#world of the coinless au

[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...

[augment-techs]

Poll for a fic time! I'm in a bit of a pickle about updating a chapter fic with the good stuff, so I'm gonna let people tell me what to do for a second

[augment-techs]

You are most certainly very close to correct~

Bedroom

Let's just say Whumpee isn't kept in a dingy, dark, poorly-kept basement (or cell, or cage...).

Instead, Whumpee is kept in a beautiful bedroom. Maybe with the softest mattress, the fluffiest pillows, blankets made from quality furs and silks. The room is cleaned every day by Whumper's servants who bring Whumpee dinner and snacks are brought hot from the kitchens. But, freedom is limited, and true safety is nonexistent.

Guards are stood on a 24-hr schedule just outside the heavy spruce doors. Should Whumpee choose to stroll through the property, guards must accompany them. Servants were not discouraged from physically or otherwise abusing Whumpee, and were directed to report Whumpee's every move, every mistake, to Whumper. Whumpee wore a beautifully adorned collar, gold with radiant gems and small spikes on the inside it that bore a constant reminder of their situation. Whumper found it in his pleasure to pull on the collar and drag Whumpee back to that cursed bedroom should Whumpee make one wrong move in public. The next time Whumpee is allowed out, they are covered in bruises and freshly carved scabs.

The bedroom where the fire pokes are heated. Where iron shackles attached to the bedposts. Where clothes could be stripped. Where they could be drugged and left abandoned for days at a time. Where Whumpee could be forcibly held under their bathwater for two seconds too long. Where Whumpee had no choice but to relive the horrors of their day through nightmares. Where Whumper could sneak into their bed at night and take advantage of a sleeping Whumpee.

Where even the bed, with its velvet purple canopy and white furs, isn't safe.

[ajgrey9647]

If Red's thighs look like Jonathan Bailey's... Tommy's frigging cooked....

But true story this man is so damned gorgeous!

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[augment-techs]

{Re sending} Playlist 100: Evil!Billy x Sentry!Skull

Oh, the amount of dark shit and healing these two would have to go through. I had to temper down the amount of orchestral, non-verbal music I have for them, holy shit.

[ajgrey9647]

Uh oh, Jason! You're about to be a chew toy caught between dogs! ( I hope to add the White Ranger soon, but he's a little pricey)

@augment-techs @skyland2703 @estel-eruantien @jakkon-and-rose-topic

[augment-techs]

You did such a great job with my boys! Hope you don't mind if I put in for another. I feel like you just 'get them' lol.

B and K for Drakkon/Coinless Jason or Tommy/Jason. :)

Oh my heart, this is such a lovely compliment!! You made my day <3

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B: Body Part + K: Kink

For as long as Drakkon can remember, he has always loved Jason's arms. He would watch them closely when he'd see Jason working out at Ernie's or even when they would spar. The sight of the big muscles, lean but strong, always took his breath away. And it looked even better tied up in knots.

Drakkon loves to restrain Jason, from when they first came together to even under his submission, when Jason only responded to the name "Red." Seeing the once mighty, former red leader of the Power Rangers completely helpless and at his mercy, strung up in wires or tied tight at his feet, would light Drakkon up better than anything else.

Red, or Jason, as he was once called, had an adoration of sorts for Lord Drakkon's hands. The very hands that would strike him, bring pain and fear, had brought so much pleasure and comfort as well. These hands were his only source of contact. And it helped that they were so very pretty, especially when wrapped around his cock, providing him with relief he very infrequently received.

He became so obsessed with these hands touching him that he didn't even care where, even wrapped around his throat, putting him in his place. He needed Drakkon's touch, both the pleasure and the pain. It was all he knew. It was all he needed.

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Thank you @ajgrey9647!! Here's round two! ;)

[ajgrey9647]

"One day, you'll be okay. For now? It's okay to hurt." + Coinless Bulk

Misery Loves Company

Even when things in their universe hadn’t swerved chaotically into the sulfuric pits of hell, Farkas Bulkmeier didn’t consider himself to be gifted with words. Unless, of course, they were of the insult and/or provocation variety. It wasn’t his nature to be a comforter… Not yet in any case.

