#World of the Coinless Skull

[ajgrey9647]

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy:

Quad Life Poly + Holding hands

Off the cuff drabbles (for the most part they are drabbles. I had to contain myself)

Tender Touches (A Series of Drabbles)

Drakkon/Red/Tommy Oliver/Jason Scott:

The first time it happened, it was perfunctory, a necessity to ensure that they all were teleported safely from Zedd’s lunar palace. The second time, or maybe it was an extension of the first, was instinctive, subconscious, and the source of much embarrassment when they’d finally shaken the fog of extreme mental and physical overload.

On the hotel room’s standard queen-sized bed, it was a rather tight fit, but somehow, without being aware of what they were doing, the four made it work.

In the middle, Jason and Red cuddled closely together, fingers entwined, and the former pet’s forehead, crusted with dried blood, pressed against his younger counterpart’s. The Omega’s thigh rested between the older man’s legs, the warmth of the embrace soothing his muzzy, confused mind as the sedative continued to circulate in his blood and make his muscles feel overwhelmingly heavy.

At their backs, the dominants protectively curled at the submissives’ backs, Drakkon and Tommy firmly gripping the other’s hand while their thighs were slung over their partners’ hips, the combative pairs’ ankles even crossing in a way that was almost dainty. Each had an ass cheek that hung precariously over the precipice and were covered with only a tiny corner of the floral duvet.

They huddled tightly like naked, pink, baby birds in the too-small bed and slept nearly 24 hours before waking to the shock of their lives.

Tommy/Red:

Jason and Tommy returned to the hotel room that day, weeks after their initial discovery and the ordeal in Zedd’s palace, the subject of sex an unspoken item on the weekend’s itinerary, and the White Ranger’s heart was at war with his cock. As the Omega drove to the lakeside town, he could only stare thoughtfully at the lovely rose he held clutched in his clammy hand, its velvety, scarlet petals outlined with in ebony.

Drakkon and Jason decided to forego subtlety, each too eager to play to waste time on any misgivings or second thoughts. The younger man tore the tyrant’s shirt off seconds before his back was slammed against the wallpapered hotel wall, the resultant thud easily heard downstairs by the front desk ‘clerk’.

Red and Tommy sat awkwardly on the edge of the mattress, their thighs not evening touching as the White Ranger thrust the rose at the older man, who blushed as he marveled at the flower’s beauty.

The two highly hormonal men writhed against each other, moaning loudly and muttering harsh obscenities while Tommy looked on owlishly.

“Looks like fun,” Red whispered playfully against his ear, making him jump. “How do you want me, White Ranger? On my knees? Or my back? Maybe upside down?”

Now it was the younger man’s turn to blush.

“Uh, actually…I thought maybe we could…you know…” he stammered. “Go out?”

Tommy saw confusion creased Red’s face and, though he felt stupid and perhaps ungrateful, he mumbled the conflicting feelings at war in his heart. He couldn’t escape the feeling that it was wrong to just use the former pet’s body for pleasure, like he wasn’t an equal…still an animal without thoughts and emotions and desires.

“You wish to woo me, Tommy?” Red grinned, pleasantly amused by the White Ranger’s adorable, flustered gesturing and stuttering.

“I want it to be the right way the first time… Not like what happened ‘over there’.”

At that moment, Drakkon and Jason tumbled onto the bed, nearly landing on the other two men as they twisted together like fornicating rattlesnakes. The tyrant couldn’t help but overhear his weaker counterpart utter the underhanded jab.

Slipping his tongue from the Omega’s mouth, he jerked his head back to give Jason a faux glare.

“And you? Do you require wining and dining before I rail you?”

“I require that you fuck me until I can’t walk straight!” the dark-haired man growled throatily.

Giving the other two a pointed look, Drakkon hissed like an agitated feline.

“If you aren’t going to wrestle, then get out of the arena!”

Red rolled his eyes dramatically before sliding his hand into Tommy’s and pulling him up from the bed. They remained hand-in-hand as they walked out the front entrance, raising the ‘clerk’s’ brow while he discretely signaled his handler.

