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rangerdrabbles · 4 years

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Psychos Reborn

Plot: The Psychos find themselves in MMPR land, drawn by the mysterious energy of Billie Cranston, the twin of a certain blue ranger. Names of the psychos will be used...eventually.

They were suddenly in Angel Grove High School, with a new lifetime of memories in addition to their previous ones. Yet they still didn’t entirely understand how they got there-only that they’d been called by some sort of energy. Not quite ranger energy, but grid energy nonetheless.

“What. The. Hell.” That came from Blue.

“I smell ranger,” Black said.

“Ew.” That was from Pink, who wrinkled her nose.

They came upon an interesting sight further down the hall-one Billie Cranston on the back of Tommy Oliver, clinging to him like a spider monkey.

“Oh look, another evil ranger,” Yellow said, almost sarcastically.

“He’s brainwashed, that doesn’t count,” Green said with a scoff. “Virgil, get the girl.”

“I can’t believe that little human called us here.” Virgil, aka Red, huffed. But he plucked Billie off Tommy by the scruff of her collar, laughing. “You’ve got spunk, I’ll give you that.”

“Lemme go, I almost had him!” Billie was kicking like Scrappy Doo, and the other Psychos couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Green, meanwhile, smirked and sent Tommy Oliver flying against the wall so hard it made a dent. Two sets of eyes flashed green energy, and Green laughed. “You think a boy like you can even begin to match me? What you’ve been given is nothing compared to my power.” Let alone the others.

“You’re wrong. I have all the power, and one day-”

Green grinned, and his features flickered for a moment to that of a flaming green monster before flickering back again. He tossed Tommy aside and said, “I don’t care what you do to the rangers, though we might beat you to it. I haven’t had ranger meat in a while.”

“Just who are-”

“None of your damn business.” Green grinned again, and turned his back to Tommy. He waved a hand at Virgil, and said, “Bring the girl.”

Virgil just shrugged and put Billie down long enough to grab her arm and drag her down the hall.

“Jeez, not so damn tight! I bruise easily you know...” Billie grumped, trying to pull out of his grip. “That was cool and all but could someone tell me what’s going on?”

No one said anything until they got to an empty classroom. Billie was plunked down in a chair, and everyone sat down, facing her. Green paced around, circling Billie and eyeing her.

“You’re not a ranger,” he said. “But you called us here. “How and why? What did you do?”

“A power ranger?” Billie snorted. “Of course not. I’m just another nerd trying to get through the day without being stuffed into a locker. And I don’t even know you, how or why would I call you?”

“Your energy,” Virgil said impatiently. “Your energy called to our energy and it was strong enough to bring all of us. So why? Why the hell did you do it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I tire relatively easily-I can’t run to save my life, and forget phys ed-”

“She doesn’t know.” That came from Green.

“Oh great, some little human summoned us as a fluke,” Blue said. “I could be out destroying rangers but instead-”

“There are rangers here,” Virgil said.

“So?” Billie asked.

“So we play with them,” Pink said cheerfully.

“Someone want to tell me how I managed to summon the lot of you?” Billie asked.

Green let out a sigh of frustration, but tried to explain about the morphing grid. About rangers, and its light and dark sides. “So for some reason you have a connection to it and you seem to have used it to summon us for some reason. Get it?”

“Sort of.” Billie said. “It’s a fascinating concept, and I’d love to study the possibilities of it as an energy or power source but-”

“We still haven’t gotten to the why,” Black drawled.

Billie thought for a moment. Why would she seemingly find herself summoning six potentially violent individuals? Repressed rage? She’d never had that many friends to begin with, and she’d grown further apart from her brother ever since he’d started spending time with his new friends. And all the rushing off when he made feeble attempts to spend time with her.

And yet, sometimes she saw colors around him and his friends. Colors and lines, as if connected to something. She wondered...no, it couldn’t be. Were they?

Even without Bulk and Skull bullying her anymore, she was still bullied often, mostly from the jocks. So why would she summon seemingly powerful, dangerous beings?

“Maybe I need you. For what, it’s hard to explain. I’ve never been terribly good with words-I often use big ones no one understands. People get bored and annoyed with me and-well, I’m rambling so I’ll get to the point. How about we just spend some time with each other and you can maybe get what I mean.”

“You’re not going to tell us what to do, are you?” Pink asked.

“Please, like she could,” Blue drawled.

“Correct, I couldn’t,” Billie added. “And no, no I am not.”

“Good! I hate being told what to do!” Blue snapped.

“But Virgil and Trek tell us what to do all the time,” Yellow said. Trek was Green.

“That’s different!”

#mmpr #psycho rangers #billie

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avalonbayblog · 6 years

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Just Like Always - Billy/Avalon one-shot

A/N: Deleted scene from New Beginning.

Summary: Even after ten years apart, there are some things that don’t diminish over time. And you fall back into your old ways, just like always.

Words: 1668

Also found on FFN.

Billy pulled at the neck of his sweater vest, trying to keep it from clamping into his Adam’s Apple any more than it already had. He frowned, looking down at himself. Or maybe it was the dress shirt beneath and not the sweater vest.

Kimberly would’ve said it absolutely was the sweater vest and that no one has worn one in the last twenty years. And yet, she’d immediately turn it around and say that he was the one who could bring it back in style and make it cool again. Honestly, he thought she was lying, but Kimberly was the most fashionable of them all.

Like you really need to think about how you look at a time like this, Billy thought. Scornfully, Billy shook his head. Caring about his appearance at all was ludicrous. There were many more important things in life than what his appearance looked like. He liked himself just fine, didn’t have too many complaints though didn’t quite enjoy the way his eyes squinted when he was concentrating on something…which was caught numerous times in pictures.

Self-conscious anxiety would flow though him when he’d see photos given back to him when he looked like that, it’d been something that’d happened since he was a child. Even when under the darkened haze of the visor of his helmet, he’d find himself squinting, as if it’d make him see clearer—something his contacts aided with.

But that day found himself putting on his glasses rather than sticking in his contacts. He stared at them for a moment then slid them onto his nose. It made him appear more unassuming, he rationalized. That he kept good company. Avalon had made a comment about it before they’d left the house that morning.

“You’d think you were the one who was potentially going to jail, mate. Not me.”

