless Skull. He was high key fun to draw, also yes I gave him skunk stripe hair on the sides… The apocalypse can be stressful. You might lose an eye or besties idk.

[lordkingsmith]

Send me a song lyric and I’ll make a fake wip summary for it!: World of the Coinless Skull + Call me what you like, I’ve been as kind as I can be; Set off the alarms and bring the sky down upon me. You’d think this was the ending; we both have come so far It’ll break your heart how very much alike we are... -Not the Villain, by S.J. Tucker.

@augment-techs Huh. How’d you know this has been my favorite song of hers since I was like nineteen lol. (I have several of her songs on my phone, and while I can’t call Tam Lin my trans awakening it certainly did make me go ‘huh’ and re-evaluate some things lol). This one though, it’s such a Mood. Thank you for handing me a favorite character and a favorite song~ I’ve been saving this one for when I have a very clear idea so here we go~

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Fic Name: Orange Is NOT My Color

Rating: T

Media: MMPR, Boom!Comics Power Rangers

Summary:

Logically Eugene knew he had alternate reality counterparts. Logically he was aware they existed and may or may not be rangers, or any variety of other things. Logically he was aware of this.

It still surprised him when he was knocked on his ass doing a routine sweep of another reality for Drakkon with Ranger Slayer. And it surprised him more when he realized it was by an orange Ranger with a devastatingly familiar voice. A middle aged Skull Skullovitch in a lurid orange suit taunting the Sentries until his capture. Eugene can’t help but keep visiting, though never daring to take off his own helmet. Orange feels familiar and Eugene feels intense jealousy. And Skull well….

It’s not even looking at a bad reflection. This is just him in a color he doesn’t want to relate to. Which bothers Eugene more than he wants to admit, and sends him into a spiral he’s not proud of. It’s starting to get to the point he’s not sure if he’s more like Skull….

Or Drakkon

[augment-techs]

Drakkon: I have been a mixed martial arts champion. A warrior that defeated the Power Rangers. An heir to Rita Repulsa. A usurper that ruled our world with an iron fist. A prisoner. A vagabond. A last hope. Tell me one thing that I cannot do or be!

Sentry/Coinless Skull: A straight guy.

Ranger Slayer: *buckles down on her knees laughing* Coinless Jason: Ewwwwww.

Drakkon: …Okay, true.

[mateushonrado]

Status Post #8065: Red and Crimson Rangers

Row 1: Victor Lee (Mark Dacascos) / Biorhythm Red (Bio-Man), Jason Lee Scott (Austin St. John) / Red Ranger (MMPR pilot), Jason Lee Scott (Austin St. John) / Red Ranger (MMPR S1-2), Jason Jones / Red Ranger (MMPR Hamilton), Justin (Patrick Wolf) / Red Dark Ranger (MMPR S2), Rocky DeSantos (Steve Cardenas) / Red Ranger / Red Ninja Ranger (MMPR S2-3), Rocko DeSantos (Steve Cardenas) / Wild West Red Ranger (MMPR S2), Rocky DeSantos (Steve Cardenas) / Red Ranger / Red Ninjetti Ranger (MMPR: TM) and Farai Jukwa / Red Dark Ranger (MMPR Marvel)

Row 2: Aurico (David Bacon) / Red Aquitar Ranger (Alien Rangers), Tommy Oliver (Jason David Frank) / Zeo Ranger V Red / Red Turbo Ranger (Zeo-Turbo), TJ Johnson (Selwyn Ward) / Red Turbo Ranger (Turbo), TJ robot (Selwyn Ward) / Red Turbo Ranger (Turbo), Andros (Christopher Khayman Lee) / Red Space Ranger (In Space), Psycho Red (Patrick David) (In Space), Mike Corbett (Russell Lawrence) / Galaxy Red (Lost Galaxy, candidate), Leo Corbett (Danny Slavin) / Galaxy Red (Lost Galaxy) and Carter Grayson (Sean Cw Johnson) / Red Lightspeed Ranger (Lightspeed Rescue)

Row 3: Alex Drake (Jason Faunt) / Time Force Red (Time Force), Wesley Collins (Jason Faunt) / Time Force Red (Time Force), Eric Myers (Daniel Southworth) / Quantum Ranger (Time Force), Cole Evans (Rick Medina) / Red Lion Ranger (Wild Force), Shane Clarke (Pua Magasiva) / Red Wind Ranger (Ninja Storm), Hunter Bradley (Adam Tuominen) / Crimson Thunder Ranger (Ninja Storm), Shane Clarke [Wild Wipeout] (Pua Magasiva) / Red Wind Ranger (Ninja Storm), Hunter Bradley [Wild Wipeout] (Adam Tuominen) / Crimson Thunder Ranger (Ninja Storm) and Conner McKnight (James Napier) / Red Dino Ranger / Triassic Ranger (Dino Thunder)

Row 4: Officer Tate (uncredited actor) / SPD Red Ranger (SPD), Charlie Haywood (Gina Varela) / A-Squad Red (SPD), Jack Landors (Brandon Jay McLaren) / SPD Red Ranger (SPD), Sky Tate (Chris Violette) / SPD Red Ranger / SPD Deka Ranger (SPD), Bridge Carson (Matt Austin Sadowski) / SPD Red Ranger (SPD), Nick Russell (Firass Dirani) / Red Mystic Ranger (Mystic Force), Leanbow (Chris Graham) / Wolf Warrior (Mystic Force), Mack Hartford (James MacLurcan) / Overdrive Red (Operation Overdrive) and Casey Rhodes (Jason Smith) / Red Tiger Ranger (Jungle Fury)

