#mad makes

Picrews of various MatPat/Theory Egos as cats, specifically Tabaxi (DND)

[Top row, left to right: AntiMatter, The Hermit, Mack

Second Row, left to right: Ness, BendyPat

Third Row, left to right: Theory Head, The Detective, MadPat]

There's always someone on the bridge. Its part of the sleep-shifts they take. Sleep-shifting doesn't just become common but necessary, especially after Dark Spector captures Karone the second time

TJ - 29, Ashley, Cassie, Carlos - 26, Karone - 22, Zhane - 17, Andros - 16

Andros is the younger brother, not the older brother. He just gives off those vibes. He's also misremembering when Karone got taken

Andros can't sleep unless he feels safe, it's a side effect of being by himself and on the run for so long. He only feels safe around Zhane. Ashley works in a pinch, maybe Carlos, but not TJ or Cassie

On that note: If the other rangers happen to see Andros asleep, they kinda just leave him alone unless it's urgent, especially after Zhane left to go assist the remaining KO-35 survivors.

Andros doesn't like loud noises

Carlos is the team's second in command by technicality (for example: him controling V-2) but if Andros isn't there or can't lead them for whatever reason, the team defaults to T.J. as he was their Red before

T.J. had a lot of issues taking orders at first because he'd been the Red for his team before, and because Andros is so young

The team tends to forget that Andros has been fighting the war against Dark Specter since he received his morpher

Ashley really did like Andros and have a crush on him, but he's way too young for her and he's obviously head over heels for Zhane

On the note of relationships - Andros/Zhane (childhood friends to lovers), Ashley/Carlos (fake to real relationship), T.J./Cassie (slow burn)

"Anxiety~, it's time to play~."

"I don't even know who I am outside of these stupid strings!"

"I'm falling to pieces, Patton! I'm coming apart at the seams!"

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Here's what i got! Please excuse the poor quality.

This is also a piece you're gonna have to forgive me for, I don't know anything about them. We'll see where this gets us lol

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Jason sits on a rock overlooking a small pond. He watches the water with critical, but haunted eyes. He wants, more than anything, for peace and quiet.

He's lucky he gets quiet.

Jason hears the screams again. He hears them even when his eyes are open. He hears them at night when the nightmares take hold. He hears them when his mind wanders and take him back to that fateful day everything changed.

Jason had been awake when Billy was killed. Contrary to the belief that he wasn't, and was therefore spared the pain of hearing Billy's death. Jason had heard. Jason had heard the sword stab Billy's chest, Jason had heard Billy's lungs fill with blood, Jason had heard Billy choke on his blood as it suffocated him, crawling up his throat to smother him. Jason had heard it all, and Jason can hear it when he's not distracted. The images of Billy dying, of Billy meeting his eyes as the light Jason had adored dimmed and was extinguished- those memories still haunt him, even all these years later.

Jason curses the day Tommy came to Angel Grove.

"Jase?" calls a familiar voice.

Jason doesn't turn, despite knowing who it was, and likely what they wanted.

"Hey, man, you okay up there?"

"Jason, please, come down."

Jason doesn't move. The screaming still echoes. Someone touches his shoulder and Jason reacts without thinking. He grabs the wrist and yanks, bringing Bulk into his vision.

"Whoa, hey!" Bulk says, "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

Kim comes up on Jason's other side. "Jase, it's okay," she says. "We're here. We know."

Because Kim had been there too, the day Billy died. Kim, just like Jason, can hear the screams as well. Unbidden, Jason's eyes fill with tears and he tries to hold them back. He feels like he's been handed a pamphlet that says, "Congratulations, you survived the war! Now live with the trauma!"

"Jase," Kim says. She kneels to his level, looking him in the eyes. Bulk squats to be below him, looming at him with eyes so soft, Jason almost can't believe Bulk ever bullied the Rangers back in school. "Jase, talk to us," Kim pleads.

"Please, Jason," Bulk adds.

Kim offers him a smile. Jason's emotions burst like a waterbaloon, and the tears come flooding down. Kim drags him into a hug, and Jason grips her dirt-stained jean jacket as if he'd float away if he didn't keep hold. Bulk wraps his arms around both of them and holds on just as tight.

Jason sobs, cries long and hard, pouring his grief into his tears and crying. The tears drip onto Kim's shoulder, but she says nothing. Rubbing his back, Kim hums a gentle song. She just sits there and lets him cry, lets him grieve. Bulk squeezes Jason's shoulder, says nothing. They both offer their gentle comfort and all the kindness this world will allow.

"It's okay, Jase," Kim whispers.

"You're alright, Jason," Bulk echoes.

"You don't have to be alone anymore."

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