#World of the Coinless

[ajgrey9647]

Junk journaling Lord Drakkon and World of the Coinless Jason Scott

[augment-techs]

@ajgrey9647

[bayysart]

Ranger Slayer Kimberly my queen 💞💞💞 She honestly looks great with short hair! I’ll likely shade this later. :)

[skyland2703]

Now that I have access to good quality pictures of The Coinless #1, I believe I can give it a proper review~

SO LET'S GET STARTED!!

I'm gonna start with saying the art here was fucking gorgeous. And I’m not gonna cover the basic points, too many people already have. Just lil things that held MY attention, knowing all the plot twists and spoilers~

Does this mean Drakkon DID have public executions in the street??

Bulk/Kim crumbs!!! Bulk is such a Simp man. OHHH

and and and— he tells Skull everything. Every part of his day. And I think skull hears, Skull understands.

This might get a little out of order now, but

It’s so sad the way she sits here bundled up like this. It also melts my heart. And she misses Zack So MUCH. And the guilt is swallowing her whole.

SHE IS NOT YOURS—

You know what I’d be up to kill him too if I were in this world.

ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE MOMENT OTP DOUBLE TEAMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!! Please I love THIS SO MUCH.

Bro deserved this shot ngl.

…now why do you have this stowed away like this, huh jason? Are we keeping the trauma like a trophy?? Are you going to wear that when you leave your little recluse’s hut???

Untreated PTSD made worse by more incoming trauma. This guy got so fucked up and yet he finds a way for ME to be annoyed at HIM.

Baby. Baby. Babyyyyyyy. Ultimate himbo Simp. BBY!!

These women are in LOVE by the way. For the record. Just so you know. And every single scene they had deserved a post of its own because HHHHH

But this one in particular. They’re SOFT but they’re pretending to be so tough. They just need a HUG. That’ll fix like 99.9% problems.

Also does anyone remember what did happen to the scorpina of that universe??

This is so funny to me and I don’t even know why

Iconic shot. Could hear the BONK noise in the background.

Glad finster got this moment. Even if it was short lived~

Zack what are. You. Trying. To. Achieve. Why does he keep calling her out like this?? Like he's ridiculing her for what happened to HIM?! WHAT. IS. THIS.

Also does this mean we get lava zombie kim???

HE SAID HIS NAME HE SAID HIS NAME HE SAID—

oh he betrayed them.

oH buLk is hurt.

aSDFGH

Like i said, the art was GORGEOUS. Drakkon was annoying as fuck. I needed to punch him in every single shot he was in.

This feels like a potential redemption arc for him, and I don’t LIKE IT. I don’t like redemption arcs. 99.9% of them. They’re almost never done right.

Obviously, this COULD be something really good, but I feel like

Also the fact that all of the characters not explicitly mentioned are all zombies now saddens me beyond explanation. It somehow kills scope for fanfiction to me?

But on the bright side, Bulk’s development is some of the best of the BEST. He’s the glue that’s holding the team together, he’s also the guy who thought he’d never get this, the underdog, the guy who thinks he doesn’t deserve any of this, and yet, and yet in every interaction of the team, he shines through. He’s the one who’s holding them all together, even though his own world— aka skull— is collapsing.

and i hope we get more development for him.

And please please PLEASE can we have everyone turn back to normal when this shit ends?! These people need a goddamn break.

[skylandart]

I'll love you forever for a chibi coinless jason.... he's my baby so someone's gotta ask. He needs love too... lol

Chibi #15 is Coinless Jason for uuuuu :3

He deserves some happiness, no?? ;)

[the-mad-closet]

Intoxication/Drugged + Hatefucking + World of the Coinless; Kimberly, Jason & Drakkon

Mmm... it's a gray area. I'll allow it! This went in a very different direction to what I was intending, but I'm not mad about it.