It wasn’t funny, but it had broken the unspoken tension around them. As they sat on the bus, rumbling into downtown Angel Grove—with Zack lamenting he wished they could teleport there—Billy glanced around. Jason, Zack, Kimberly, Trini, and Tommy all sat in the nearby seats, dressed as nicely as he was. Bailey, on the other hand, was getting a ride with Conner and the other rangers. Almost as if they were simply going to a reunion function at Angel Grove High.

Almost immediately, he flashed back to their many times in high school where they’d gone to dances, plays, and other function to support their classmates and enjoy school. How long ago had it been that they’d been able to truly relax? Not very, if Tommy had managed to stumble across his own students who’d become rangers and drag him back into the spandex suit to protect the city.

“Like it’s going to make a difference to what they already think,” Avalon commented when she spotted her friends after they met up at the Youth Center—which still looked the same, though modernized, after many years away from Angel Grove, seeing them all dressed to their best.

“Putting your best foot forward has always yielded good results,” Billy pointed out.

Avalon merely smiled, shaking her head. “You don’t have to come with me,” she said. “It’s just a hearing. I can go by myself.”

“We’re all going to be there for you, Av,” Jason said gently yet firmly.

“Yeah, we’re not going to let you go through this alone,” Kimberly added, squeezing the orange ranger’s hand. “And you know Conner, Kira, Ethan, and Trent are going to be there, too.”

Avalon’s smile pulled at the right corner of her mouth, turning into a smirk. “I meant you lot don’t have to come with me on the bus.” She turned her gaze toward Billy. “I reckoned you’d still be mad about what happened to your truck, yeah?”

Billy did his best to keep his irritation from showing. Of course, the one time Avalon insisted on driving—he was usually the one who took the reins, not quite trusting her to see the road due to her lack of height--resulted in her managing to get his truck stuck in a drainage ditch, bending the axles of his front tires, rendering it useless.

The bus it was.

Sweat dripped down Billy’s back, he shifted back and forth, hoping he’d remembered to bring a can of deodorant in the bag that sat by his feet. Always be prepared. He’d never lasted more than a week in the boy scouts, the bullying over his intelligence was that bad, but it was still something he continued to follow.

His gaze shifted to the side, finding Avalon sitting calmly next to him, looking at something on her cell phone. How she could be so calm, he wasn’t sure, but greatly admired. His gaze flickered to the ‘V’ tattooed on the inside of her wrist, the final initiation that set her into the street gang, The Vipers. The group that eventually led her and the other rangers to her hearing that day, to determine if she’d be charged before testifying at the trial against Chase and the others.

She looked calm, cool, and collected. As if nothing was amiss. The only sign of change was the way she’d decided to dress. Despite being a decade older than her teenage self, on a daily basis Avalon typically continued to dress similarly to the past; her attire, which typically consisting of a leather jacket over any combination of her ranger color, orange, and darker makeup with her long hair loose around her shoulders had been forgone for a lighter spread of makeup spread over her face that made her youthful freckles stand out—and continue to have her carded at R-Rated movies and when buying an alcoholic drink, her hair pulled back into a ponytail with two large strands framing the sides of her face, and a sleeveless orange blouse tucked into a dark skirt.

She kept her head down, looking and smiling at something on her phone. Every few seconds, she’d chuckle to herself before, finally, smiling up at him and angled her phone so that she could show him what she’d been laughing at. But Billy didn’t notice it, didn’t pay attention to the video that’d played, simply stared at her.

The status of their relationship was odd to say the least. Since he’d abruptly left Angel Grove to go to a Peace Conference then to MIT, they hadn’t spoken. For almost ten years they hadn’t said a word to each other. And she was justified in her being angry at him for it, he’d been cowardly and ran away all because he couldn’t handle the feeling of not being a ranger anymore, to know everything he’d worked for was…gone. Because he didn’t feel useful, because he felt that there was nothing more for him in life. So he left, and tore apart something that’d been very important to him all because he couldn’t face how he was truly feeling.

They’d gotten things out in the open, spoke about their feelings and now…Billy wasn’t quite sure what to think of their relationship. He was sure she was still angry at him in some way, many ways. There were many things she still wanted to say to him and he deserved. And yet, she continued to warm up to him as the days passed. He’d missed her while he was gone and it was almost torture to keep himself from talking to her, to keep himself from thinking about her as the days passed. It became easier as the days went on, though it weighed over him.

He wasn’t naïve enough to believe things would be exactly the same way they’d been before, and yet…they’d fallen back into their former relationship quickly. Avalon made fun of him at nearly every turn and he took it, gave it back when needed, and continued to be a calm, supportive force when needed. He was the first she talked to about her upcoming hearing when she became worried.

And now, as he sat next to her, Billy couldn’t help but notice how strong she’d continue to become over their years apart. She didn’t keep things inside and work on them herself, she relied on her friends and family to help her through. (Though her newfound ranger powers probably helped her as well). Nevertheless, Billy couldn’t stop himself from leaning in and placing the ghost of a kiss on her cheek, just below her temple but above her cheekbone.

A reassuring gesture.

Yet, the second his lips left her skin and he got a good look at the surprised expression on her face, he’d realized what he’d done. A flush crept up Billy’s face and he looked away from her, pressing his glasses up his nose. How silly. One gesture to reassure a friend and the next thing he knew, he was back to his teenage self, mentally beating himself up for his impromptu gesture.

He clenched his hands in his lap. So much progress in life; graduated high school early, ran the Power Chamber with the Zeo powers, created the Turbo powers, was a speaker at a Peace Conference, went to MIT, helped create the Lightspeed Rescue powers, and continued to keep in touch with those at NASADA as ranger encounters continued. All that success within his life…and he, a twenty-seven year old man, turned into a teenage boy with no sense of what he’d been doing and the consequences of what he’d done.

Billy clenched his hands even tighter, focusing on the pain that erupted in his hands. He deserved it, he supposed. After all the pain he’d put her through. Billy jumped when he felt Avalon’s hand reach over and curly over his, the steadiness of her contrasting the shaking in his. He glanced at her and Avalon smiled back at him.

Billy relaxed, smiled back at her.

Funny, he was supposed to be supporting her, and she was the one there for him.

Just like always.