Drakkon/Tommy:

In the beginning, Drakkon would have proclaimed it’d be a cold day in hell before he’d willingly behave in a such a manner with his combative Prime Counterpart. Sure, they’d high-five or bump fists while fucking their submissives, but there wasn’t exactly any physical display of affection between the two.

“Isn’t it enough that I no long wish to kill the little shit?” the tyrant lamented to the group. “I feel…protective…over him, but I really don’t know what else you want from me?”

Tommy wasn’t the least bit offended, feeling much the same way. It wasn’t necessary for he and Drakkon to be all lovey-dovey for this to work. Being able to be in the same room and not tear the other’s head from their shoulders was a vast improvement in itself. They might swear or insult one another or engage in petty antics designed to cause aggravation. But there was no exchange of blows or snatching of weapons.

Then the incident happened…

It was embarrassing. It was dumb as all fuck. And something that Drakkon would have teased him about until the end of time Tommy was certain.

Jason was out that afternoon and the White Ranger was feeling especially frisky. The tyrant had been needling him for the past couple days about not being on his ‘level’ in terms of erotic kink, despite them being the same fucking person.

With those insults in mind, Tommy had propositioned Red, begging the older man to introduce him to something ‘different’, something that he could hold over the motherfucker’s head. He wanted to know if maybe there was something that even Drakkon was too much of a pussy to try…

Red had warned him it wasn’t a good idea…almost pleaded with him to just let it go. But no, Tommy insisted.

While he’d bottomed on occasion for Jason, it wasn’t his usual position. With Drakkon being such a control-freak and having trust issues, taking something in the ass wasn’t his forte…

Begrudgingly, the former pet had pulled out the small, metallic balls, the soft clink as they struck one another almost ominous. Getting them in took a little work…

It was getting them out that they ran into a problem.

Drakkon heard the commotion as he sat on the couch, amusing himself with trashy reality TV shows and keeping an ear perked pervertedly towards the bedroom. He hadn’t missed the clack of the exotic balls and knew as well as Red did that the whole thing was going to come back to bite the White Ranger in the ass.

And so it eventuated that Tommy curled upon the mattress, his clenched bare cheeks in the air while Red perched behind him, also stark naked, his lubed finger probing delicately at the offended hole. Though he had initially laughed, braying like a fucking donkey, at the little shit’s predicament, Drakkon ended up holding Tommy’s hand throughout the ordeal.

“If you relax a little more, it’d really help,” Red grunted, trying to work his way in to hook the truant ball. “I’m sure I can get it if you just work with me.”

He pressed forward but to his surprise, it was Drakkon that shrieked in pain.

“GODDAMMIT! FUCKING HELL, THOMAS! RANGER STRENGTH!”

The bones in his hand cracked alarmingly in Tommy’s grasp as the White Ranger squeezed for all he was worth, shimmying his ass forward and away from Red.

“Shit, dude! Sorry! My bad!”

“Bullshit!”

Drakkon cradled his purplish fingers and glared at the punk.

“How about I give it a go?” he hissed.

Red/Jason:

It was a long time coming, a conversation that needed to be had. The two almost mirror images sat before one another, Red seemingly afraid to even look at Jason’s face. The Omega tenderly reached out, taking his doppelganger’s hand in his own.

“There’s nothing for you to be sorry for, Red. What you did was because you were sick… If anything, I should be apologizing to you,” he whispered firmly. “And thanking you for what you did for me…both of me…”

And Various Friends…

Red/Eugene:

It was early morning, the sun just starting to crest over the horizon as it cast vivid orange and pink rays across the glittering waves of the lake. The air was slightly chilly, the breeze coaxing a vulnerable pimpling of gooseflesh over Eugene’s bare upper arms, the delicate pale skin of his shoulders and back also exposed while he posed knee deep in the cold water. Ethereal, wispy tulle fanned out about his legs, floating like fairy wings. Deeply scarlet roses circled him, their velvety petals sparkling with water droplets.

Demurely, Eugene clutched the hem of the unbuttoned bodice to his chest while he faced away from the camera, the neckline and sleeves tracing a path over his crooked elbows and collarbone. Highlighted this way, he resembled an otherworldly sprite, a fae of the lake returning from the human realm.