Content warning for: hate sex, intoxication, fighting, hitting, punching, blood

~

Kim shoves Tommy- Drakkon, not Tommy. Tommy hasn't been Tommy in a long, long time- back into the bed. "Bastard!" she snarls. "Fucking asshole!"

Drakkon hisses something, grabbing Kim by the neck- cutting off the loud curse building behind her teeth- and drags her closer. He smashes their lips together, biting at her pink, kiss-swollen bottom lip hard and pulling.

She snarls, smacking Drakkon across the face, knocking him away from her and getting him to release his grip. She ignores the lethargy in her limbs from the drug she and Jason had been affected by. Drakkon growls, hitting Kim's shoulder and shoving her back. Kim makes a noise and, like he was waiting for a cue, here comes Jason, grabbing Drakkon around the middle, trapping his arms in place and dragging him away.

Jason throws Drakkon down on the bed and keeps him there with strength he'd thought lost with his Power Coin. "Stay," he growls. He doesn't know if Drakkon is obeying because of the traces of the drug still in his veins or that Drakkon won't take on both Jason and Kimberly.

And honestly, while Jason kind of wants an actual rematch from Tommy, he's also kind of glad the world believes Jason and Kimberly have been tortured into insanity.

Kim pounces, hands braces on the bed, forearms framing Drakkon's face. She leans down, looking Drakkon right in the eyes. "You don't want this, tell us now," she demands.

Because not even hatred is above basic consent.

Drakkon growls. "Think you can't handle it?" he snarks. His eyes glow with a little bit of the old Tommy Oliver. Jason's heart aches for the loss of the boy who could've been their teammates.

Kimberly hisses. "If I didn't think I could handle you, I wouldn't be asking," she snarls.

Jason echoes the sentiment with a low grunt.

Drakkon retaliates by surging up and capturing Kimberly's lips again, harder rougher, and bucking up to grind their bodies together. Kimberly groans, letting him take her body weight and dropping down to rest chest-to-chest with her hated enemy. She twists her fingers in his hair instead, moaning low in her throat when Jason reaches over and traces his hand over her hip.

Drakkon gives these little growls, angry and gravelly, and fucking hot. Jason takes the moment he's occupied by Kim to undress. The cool air bites into his skin, dragging whimpering noises from his throat. Once he's undressed, he taps Kim's shoulder and immediately has to duck as her pink breast plate goes sailing past his head and clangs loudly on the floor.

"Stay," she orders, climbing off Drakkon's body to take off the clothing underneath her armor.

Jason takes her place, straddling Drakkon's chest and reaching down a hand to stroke his cock. Drakkon leans down and licks at the head, tongue a warm, smooth compress. Jason groans a little at the feeling.

"Don't forget me," Kim purrs dangerously behind them, last piece of clothing dropping to the floor with a muted thud. She slips onto the bed and positions herself so she sits on Drakkon's cock through his jeans. She grinds down, drawing a moan from Drakkon's throat. "Mm, you feel good, baby," she says.

Jason leans back into her bare chest, forcing his cock further towards Drakkon's mouth. Kim presses one hand to Jason's shoulder. "What are you thinking, Jace?" she asks.

Jason grins. "I think he needs to come now, so we can have our fun all night long."

Beneath them, Drakkon whines, a shocking sound from his mouth. When they look down, more flashes of the old Tommy are resurfacing. Drakkon pulls off Jason's cock just long enough to plead, "Please."

Jason and Kim glance at each other. Then Kim smiles wickedly. She puts her hands on Jason's shoulders and uses them as a grounding point so she can lift herself up. Then she thrusts down with a powerful strike and draws another whine from Tommy’s throat.

Jason smiles, just as wicked. "Wanna come for us?" he asks. "Gonna make a mess of yourself?"

Tommy's eyes flutter closed, his face displaying pleasure- rapture almost. Jason doubts anyone has ever touched Rita's Ranger. He doubts Tommy had let anyone touch him even before. "Please," Tommy begs.

"Let him have it, Kim," Jason says- a Red giving an order, even as he no longer has his Power Coin. "We can give him more later."