Row 5: Scott Truman (Eka Darville) / Ranger Red (RPM), Grand Shogun (Jim McLarty) (Samurai), Jayden and Lauren's father (Steven A. Davis) / Red Samurai Ranger (Samurai), Jayden Shiba (Alex Heartman) / Red Samurai Ranger / Red Shogun Ranger (Samurai), Lauren Shiba (Kimberley Crossman) / Red Samurai Ranger (Samurai), Troy Burrows (Andrew Gray) / Megaforce Red / Super Megaforce Red (Megaforce-Super Megaforce), Jordan (Joshua McKenzie) / Megaforce Red (Megaforce, wannabe), Tyler Navarro (Brennan Mejia) / Dino Charge Red (Dino Charge) and Grace Sterling / Red Ranger (MMPR/GGPR-MMPR: Beyond the Grid)

Row 6: Jason Lee Scott / Red Ranger (MMPR/GGPR), Trini Kwan / Red Ranger (MMPR/GGPR), Jason Lee Scott [Coinless] / Red Ranger (MMPR/GGPR), Tyrannosaurus Sentry (MMPR/GGPR), Ace / Supersonic Red (MMPR/GGPR), Rocky DeSantos / Red Ranger (MMPR/GGPR), Britt / All-New Red Ranger (MMPR: Pink), Rocky DeSantos / Red Ranger (MMPR: Pink) and Dane Romero (Mike Edward) / Ninja Steel Red (Ninja Steel)

Row 7: Brody Romero (William Shewfelt) / Ninja Steel Red (Ninja Steel), Mick Kanic (Kelson Henderson) / Ninja Steel Red (Ninja Steel), Sheriff Skyfire (Mark Mitchinson) (Ninja Steel), Zordon (Bryan Cranston) / Red Ranger (PR 2017), Jason Scott (Dacre Montgomery) / Red Ranger (PR 2017), Marvin Shih (Peter Sudarso) / Hyperforce Red (Hyperforce) and Lauren Shiba / Red Samurai Ranger (MMPR: Shattered Grid)

Row 8: Matt Cook [Coinless] / Tyrannosaurus Sentry (MMPR: Shattered Grid), Eugene "Skull" Skullovitch [Coinless] / Tyrannosaurus Sentry (MMPR: Shattered Grid), Andros / Red Space Ranger / Red Solar Ranger (MMPR: Shattered Grid-Beyond the Grid), Carter Grayson / Red Lightspeed Ranger (MMPR: Shattered Grid), Eric Myers / Quantum Ranger (MMPR: Shattered Grid), Conner McKnight / Red Dino Ranger (MMPR: Shattered Grid-Beyond the Grid) and Tyler Navarro / Dino Charge Red (MMPR: Shattered Grid-Beyond the Grid)

Occupying the eighth and ninth spot of Row 7-8: Devon Daniels (Rorrie D. Travis) / Beast Morpher Red (Beast Morphers) and Blaze (Colby Strong) / Cybervillain Red (Beast Morphers)

[augment-techs]

"How many pictures do you have of Skull on your phone?" Matt didn't even pause his assault on the training dummy, just grinning with all of his teeth as Billy continued to swipe through the saved images on his cell in an effort to familiarize himself with the one boy they both knew that they were both crushing on and continually wanted to bang and spoil; if only Billy would get off the goddamn fence about it. "A hundred and forty-eight. But I also have six of Bulk, two of Jason, and one that one thirst trap Zack was proud of last year." "....The one he wouldn't stop whining about not getting the attention he deserved?" "Yep, that one. But that's not what you want to talk about." Billy didn't even bother denying it, rapidly moving from picture to picture and hoping his eidetic didn't blur the scenes and shots of Eugene in a posture collar looking up at the camera; trussed up in thin rope while suspended in the air wearing nothing but shadows to block out the R rated bits; seated on an oversized toadstool with silver fairy wings and autumn leaves made from satin and lace... "No it's not. Where did you get these and why do you collect them like Pokémon cards?" "I bought them from the distribution center online, which is how he makes his money," were words spoken slowly, as if to a small child that didn't understand the concept of a job, "And I collect them because I am in the prime of my youth and can't expect him to get down on his knees for me every moment of the day--" Billy made that noise, the one Matt was finding more and more amusing the further they got into the possibility of Billy actually joining in with Matt and Eugene in the bedroom; like a whistling teakettle and a hissing goose. "That's not--I-I didn't mean--! You--!" "You can pick some that you like and send them to your own phone if that will help." Billy ceased his fumbling, embarrassed noise making and looked from Matt sucker punching the dummy so hard that it toppled over, eyes wide as a child in a candy store. "...I mean, if I have your permission?"

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She awoke screaming every night that week, the fire of his ash on her lips, the blood on her hands, and the 'why's on her tongue she didn't know how to speak.

She missed him, she loved him, but she hated him too.

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Yes this is from TCOT

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[skyland2703]

Made-Up Fic Title Prompt: Sentry Skull + "did you really think I was gonna stay?"

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.

Send me a made up fic title and I’ll tell you what I’d write to go with it~

[augment-techs]

Sending the prompt again in case it didn’t go through with a song lyric to ease the way

Eugene/Mighty Morphin Orange with the lyrics

It feels like a dream, what happened last night/In the morning I am waiting in a long, long line/I felt so connected, I felt so high/I am going to be lonely for a long, long time-after by Muna

@lordkingsmith