#World of the Coinless Jason Scott

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Soft NSFW prompt kissing around a gag + Lord Drakkon/World of the Coinless Jason Scott

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Drakkon: Like you? You think I "like" you? I paid $25.95 to get a personalized dog bowl for the cage I want to keep you in. My feelings for you are illegal.

Jason: ...Not gonna lie, that's kinda hot.

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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."

[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

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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."

~

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[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

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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."

~

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ten of swords (Green!Adam, White!Jason, Slayer!Kimberly escape to Prime Universe)

For wip Wednesday

It was not something he had been looking forward to, but seeing as Adam was in the middle of trying to explain the need for haste and to gather the forces of the Grid in order to defend against and defeat Drakkon, there really was nobody else that could address the issues that Kim was in the middle of.

Twenty years worth of PTSD in one go. It was well and truly amazing that she'd held off as long as she had.

Her little double without the trauma had already helped her clean off the blood, the little Trini having supplied her and the other two clothes from a thrift shop after taking their measurements and Billy and the little Jason having fed them (well, the older Jason and Kim; Zack had to get the measurements from Adam when the newly Green sentry hissed at the young Yellow Ranger that if she so much as touched him it would take all of his willpower not to kill her), but if anything, the lack of dried red made Kim look even more drawn and pale. She looked no less haggard and now even looked smaller, practically drowning in the cable knit coral sweater she'd pulled on before finding an old storage closet to mourn in.

Tommy and the younger Jason excused themselves from the awkward moment, Tommy giving the elder man a small nod as they walked back to the end of the hall where the Stone Canyon Trio waited with respect.

Jason smiled at the smaller version of Adam as the young man left a full kettle of tea and two cups in the shadow the door cast as Aisha and Rocky pulled him gently away.

'The poor thing.'

Jason wasn't sure if that passing thought was for the boy, the man in the Command Center main hangar that was trying to wade through a billion different emotions at once, the Tommy Oliver that was so afraid for his Jason Scott, the Omega Red trying to wrap his head around a version of himself having been what basically amounted to a regent and a whore for twenty years, or Kimberly rocking back and forth in guilt and despair.

Jason settled for giving it to Kim as he set himself down in the soft jeans and white t-shirt that felt heavenly even compared to years in fabrics he never would have dreamed of wearing in his youth. He gently and carefully placed a hand on her back, like one might do with a feral cat, expecting her to pull away or scream at the touch.

But instead, much to his deep sadness, she seemed to sink even deeper into herself even as she leaned over into his shoulder, tears and snot and drool saturating the fabric as she coughed up what he could feel in his bones had been coming.

"I killed him, I killed him, I...I shot him after that monster stabbed him... How am I supposed to...to live with this?"

The feeling of blood on his feet as he skidded through it before ending up with it on his knees and hands offered up its own stain of course afterburn in Jason's mind, but he grit his teeth and wrapped his arm around his friend, rocking them a little in place as he searched for the words to say.

"I suppose the same way I live with not knowing he was a scape goat on my behalf. The same way I live with having enjoyed fucking that monster and taking the reins of his power in the vacuum of his absence on and off through the years. And... I don't think you killed him. Those knives and that sword looked like they did a lot more damage than your arrows. And since none of us stuck around to see the finale, we'll also never know if it was the blood loss or Drakkon himself that closed the curtains." He took a breath as tears slid down his own face, kissing the crown of her head and squeezing her tighter.

"And he forgave you, Kim. He set you free and made sure you could live, the same as me and Adam."

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ok

The WIPs with White!Coinless Jason and the one with Scoprina grilling Drakkon about the proper way to keep a pet...

I MUST know more.... scenes... lines... whatever you'll grant me :)

ten of swords/all our injuries rhyme:

This was not the way that the White Tiger coin was supposed to come into Jason's possession. This was not supposed to be how Kimberly returned back into her own self, with freewill and choice. This was not how the Green Dragon coin was supposed to be cleansed and given to someone as understanding and reasonable as Adam.

The three of them continued walking in absolute silence towards the Command Center of the Rangers that had not only crippled some of Drakkon's forces, but had also somehow kept him in their dimension under lock and key long enough for a plan to form and be enacted on their side of the Grid's side of the looking glass.

Six months of not quite peace where Jason actually got to take charge under the rules of the spell contract, add a level of decency and moving forward that never happened--all about to go up in a puff of smoke with Drakkon returning out of the blue. More manic and sure of himself than it felt like he'd been since even the beginning of his taking hold of their world; coming in to the throne room and shoving his tongue down Jason's throat after picking the former Red Ranger off of the throne and saying, "There's so much to do! I have so much to tell you and have so many plans!"

But.

The now White Ranger squeezed his right fist as tight as it would go.

