#World of the Coinless Jason Scott

[ajgrey9647]

Character inspiration for my OC(s): Red (top left), Red in Prime Universe (bottom left except with his beard), and Jamie (bottom right) because Jonathan Bailey is so very pretty (just like Boom comics Jason).

Tagging anyone else who wants to play along.

Let’s play a game

Everyone post the most recent picture in your camera roll. You only get one sentence to justify yourself if you wish. This one is mine.

My boyfriend is rly good at Latin, so I was looking up how to say ‘I love you’ but found this instead :)

Your turn!

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[augment-techs]

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.

[ajgrey9647]

Whoa!

— David Cronenberg, Consumed

[ajgrey9647]

Junk journaling Lord Drakkon and World of the Coinless Jason Scott

[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."

[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.

[ajgrey9647]

To be honest, I picture Red in the Prime Universe to sort of resemble Tim, glasses, sort of nerdy, just with a beard, his cheek scar, and blind left eye. He's less wild and dangerous looking in this world than he was in the Coinless one. And Tommy can't get enough.

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[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?? ;)

[estel-eruantien]

Oh boy! For Alphabet Smut D and/or F. Characters Lord Drakkon and/or Coinless Jason. Gotta ask about my boys lol. Or Tommy Jason if that works better. 😀

Ooooo yes yes, of course we gotta get your boys in! <3

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D: Dirty Secret

Most of the sentries knew about Drakkon's pet, Red, but they didn't know who he once was. They didn't know what came before Drakkon and Red, what they two once were. Before they were Master and Pet, they were a different kind of partners.

Despite being rivals on the battlefield, red vs green, and even in the school hallways, constantly heckling one another, there was an underlying pull to be together. To be more.

Just as the sentries didn't know the truth, neither did Jason's teammates know that their leader was stealing rough kisses and frantic sex from the enemy in between heated sparring matches.

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F: Favorite Position

Drakkon loves to see Red on his knees and on display for him. He loves to be above Red, overpowering him constantly. He has always been this way.

Tommy used to tease Jason for being weak when they sparred, pinning him down beneath him and gloating. If they were twisted just right, Tommy would rubs his hips into Jason's ass, riling up the other man.

Drakkon loved taking Red from behind. It reminded him of pushing Jason to his knees and forcing him to all fours, like the animal he was going to become.

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Thank you @ajgrey9647 I hope I did your boys justice <3

[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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[ajgrey9647]

That's what I'm talking about!!!

you know what? Fuck you. *turns your strong and stoic and serious character into a crying, traumatized, whimpering, curled up mess in the floor*

[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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[ajgrey9647]

In light of recent problematic behavior and the nature of my fanfic characters, I want to make it clear just in case there's any confusion.

I'm a fan of the character 'Jason Scott', not an ASJ stan.... or whatever the young people call it. Lol

Character ≠ Actor

MY Jason/Red/Jamie would NEVER. Hell not even my Drakkon would go there, to his credit. Even cannon Jason would be aghast imo.

ASJ is NOT the face I envision when writing anyways. So I'll still enjoy my pretty dollies and hope you all will continue to read my work.

I just wanted to clarify because some people can't separate a character from the actor... and that's not the case here! I find the behavior gross and I'm honestly stunned how anyone could think that shits a good idea...

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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."

[ajgrey9647]

Apparently my Tumblr thinks I need to watch this. Several gifs... some very spicy... keep popping up. Very David/Jamie or even Drakkon/Coinless Jason | Red 😛

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