Bulk hadn’t had the real-world experience or suffering with which to grow that part of himself. It was unfortunate that it had taken Ascension Day, the devastating defeat of the Rangers, and the leveling of their city to begin to cull the young bully’s innermost strengths.

He was still rather clumsy in his attempts, but to his credit, he did try.

Eugene hunkered behind a toppled wall of busted cinderblock tile, the moon reflecting on the parts of his signature leather jacket that weren’t smudged with grime or torn clean through to the orange cotton beneath. He was deathly still and, for a moment, Bulk feared his friend had done something foolish.

That decision was for later.

When Skull stirred slightly, shifting his weight imperceptibly and crunching the grit under his heavy boots, Farkas let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He gently skirted the lanky boy’s side and settled his girth upon the remains of Angel Grove High.

“Hey, buddy…” he started, uncertain where one would customarily begin such a conversation. “I’ve been looking for you. Thought you might’ve done something stupid.”

He winced after the comment left his lips.

However, Skull didn’t appear to be distressed by the selection of adjectives. He was staring at his hands which were still covered with rust-colored flakes of dried blood, the liquid coating his flesh until it ran like small rivers in the creases of his knuckles and palms.

“I had no idea you and Billy were…you know…together. Why didn’t you tell me?”

The muscles in Eugene’s jaw were tense as he grit his teeth in both anger and anguish.

“Because it was special…and it was just mine… Because I knew an explosive secret and my damned big mouth always gets me in trouble…”

He shrugged.

“That’s just to name a few.”

“I wouldn’t have thrown it in your face…you liking Billy, I mean,” Farkas whispered. “And I’d beat anyone’s ass who opened their pie hole about it.”

Absently, the larger teen picked at the frayed knee of his denim pants, the material covered in streaks of blackened soot and mud. And possible streaks of blood of their own. It was hard to say. He’d tried to clean them as best he could while on the lam, but the garment was hopelessly stained and chronically put through the wringer as Bulk navigated this new role of leader and protector.

“You did the right thing. I’m not mad that you didn’t run to me and give away the Rangers’ identities. It would have been a bad idea for us both,” he admitted after a few moments of silence.

Skull chuckled bitterly.

“For all the good it did, Bulky. No one listened to me about Oliver. Besides Matthew and look where he ended up…dead as a doornail just like Billy. And I didn’t have any other strokes of dumb luck that helped me save either one of them.”

Tiny particles of Billy’s blood fluttered from his flesh as he moved his fingers, floating about in the light breeze. The weather was beginning to get colder, which would have been odd for this time of year and the locale of California.

“They’re like little snowflakes…” Eugene muttered bizarrely, watching his lover’s essence drift into oblivion. “Delicate and beautiful…”

Hesitantly, Bulk put a large hand on the other teen’s shoulder, giving a soft squeeze.

“I considered throwing my worthless self off Angel Pointe, but I worried about that one doctrine that I’d end up in hell… Stupid, I know, since I’m not religious or went to church in my family.”

His hands stilled their aimless fidgeting.

“And I realized that if I did that, I wouldn’t be able to make things right…make them better… Honor Billy…honor Matthew…honor Jason…”

“That’s the right,” Bulk agreed, his voice firm. “One day, you’ll be ok. For now? It’s ok to hurt.”

This time Eugene giggled in a way that caused Farkas’s hair to stand on end. It was deadly…dangerous…full of malice.

“Oh, I’ll never be ok, Bulky, but you’re right about one thing. It’s ok for me to hurt right now. Because when I’m done letting my pain lead me around by the nose… when it finally hardens me into unfeeling stone…” he hissed. “I’m going to personally see to it that Lord Fuckwad is getting his turn to hurt…”

[augment-techs]

I think I will take advantage of the ask box now :) I'm curious as to your thought/head cannon for Lord Drakkon. I like to get other perspectives on his behavior and motivations.