#power rangers #fanfiction #Billy Cranston #Avalon Mitchell #BillyxAv #blue burns orange

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taikoturtle · 6 years

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Trimberly Short Fic

From the tumblr prompt “Actually… I just miss you.”

Requested by @clairebear1127 nearly four months ago and I’m so sorry I’m only getting to this now but I hope you like it!

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Trini doesn’t consider herself a needy person, but when she agreed to continue her long distance relationship with Kimberly after high school she failed to anticipate just how much she’d come to miss her. How much she’d miss waking up beside her on a lazy Saturday morning, cuddled beneath a snug blanket with Kimberly’s arms wrapped around her in a warm embrace. How much she’d miss being able to call her up on a sudden whim to grab coffee, or see her at the drop of a hat should either of them have a horrible day and need to vent.

And okay, when Trini says long distance, she really means it’s just a six hour drive that separates them and she should be grateful that it’s not a flight halfway around the world, but going from a ten minute bike ride to a six hour car ride is still a significant adjustment in her books.

After high school graduation, Trini and Kimberly sent out several applications to various colleges and universities both in and around Angel Grove, as well as a few that were out of state. Kimberly got into one of her top choices miles and miles away.

Trini did not.

“I don’t want to leave you,” Kimberly had said one day when they were in her room with acceptance letters scattered around in a mess of papers and ripped envelopes.

“You’re not leaving me,” Trini responded softly, “you’ll just be leaving Angel Grove. I don’t want to be the reason you hold yourself back. You’ve got so much potential and if you got into one of your top choices then you deserve to go.”

Kimberly looked broken, absolutely torn with indecision, but Trini pulled her into a tight hug and told her not to worry. She wanted to reassure her that everything would be okay, but she also wanted to prevent Kimberly from seeing the pain that was so clearly written on her face. It would be a tough road ahead, and as much as Trini wanted to be selfish, to tell Kimberly to stay by her side, it just wouldn’t be the right thing to do.

“We’ll make it work, I promise.”

So off she went to a four year college while Trini stayed back to attend Angel Grove University. By all means, AGU is still a tremendously great school to attend, however it’s just not the same without the gang all together.

Trini went in undeclared. She figured she could knock out a majority of her required general courses first and would settle on a major later down the road. Her parents want her to be a doctor or a nurse, just anything in the medical field that’ll be lucrative, but they obviously don’t know her that well. Stitching people up has never been her strong point; she excels at putting bodies in the hospital, not the other way around. However, she has another year or so to figure it out before she has to declare so she’s not particularly worried.

Instead, the thoughts that occupy her mind are more often than not, entirely Kimberly-oriented, like what is she up to right now, or what new friends has she made.

What crushes she might be developing.

And it’s totally stupid, Trini knows. She can trust Kimberly - she trusts her with her life - but Kimberly’s activity on social media had a nasty habit of generating a conflicting cocktail of happiness, jealousy, and insecurity. Slowly her Instagram feed was filling with strangers’ faces and unknown names.

It felt like Trini was being replaced, and though it hurt like a bitch, she took solace in the fact that as long as Kimberly was happy, then so was she.

In the beginning, they talked on the phone nearly every night, recounting the day’s events to one another. Kimberly checked out several clubs on campus ranging from casual sports to cultural focused and she sounded absolutely ecstatic. Everything was new and shiny and it always brought a smile to Trini’s lips as she layed in bed with the phone pressed to her cheek, staring at her bedroom ceiling as Kimberly gushed about every little detail. She looked forward to her phone calls and the occasional video Skype with Kimberly, it’s often what motivated her throughout the day, but as the weeks passed through the quarter, things started changing.

The calls came less and less frequently. Between studying for classes and club obligations, Kimberly simply had no time or was too tired from spreading herself thin. It didn’t help that Trini applied for a job on campus at the convenience store near the food court so any respite from the hustle and bustle of work and classes was hard to come by.

Their conversations turned into sporadic texts whenever either could spare a moment and it was starting to take a toll on Trini’s nerves.

Once she had asked her mom if she could borrow the car for the weekend, to which June simply scoffed and denied her outright.

“The car is a privilege reserved for school,” she stated firmly, “and nothing more.”

It deflated Trini on the spot. She was this close to packing her bags for the weekend and toughing out a drive to go see Kimberly, but no car meant no road trip, so she skulked her way back upstairs and tossed herself onto her bed, dejected and full of frustration.

She wanted to talk about her feelings and reservations with Kimberly, but every time she tried, something held her back and she would end up having a change of heart.

I’m not jealous, Trini would convince herself, I’m not needy. Kimberly can hang out with whoever she wants. I’m not going to be that person who restricts her from having fun or keep tabs on who she sees on a daily basis.

“Dude, just tell her.” Zack, in his ever blunt yet insightful way, would advise. “If you guys are really that good with each other, then just communicate that clearly. Nothing good ever comes from bottling things up or assuming shit about how the other may feel.”

Zack remained in Angel Grove and got a job as an apprentice at an auto mechanic’s shop so he could help support his mom while feeding his interest in cars. This often made him the most accessible whenever Trini needed a friend to lean on, so they’d end up going to Krispy Kreme’s and Trini would treat him to donuts and coffee while she voiced her concerns. He’d try and respectfully deny the free food, but it was her way of paying him back for all the times she subjected him to her woeful rants.

“If it’s bugging you this much, you gotta say something,” he said before somehow shoving an entire glazed donut into his mouth in one go.

Trini cringed at his eating habits, but took his words to heart.

“God, why is this so difficult?”

With only a couple weeks left in the quarter, Trini finds herself lying on her back in bed on a Saturday night with books strewn every which way in preparation for finals. Carefully highlighted notes and open textbooks mean nothing to her when they look like ancient hieroglyphics given her current state.

It’s hard to study with Kimberly on the mind.

“Kimberly, can we talk? No, that sounds like I’m going to break up with her. Kimberly, there’s something important I need to tell you? No, that still sounds too… bad.”

Trini rolls over and angrily lets out a huff. Her phone rests inches away from her hand, the screen dark and inactive, and a yearning ache fills her chest with a swallowing, hollow emptiness.

She misses everyone.

She misses the gang altogether, she misses their hangouts and training sessions, and she misses that feeling of belonging, like a true family in many ways.