“Perfect!” Red complimented. “Hold that pose for me, Eugene…”

He could hear the shutter and click of the camera as the gray-haired man knelt on one knee to capture just the right angle.

“Got it,” the amateur photographer commented, sliding a finger over the screen to play back the images. “These are going to look amazing…”

Red moved closer, wadding out into the water himself for a close up. Eugene had a sensual slope to his shoulders, the blades bony and pronounced under his white skin. He was fortunate that most of his scars were more easily hidden than the former pet’s.

“Shit, this water’s freezing. Are you ok to do a few more or do you want to use what we have?”

Glancing back at his old friend, the lanky man grinned.

“In for a penny, out for a pound, buddy. I’ve got a few more in me at least.”

Red grinned, tapping his chin as he considered other poses that might show off the angular lines, fair flesh, and the beauty of the vintage gown floating in the waves.

“Hmmm… If you think you can tolerate it, walk out a bit further so we can get more of the dress to lift around you.”

As Eugene walked out until the waves lapped at his waist, Red followed, carefully pushing his roses in the other’s wake. These pre-wedding photos were going to be the best they’d done, and he couldn’t wait to see Billy and Matthew’s faces when they received them.

The lush gown fanned out as he’d hoped and Red snapped several more shots as the sun rose higher in the sky.

“You know, Eugene, with the way the light’s reflecting off the water, it looks like the lake’s on fire. I’m thinking black and white but with vibrant color accents…like maybe if you turn around and I get the lower part of your face. That red lipstick should be illegal to wear.”

Skull turned to look over his shoulder at Red, his cheeks pink with the warm blush and his eyes fringed in long midnight lashes.

“I like the way you think, partner!” he teased with a wink.

All in all, it was one of the most inspiring scenes Red had shot. The fact it was for Matthew, Eugene, and Billy’s wedding made it all the better.

When it was time to make the cumbersome trek back to the silty shore, the long trailing material of the dress made the fight against the water even harder now that it was fully saturated. For a frightening moment, Eugene had stumbled, losing his balance on his shivering legs, the muscles overworked and growing numb. Inadvertently, he grabbed hold of Red’s shoulders, falling into his chest and nearly taking them both under.

“Easy does it! I’ve got you, Eugene!”

The former pet gently righted him with an amused twinkle in his eye.

“Allow me to offer my assistance to the blushing bride,” he teased, holding out an elbow.

For a moment, Skull hesitated, the reaction a knee-jerk response to the one-time over-arching rule of Lord Drakkon.

DO NOT TOUCH RED…

Then the moment passed, and he looped his arm through his dear friend’s, their fingers entwining like out of an old-fashioned novel.

“Can’t say I ever thought I’d be escorting a bride on my arm,” Red snickered as they sloshed onward.

Drakkon/Eugene

“What the absolute fuck are you asking me?” Drakkon choked out, sure he’d misheard the whole conversation as they sat eating lunch at the picnic table on the deck of the cabin. “Are you running a fever perhaps? Or smacked your head off something?”

Eugene sighed.

“Look, I never ever in the history of ever thought I’d be asking this of you, of all people. But you’re the only one left to do it. Red will be taking pictures, Jason is doing the music, and Tommy is the one officiating or whatever you want to call it… Do you want to actually do something nice for me for a change?”

Rolling his eyes, the tyrant huffed.

“Of course, you’d bring all that up again…”

“Yes, of course…” Skull smiled sweetly. “So you in or out?”

Over the course of their reunion, the Coinless orphans had settled into an easy type of friendship. It hadn’t been without tension or awkwardness or scathing comments and accusations, but it had reached a semblance of camaraderie in their shared history. The two groups eventually fell into a routine, celebrating some holidays together as Drakkon, Red, and Eugene couldn’t exactly be seen by their partners’ families without a lot of raised eyebrows, questions, and possible smelling salts being involved. No one wanted to tackled all the discussion of alternate time lines, universes, Power Rangers, etc, not they were really allowed to do so anyway.