Why do you think Drakkon was the only one to return to Rita? And when/how did he decide to do away with her and run the show himself?

Based on your story 'All Our Injuries Rhyme', what are Drakkon's goals and motivations? When he had Jason in the dungeon before the Lone Tower Apartments, you wrote he used to sneak in Jason's cell at night like a disease and grab the hair at the back of his head. Was that just to visit him to torture or interrogate? Was he displaying any sexual attraction/lust at that time?

Having the contract with Jason, does that lead to him not raging at Jason and physically harming him when he has 'difficulties'? What exactly does he want from Jason? Just orgasms and relinquishing control? Does he want Jason to be afraid, fearful, angry, or does he expect him to remain in control, confident, or develop/show affection like a relationship?

In regards to his difficulties, like you mentioned with his tastes and food and potentially rotting on the inside, is that what is causing him to lose it? Or is he having any emotional reaction to what he is doing?

Has he always felt this way towards Jason in regards to getting him in bed? Or was keeping him alive purely for tactics and strategies like he claimed? Just a trophy? Or did he expect more from their interactions before he made Jason a house pet?

Does he always want Jason to be in control and 'do to him' all activities? Does he want to do anything specifically to Jason?

Loved the AO3 update by the way! I will get on and give it a proper review but definitely made my day!

Depending entirely on the continuity, Drakkon himself returned to Rita because, while he was on the streets and hiding from his problems and the aftermath of what he did while under mind control, he realized that he was not comfortable in his own skin and also was unfortunate enough to see some of the worst aspects of humanity. Rita offered up at least something like safety when she found him, and when she told him about her old ally General Drakkon, the Tommy Oliver that was found something to cling to that would put him in her good graces and also slowly separate him from the humanity that he was beginning to detest (fear). He did away with her eventually because--by that point--he was fully aware that he had learned everything from her that he could use for his own and did not like the idea of being in the service of someone who had a habit of doing away with anyone that disagreed with her and also was willing to submit instantly to her father. Basically his Mommy Issues clashed with her Daddy Issues. That old chestnut about hidden kindness and sociopaths that is incredibly dated, but rings a lot of bells whenever I reread the comics. Also his impulse control and addiction compulsion were starting to show enough that Rita was questioning him a little bit. Motivations for that are tricky to explain since I'm still getting to the meat of things and don't want to give everything away, but the long and short of it is that Drakkon just...does not know what he wants, except something that can make him happy. He is an individual shaped by many hands, by trauma, by abandonment, by confusion, by magic, and by Grid energy. He was inducted into matters beyond his ken when he was 15-16 and therefore still forming a personality beyond "survival" and "getting used to every new place he had to move for his mom's job" and that's left him with parts missing. He knows what 'want' is, at the very least, and feels that verily when in contact with either Jason or Kimberly. That has special significance that I'll get into down the line, but the very simple answer to the dungeon thing is... He was being creepy. He can't perform under pressure, but he can be gross and he can use his mouth. Also he likes using words to set Jason off so he can hear the man's voice. If he happened to use his hands here and there, well, it's not like Jason could do much but flinch back. He will not physically injure Jason. With his own hands, he will not bruise, batter, bend, or break the Red Ranger. He will, however, get loud and verbally malicious if things go south from what he may or may not have intended from one day to the next. This is a big part of why he has his Slayer and his Sentries on hand if it is required for someone to clean up a mess that he made or...other things. What he expects from Jason is something along the lines of what Green wants from Red, which is to be their opposite and show them how to be outside of themselves; but that gets swerved and squiggled a bit because of White being attached to the signals. He will not admit it, but they are something of equals, and he is instinctively drawn to that--as opposed to, say, Kim, who his instincts say is BETTER than him, or Skull who sets Green on edge. Adam is Black but also Something Else that makes White send little nudges his way, and Drakkon recognizes these traits and keeps them in orbit to keep an eye on them, and also keep Jason...content. Because he doesn't want him to hate him, not really, and he knows he can't be happy, but he can be content.