Her lecture halls at the university are far too large to make any true friends, and while her parents are trying their best to be more warm and receptive, Trini still feels like a stranger in her own home. The Power Rangers were everything to her, but now that they are fractured with their lives headed in different directions, Trini doesn’t know where she fits into the picture anymore.

Most of all, she misses Kimberly.

Warm tears pool at the corners of her eyes before trickling down the sides of her face. She doesn’t even try to wipe them away because there’s no use; they’re not stopping because the growing void in her chest isn’t going away.

She hates feeling so pitiful because normally people regard her as the strong one, where nothing can faze her, but things such as this strikes a deep chord within her. She knows what it felt like to be alone, but now that she knows what it feels like to have been a part of something bigger, she doesn’t want to go back.

“Why can’t things just be simple?” Trini mutters to herself quietly. “Growing up sucks.”

TAP TAP TAP

A loud rapping on the window startles her out of her wallowing musings and her senses fire on high alert. Memories of Rita flash before her eyes and fear begins to grip her nerves. Jaw clenched and fists balled, Trini slides off her bed and cautiously approaches the window.

There’s no way it could be Rita again. They knocked her into the sky ages ago so it makes no sense that she would return now, let alone have the common decency to knock. It could be a new enemy that Zordon didn’t inform them of, but once again, why would they even bother to knock. Unless…?

Gulping heavily with uneasy anticipation, Trini’s clammy hand grips the curtain and yanks it aside in one swift motion.

“Kimberly?!”

Grinning like a kid, Kimberly waves excitedly at her from beyond the weathered glass.

What the hell is she doing here?

“You going to let me in or not?” Kimberly asks through clattering teeth. “It’s freaking cold out here.”

Shaking off her stupor, Trini fumbles with the locks on her window before hastily yanking it open. A chilly gust of crisp winter air fills the room as Kimberly hops over the sill and lands on the carpet beyond the cluttered desk. Trini closes the window securely and gapes at her in stunned disbelief.

Her hair is longer than the last time they skyped, resting a few inches below her shoulders, and she looks absolutely amazing in her dark washed jeans, cranberry colored shirt and sleek leather jacket, but those details get tossed to the wayside the moment Kimberly’s lips come crashing down on hers.

Trini stumbles backwards from the sheer force, her back bumping into the desk, spilling pencils and papers everywhere, but she doesn’t care because Kimberly is pressing against her hungrily as if making up for lost time or the long distance that’s come between them.

In some ways it feels like it has been years since Trini’s felt the warmth of Kimberly’s body, smelled the comforting scents of her tropical shampoo, or heard her light, breathy moans. She’s missed how familiar her lips feel against her own and how her hands seem right at home clutching at the small of Kimberly’s back.

It leaves Trini wanting more, craving to dive deeper and lose herself to the fire running through her veins, but she has so many questions lingering at the back of her hazy mind that she can’t ignore.

Trini pulls back, breaking the kiss and causing Kimberly’s lips to give chase for a second before she pauses and gazes at her. Chest heaving in and out, gasping for air, Trini swallows thickly as she maintains eye contact, searching for the right words.

“What are you doing here, Kim?”

Flinching at the question, Kimberly chuckles weakly. “Not happy to see me?”

Trini presses a soft, gentle kiss to Kimberly’s lips and smiles. “Dummy. I’m always happy to see you, but…” Her words trail off in hesitation - where does she even begin? “...Why now?”

“I… uh…” Kimberly’s brow furrows, her eyes now averted. She’s biting her lip as if contemplating the heaviest question in the world, but after several more beats of silence - save for their now even breathing - she continues on. “Okay well, actually… I just miss you.”

“You do?”

“Of course!” Kimberly breathes out instantly. “And I know I haven’t been the best at keeping up with our calls and everything, but I’m going to work on it because god, I just miss you so much. I didn’t want to bother you since I know you’re busy with work and your family, but I think about you everyday and I finally couldn’t take it anymore so… here I am.”

Her glistening eyes are downcast through the whole confession, and it isn’t until she takes a deep, shuddering breath does she dare look back at Trini. “I’m not being too needy, am I?”

What an ironic turn of events.

Those very same thoughts that had been plaguing her mind for months on end had been the same thorn in Kimberly’s side.

A muted laugh escapes Trini’s mouth and at first it draws a sour, hurt expression on Kimberly’s features, but she immediately explains herself.

“Honestly, I was feeling the same way,” Trini starts tentatively. “I didn’t want to come off as too clingy or controlling and seeing how much fun you were having on your instagram and snapchat stories I was just… jealous? Afraid maybe? I don’t know, but whatever the case, I just want you to know that I’m sorry.”

She doesn’t know whether Kimberly can hear the pain in her voice or feel the trembling in her limbs, but at that moment she knew precisely what was needed.

Pulling Trini into a crushing hug, Kimberly squeezes her tightly and whispers just for her.

“I love you Trini.”

It’s sincere and vulnerable and exactly what Trini needed to hear. Beyond the words, the hug itself is charged with unspoken emotions–it says reassurance, it means unending devotion, it’s the promise of a future together.

“I love you too.”

It’s nearing four in the morning by the time Trini flops on her back, gasping for air and with a thin layer of perspiration coating her skin. Her face is flushed and fatigued, but clearly satisfied. “I’ve definitely missed this.”

Kimberly stifles a laugh, not wanting to wake anyone in the household - especially in their current state of undress.

Rolling lazily onto her side, Trini frowns slightly as she stares oddly at Kimberly. “You know, I’ve been wondering something.”

“Yeah?”

“How exactly did you get here? You don’t have a car and the buses don’t run this late.”

Kimberly inhales sharply. “So... funny story, but I might have borrowed the Pterodactyl Zord.”

“You what?!”

Zordon gave Kimberly the biggest scolding of her life about abusing their powers and risking exposure, but damn was it worth it.

