“Four years ago, I was just a guy who had a crush on a girl who had a boyfriend. And I had to do the hardest thing I ever had to do, which was just to wait. Don’t get me wrong—I flirted with her. Pam, I can now admit in front of friends and family that I do know how to make a photocopy. I didn’t need your help that many times.”
//aaahhhh this took me weeks to “finish”. Weeks! (Mostly coz I was being lazy..hehe) I still see a lot of mistakes but…meh.. good enough. I wanna start on a different piece now lol. Also, need to practice more backgrounds…and lighting..and… a lot of things…
Alright, HERE we go! Awhile ago I had an idea for a MP100/Voltron crossover, and after mentioning it to @x-i-l-verify and loooots of brainstorming later, we have…*gestures vaguely* this. These are more or less screenshot redraws just to kind of get across who is who. :) More info, reasonings and musings under the cut, because well…it got long…
ChanSaw sketchdump, I hope to finish one of these someday.
The first three are definitely from the movie universe, I love to imagine a “what if” turn of events where Heather just says “You know what, this party sucks, let’s get out of here” to Veronica. Then hopefully they’d manage to talk and Heather admits having given a blowjob against her own will, aaand Veronica would comfort her.
I need to write a fanfiction o k.
The last is from the musical universe. I was listening to “Yo Girl” AND so this happened. Ghost Heather would definitely do that, epic pose and all.
How old do you think Taako was when he came up with the idea for Garyl?
It’s completely possible that he was fully grown, but I like the thought of a tiny Taako flipping through a book of spells to see what he might be able to learn eventually. He finds Phantom Steed, and that one, he needs to learn that one someday.
He immediately shows Lup, because of course he shows Lup. The mental image of his future phantom steed was as clear as could be in his head almost the minute he finished reading the spell, and it’s so cool. It’s maybe the coolest thing he’s ever thought of. “He’s gonna be called Garyl, like Gary and Daryl put together, and he’s going to be a beautiful unicorn.”
Lup considers the idea with the amount of serious, excited consideration it deserves. “He should have two horns.”
“There are two of us, dummy, so he should have two horns!”
And that’s the best idea Taako has ever heard, so Garyl becomes a binicorn in Taako’s imagination. One day, he promises Lup, they’re not ever going to have to walk behind the caravans again because they’ll be able to ride Garyl. “And he’ll have a voice like this,” Taako tells her, deepening his voice as much as possible - which isn’t much - and she laughs.
Eventually they do ride Garyl just about everywhere, and he still looks almost exactly as Taako first imagined him.
A Steel Ball Run group chat please thank you very much ! :') I want to draw characters like you do someday. Got my passion back for drawing when I finished SBR & saw your comics, it gave me ideas as well and now I only need to get back to work even if it's been more than 3 years I haven't drawn seriously aaaa thank you very much ;w; Keep on doing the brown jojs. Your art is so nice I send your comics to my rl friends & they say hi btw they like all your jjba comics (esp the Gyro rescuing Johnny)
Hey!! i’m so glad that something i made inspired you to draw again, im sure you’ll do amazing things, so don’t ever stop
and thank you for the nice words!! here’s the sbr chat. It was an experience
Friends With Benefits: Bill Skarsgard... Chapter 3 (NSFW)
The next day we set out together, it was pretty early, around 6am.
Bill was driving, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the centre console.
“I hate this job sometimes, can’t be dealing with these early starts.” He yawned, running a hand down his face.
I laughed to myself, glancing out the window as we drove down the highway towards the location, which happened to be a large warehouse in LA, where both of us resided.
“You literally sound like a sixteen year old boy, when infact you’re twenty six and still moaning like a little bitch.”
Bill turned to glare at me momentarily before focusing on the road ahead, with a small pout on his lips.
“I woke up a whole hour before you, made us both coffee, sat and watched you put your face on, and then proceeded to carry your heavy ass make up kit down three flights of stairs.” He exclaimed, only causing me to laugh louder.
“I think you’ll find you also woke me up at the same time because you couldn’t keep it in your pants.”
Bill chuckled too, grinning at the thought of this mornings activities.
“Wanna stop for a quick coffee? I’ll literally fall asleep on set if we don’t and if you’re doing my make up, I don’t want any mistakes from you dozing off.” He joked, biting his lip at me.