Jason hadn't known half a year ago that as much as Drakkon probably would have liked to have bent him over the throne in his exaltation and railed him in his personal celebration of the moment, in front of his entire uncomfortable army, some mental hang-ups had not changed.

Instead he did the thing he always did when he was in a mood that Jason could only guess at.

He had Adam take him back to his tower room to help him, "get ready" for an "evening to remember" as he turned his back on the man that had been trying to make things better in his absence and directed his attention to Finster-5, two of the more insidious Red Sentries that Jason had been slowly trying to get rid of in Drakkon's absence, and told Skull that he would be assisting the man himself in his own chambers before going to see Jason later.

Jason squeezed and released his hand again, letting it go slack and bringing it up to look at it in the half light of dusk they'd walked into.

The blood was going tacky along his palm and fingertips.

--

must go back a turn:

"Now, to fully get into how much you crossed a line with so many spoken and written laws, let us come to a certain universal truth: a pet and a trophy are not the same thing. One is something alive that requires training, personal attention, proper nourishment and affection. It is up to the owner of said pet to decide on things like diet and what their purpose is in the grand scheme of the empire, but it is still acknowledged. 'Cared for' is dependent on the owner in this scenario, punishments to be determined, but always with regards to the fact that an owner has responsibilities towards the pet. In this case--" She pointed a long finger towards Jason, looking a little nauseous in a seat besides Skull, but not as ill as he would have if the man hadn't brought along biscuits and tea to tend to frayed nerves.

"Not keeping him in a walking prison, limiting to his movements to what amounted to a charging station, allowing him more exercise than just goading him into fights that he could barely understand because the forced isolation had basically scrambled his brain so he didn't even know his own name a lot of the time, and feeding him something that wasn't in pill form forced down with barely passable tap water." She compounded her disgust at knowing this and the awareness that this was Jason Scott's life for the better part of twenty years by smacking Drakkon right across the face and bringing about some more slides with the shuttering little machine Trini had helped her set up on its three legs; clicking the remote so the next thing crossing the blackboard was a full body photo of Goldar, a host of multicolored sentries, Baboo, Squatt, and the Zords before they'd been destroyed. "From a technical standpoint, Squatt was given to Rita Repulsa as an infant to be used in any manner she desired and she kept him around to do his bidding, which made him qualify as a pet. Goldar killed his brother in service to the empire and swore fealty and service to its cause, and therefore he made himself a pet. Baboo was the last of his palace left standing, could perform tricks and cleverness and made himself useful, surrendering to Rita and therefore, you guessed it, a pet. As the Zords aligned themselves with Zordon and the coins given to his chosen Rangers, therefore making themselves submissive, they were made as pets. Your sentries, who did whatever you said out of fear and loyalty and hopes for more? Pets." She was practically on the verge of hissing that last weird, all fury and bite in her stance, but...then sort of snapped out of it when she heard Skull contemplating better ownership guideline comparisons between Rita and Drakkon gently with Jason; adding a couple sugars to the other's tea and then looking up to find Scorpina pointing a finger at him this time. "...What?" Scorpina grabbed the back of the straightjacket she'd bound Drakkon in and turned him around so he could look properly for a moment.

"Except that one. That one basically tricked you into taking it in to give it opportunities to steal and mess with your stuff." She turned Drakkon back and dropped him back down, leaving the two observers feeling a little bit like they'd witnessed something of a Looney Tunes moment as she clicked on to explaining Trophies.

Jason supposed that meant that there wasn't a concept Scorpina could have used to put Skull into a little box to add to the lesson and it had thrown off her rhythm. Trini had mentioned that Scorpina hated to look silly, but she also gave credit where it was due.

Which already put her head and shoulders above Drakkon, but it was still interesting to see how low a bar that was exactly.

[augment-techs]

Lyric WIP prompt + Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace + Lord Drakkon/Coinless Jason Scott

So what if you can see the darkest side of me?

No one will ever change this animal I have become

Help me believe it's not the real me

Somebody help me tame this animal I have become

Help me believe it's not the real me

Somebody help me tame this animal

(This animal I have become)

Title: cold morning roads Rating: Unrated Warnings: Graphic Violence; Rape/Non-Con; Major Character Death Relationships: World of the Coinless Jason Scott & Lord Drakkon; Lord Drakkon/Jason Scott; World of the Coinless Jason Scott/Tommy Oliver; heavily implied World of the Coinless Billy Cranston/World of the Coinless Eugene Skullovitch. Characters: World of the Coinless Jason Scott; Lord Drakkon; Jason Scott; Tommy Oliver; World of the Coinless Kimberly Hart; Prime Universe Rangers; Grace Sterling; Matthew Cook. Additional Tags: Aftermath of Prolonged Solitary Confinement; Exposure; PTSD; Self-Hatred; May-December Problems with Two of the Same People; Fighting as an Act of Flirting. Summary:

Jason still wasn't sure exactly how he'd ended up on the low winding road. His memory of the last twenty-four hours was playing catch up with how he'd existed for the longest time in that walking prison suit. The violence in his blood had washed out of him, much like he would have liked to have washed off the blood streaking his hands and arms, but had left him so terribly afraid as he realized he was no longer in his own dimension. There was a river the road was following, clean and clear and a very pretty spectral blue that made the nothing in his stomach want to rear up and choke him when he looked over at it. And there was a field of growing golden wheat on the other side when he glanced somewhere other than at his own hands and feet. Then he looked up to the line of mountains and realized he wasn't so very far away from what he knew. The Command Center of the Zordon of Eltar stood illusioned against non-Rangers, but Jason could see it. So he kept walking.

(bonus excerpt below, because I have no control over myself)

The photos of the team splayed out here and there on walls of the Command Center, stuck up with little sticky globs or stickers in fun little shapes made Jason sick and sad and filled with a noise in his ears that he couldn't seem to wash out no matter how long he spent inside the training area punching through false enemies in the pocket dimension. He kept remaking the world he'd left behind to ignore the envy he felt for the world he stood on that how worked out so much better for itself. Tommy Oliver of the here had proven himself loyal, brave, and true; protective and considerate towards the team that had given him another chance. Lord Drakkon had run away and killed and destroyed any chance he had at retrieving his former humanity by doing his damnedest to forget what "Tommy" had ever thought he was going to be. Punching through the thirtieth fake sentry made of hard light and quietly humming energy, fist shattering the glass of the helmet in a way he would not think to recall (his own face shield had not hurt as much as he thought it would, but the scars across his face still reminded him of failure), Jason sighed heavily and loped back out of the pocket dimension and into the quiet of the lightly air controlled hallways. Kimberly had told him that there were cupcakes in the fridge, and despite how it always hurt him to eat real food, he thought he'd imbibe.

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@ajgrey9647

[augment-techs]

Bulk: I want romance.

Kim: I want intimacy.

Trini: I want the 2 am love making.

Zack: I want consistency, loyalty.

Scorpina: I want the random looks of admiration.

Drakkon: I want to know you're just for me.

Jason: I want date nights.

Adam: I want love so pure and true.

Skull: I want it because I can return it.

[kimberlyannharts]

I liked the ending for what it was, I guess. It was alright but too many loose ends.

Rita's closure (she freaking went through a transformation in that canister!), the zombified Skull and Zack, (fuck them, I guess?) etc. Coinless Trini vanishes... with Kyia who I wasn't invested in (no shade)....

And obviously I'm a Jason Scott fan (character not actor) so I hoped that his Coinless version had more, at least a smidge (I know he's not your fave, no worries lol. I work with people suffering from PTSD so maybe that's why I have a soft spot for him). He kept his prison armor and they made a point to show it. I hoped he'd get some start to healing. Nothing story stealing mind you, no swooping in to take over, but goddammit throw him something...

And i will probably get some shit for this... I sort of hoped Drakkon would somehow resurrect and get a happier ending (what can i say... I've got a soft spot for the asshole). And happy, if weird, endings. I'm a softie...

But like with Coinless Jason (before his 'resurrection'), I know the impact is greater if he's actually dead...

I don't like or dislike the Solar Rangers or Hyperforce Rangers. I just wasn't as invested in them I guess. Too many Rangers on the field that left other characters out to dry that I was was more connected with....And wanted to know their fate...

However at the end Billy DID look badass in my opinion

Honestly while I would have liked if there was some indication Drakkon survived or could come back I'm not bothered by how there wasn't. Him and Ranger Slayer are by far the most iconic and popular creations from this run, so I'm sure we'll see them again one day. (Like they can do some bullshit "oh he died in the Grid so his spirit still lives on in there" or whatever - or even just ignore any explanation whatsoever depending on how we're doing canon/continuity stuff). My annoyance over Coinless Jason coming back didn't really have to do with the emotional impact of his death (there was none) it was more to do with the plot holes it opened up. I still say it would have been good to even get just a panel of the state of the Coinless World after everything was fixed, but frankly, with all the other nonsense I had to endure here, I'm glad they didn't go with my fear that he would get Drakkon's powers.

as for Future Billy, tbh he looked way too generic (and too much like Rogue Red Jason) for me to think he looked cool lol like i know some people clowned on Rogue Red Jason having bandages over his gloves - Billy having COMBAT BOOTS over his ranger boots is that times 100

[theoversky]

Jason Lee Scott coinless world version almost as White Ranger appreciation post

"Mighty Morphin Power Rangers #12"

[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.