#trimberly #trini x kimberly #pink lemonade #trimberly fanfic #power rangers #power rangers 2017 #thank you for waiting 84 years for this #clairebear1127 #asks #trimberly prompts #myfanfic

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krispykremberly · 7 years

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@iamconfusion101 wrote this rad fic based on this post! it’s so cute u guys

Trini went to summer camp once and only once. It was the summer of her parents’ almost divorce, and they decided that it was best to send the kids away while they dealt with the matter. The twins were sent to their grandma’s, and Trini was sent to camp. She had been sent in a bus with ten other kids because, just like her parents, they hadn’t bothered to drop them off personally. Trini remembers the way her sleeping bag was too big for her arms, and her backpack a lot heavier than she was used to. She remembers how she thought the bandages on her legs and face were itchy. She had climbed a tree, and fallen on her way down; that’s what made her parents decide on camp (they didn’t want the kids’ grandmother to have a heart attack from Trini’s shenanigans). She can remember the eye roll she gave the camp helpers when they gave her the color yellow because *she seemed like such a sunshine*. She remembers being super competitive. Pushing Zack Taylor into the lake and then having a heart to heart with him. “My parents are getting a divorce.” She whispered to the lake. He rested his head on top of hers. “Dad is leaving. Says can’t deal with it all.” Sharing crayons with a boy named Billy. Punching a boy that made fun of him. Being threatened to be sent home if she caused anymore trouble. Billy waving at her with an earnest smile as she left the office. “Thank you.” He had said. “What are friends for?” She had said simply. Even if they had not said much to each other. Trini was sure they were friends. He always let her use the good crayons. “What are friends for,” he had repeated and then smiled so wide, so brightly that Trini matched his smile. “Mom is gonna be so glad to hear about you, Trini.” “At least,” Her bunk mate whispered to her as she entered the cabin, “if they send you home, you could see your mom and dad.” Trini hadn’t responded, but her bunkmate sat next to her on the bottom bunk. “I can hold your hand if you want to.” Trini had looked at the girl then. “When my mom holds my hand, I feel better. Less lonely. I can hold yours.” Trini had given her a small smile, and the girl had held her hand even though she was on team pink. Trini wasn’t a fan of big affection, but at the time she envied it. She longed for it. After that day, Trini was a lot nicer to the chipper girl. From glaring at her to nodding at her in acknowledgement. From purposely choosing her to go head to head in pink vs yellow competitions to passing her Trini’s own water bottle when Kim said she was thirsty. It seemed to thrill Kim. *Kim*. Her name had been Kim. Trini always pretends she didn’t remember the bubbly, cheerful, pretty girl because that would be admitting she had a crush on her bunk mate when she was only eight. She remembered losing to the red team. She remembered the anger she felt at losing. She remembers becoming furious because Jason Scott, team red golden boy, had ran up to her. “Maybe next year!” He had said earnestly and kindly. “You have been fun to compete against this whole camp! Let’s be friends.” Trini couldn’t help but smile. “Next year, team yellow is going to win.” Jason’s smile had gotten wider. “Maybe we’ll be on the same team.” Her parents had picked Camp Ranger because when they were planning the divorce her father wanted to move to Angel Grove, and all the kids from there went to Camp Ranger. Of course, her parents didn’t get a divorce and they moved to Arizona instead. Who would have thought that years later they would move there anyways? Trini’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She sighed, and hoped it wasn’t her mother. She grinned when she saw it was her friend Tommy. They were one friend who had lasted all the moves. Her parents always thought a change of view could fix their marriage, but the new view always got old. Chewbacca: Missing me already?? ;) Han solo: New town who dis? Chewbacca: Uh rude Chewbacca: call me Han solo: Yea yea let me find a place to stop Trini put the phone back in her jacket pocket. That’s when she saw her. The hottest girl ever. A girl that Trini would flirt with if she had enough alcohol in her system, and that Tommy would surely charm over in school with just a smirk. Only wait. Why did she seem familiar? Wait…was it? Well, she was pretty sure it was her? She looked different, but it was still her. *Kimberley Hart.* Only she didn’t have pig tails or a bright smile. Instead she had short hair that just barely reached her neck and an ankle bracelet. She was looking down at her phone. Trini tried not stare when she saw scars on the other girl’s legs. Trini supposed that she shouldn’t have expected those kids from camp to be the same, but then again she hadn’t really expected to see any of them. Trini took in a deep breath and kept walking. Later, Trini would regret not saying hello and Kim would regret not looking up. Billy, however, would not regret dragging Jason across the street to a café where he saw a girl he was sure he knew.

#fics #pink lemonade #trini kwan #kimberly hart #billy cranston #jason scott #zack taylor #mmpr 2017 #blue.txt #summer camp au

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snarktheater · 7 years

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Movie review — Power Rangers

Say, did I ever mention I was a Power Rangers kid? Because I was. I was a little too young for the original generation, but when Zeo aired, I was so into it it was kind of embarrassing. I watched as religiously as a small child can when he doesn't know how to VCR a show and has to rely on his parents remembering to record the episodes. I played pretend Power Ranger a lot. I had (and…still have) more toy Megazords than I am fully comfortable listing. And I'm pretty sure I still played with them into my late teenage years, because I am exactly that kind of dork.

Ahem. Point is, a Power Rangers movie reboot came and I was…intrigued, but mildly scared too. This series is not exactly top quality, and the wave of nostalgia-driven adaptations hasn't really led to great stuff that often.

Does the movie hold up? Well, honestly…yes.

Mind you, Power Rangers the movie (does it have a proper name? I wouldn't know) isn't high art or anything. But it's probably better than anyone expected when they heard about this movie in the first place.

This movie does a good job at striking a balance between recreating the original show and doing its own thing. Part of that is due to the media transfer (we can't tell the same kind of story in a show and a movie), but part of that is clearly a creative effort on the part of the crew.

So, the aesthetic is something most people have been critical of. "The suits look bad", and so on and so forth. Honestly, I'm on the fence on this one, but I have to admit that it's the only Power Rangers we could have gotten in 2017. I mean, look at the Flash in those Justice League trailers. This is just what's in vogue. I don't mind the suits, honestly.

No, if we're going to talk bad aesthetics, I have to point out that this movie is another victim of the "MAKE EVERYTHING DARK" trend of this decade. And I don't mean "dark" as in "serious and gritty". The movie has a fairly light tone overall, if you look at it honestly, but the color palette is washed out and the brightness is dialed down way more than it needs to be. That's an issue.

