Amelia Jones & Javi Garcia | Parallels
Power Rangers Dino Fury | Power Rangers Cosmic Fury
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Which character would fall like this
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"But you already wrote that trope."
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DO IT!!! WRITE FANFICTION OF YOUR OWN STORY!!! MAKE CRACKSHIPS!! MAKE ALTERNATE UNIVERSES!!! WRITE OOC SMUT!!! DO IT!!!
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For a second I didn’t realize it meant “high” as in a stoner–I thought “High Geologist” was like a rank of geologist or something and he was insulted you would challenge him to naming stones
great poast every one👍
I have drawn him…. The High Geologist
Can’t believe he’s ace
He is now And here’s the photo evidence:
hey guys…https://twitter.com/MatthewLillard/status/1322648148364324864 so does this make it canon?
the high geologist has ascended
nonbinary-dean-winchester
every time i see this post it gets…. better? but also weirder.
I always gotta reblog the High Geologist once in a while.
I love this too much.
Reblog to get to look at a cool rock from the High Geologist
This is all part of The Tumblr Experience
the high geologist
advocating for ace people
IT IS HE THE HIGH GEOLOGIST APPEARING ON YOUR DASH YET AGAIN
WHY DOES THIS HAVE RJ VIBES THO
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The last character you drew/wrote about is now stuck in the last game you played. How screwed are they?
Dinosaur Yuri
It’s called ✨Fizzies✨
Waffles: Live Laugh Love friend
Baby Pacha: Bite Maim Kill friend
they are best friends and have tea parties together and invite everyone but Ollie.
Amelia made Waffles a lil crown just for the Tea Parties.
Mrs Smith is invited for some reason, she’s basically Baby Pacha’s aunt and shockingly not trying to eat Baby Pacha.
WAFFLES AND PACHA ARE BESTIES YES. they’re like Javelia and Ollaiyon’s kids <3 i love this idea sm tbh.
AMELIA MAKING WAFFLES A LIL CROWN AWWWWWWWWW
Mrs. Smith??? 👀👀👀 who that—
Made-Up Fic Title Prompt: Sentry Skull + "did you really think I was gonna stay?"
Title: “Did you really think I was gonna stay?”
Rating: T
Categories: M/M
Relationships: Billy Cranston/World of the Coinless Eugene Skullovitch, World of the Coinless Adam Park/World of the Coinless Eugene Skullovitch
Summary: some liked to sleep, he liked to play. The hallways of the castle, in the middle of the night, echoed with the sounds of his tunes.
And unknown to him, the ghosts danced~
The ghosts danced to the tunes of his grand piano, making merry in times when no living could bring themselves to smile.
The ghosts of all those who had lost their lives to Lord Drakkon and his tyranny, all of those tortured, destroyed souls who had finally found peace in their deaths. They liked seeing that at least someone in the entire palace could do something he liked, even if it was in the dead silence of midnight. Even if the little man couldn’t see them all, they knew he felt it.
There was always this one little ghost who never seemed to enjoy the music, though. The little boy who was barely sixteen when he was murdered by the tyrant— blonde hair, wobbly spectacles. Instead of dancing, instead of laughing, he would quietly go and sit next to the Red Sentry on the piano stool while he played the songs, listening quietly, not quite saying anything, almost as if there was so much he wanted to say, but stopping himself knowing his words would never reach the pianist.
Send me a made up fic title and I’ll tell you what I’d write to go with it~
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i love whenever a side character mentions the power rangers around them and they all get that stupid 😏 look on their face
rita is such a dedicated hater. watching a bunch of teenagers at school all day just WAITING for something to piss her off
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*gets great responsibility but not great power* this suuuuuucks
Should I do a full NSFW art. Sometime. (Will post on ao3 ofc ofc)
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Hello my brain has officially melted.