Kim laughs, then presses down with her hips again. "That I can do."

~

@augment-techs

[azurezfiction]

A kiss that shouldn’t have happened + Boom! Power Rangers; Lord Drakkon and literally anyone you might like--dealer's choice ^^

Places for kissing | @augment-techs

"Fuck you."

Drakkon turns and gives a harsh, almost empty laugh with a head tilt. "Please do." He remarks, words dripped with bemusement and excitement. As he kicks a Zedstrinal away wit his foot. "Surprised that fool Zedd got new foot soldiers."

Jason gave Drakkon a flat look. "Like you're any better?"

"I at least have some form of creativity and imagination!" Drakkon snarks with a squawk in his tone. Docking, turning his blade around in the palm and jabbed backwards slicing another in half. "And at least I gave my foot soldiers a pension and benefits!"

"Wow. Sounds like a dream," Jason counters dryly.

"I'm evil. But I'm not an asshole to the people who I employee," Drakkon comments.

Jason snorts. That was the biggest damned lie he'd ever heard.

"Watch it!"

Drakon lunged past him and skewering another soldier before Jason had even realized. The intensity of their argument distracted him from noticing the enemy approaching from behind, before anything could be said. Drakkon grabbed Jason by the collar pulling him into a fierce, deep kiss.

The kiss had been intense that Jason almost felt himself from melting into it.

As the kiss ended, Jason put his arm to his lips jerking back at the cocky smile on Drakkon's face.

"I might not be half a good a kisser as your Tommy," Drakkon sneers satisficed. "But you are mine. No one is allowed to kill you but me!"

Jason grimaces slightly with a dark look. "Sure." He remarks coldly. "Whatever you say." He was no one's but himself. For now, Jason planned on letting on Drakkon do what was needed to defeat Zedd.

For now.

[ranger-ribbons]

"You don't have to be alone anymore." + World of the Coinless Jason, Kimberly & Bulk

This is also a piece you're gonna have to forgive me for, I don't know anything about them. We'll see where this gets us lol

~

Jason sits on a rock overlooking a small pond. He watches the water with critical, but haunted eyes. He wants, more than anything, for peace and quiet.

He's lucky he gets quiet.

Jason hears the screams again. He hears them even when his eyes are open. He hears them at night when the nightmares take hold. He hears them when his mind wanders and take him back to that fateful day everything changed.

Jason had been awake when Billy was killed. Contrary to the belief that he wasn't, and was therefore spared the pain of hearing Billy's death. Jason had heard. Jason had heard the sword stab Billy's chest, Jason had heard Billy's lungs fill with blood, Jason had heard Billy choke on his blood as it suffocated him, crawling up his throat to smother him. Jason had heard it all, and Jason can hear it when he's not distracted. The images of Billy dying, of Billy meeting his eyes as the light Jason had adored dimmed and was extinguished- those memories still haunt him, even all these years later.

Jason curses the day Tommy came to Angel Grove.

"Jase?" calls a familiar voice.

Jason doesn't turn, despite knowing who it was, and likely what they wanted.

"Hey, man, you okay up there?"

"Jason, please, come down."

Jason doesn't move. The screaming still echoes. Someone touches his shoulder and Jason reacts without thinking. He grabs the wrist and yanks, bringing Bulk into his vision.

"Whoa, hey!" Bulk says, "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

Kim comes up on Jason's other side. "Jase, it's okay," she says. "We're here. We know."

Because Kim had been there too, the day Billy died. Kim, just like Jason, can hear the screams as well. Unbidden, Jason's eyes fill with tears and he tries to hold them back. He feels like he's been handed a pamphlet that says, "Congratulations, you survived the war! Now live with the trauma!"

"Jase," Kim says. She kneels to his level, looking him in the eyes. Bulk squats to be below him, looming at him with eyes so soft, Jason almost can't believe Bulk ever bullied the Rangers back in school. "Jase, talk to us," Kim pleads.