Of course, they made their own traditions over time, creating their own little niche in the world.

As Drakkon escorted the vailed Eugene down the crimson runner to where Matt and Billy stood, he felt the bride give him a glance through the lacy material.

Eugene was surprised to see the genuine emotion in the tyrant’s eyes…something that wasn’t rage, wrath, disgust, or contempt. He looked like how ‘Tommy Oliver’ might have if he’d made better choices…

Giving Drakkon’s hand a squeeze, the former Sentry Captain gave a sassy grin.

“Ever think you’d get to play ‘father of the bride’?”

Settling an expression of haughty unbotheredness, the asshole clucked his tongue.

“I doubt I’d have spawned a more lovely daughter than you, Eugene…”

Red/Matthew:

Matthew was the one who’d found him… Drakkon and Tommy had departed on their ritualized weekend grocery store runs and Jason had left to spend some quality time with his parents who’d been dropping hints that they missed him, didn’t see him all that much anymore. Billy and Eugene were still entwined amongst the silk sheets of their bed, indulging in the afterglow of some morning delight.

While they’d still kept their farmhouse-style dwelling on the outskirts of Angel Grove, the group couldn’t pass up the extravagant ‘gift’ Drakkon had bestowed upon them. Holding out the keys to the cabin that was situated next to their own, he’d enumerated the benefits of living close to one another before blithely offering up the lame excuse that was slightly closer to the truth.

“I don’t need some nosey ass motherfuckers moving in over there and gawking at us… At least you know why we all resemble each other…”

Matthew went for a jog that morning to work out the stiffness that came with spending a lot of time in bed, but not because he was sleeping… As a young newlywed, sore muscles and fatigue went with the territory. Plus going for a run gave him a good excuse to come back shirtless, sweaty, and glowing with endorphins…

The first time, he’d went down the road, Matt had seen Red in the backyard, getting ready to start his static workout and poses on the two metal beams that were erected for his preferred workout. However, as he came back a second time, he’d noticed the gray-haired man wasn’t there…or so he thought…

Slowing his strides, the Green Ranger had a bad feeling gnawing at his gut. He cut through the yard, rounding the corner of the cabin to find Red sprawled on the ground, unconscious. The overhead beams still glistened with morning dew, making them deceptively slick.

“Oh shit! Red! Hey, buddy, you alright?” Matt yelled, racing to the older man’s side.

The former pet didn’t respond to the shouts.

The jock quickly pulled his phone from the pocket of his gym shorts, his other hand finding its way into Red’s as he started to call for help, not caring at the possible problems that could arise. From the cabin on the opposite side of road, the warm motherly neighbor lady came running… Jane.

“Matt? What’s going on? What happened to Jamie?” she panted, referring to Red by his public persona.

“I dunno… He fell, I think…”

A grumbled grunt and the man in question began to stir.

“Jamie? Oh, thank goodness!” Jane started even as he started to shake his head to clear it.

“Jamie,” he whispered, rolling over to look at the brightening blue spring sky. “Yes, that’s right. I’m Jamie…”

Red/Jane:

He loved having a painting partner. Sure, Drakkon would gamely pick up a brush, but his forte was pencil or charcoal. The tyrant preferred to create still images not ‘make believe shit’ like Red.

“No offense, darling.”

When the kindly plump camp store clerk moved in across the street, not long after they themselves had settled in, he’d been curious about her. Jane had a calming aura about her that Red found soothing. Unlike with most other people, his brain didn’t lock up quite so bad around her, and when it did, she patiently waited it out.

Being brave, he’d decided to pursue a new friendship.

Red and Jane often met on her front porch, the posts decorated with full trellises of flowers that the gray-haired man appreciated. Propping up their easels, Jane and ‘Jamie” painted side by side, sometimes quietly, sometimes engaged in thoughtful conversation. Her questions weren’t probing or uncomfortable, but they did make Red think.

For a mere camp store clerk, she seemed rather well versed in mental health, almost on a par with Drakkon. But then he dismissed those considerations; there was no way Jane knew the truth about him…

She became a defacto mother figure to the motherless, psychically splintered man. Something about her comforted the part of his mind that might have been the Coinless Jason Scott.