I nodded, his comment recieving another roll of the eyes from myself. We definitely needed coffee if we were hoping to conquer a 12 hour day, with hardly any breaks.
Bill grinned in triumph, knocking up the stereo in the car.
I raised my eyebrows at what was playing, his phone was connected to the car.
“Dirty dancing? Really?”
“What? It’s a brilliant film, Patrick Swayze was almost as good at acting as me!”
“You’re so up your own backside.” I chortled.
Bill continued to drive down the highway until we reached a Starbucks, it was located around 20 minutes from the set and we had about forty minutes to spare.
He threw his Ray Ban wayfarers on his face, opening the door of his black volvo XC60 for me, taking my hand and helping down from the vehicle.
“You know, you’re gonna be in shit if you do things like that for me and you get papped. They’ll post the pictures and people will start thinking we’re dating, when it couldn’t be further from that.” I commented, grabbing my wallet and also throwing my sunglasses on.
“Let people speculate.” He shrugged, locking the car.
I shook my head at his careless attitude, the last thing we needed was gossip clouding our names.
I pulled my biker jacket closer to my body, it was getting colder here, with it being mid October.
Starbucks was pretty empty, seeing as it with still early, so Bill and I basically had the place to ourselves.
He paid for my vanilla latte and for his americano, we took a booth towards the back of the shop, removing both our sunglasses.
“Why are you wearing all black? You literally look like you have a date with a satanic cult.” Bill playfully said, sipping his coffee.
“You’re a fucking asshole and this is my uniform, you know that.” I retorted, looking down at my dark attire that consisted of a black biker jacket, black long sleeved t-shirt that was distressed, skin tight black jeans and some converse. The only piece of colour happened to be my gold Michael Kors watch, which Bill had gotten me for my 20th birthday two months ago.
“What time do you think we’ll be done today?” Bill yawned once again.
“Not until atleast six or seven tonight.” I sighed, taking the last gulp of my coffee.
“Kevin seems like he has a right stick shoved up his ass, treats everyone like shit.” He muttered, placing his empty paper cup down on the wooden table.
Kevin was the director of a new TV show that Bill had a main role in, he had a very distasteful personality and somedays you honestly just wanted to punch him in the face. Luckily, they had almost finished filming the show and it only had a few more scenes before it could be wrapped up and edited.
I glanced at my watch, cringing at the time.
“We need to go, I don’t want Kevin on our backs.” I groaned, sitting up from my chair and stretching, Bill did the same, throwing back on his sunglasses as did I.
The rest of the journey was peaceful, with the sound of quiet music and the slight echoing of Bill’s fingers tapping on the steering wheel.
Bill pulled into his designated space on the set and I could tell he was mentally preparing himself for the long, hard day ahead, because so was I.
He helped me get my make up kit out of his car, placing it on the floor and pulling the handle up, ready for me to pull along onto set.
“You two! Get ready, filming starts in an hour! Mya, I need you to get started on extras make up, let’s go!” And with the demands of Kevin who had just spotted us, we shot eachother a look.
“You better go, or you’ll be late for your date with darkness.” Bill commented, motioning to my outfit again.
“I swear to god, I will floor you.”
“How about you floor me at say… lunch time? Perhaps in my trailer…” He smirked.
I let out a small laugh, shaking my head and grabbing my kit, walking away without another word to Bill.
The morning passed by slower than I’d have liked, all I wanted was some food and a nice, cold glass of water.
It had been non stop already, Kevin had completely underestimated the amount of make up and hairstylists he’d need, I’d done nothing all morning but top up extras make up and run around after Kevin.
I hadn’t really had the chance to speak to Bill, he’d messaged me a few times while he’d had the chance but they were only silly texts and him begging me to meet him at his trailer come lunch.
And when lunch came I knew he expected nothing but for me to meet him inside the cramped, white trailer.
I was completely right and without knocking I let myself in, shutting and locking the door behind me.
I barely had time to get my bearings before long arms had wrapped around me and full lips were on mine.
Everyone about the encounter was urgent, Bills hands were all over me, pushing my biker jacket off while my hands fought to pull his tight t-shirt over his head.
“I’ve been looking forward to this all morning, you have no idea how hard it’s been to hide this permanent boner.” He spoke between kisses, pulling my top over my head and hastily unbuttoning my jeans, shoving a hand down my underwear.