"Please, Jason," Bulk adds.

Kim offers him a smile. Jason's emotions burst like a waterbaloon, and the tears come flooding down. Kim drags him into a hug, and Jason grips her dirt-stained jean jacket as if he'd float away if he didn't keep hold. Bulk wraps his arms around both of them and holds on just as tight.

Jason sobs, cries long and hard, pouring his grief into his tears and crying. The tears drip onto Kim's shoulder, but she says nothing. Rubbing his back, Kim hums a gentle song. She just sits there and lets him cry, lets him grieve. Bulk squeezes Jason's shoulder, says nothing. They both offer their gentle comfort and all the kindness this world will allow.

"It's okay, Jase," Kim whispers.

"You're alright, Jason," Bulk echoes.

"You don't have to be alone anymore."

~

@augment-techs

[madhare0512]

Taking a risk by eating unidentified berries+running from a wild animal + World of the Coinless; Rocky, Aisha, Kat~

Sure sure sure!

21.) Taking a risk by eating unidentified berries.

42.) Running from a wild animal.

~

They're in the woods on a mission. It's been a long and hard mission for all of them, they've been out in the middle of nowhere for a week straight. Their food had run out, their water source was now polluted since they'd had to wash some sort of chemical off of them.

Kat goes down first. Hunger pains and dehydration get her. She's half starved and can barely stand. Rocky and Aisha only give each other a glance before they decide to make camp and stay for a few days.

Rocky goes down next, bitten by some poisonous bug and having to sleep off the sickness it brings. Aisha doesn't hesitate to go into the forest and scavenge for whatever she can make do with.

She regrets it almost immediately.

Aisha finds some berries in the forest that are the right color to eat, but she doesn't quite know them. They aren't hollyberries, so she figures they're safe enough, but still. She dares to nibble on one before she takes them back to Kat and Rocky. It tastes sweet, a little bitter when she swallows it down.

A crack echoes behind her and Aisha whips around. Something growls in the bushes. Aisha let's out a terrified yelp and gathers her supplies. Ripping off a bundle of the berries, Aisha rushes away.

She bolts past the trail she left to find her way back to camp, running as far away as she can before she turns back and finds the animal is gone.

Aisha breathes a sigh of relief and begins to backtrack her steps, heedless of the brown eyes watching her steps with fondness as she goes.

~

@augment-techs

[ajgrey9647]

💯

Strange Places series by Artem Chebokha

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[ajgrey9647]

"hi" *raspy voice* + Boom! Comics; Sentry Skull; Post-Shattered Grid (but please, please, PLEASE don't go near the zombie timeline; me and mine are still so enraged about that)

A Skull in Bloom

*Not gonna lie, this is way longer than I thought. But came surprisingly quick as it unfolded in the wildness of my mind. Enjoy!

In the end, Tommy Oliver proved to be every bit of the ‘fucking dick’ he was purported to be. To Skull’s way of thinking, there was a big difference between just being a ‘fucking dick’ and being a ‘piece of shit.’ And to his astonishment, Tommy managed to fit both bills.

Skull’s cheeks were streaked with sweat and grime, the sun blindingly hot overhead as he made his way back to the other Coinless. His gear was heavy despite all the lithe muscle he had put on as one of Drakkon’s Red Sentries. It was a relief to never have to don that insulting red armor again.

As Lord Drakkon, Tommy had demonstrated more than just misplaced fear and anger. He was a whole psychopath; a cruel, vicious, narcissistic demon spit up straight from the bowels of Hell itself. If he recalled correctly, there was a religious story about the Devil being allowed to roam the Earth for so many years. He wasn’t sure, but it sounded familiar.

Things had changed so quickly that at times, it didn’t seem real. It was like the plot of a futuristic dystopian horror movie. So much carnage, pain, and death. Sometimes, Skull marveled that he managed to survive and at times even thrive. As a child and young teen, he was sure he’d be one of the ones to be picked off first.