Oh, he is absolutely an emotional wreck, and a big part of that is because of his physical deterioration doing things to him that he can't control and doesn't realize is made worse by a genetic predisposition he doesn't know about. Think of it like when a person gets turned into a vampire and a lot of the tropes that come along with it; light usually hurts them, things smell MORE, taste diminishes until only a very specific thing carries into something like nourishment and there are parts of the brain being rewired. Part of this is because of the Chaos Energy of the Dragon coin, some of it is from the White Light being corrupted, and part of this is his own body. His emotions are there, but they are either too much or too little, depending on the day. Okay, I'm going to let something out a little early that I have perfectly outlined in my head but might not make it in: Jason sat in front of Tommy in four different classes in high school. Jason was the leader of the rangers and in the front of the pack at all times. Jason beat him in that martial arts tournament. And Drakkon REMEMBERS THAT. The impression he was left with was very confusing and I cannot put it more succinctly than Olivia Gatwood, "You know that feeling when you don't know if you wanna be someone, or if you wanna fuck them?" He wants to do everything to Jason. In the beginning with Kimberly, he wanted to at least test the waters of his control on somebody that couldn't say no--which, fun to realize in the act, he cannot do if he thinks that person is better than him. But he just thought it meant he wasn't a good fit with women (regardless if he found them attractive). So he switched tactics when Jason got moved to the tower; thought things would get better if he had permission with only most of the power. Which works until he tries to be the one penetrating as the dominant in any way. Servicing Jason, being submissive to him, is delicious and something he never thought he could enjoy; he's just really pissed that something inside of him won't let him do more.

@ajgrey9647

[ajgrey9647]

Why does this sound familiar???

[ajgrey9647]

Repressed Accusations and Anger/Ghost in the Mirror

Someone else gets promoted to entertain Red in Lord Drakkon's absence. And gets a peek behind the pet's repressed rage...

@augment-techs

[augment-techs]

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

[kimberlyannharts]

so... we're all in agreement now that drakkon and ranger slayer would have a daughter, yes?

Oh we're for sure giving every Tomberly in the multiverse their own Olivia

some quick headcanons:

= conceived born after the Drakkon Rangers' debut. Either through some kind of AU where Drakkon survives Darkest Hour or an AU where the Coinless World's part in this event stayed in the Coinless World. The important thing is this is well after Slayer was freed from the spell; probably during a "fight" that got too "heated" because they're both freaks

= Slayer would obviously panic over Olivia's safety as she wouldn't trust the general public's opinion of her or Drakkon's influence on her. Olivia is kept a closely guarded secret and there would probably be long stretches of time where Slayer takes her away to raise her in private

= Relationship with her mother and general personality would pretty much be the same as it is in The Return as a result of Slayer's careful parenting, though I'd imagine Olivia actually knows how to fight and more willing to be lethal. She wouldn't tell Slayer to stop if she was about to kill Selena, for instance

= Extremely unsure of how to feel about her dad. As I've said before I can actually imagine Drakkon would dote on any daughter of his given his genuine love for Slayer and desire for a real family, but it's. still Drakkon. Slayer told her everything Drakkon has done to her and their world so part of Olivia can't ever forgive him for that, but she seems willing to see how he moves forward with his "redemption" era

= Slayer would never trust Drakkon with Olivia alone but the two attempt to be civil around her. Kim would refuse to become like her parents no matter the universe

= Would probably end up becoming a White Ranger with Drakkon refusing to give up Green and Slayer never feeling comfortable enough to retire as Pink

[ajgrey9647]

OMG so many times.....

:(

[ajgrey9647]

Omg he even does Red's lip bite lol

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[augment-techs]

Question Game. What does self-care look like for you? Biggest lie you ever told? What is your biggest heartbreak? How do you keep yourself somewhat sane? + Coinless Jason

(For the sake of my sanity and everyone else's, I'm going with the open Huntsman AU version of Jason, because at least he is carefully curated in my head for vengeful activity in later works and this gives me a reason to talk about him.)