Click at your own risk its a manip—
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Everyone appreciate this hysterical picture my roommate took of my cat the other day
I needed a closer look
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Bingo Ask:
Billy x Skull x Matt (or any variation thereof)
I did not think I’d hit a bingo. They’re CUTE. BillySkull are otp, and I’m not someone who usually indulges in poly ships, but all thanks to you, my opinion has changed over time, and I’m warming up to this idea. It’s CUTE. I like them, Matt might be a good balancing point between the two and the boys can pamper Skull A LOT together :3
I like their overall dynamic, especially the way you write them in your fics~
I kinda like the idea of a Billy/Matt Brotp, like they’re not so much sexual in nature for each other, except for both of their affections for Skull— sooo yeah! :3
I mean, in total and complete fairness to you, it is possible to be in a poly wherein the axis is the focal point of both love and romance, while the alternate lines don't have to be sexually or even romantically inclined towards each other. Friendship is certainly good and ideal, but not necessary. Though, truth be told, I'm still feeling things out with these three in my head; but we do agree: Matt and Billy would pamper the shit out of Skull. Baby boy NEEDS it. And he'd make an EXCELLENT caretaker if the Ranger thing came into play for both of them~
You’re right. We just want them all to be happy. And with each other is a bonus~ :3
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Character voice tag game
Line provided by @vyuntspakhkite-l-darling: "We have to Go"
(With characters from TCOT and I'll reblog with J&R Side WIP)
Kasi: Please, go.
Xhaazi (Shady): Let's get out of here!
Chrin: Come on, let's go!
Sokuna: We can't stay here!
Mouse: Can we leave yet?
Marril: Hurry up.
Viasaki: *just picks you up and leaves*
Kila: If you spend another second staring at that wall I will Feed you to the wolves
Shyre: Please, we need to leave, now.
(I will be doing these for a while because I am now obsessed)
@ajgrey9647 @smudged-red-ink @clever-naming-convention and anyone who wants to, your phrase is: "I can't do this anymore"
Tagged by @the-ellia-west
My phrase: "I can't do this anymore"
Coinless Jason Scott: *his naked body shaking with pain and fear, nerves jittery as he never knows just when the tyrant will appear again, eager to shred what remains of his sanity* “Please… someone… save me…”
*Jason paces in the isolation cell, whispered voices hissing accusations and declarations; whether they are real or not, he can’t tell, not after all the drugging, sleep deprivation, starvation, and torture*
Coinless Jason Scott: *whimpers, fingers tangling in his shaggy, overgrown, and shockingly grey-streaked hair* “I can’t do this anymore! It hurts so bad! My mind is on fire!”
*Jason drops to his knees, his muscles giving out from hours spent in every stress position Drakkon could imagine, joints stretched and strained and damaging nerves in his hands and feet*
Coinless Jason Scott: “I want to die! But when I tried, I failed. He brought me back, back for more hell!”
*He screams loudly, the agonized wail echoing in the barren room where unbeknownst to him, Drakkon is watching him on a hidden monitor and grinning in triumph*
Coinless Jason Scott: *looks with confusion at the opposite end of the cell, unsure how this enormous, midnight black canine with ember eyes managed to get inside his prison. The dog stared at Jason intensely as it stalked toward where he huddled on the floor* “Where did you come from, boy?”
*His body slams with sudden energy against the cold metal wall, his eyes wide, pupils oscillating in rapid, minute movements that Drakkon is unable to discern from his screen, the unexpected, violent seizure (one of many smaller ones that both he and Drakkon never realized were occurring) tensing every muscle and bending his body backward like a drawn bow as froth poured from the corners of his mouth*
*Moments pass as Drakkon leaps from his chair to dash down the corridors to the dungeon, throwing any unfortunate Sentry in his path into the nearest wall. But before he is able to get the door unlocked from its many bolts and chains, the seizure has released its grip on Jason, leaving him with foam bubbling past his lips, disoriented, and profoundly changed to his very core*
Coinless Jason Scott/Red: *deep growls rumbling in his throat as Drakkon throws the door open and stares where his captive is sprawled; the new animal alter slowly smiles his unique, wide canine grin, eyes sparkling with psychosis*
Drakkon: *awed* “There’s my good boy…my beautiful Red…”
Tagging @the-ellia-west @augment-techs @estel-eruantien and anyone else who wants to play!