Looking back, Skull attributed this miraculous survival to his actions that day at the mall, the day he’d valiantly shoved a cocky, hateful Green Ranger from the second level straight into the fountain below. He’d stopped him from killing the Blue Ranger before his very eyes. Really wild when you thought about it.

Eugene Skullivitch had saved someone’s life, and not just anyone. A fucking Power Ranger! Skull wasn’t a hero. He was just a lonely, neglected, goofy punk. A freak, as the Green Ranger had screamed at him full of wrath mixed with disgust. The evil Ranger had been thwarted by a powerless, skinny teenage boy, not another Ranger.

That had really bruised Tommy’s exaggerated ego.

Skull plunged the end of his walking stick into the dirt as he surveyed the horizon. Still a whole lot of nothing out here. Abandoned buildings, wild creatures scavenging for food, disease-infested insects. He wiped a hand across his shiny brow, dark strands licking at his flesh when they moved.

Up ahead stood the bombed-out hulk that used to be Angel Grove’s mall; his own personal Disneyland. The weary traveler gave a slight smile as memories flooded him of all the good times he’d spent in this place, enjoying bad mall snacks, rocking it at the arcades, and laughing his ass off in the joke shop. He still had his old banged up ear buds and his music player; older than dirt now, they were merely relics of a bygone age.

More importantly, it was the site of the beginning of his transformation.

Saving the Blue Ranger had inspired some latent part of him, a part he never knew existed. It wasn’t all the attention and accolades he’d received that gave him such satisfaction. He could have done without all that honestly.

That Blue Ranger was right. Skull was braver than he thought possible. He’d done something incredibly dangerous (and stupid) by charging the Green Ranger. What if he’d turned around, still holding that wicked-looking sword of his? Skull had no martial arts training period and this dude was able to kick even the Power Rangers’ asses.

Despite always having to look over his shoulder after that heroic stunt, Skull felt his confidence start to slowly bloom, like a delicate flower. He was actually capable of more. The Blue Ranger’s words always echoed in his mind when he found himself feeling frightened.

Skull had felt a weird connection with this Ranger that he couldn’t explain as well. Maybe it was because like Skull, the Blue Ranger was of a slighter build but unlike Skull he was soft spoken. The Red and Black Rangers were bulkier and more commanding in their actions and speech. Blue wasn’t flashy and upfront.

So it wasn’t a deal breaker to be a hero if one didn’t have muscles and bravado. You could be smaller and reserved and still powerful. Skull wished he had more time to talk with the Blue Ranger, but duty called. He could still see the graceful acrobatic flip he’d done over the railing to rejoin the team.

After that, Skull found that the Blue one was his favorite. He’d catch the monster battles on the news and wait on baited breath to see if his Ranger made it out alright. Somehow, he had also scraped together enough moola to get an action figure of his own. Bulk had ribbed him at first but Skull put his foot down.

Having that confidence boost surprised him. He found he had more influence than he believed. He was even able to steer Bulky in a different direction when he decided to get up to shit; no always but rather often. Skull started to relax into being his own unique person and express some of his hidden flamboyance.

Then everything just went to absolute hell.

The Power Rangers had been defeated. Rita had won. Then, the space witch was dead, killed by her own Ranger; he was revealed to be none other than that ‘fucking dick’ Tommy Oliver. Rechristened Lord Drakkon, that murderous fuck went on a killing rampage. Drunk on his own power and rage, he’d somehow overlooked Skull as he went after the Rangers.

Jason, the Red Ranger.

Zack, the Black Ranger.

Kimberly, the Pink Ranger.

Trini, the Yellow Ranger.

And most shocking of all: his former best friend and co-adventurer, Billy Cranston, the Blue Ranger.

The crazy bastard ended up slaughtering Jason in their Command Center and decimated Billy as the boy bravely defended Trini. Skull had to blink back tears; they stung his eyes with the sweat and grim irritating their surface. He sniffed and continued forward; the much-needed supplies tucked within his gear making his back ache with the strain.