So, when Jane held Jamie’s hand that evening before he departed for home, he’d looked at her with something like love in his eyes… her hand warm in his own as she squeezed it with genuine compassion.

[bayysart]

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

[ajgrey9647]

World of the Coinless characters. Very fitting!

@augment-techs

“I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here.”

— Laurie Halse Anderson

[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.

[skyland2703]

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

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

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

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

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

And Skull didn't have the heart for it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Adam understood everything, with that one.

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

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

That was another memory he'd like to cherish.

[skylandart]

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

[ajgrey9647]

Some Bulk abs Skull awesomeness for @augment-techs

[bayysart]

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

[augment-techs]

Drakkon: So, spy boy, tell me your secrets.

Skull (tied up to a chair and looking vaguely bored): ...In Freshman year when I signed up to do a scene for a theater project and realized I had to do it shirtless right next to Jason; I realized my body wasn't even close to Jason's.

Drakkon (intrigued): ....And?

Skull: So I just ate every bit of chocolate in the mini bar.

Drakkon: ...And that helped you...how?

Skull (lifting his shoulders): I got to eat chocolate and witness Jason look so jealous about it.

Jason (from his own cell all the way down the prison block): I KNEW IT!!

[ajgrey9647]

Really just reference but will consider requests

hot/spicy prompts!!

25 hot traits for ur character.

25 things that gets me flushed while I'm reading!!!

gestures that would make fold!!

gestures that gets me on my knees

physical gestures that gets me flushed!

( refer to the "kisses prompts" in the master list for more spicy prompts hehe)

[ajgrey9647]

OC EMOJI asks: Blue and Orange with a Dash of Green/Quad Life (?); Sentry Skull:

RED HEART - their love language(s)? SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make? TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem? PACKAGE - what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them? BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children? DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

I'm on a roll with these guys this afternoon!

Red Heart – Their love language?

Already answered previously lol

Shooting Star – If they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

He will tell you that he wouldn’t change a thing because everything he’s been through has brought him to this place in life… But in his heart of hearts, Eugene wishes his Billy didn’t die, that Jason had beat Tommy’s ass so bad he physically could never morph again let alone conquer their whole universe, that they’d had the opportunity to live out their lives in their own universe just as the Prime one had done…

He’d confessed his love to the Billy of his world and they might have had something together, but would Matthew be in their circle?? Most likely not…

Train – What is their answer to the trolley problem?

This problem hits a little close to home for Skull, considering his entire universe descended into the bowels of hell because of one loony, egotistical motherfucker… If the person being killed were Drakkon and it save the Coinless realm… Fucking perfect.

Although the tyrant was different in the Prime universe… less murderous, calmer though still grouchy, and actually admitting that he was in the fucking WRONG with what he’d done…

Ehh… if it spared their world… he’d live with it.

If the people involved were a bunch of faceless unknown individuals… Skull would have to pick saving more by the sacrifice of one… even if that ‘one’ was Billy or Matt. And his partners would have his ass if he did anything other…

Package – what are some ‘most likely to’ that can apply to them?

Most likely to make a wise ass comment or observation in the face of certain death. Most likely to go down in a blaze of glory while adorned in a corset, silk skirts, and Victorian heels like a fairy tale heroine. Most likely to devour a pack of gum in one day… Most lucky when coming head to head with lethal predators (Drakkon more than once, both as Tommy and his new chosen title, and his darling pet, Red). Most absurd self defense that actually worked in his favor (shoving Tommy off the second story of the mall into the fountain, blinding him with a shower of orange kinetic sand when he showed up at his house with payback in mind).

Baby Bottle – what are their thoughts on children?

Skull loves kids. Drakkon wouldn’t allow them about in the palace or surrounding grounds, being one large ass child himself. However, Eugene believes they are the future and can shape the path of destiny. If his universe’s Tommy Oliver hadn’t went through the deplorable things he did, then maybe none of this shit would have eventuated…

However, having a similar upbringing had not led Skull to go down a violent, homicidal path…

He’s open to adding children to his family if his partners are in agreement; he’d gladly take on a motherly role. It seemed like he always did have a maternal instinct, especially the time he’d spent two hours detangling Red’s hair after he’d had one of his psychotic breaks which was actually a brief period of horrible (for Red) lucidity.