But aside from that, the adaptation strikes in world building as well. And that's actually my favorite part of it. We get backstory for Zordon and Rita (which I fully approve of), they worked in the Zeo Crystal as a plot device that's more than a McGuffin to give the Rangers new powers. Oh, and of course, the Green Power Ranger is already established here (although saved for the potential sequel), and Rita is given a connection to it that she didn't have in the original show. They even thought to explain why the Zords are modeled after prehistoric creatures!

It makes the world feel a lot more cohesive, rather than the "let's just pick a Super Sentai series to adapt and invent a connection" method that formed the plot of the original Power Rangers seasons. Not that I don't understand why the original series had to do it, but it's good to see that they decided to up the storytelling game for the remake instead of relying purely on the franchise name and nostalgia value.

Speaking of storytelling, the plot. After some backstory to the time Rita first wreaked havoc on earth, we skip to present day, and meet our teenagers with attitude, all the while witnessing Rita's return. It's a pretty standard hero's journey, if we have five heroes who stand almost (almost) on equal footing and follow a similar path.

Most of the movie is spent with the Rangers first finding out about their powers, then, once they meet Zordon and Alpha (i.e. the mentor figures), trying to master them. All the while, we cut back to Rita's progress. It's better than it sounds.

Allow me to elaborate. First, we spend a considerable amount of time introducing the protagonists before they're even chosen to be Rangers. Second, they don't just get picked by Zordon; instead, they actively make their way into becoming Rangers, first by finding the Power Coins, then by seeking out answers as to why these coins gave them the abilities they have. Active protagonists! It's important to have them.

Third, while Rita's earlier scenes are fairly standard and mostly serve to establish her motivation, powers (and rules thereof), and the threat she poses, she doesn't stay separate from the Rangers forever. She does clash with them halfway through the second act, gives them a more personal reason to fight than saving the world, all that jazz. Not that they weren't on board beforehand, but it's important.

Because…see, these Rangers have actual characters instead of being blobs who each wears a different color. They have personal conflicts, and while they're not exactly all resolved by the end of the movie (which is probably a tad overconfident by counting on sequels), they do progress. The Rangers make the right decision to save the world, but giving them a personal stake is what gives them resolve to fight the final battle. This is good, it's exactly how you should blend character motivation with heroism.

Speaking of personal conflicts, let's talk about these teenagers for a moment. The phrase "teenagers with attitude" associated with the show (which I already quoted above) is much more applicable here, when…you know, the protagonists actually have issues instead of being perfect role models. I understand that different times mean different sensibilities and I guess the original cast was more palatable to the 90s, but I'm glad about the change.

So we have Jason, the red ranger and leader of the group. He's the gold star athlete student of Angel Grove—big enough to be in the local papers, apparently. His issue is…basically an existential crisis of "is this what I want, or what everyone else wants from me?" Well, kind of. He's already past this issue at the start of the movie, since we meet him in the middle of acting up. I guess his conflict is actually more trying to reconcile the two, putting the things he's good at (i.e. leadership) to the service of something he actually wants to do (being a Power Ranger) instead of something he's expected to do. It works…mostly because he's definitely a little more central than the rest of the crew. Which is a negative point on the movie. I'm sorry, but you have a diverse cast, and you choose to focus on the white boy? Boo.

But on the plus side, this is a conflict we've seen done a lot, and I think this movie manages to do something new with it. Mostly by being more subtle about it. It lets the movie avert clichés (you know, the "No, dad, it's your dream!" speech), and it makes the whole progression feel a lot more natural when it's all understated. When the Rangers bond together, he doesn't even need to say his problem, because everyone knows. Including us. It's almost meta in its self-awareness.

Moving on. Kimberly is the pink ranger, and while I mentioned that all out protagonists are flawed and have conflict, she's the only one who's actually done something bad. In two words: revenge porn. Yeah. It's pretty bad. But…she owns up to having done something terrible, and grows from it. It's sort of put aside rather than actively being resolved, but again, I think this is more because the crew expected sequels. Oh, also, that kiss between her and Jason from the trailer was cut out of the movie. No romance here. Apparently focus tests finally showed that an unnecessary straight romance wasn't something people wanted!

Zack and Trini, the black and yellow rangers, are the least developed members of the team, by virtue of being the last to even show up in the movie. Not that they lack personality, mind you. If anything, them being a little harder to decipher feels intentional, since Zack stays out of school to take care of his sick mother, and Trini is "the new girl" (who's been here a year, but that's just details) and kind of self-ostracized, in a "don't let them in, don't let them see" kind of way.

They're still both pretty enjoyable characters. Zack is the brash comic relief archetype most of the time, but seeing his sweet side with his mother was a nice addition to the trope (also, having him speak Chinese, I approve). Trini is implied to be some shade of not straight, although I think the cries of "yellow ranger is gayyyy" were a bit exaggerated. More importantly, she's the one Rita chooses to go after first because she's more guarded than the others…and Trini does the right thing and ask for her team's help. Just like with Jason, it's a subdued kind of character development that I like a lot. No one goes "wow, you trust us now?" like it's some kind of grand change. She just trusts her team, and the others accept it. I like that. Also, she calls out her younger brothers' casual sexism, that's cool too.

Which leaves us with Billy, who I think is pretty unanimously the audience favorite. One, he's a black autistic guy, unambiguously so, which is already pretty rare. Two, his autism actually feels…you know, real. It's consistent, it shows itself in symptoms that make sense, but it also doesn't define all of Billy's character. His interests are his own, even if they express differently because of his autism. And three, and perhaps most importantly, he's the group's emotional core. That's pretty groundbreaking as far as autistic characters go.

And I don't mean he's the poor autistic kid that everyone feels pity to and therefore stick together to help—he's an active participant in it. He's the one who discovers the Power coins and gets several of the other protagonists involved (he definitely brought Jason, attracted Zack's attention, and I think Trini also followed him to the quarry), he's the first to embrace that they're Rangers and a team and he's the one who works to make everyone else work together. So hey, that was nice.

As for Rita…she's a little bit of a mixed bag. First is the whitewashing issue, on which I will…choose to remain cautiously silent aside from mentioning that, yes, Rita Repulsa was originally portrayed by a Japanese woman by virtue of all her footage being dubbed over from a Japanese show, and the movie cast Elizabeth Banks as her. Make of that what you will.