What Does Self-Care Look Like?:

Self-Care for Jason is having access to shaving tools and eating a meal that smells good and has a calorie count that will keep him alive for three days if he becomes trapped somewhere. It's not exactly healthy to focus on things that he had to rely on through the goodwill of Drakkon or Skull's trickery in their shared hallway in their cells, but it makes him feel less jittery than if he just leaves his stubble to grow or lets the staff of Promethea or the Rangers of the Prime Universe provide him with food.

Biggest lie you ever told?:

There never seems to be an end of the lies he's had to tell to make sure the Omega Rangers allow them to keep using Safehaven's Master Arc.

That he's sure that everything in the Coinless universe is going fine with Drakkon stuck in the Prime even though they left Billy still under Drakkon's obedience spell and he was too clever to be left to his own devices.

That he was perfectly healthy because Drakkon kept losing bets to the Red Ranger even after being in what amounted to solitary confinement for a little over seventeen years.

That the Green Dragon Coin from Drakkon was being cleansed with ease while they waited on their collection of turned Sentries to be returned back from the timelines and dimensions that the Grid had accidentally (or meaningfully) pulled them to when The Void was brought back into the Grid.

But if pressed, he might have to go with the fact that he ever said out loud, "Everything's going to be fine," before Drakkon stole the White Light from him... Maybe.

What is your biggest heartbreak?:

Watching Skull go through a two year cycle of being made to dehydrate, starve, and drown in the cell across from him without being able to do anything but make it worse when he cursed out or goaded Drakkon about not being able to PROVE Skull was a spy.

That and the time Jason got double pneumonia, was totally out of his mind calling for his mother, and woke up one morning a year to the day from being freed by Promethea to find himself out of his armor prison, curled up in a ball with his head on Skull's lap, the man brushing his hair like he was five--just the way his mother used to do it for him.

It was the best he'd felt in years and he'd gone back to sleep thinking it was a dream or a hallucination and not something to worry about. Which was completely false as he'd woken up hours later, his fever broken, to the reality that Skull had in fact managed to get out of his own cell, through all of the locks and codes for Jason, gotten the Red Ranger out of the prison armor without setting off the alarms, and had pissed Drakkon off horrendously.

All of this without breaking any rules. He had not tried to escape, he had not tried to help Jason escape, and Jason had never seen Drakkon shocked into silence at someone addressing him--to his face--about showing ethical obligations towards the prisoners under his authority.

Drakkon had let Jason remain inside his cell without being bound back into the prison suit for three days, but Skull had been removed to somewhere else during that entire time. And when he'd been placed back into the armor, Drakkon had a showcase set up on a screen across from him so he could see a movie showing off exactly how "merciful" he was when his authority was questioned--even by a sentry Captain whose charges of treason and espionage hadn't been confirmed.

The recording had sound, but there was never any screaming involved. The only screaming and crying came from Jason when Drakkon grinned and told him Skull would be back only once Finster had sown him back up again.

How do you keep yourself somewhat sane?:

Observing that there were, in fact, versions of Tommy Oliver that became wonderful fathers and husbands, teachers, teammates, friends, and even martyrs and being allowed to realize that Jason's mercy wasn't a defect in his character.

Talking with Kimberly in the aftermath of The Void, both of them in Ranger Colors again, though the White on Jason took a little getting used to, it wasn't as painful as he thought once Saba was taken back from Drakkon despite the madman's screaming and cursing at theft and ownership and how he'd won. The two of them were damaged horribly, but in different ways that made them both think they'd they'd gotten off luckier than the other; as fucked up as that was.

Seeing that even in the heart of darkness that was Drakkon's palaces and army, there were some good people that had helped the Coinless in their own ways under a guiding hand of an ally, even when Skull was in prison and couldn't offer a word without all of them at risk of being horribly killed.

Planning out how to return to the Coinless world and relieve Billy from his duty as regent, as well as remove the spell on him.

And learning music. Not just songs, but how to read sheet music and even play an instrument or two, despite having not special talent for it. Given that it had built him up back into being something close to sane after so many years completely alone except for Drakkon, it seemed the most obvious thing to embrace in his freedom.

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