Your phrase is: There's no place to hide.
Jason (in a sleek red outfit not terribly unlike members of court in China or Japan at the turn of the eighteenth century, staring out into the courtyard of Drakkon's palace, overrun with alien war ships and downed sentries and foreign warriors running amuck while also trying to get into the fortified walls to seek an audience with Drakkon, despite the tyrant being off world to deal with another issue with the Interplanetary Defense): There's no place to hide, the walls won't hold, and I can't imagine what the Coinless are going through right now...
Adam (trying not to sound bored, as if this was something that hadn't happened at least four times already since Drakkon began his career as an eager young upstart amongst intergalactic tyrants and empires): Hiding was never an option, and it would be a fool's jest to try and run. You're forgetting that humans have quite a few more tricks up their sleeves than just bluster and cowardice and self-interest.
Jason: Drakkon--
Adam (scrunching his nose in distaste but still smiling not unlike a sly cat): Is not available at the moment to punish me for that comment or deny the truth of it. Nor First Division, or Second, or the rest. There is only the lot of us sad and forgotten Eights that go utterly unnoticed in the grand scheme of things. And what a boon that will be by the time this is done!
Jason: ...I don't understand.
Adam: You don't have to. You just need to continue to sit on the throne and pretend to know what you're doing, as if you you've always been in command of this sorry situation you've been thrown into by the universe and its funny sense of humor and let my Captain and my comrades do our jobs.
Jason (finally allowing himself to look somewhere between afraid and justified in his anger at this predicament): You're not warriors, though! You're not fighters or techs or powerful in any way! The meager amount of Power you get for your suits doesn't even hold a candle to what is necessary to fight off even one band of Hartunians, let alone the entire envoy they've brought along to take over. How can I be expected to act like nothing's wrong when I've seen what Eighth Division does and none of it is something that can be used to defend against a full scale world invasion?!
Adam (taking a deep breath in pantomime, waving for Jason to do much the same before setting a hand on his shoulder like the man was still that teenager who got rattled to his care at facing monsters sent by Rita while still having a curfew set by his parents): See, Jason, that's where you're wrong. We have everything we need; not to defend against an invasion, but to stop it from happening in the first place. It is not an invasion yet, merely a show of force from one blustering egomaniac towards the palace of another that isn't even here right now. The King of Hartunia will come down in less that an hour from his ship, probably with his Queen--who hates him, too, I should add--to seek an audience with who they think is Drakkon or at least the next best thing; you, the one he's courting. Which, to an asshole like that, is just as good as a Queen or Regent. All you have to do is be polite and a little pompous and keep the king talking.
Jason (still wanting to argue, still so very out of his depth and afraid and wishing more than ever that he had his coin instead of a collar around his neck, or golden bracelets he couldn't take off; rubbing his face to feel at the smooth skin still fresh from a shave he'd had before the first explosion went off and he was lucky Adam had nerves of steel and didn't cut into his jaw): And what will you and your Captain and Eighth Division be doing?
Adam (giving an even wider, sneaky grin, before turning around like a showman, arms stretched out and away from him as he walked off to the wing of the throne room with the little old fashioned strings and buttons and bells that lead to other places that only Eighth Division ever seemed to be aware of, given that they were always the ones fulfilling the needs of Drakkon and everyone else, whether they knew it or not): Everything else. Do not worry~
Tagged by: @ajgrey9647
Tagging: @lordkingsmith @skyland2703 @madhare0512 @estel-eruantien and anyone else who might like to try.
Your phrase is: Oh please, please, please, please.
Bonus phrase: Huh. That actually felt...good.
I’ll probably never completely understand this but I THINK I have an idea…
Fern: *blood splatter on her face, Solon claw in hand* Huh… that actually…. Felt… good… somehow. I don’t like this feeling— WHAT AM I TURNING INTO—
Javi: *smirking. Watching from the corner of the room, leaning against a wall, arm crossed across the new, shinier prosthetic one— this one could play music and had laser cutter blades too* this is why rage rooms were created. It feels incredible to hurt someone who’s hurt you in worse ways.