She is the biggest aesthetic departure from the original, which is partly because of her retconned backstory, but frankly? I think it's probably for the best because of the aforementioned whitewashing. Maybe my standards are low, but at least she's not trying to pretend like she is Machiko Soga at all. If you get my drift. And if you don't: I mean Hollywood loves to pass white people as Japanese (or other Asian ethnicities).

Far from me to claim I have a final say on this issue, of course.

But as a character on her own, I actually liked her a lot. She felt threatening in a way show!Rita never really did, probably because, you know, she actually does things instead of staying cozy on the moon and sending monsters to do her work. They established her powers more clearly, which is good, because rules means we know what she can do and we can feel the threat she poses, instead of having her pull random shit at us.

And yet, in spite of having a more threatening villain (including her underlings) and higher stakes (i.e. world annihilation, more or less), the movie manages to retain its light tone I previously mentioned. Which is…hit or miss (the very first present-day scene includes a particularly tasteless joke, if you ask me), but it's still less cringey than the original show, while keeping with its spirit.

So overall, I'd say the Power Rangers movie is a pretty successful adaptation. If we must keep readapting everything in the name of nostalgia, I hope we get more work like this. I wouldn't be too optimistic about it, though.

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Name: Evelyn Faith Guerrero

Date of Birth: February 27, 1990

Color: Cyan

FC: Shay Mitchell

“I became who I needed.”

Evelyn Guerrero was an island baby, born in a small province in the Philippines. Her parents’ love story was a cliche one in fact, her mother was a nurse, but also a translator for the U.S. army and there, her father was a soldier who was part of the rescue aid mission due to a terrible typhoon that hit her mother’s province. During the lengthy rebuilding process of the community, the two eventually fell in love and it led to Evelyn being born. Deciding to give their daughter the best lifestyle and opportunities that they can provide, her parents made the conscious decision to raise her abroad and this meant that her mother had to leave everything she had behind and start a new life in the States. Growing up, Evelyn’s family was constantly moving from state to state due to her father’s deployment, but the three of them eventually resided at Angel Grove when Eve was six and it became her home ever since. Her mother took up multiple part time jobs to help provide for the family, but once they settled in the quaint town, she decided to finish her schooling to earn the proper credentials to become a nurse at their local hospital.

Growing up, Evelyn loved her parents just as they loved her, but their constant absence due to their careers led her to not only be independent, but question why they were even a family. Every time they were home altogether, her parents were constantly arguing or not acknowledging each other’s presence. The older she got, the more she realized that maybe they were not a family anymore and at any given moment she expected the two to separate. However, nothing happened, probably because of their financial stability along with the fact that they didn’t want to abandon their daughter and their perfect family picture. They were known around Angel Grove, becoming heroes of their own and making a difference, from sacrificing their life for this country, to saving others lives for a living—it would be a shame for the Guerrero family to fall apart as a whole. Therefore, in the end, Evelyn chose to ignore it. She could see where her parents were coming from and as wrong as they were, she could never sway their decision.

While her parents drowned with their stubbornness, Evelyn invested in her independence and did her own thing. She kept up with her grades, her social groups, stayed involved with extracurricular activities and sports teams, and so all throughout high school she kept herself busy. However, during those four years she felt like she was missing something and no, it wasn’t the fact that she didn’t have a functional family. It was that she lacked purpose and direction—she was stuck in limbo and played it safe, which led her to not knowing what she wanted to do in the future. It was when she reached her senior year that Evelyn realized she wanted out of Angel Grove. There was nothing here for her and so she decided that right after senior year she was going to leave, with a fresh start without anything and anyone holding her back and that’s what she did.

Leaving Angel Grove gave her the chance to build her own character, but as a Guerrero, the need to make a difference seemed to reflect in herself. Evelyn ended up following her mother’s footsteps by pursuing a career in the medical field. She moved to Chicago and became a paediatrician, but decided to do a fellowship in Emergency Medicine which led her to being stationed in the ER at Chicago Medical Hospital. It was challenging and it wasn’t routine based. Something new happened everyday and no matter how big or small the injury was, the fact that she was capable of saving or helping one’s life was enough for her. Two years after gaining her position, she received a call from her mother letting her know that her father received a serious head injury during his deployment. Although her relationship with her parents was strained, they were still a family and so she made the conscious effort and sacrifice in returning to Angel Grove while asking for a transfer at their hospital. Ever since she came back, her initial reaction was that she’d feel the need to leave again and how this wasn’t her home. However, it turned out to be the complete opposite as she felt compelled to stay and it wasn’t because of her career or her family, it was more than that. The strange visions and dreams she’s been receiving were becoming more realistic and after searching for the truth and discovering the Nexus, Evelyn couldn’t believe that she was a part of something big. Being a ranger changed her life for the better, like the purpose she was searching for many years ago finally came to an end. She became who she needed to be, more importantly who she wanted to be.

#shay mitchell #power rangers rp #oc rp #new rp #superhero rp #characters #female

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irkallanprince · 6 years

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SPORES (Chapter Three)

Fandom: Power Rangers (2017 movie) Rating: T Warnings: Canon typical violence, discussion of sex, FROG MONSTER! Sexual situations (nothing explicit), mild language Relationships: Billy Cranston/Jason Scott; Kimberly Hart/Trini

Jason and Zack head to the Command Center to tell Zordon of Billy and Kimberly's strange behavior, while Kimberly and Trini's date goes horribly wrong.

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It was after school finally. Jason had been thinking about ‘the incident’ with Billy this morning, and while in a twisted way it was kind of hot, realistically he knew this wasn’t good. Billy wasn’t in his classes. He could only assume he’d skipped the rest of the day after not getting what he wanted out of Jason.

He was headed to his truck when he’d intercepted Zack. Finally, someone he could tell. He tried texting Kimberly and Trini earlier but neither one of them were responding, and truth be told he didn’t know how to properly describe it through text. Maybe it was better in person anyway?

“Zack! Hey man don’t go yet.” He said, calling out to him, ushering him over to the truck. The tall, handsome Asian tugged his bag on his shoulder as he shifted direction toward him.

“Hey have you seen Billy at all today?”