He thought back to a conversation he’d had with Billy, before Tommy sprouted his fangs and dug them into the entire fucking planet.

Carrying his lunch tray, Skull strolled into the cafeteria, unsure where he was going to sit this day. The clatter of plastic trays on tables, cacophony of conversations, and random loud laughter filled the room. Scanning the open seats, he was somewhat surprised to find Billy sitting by himself in the farthest corner. And right next to him was a vacant seat.

Plopping down next to the bespectacled teen, Skull grinned.

“This seat taken?”

Billy sighed and rolled his eyes behind his glasses.

“Before you ask, it’s not true,” he huffed, cheeks starting to redden.

Twirling a crinkled, over-salted fry into catsup, Skull shrugged and laughed.

“About Jason and Kim? No, I know it’s bullshit. I think everyone else does too,” he added noncommittally. “Where’s the other dweebs? I heard Kim went home sick and Jason’s in lunch detention.”

Billy looked at Skull in surprise.

“You believe that rumor is false?”

Skull arched his brow.

“Yeah, those two are such goody-goodies. No one buys it. It’s just too juicy to drop.”

Billy stared down at his food a moment before answering his companion’s question.

“Zack is making up a science experiment that failed and Trini’s assisting him,” he muttered, dropping his chin into his hand, appetite gone.

Skull nodded like it all made sense.

“Not surprised. Oliver was Zack’s lab partner, right? Five bucks he fucked it up on purpose,” he stated, like it was fact.

Billy shook his head then frowned.

“Where’s Bulk?”

“Oh, he’s in lunch detention with Jason. Bulky was egging the fight on between him and Tommy in gym class. I tried to get him to cut it out but there was just too big a peanut gallery to play to,” he explained. “I tried to tell Mr. Kaplan that Tommy said something gross to Jason first, but the teacher only saw Tommy catching a punch.”

He glanced across the cafeteria at the teen in question, who was also sitting alone, picking at his food with a sneer of disgust.

“I bet he’s the one who spread that rumor about Kimberly giving Jason a blow job in the locker room, too,” Skull added.

“Most likely,” Billy answered. “They both got called into the guidance counselor’s office this morning. That lead to Kim asking to return home and why Jason was so agitated.”

“What crawled up his ass and died? He’s awful to you guys, especially Jason.”

Billy could only shrug and sit silently.

Then, he turned to Skull and changed the subject.

“I wanted to commend you for your rescue of the Blue Ranger. That took a lot of fortitude, Eugene,” he commented.

Skull squirmed and waved the statement away.

“It was nothing. Just doing my civic duty.”

Feeling eyes on them, he turned back towards Tommy’s table and found the teen staring daggers at them.

“A word to the wise, Billy-boy. Be careful with that one. He’s not just a teenage outcast like me and Bulk. Once when I was in the office, waiting to see Kaplan, the secretaries were talking about him and all the stuff the police were called out for and CPS shit. They thought I was listening to my music but I wasn’t. And I’m glad,” he said firmly, his expression serious as he stood with his empty tray.

“There’s something bad wrong with him. Like serial killer level bad. And the way he’s fixated on Jason? He’d better watch out too.”

Skull had hit that nail on the head, if he hadn’t known it at the time.

Drakkon was a killer and much more.

After Billy’s death at the asshole’s hands, Skull had managed to work his way into Red Sentries. It had taken a long time but he knew how to play the long game. He felt it was the right thing to do. It was a way to help even with the Power Ranger no longer with powers.

Even Bulk had stepped up and defended a traumatized Kimberly from a frenzied crowd. He pulled her under his wing and declared if anyone had an issue with her, they’d have to go through him first. Skull was immensely proud of Bulky.

Moving through the ranks, the former gangly teen had gotten physically stronger. Which was wonderful. It was the mental aspect that took a toll.