I let out a throaty moan, the feeling of ultimate pleasure cursing through my veins.
Bill stopped his handy work down my pants to yank my jeans down my legs and I helped him by kicking my converse off and taking my jeans off the rest of the way while Bill all but ripped his constricting jeans off too.
What we were about to do seemed pretty hard while being stood up in a cramped trailer, so Bill moved us over to the couch, pulling me onto his lap.
I straddled him, a leg on either side of his lap. His eager hands explored my whole body, they weaved through my hair, down my chest to my breasts where he quickly removed my bra, his mouth attacking my nipples as I slyly ground against him, only our underwear separating us.
His hands were running up and down my back and I admit that he shocked me when he gently but forcefully grabbed my hair and exposed my throat to him, sucking hard and causing me to gasp, he was there way longer than he should have been and I pulled back.
“You fucker! You’ve left a mark, haven’t you!” I exclaimed, my hand going to my throat.
Bill let out a loud laugh, exposing his pearly teeth to me in a cheeky grin.
“It’s not fucking funny, Bill! I told you not to, now people are gonna start talking behind my back!”
“Chill, Mya. Nobody’s gonna talk about you and if they do fuck them, at least it’ll keep the guys away.” He smirked, moving my hand and attaching his lips to my neck again.
I threw my head back, completely mesmerised by the feeling of his soft lips trailing up my jawline and to my ear, where he nipped. The enjoyment only spurred me to grind harder and faster against him, and his hands moved to grip my hips in a tight lock.
“I swear I’ll finish in my boxers if you keep doing that.” He warned, flipping us over so rapidly that it took my breath away.
My bare back was pressed against the cold leather of the couch, while Bill held himself up over me.
He knew we didn’t have much time so briskly pushed his boxers down just enough for his erection to spring out and shoved my lace thong to the side before shoving himself into me.
We both let out a raspy moan as he started moving, I gripped at his shoulders with my nails digging into his pale flesh and wrapped one leg around his waist, my bare foot touching the cool skin at the back of his thigh.
I was on a complete high and my body was tingling all over, I was in utter bliss.
Well, that was until three sharp knocks banged against the unsettlingly weak door of the trailer.
Bill’s whole body tensed up and he ceased moving, my heart was practically beating out of my chest at the thought of getting caught in such a compromising situation.
“Mr Skarsgard! You’re needed on set, sorry to cut your lunch break short!” The male voiced sounded from behind the door, knocking twice more.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” He growled, eyes dark with a mix of lust and anger.
“Mr Skarsgard, are you there?!”
“Yes! Give me five minutes!” Bill all but snarled back, he gritted his teeth and neither of us moved until we knew whoever it was had gone.
Bill awkwardly managed to remove himself from me, pulling his boxers back up and I adjusted my underwear myself, doing my bra up with shaking hands.
“Do you think he knew what we were doing?” I wondered, biting my lip as I watched him pull his jeans back up his skinny legs.
“I don’t care if he did.” Bill mumbled, shoving his shirt back on and just about managing to put his hair back in place.
We both managed to finish getting dressed in record time, checking each other over before unlocking the door.
Before I had the chance to open the door, Bills hands grabbed my face and he placed a hard, long kiss on my lips.
He leant his forehead against mine, breathing heavily.
“Stay at mine tonight? I’m just really in the mood for a cuddle and a movie, obviously pizza too, just like we always have.”
I nodded and smiled, causing him to erupt into a satisfied grin too.
He pecked my forehead and proceeded to open the door, just as I hurried to cover my neck with my hair.
“I’ll see you later, meet me at my car.” Bill ordered, nodding to me before shoving his hands into his pockets and wondering off back to filming, leaving me stood there.
I bit my lip.
What had I gotten myself into?
Hey! Another day, another chapter. I’m really enjoying writing this and the lovely comments from you just spurs me on. I apologise this is only a short one and i just want to clarify there probably will be smut in most chapters but I promise I’ll get the story across as best I can without being a horny fuck.
When you’re a paladin of voltron there’s no need to worry about keeping your hair at garrison regulation length :3c
Lance didn’t think that knowing how to braid hair (as a result of taking care of younger sisters) would be helpful someday, but when your boyfriend is a Disney Princess™️/Defender of the Universe™️, it comes in handy