“Nah. Aren’t you guys connected at the hip these days? Or uh… elsewhere?” He teased. Jason just gave him a stern look followed by an eyeroll.

“No we haven’t done… you know what, that’s not the point. Something weird happened this morning.” He answered in an exasperated tone.

“He came in the locker room and he was super aggressive. He uh… grabbed me. Know what I’m saying?” Jason added. Zack just mused and gave a shrug.

“Sounds to me like he’s ready for elsewhere after all.” He teased. Jason shook his head.

“No because… I know Billy. This was different. He wasn’t himself. And when I told him to hold off he got angry. Destroyed a locker and ran off. Used his powers in public.” Jason said, visibly worried. Zack clicked his tongue and thought back to his own morning.

“I mean… this might not be anything buuuut… Kim was acting a little different. Came into our first period class looking FIONE as hell. I mean… normally she’s hot but like… there was something different. Made out with Trini. Damn near made Ms. Appleby piss herself. She was aggressive too I guess.” He said.

Jason furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the little watch Billy had given the five of them. He’d worked with Alpha to build them a teleportation device so that they didn’t have to constantly trek up the mountainside and jump into the water every time they wanted to go to the command center.

“Maybe it’s nothing. But it might also be something and if there’s a chance I’m gonna check it out. We should go see Zordon.”

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It would seem the quarry was the rangers go to spot. There was a nice little spot overlooking the town with a waterfall, and you could see the dig site not terribly far away. If the rangers had a watchtower, this would be it. But it also had its romantic qualities. At night, the sky was clearest up here. Jason took Billy here all the time, or so he told Kimberly. It was why even though she was under the influence of these strange spores causing her to act completely out of her Id, she still thought it would be the perfect spot for alone time with Trini.

The two laid on their backs staring up at the sky. It was still mid-afternoon, the sky was blue. It was a surprisingly non overcast day in Angel Grove for once. Trini had been alone with her girlfriend many times before but this time it felt different. Kimmie felt… dangerous. In a fun way. In a sexyway. It excited her and frightened her all at once. But Kimberly was just full of surprises.

Suddenly Kimberly sat up, tugging off her jacket as she gazed down at the jagged rocks below. She smirked as she stood up, walking to the edge of the cliff. Trini didn’t think much of it at first. They had superpowers. They could take care of themselves. But she was sure they had limits that they’d not explored yet.

“You ever think about death now that we… you know… have a harder time dying?” Kimberly said in a strange voice, turning her body just slightly as she began to walk along the side of the cliff with her boots criss crossing in front of one another. Trini had to admit she was starting to get a little shaken.

“All the time. I mean… just because we cheated it once or twice don’t mean our card’s never gonna come up, Kimmie.” She said, slowly pulling herself to her feet. She too looked over the cliff face, seeing the jagged upward turned rocks below, gazing up at them like twisted knives waiting to claim a victim.

“Look at them, Trini. Doesn’t it make you squirm? Thinking about what it would be like to fall on them? Your guts being ripped from your body as you’re impaled?” She said in almost a dark fashion. She turned, facing away from the edge of the cliff with her back to it, peering at Trini from the corner of her eye.

“We’ve jumped from cliffs before. Into water. But I want to know just how invincible we are. I want to know if I’m a god. Because we can be gods, Trini. The only thing we lack…” She said, giving her a wink.

“...is a leap of faith.” She said, letting herself fall back. Trini screamed and in a flash, used the speed she was granted from the Morphing Grid to catch her and pull her back. The two fell back and rolled. Trini was panting, scared for Kim’s life. But Kim? She was cackling.

“Fuck! What a fucking rush!” She grinned wildly. Trini looked up at her, concerned and scared.

“What the FUCK, Kim?!” She screamed, holding back tears. Kim just gave a snarky little pout.

“Awww baby… I was just trying to get our adrenaline going. I mean… don’t ya feel all scared and… sexy now?” She smirked, kissing her softly. Trini relented once their lips touched, groaning as she felt Kimberly’s fingers trailing softly down her body. But before they could reach any fun destination, an unholy screech resonated through the air. The two looked up from where they lay and locked eyes with a large, ugly frog monster. Kim sneered, rolling to her feet.

“Well this fuck is even fuglier in the daylight.” She mused. And she was correct. The toad was about eight feet tall. Slimy as all hell. It was colored brightly, greens and yellows and reds, just like those cute but deadly frogs from the rainforests. But this one was not cute.

“You’ve seen this thing before?” Trini asked. Suddenly Kimberly remembered she never told anyone about it.

“Oops. Uh… I was gonna tell Zordon. I just forgot?” She smirked. Still, Kimberly ran carelessly at the creature, who hopped out of the way and snapped its whip-like tongue at her back, sending her flying against the rockwall.

“Kim! What the hell?! Uh… Morph?” Trini said, dodging a whip tongue attack of her own. She mumbled ‘It’s Morphin’ Time!’ under her breath and transformed mid-roll, and by the time she was one her feet, her energy daggers had manifested in her hands and she was slashing toward the frog.

Trini got a few good slashes, the monster screaming and flailing as it tried to fight back. She smiled under her mask as she felt herself get the upper hand. But then, in jumps a STILL unmorphed Kimberly, punching and kicking.

“KIM. MORPH.” Trini shouted, not understanding why Kimberly was just so damn reckless today. She wasn’t even fighting with any sense of discipline, like all her training went out the window. She was just fighting like some punk.

But the distraction of a reckless Kimberly was all the creature needed to get a one up on them again. It quickly knocked Kim back again, and its mouth suddenly opened impossibly wide. Suddenly the creature’s tongue whipped toward Kimberly with a purpose.

It was going to eat Kimberly.

Acting fast, because she was the only one morphed and figured her body could take more, Trini jumped in front of Kimberly. The creatures tongue found itself snaking around her instead, tightening like a python. Sparks started to shoot from her suit as it dragged her toward its mouth. Kimberly jumped up again, trying to pull Trini back, but the tongue was stronger. Suddenly, the monster had somehow swallowed her up.

“Trini!!!” Kimberly yelled, somehow experiencing a moment of lucidity. She was prepared to launch herself back into action, but the monster jumped over the cliff’s edge. Kimberly peered over in a panic, but there was nothing there. Just those same jagged rocks as before.

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