Lord Drakkon was a vindictive, cruel, and abusive tyrant. Skull came to appreciate the statement that there were worse things than death. On certain occasions, he had been glad Billy wasn’t alive to see this or be at risk to undergo some of Drakkon’s outlandish punishments. He himself had to fight back the vomit until Drakkon had disappeared back to his crypt before hurling violently, barely getting his helmet off in time.

The sadistic fuck even kept a prisoner that he had somehow mentally warped into his own psychotic little pet. Not much was known about him but he was as bonkers as Drakkon and just as deadly.

Sadly, even the usually perceptive Skull did not recognize his old classmate, Jason Scott, nor would he have believed it if told the man’s identity. ‘Red’ thinner and wild-eyed, with shaggy grey hair and a real violent streak. Jason would have killed himself before serving the tyrant.

Goddamn, Drakkon was a piece of all mighty shit.

Praise be, that he was finally fucking dead!

As Skull ambled across the entryway towards the palace, he noticed a group standing in the courtyard ahead.

Rangers?? Impossible! Why would they be here?

The Ranger Slayer stood before the team, their backs to the approaching former Sentry. Bulk stood at her side, a protective arm draped around her shoulder as they listened their guests. Her face was a mask of disbelief and horror.

Hearing footsteps behind them, the Rangers swiftly turned as Skull emerged onto the cobblestone terrace. He, himself, did not resemble the Skull that they knew in their universe. Older and rugged, a quiet confidence surrounded him. And at the same time, he still had a mischievous sparkle in his dark eyes, a flair for the extravagant when it was available.

Catching the eye of this Blue Ranger, a Billy, from another dimension, Skull gave a gentle smile as he moved to stand before him.

“Hi,” he said simply, his voice raspy from the long trek.

Billy could only stare into this man’s eyes, yes he was a grown man here, and found himself at a loss for words.

“Penny for your thoughts, Billy-boy,” he quipped at the Blue Ranger, dropping a cool wink. “As long as you aren’t here to tell us that motherfucker’s clawed his way up from hell again.”

[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.

[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.

[augment-techs]

@ajgrey9647

"You can love a monster, it can even love you back, but that doesn't change its nature."

unknown / Mitski Cop Car / Catherynne M. Valente The Bread We Eat in Dreams / Jonny Bolduc Harsh Light / Margaret Atwood / Sylvia Plath Poem for a Birthday: Who / Anne Sexton Hansel and Gretel "The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton" / @/thymoss (tumblr) / unknown

i. unknown [ "I tip my head like a dog at the window. The outside world is so interesting, and I am not a part of it; I'm just witnessing." ]

ii. Mitski Cop Car [ "I get mean when I'm nervous like a bad dog / I get mean when I'm nervous like a bad dog ]

iii. Catherynne M. Valente The Bread We Eat in Dreams [ "I said: I could be a wolf for you. I could put my teeth on your throat. I could growl. I could eat you whole. I could wait for you in the dark. I could howl against your hair. ]

iv. Jonny Bolduc Harsh Light [ medical diagram of a dog. "Let the harsh light warm you / Let the harsh wind carry you away ]

v. Margaret Atwood [ "you dangle on the leash of your own longing; / your need grows teeth ]

vi. Sylvia Plath Poem for a Birthday: Who [ "Eaten or rotten. I am all mouth." ]

vii. Anne Sexton Hansel and Gretel [ I want to bite, / I want to chew, / I will eat you up. ]

viii. @/thymoss (tumblr) [ sketch of an animal with teeth surrounding the outside of its snout pointing away from it. "I will remove my teeth, for I want to remain kind despite my anger" ]

ix. unknown [ "I love you like a rotten dog, / I love you like my canines are falling out of my gums / Like a monster, like a beast / Like something not worth loving back" ]

[skyland2703]

Quietly just gonna slip a couple of these moodboard prompts in just for the fun of it:

Coinless Stone Canyon Trio~

HHHHH ALL I KNOW IS PAIIIINNNNNN—

[skylandart]

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