Izzy: *whimpering from a corner* NO. THIS IS WRONG, GUYS. NO. FERN— No, please.
Fern: *walks over to Izzy* look at that man, Izzy. He killed Zayto. He left Aiyon in that state, do you remember what he did to Amelia? Trust me… javi isn’t kidding…
Izzy: Fern, no, no, no, the damage isn’t done yet, you can still come back— you don’t have to stoop to their levels—
Javi: *a changed man, after seeing the absolute torture Amelia was still going through in the aftermath of what Ollie had done to her, now walks over to his sister, leans in eerily close and hands her his axe* One hack. Trust me, you ain’t regret it…. Fern enjoyed it, didn’t she? *he looks up at the other girl, who nods like an obedient school child*
Izzy: *stares at her brother, then at her girlfriend, then returns the axe, watching a look of disappointment cross Javi’s face again* just one punch, then. I’ll use my hands. *she turns towards Ollie who is still strapped to a chair, covered in blood, injuries unknown*
Ollie: *frightened, terrified out of his wits* Oh no— please please please— NO— PLEASE NO—
Now, idk who to tag, really, but @ineedsomesleeptoday I feel like you’d have fun with this~ and I’m gonna tag @augment-techs and @ajgrey9647 back :3 THANKS FOR THE TAAAG
Your Line is: if it doesn’t hurt, there’s nothing left to save
And Bonus: is it even true love if there’s not a little bit of tragedy in it?
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"The Song of the Sea" for the fake fic title
Title: Song of the Sea Rating: Unrated Fandoms: Power Rangers; Boom! Comics Power Rangers. Relationships: Tori Hanson/Kapri; Koda/Sir Ivan; Maddie Rocca/Clare Langtree; Kevin/Mike; Ethan James/Conner McKnight/Kira Ford; T.J. Johnson/Andros/Zhane; Max Cooper/Danny Delgado; Sky Tate/Z Delgado; Rocky DeSantos/Adam Park/Aisha Campbell; Billy Cranston/Eugene Skullovitch/Matt Cook. Characters: Billy Cranston; Andrea; Alpha 5; Ernie; Tori Hanson; Justin Stewart; Maddie Rocca; Kevin; Rocky DeSantos; T.J. Johnson; Kai Chen; Chad Lee; Sky Tate; Max Cooper; Kiya Kyatyl; Ethan James; Koda; Ravi Shaw; Flynn McAllistair; Princess Marina; etc. Additional Tags: Emotional Vulnerability; They're All Queer, I Don't Even Care, Try and Stop Me; Missing in Action; What Is Canon?; There is No Such Thing as a Timeline; Fuck Forever Red (It Was Awesome, but We Can Do Better); We're Doing Forever Blue; Accidental Brother Acquisition; Crying; Cuddle Piles; Sleep Deprivation; Panic Attacks; Midnight Breakfast. Summary:
The warmest Color. The favorite Color. The only Color left.
Can one imagine, just imagine, what it's like to blink and find that a Rangers entire team has vanished into thin air because some kind of catastrophe happened that could not be mended, could not be fixed, could not be changed.
And they tried everything, every Blue Ranger that ended up rushing to Angel Grove like their internal compass told them it was the only place to be in their time of gut wrenching sadness and anxiety. Like birds flocking south for the winter or monarch butterflies making for their mating grounds in spectacular fashion.
There were inventions to be had since Billy was allowed to commandeer Promethea in wake of the disappearance of Grace, Terona, and Matt since the Command Center was essentially on lockdown; there were spells to be attempted by Maddie and Tori and Kevin and--given that he was hooking up with an undersea princess--Chad; there were calls to be made from one planet to another asking if this had ever happened on any other world with Justin, T.J., Kai, Rocky, and Ethan. There was even some interdimensional quandaries with Flynn, Ravi, Koda, Max, Sky and--with a suitable amount of begging down on one knee--Kiya.
This must have been some version of hell; the stillness and silence, but for the times one of them remembered to turn on a radio that played classical piano or the kind of rock that sounds like a garbage disposal being forced to chew on metal screws.