Donut – favorite sweet treat?

Skull loves all the fun food he used to enjoy. Cotton candy, elephant ears, candy apples, Reece cups, anything with whipped cream… Especially his partners’ bodies.

[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.

[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

[ajgrey9647]

Last one I promise lol. NSFW. I'll pick me up some Fireball if anyone requests one of these. Gotta grease the wheels.

"𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩…" 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨

explicit warning: don't read on if you're uncomfortable with anything nsfw/smut related

have fun with these ;) | tag me if you use any | if yall want more prompts like this, jus drop an ask nd ill respond as soon as possible :)

"I want to hear you beg."

"Arch your back for me."

"You look better with my hands around your neck."

"Swallow it. All of it."

"God, you feel so fucking good."

"Suck on it."

"You're so fucking hot."

"Open your legs for me, baby. I wanna see you."

"Don't hold back."

“Ah, fuck.”

"That noise...keep making it."

"Wrap your legs around my waist."

"Let's make this quick."

"Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me."

"You're mine."

"Such a good little pup, aren't you?"

“Faster—ah shit—harder…”

"I wanna go again."

“I want you. I need you.”

“Huh…uh…keep going.”

“Wait—uh—do…do that again.”

"Mark me. Mark me so everyone knows who I belong to."

"Don't be gentle with me—I like it when you're rough."

"One more time! Please!"

"Fuck—uh! I love it when you touch me like that."

[augment-techs]

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

Eugene/Mighty Morphin Orange with the lyrics

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

@lordkingsmith

[morninkim]

Rise of the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers (Non-Canon) - Madame Drakkon & The Ranger Slayer

In another timeline, the Rise of the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers was much, much less of a rise.

(Rise' World of the Coinless deets under the cut, i'm having fun)

In another timeline, Rita's attack on Grace Oliver left her severely injured and near death. This threw Tommy into a fit, which forced the shadow out of her body in an incredibly traumatic and painful manner. Desperate, she pleaded with Zordon to help her mother, but the White Light confirmed her fears. Grace was gone.

Unstable and still reeling from Rita being ripped from her body, Tommy would seek out where the shadow was hiding, tracking her down to an abandoned warehouse on the docks. She would witness the partial resurrection of Lord Zedd and barge in, demanding the Dark Spectre bring her mother back. The Spectre agreed, on the condition that the Green Ranger help him recover the other five Power Coins and reunite the Zeo Crystal.

Over the next few months, Tommy would slowly lose more and more of herself as she pursued more power and learned dark magic from a weakened Rita inhabiting the body of Dr. Finster. A final assault against the Rangers would see Jason attempt to combine the spectrum of the team's powers to become a White Ranger, only to be struck down by Tommy. She would claim the coins for herself, corrupting and forcing the coins into her own White Ranger form.

Zedd and Tommy, with their combined powers and now endless source of energy, would then conquer the Earth unopposed. But as more time went on without Zedd's promise fulfilled, the more Tommy began plotting to overthrow the Dark Spectre. She's be encouraged by Rita, now unable to leave Dr. Finster's deteriorating body and kept alive with salvaged parts from the destroyed Command Center.

As the last of Earth's defenders fell, Tommy struck down Zedd with the Black Dragon Saber, laying claim to his seventh Zeo Crystal shard and the planet and taking the name Madame Drakkon.

Years later, tired of her friends being captured or dying and at her wit's end, Kimberly Hart would decide today is the day Drakkon dies. But she would be captured, her mind taken over with a spell Drakkon had been perfecting for some time, and become her right hand with her old Power Coin as the Slayer Ranger.

Kimberly would later break the spell with the help of the Coinless Resistance, who'd been built by the combined efforts of Trini, Richie, Bulk and Skull. She'd then lead the Resistance against Madame Drakkon's regime, taking on the name Ranger Slayer as a symbol of her goal to slay the last Ranger on Earth.