Want to hear more headcanons and PR ideas of yours👁️👁️
IVE BEEN WAITING YEARS FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME ABOUT MY THEORIES!!!
Ok so I'm gonna bounce around from team to team so stay with me.
I can't remember if this one is completely canon but I know Dustin has at least a sister mentioned in the show, but I like to think he's has like an obscene amount of sisters. Like only boy with 3/4 sisters vibes.
When rangers have magic/civilian abilities I think it presents in more common ways. Like you can see it in the ninja storm rangers hobbies (sans Hunter and Blake), their connection to their element. I've seen @mayo-advance mention the Mystic rangers with this idea, like Chip having a constant static charge. Bridge having to keep his gloves to stop the bombardment of EVERYONES aura, Syds fists turning into iron when she feels defensive in regular conversation, if Z is distracted and trying to think/do too many things at once she accidentally duplicates herself. When Connor gets really excited about something, he vibrates like there's bees under his skin.
Similar to Syd, Ethans arms do the whole tricera-skin thing when he sees bullies in the hallways sometimes. For a while in the beginning, it would "flare up" around Connor bc Ethan a) didn't have a grasp on his powers and b) saw Connor as a mean jock/bully so his guard was automatically up.
The Ninja Storm team used to listen to Sk8er Boi by Avril in the van and hype Shane up.
Hunter and Blake share a really crappy apartment and live in a sketch area together. The Wind Rangers find out they have like two mattresses on the floor, stale chips, and a really crappy radio and they're like "oh heck no" and start to come over and slowly give them more stuff/make the place feel more like a home and less like an abandoned building. They try to make it seem seamless and unintentional because they don't want them to feel like insulted or something. Especially Hunter bc he's the oldest and feels responsible for Blake and doesn't want people to question his ability to provide for his brother, but Hunter feels proud when the other rangers start helping out because he can't give Blake a palace, but he can give him friends that care enough to be family and he thinks his parents would be proud of that.
The reason people never suspect rangers to be the rangers is bc most people assume they're one of 2 things. 1) in a poly relationship so the closeness isn't abnormal. 2) a really intense D&D group (particularly Disney seasons). Like when the rangers are talking oddly loud about "weird freaky dinosaur things in the forest" no one bats an eye bc "oh yeah, they must have started a new campaign" (Dino Thunder E2, 10:40, is a good example of this. no one bats an eye bc "man Ethan convinced Connor McKnight to play D&D?"), they immediately get a nerd pass.
Rangers who have been mind controlled still feel doubts to if they are in control of their own mind. Even years later they'll have moments of "is that me or is that [villian]?"
Not every ranger LOVED being a ranger. Many have tried to completely distance themselves from the ranger life and that's why they never come back to team ups unless absolutely necessary (legendary battle).
Also I think we glance past the fact that these are literal child soldiers.
The Shiba clan is lowkey evil. @mightymorphinconspiracythe5024 on YouTube has a video explaining his theory/headcanon but I really like it.
Color theory is HUGE in PR. I feel like that's a "yeah duh" statement but I also feel it's not discussed enough. A specific instance of this in my opinion is Chiley in Breaking Black (keep in mind I ship Chiley). For most of the episode (if not all), Riley is wearing a black long sleeve with green stripes and a green shirt peeking out underneath near the collar. I think this signifies the tie between Chase and Riley. Now, you can easily say I'm reading into things but that's boring so live a little. I think these little details do mean something, especially in a show like power rangers where character rarely, if ever, deviate from their one color.
Warnings/Notes: I finally posted an S.P.D. fanfic (and in 2025!). Light angst (from Reader misplacing something important), silliness (?), helpful!Sky, Z cameo, kiss mention.
Summary: Finished cleaning their room, Reader notices that they misplaced something. Will Sky's unexpected visit prove helpful?
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Life at Space Patrol Delta ran on a schedule. Trainings were essential, and downright necessary. Granted, life was not strict, but rules and regulations had to be followed and maintained. It was one of the main reasons why you were presently in your quarters.
"Phew." You ran a hand over the back of your neck, tilting your head from side to side to stretch it. After nearly an hour, or more, you were glad to be finished with your self-given chore.
Clothes had been folded and stored in their proper compartments. Personal belongings had been dusted, if needed, and reorganized to your liking. It was not as tedious as it could have been. For that, you were grateful. But again, it had to be done at some point, and having a quiet day with no emergencies helped tremendously.
Sitting back on your heels, you overlooked all of the progress you had made. It was a big improvement from the scattered piles of books and clothes. You had even found a sock that you thought was lost into the void forever. However, as you placed your hands on your hips, something felt different. Out of place.
All it took was one glance down for you to notice. Your eyes grew wide. Immediately, you inspected the floor around your personal space. Blood pressure rising, you patted all around your grey uniform. Surely, it could not have gotten far. There was no possible way that it could have, you had been in your room the entire time. And yet, your Delta Morpher was not within reach or in sight.
The soft swish of the entry door hardly registered in your mind as someone entered the room.
"You're still cleaning?" The voice of Sky Tate broke through your hastened state.
You looked up, catching his gaze inspecting the disarray of storage boxes littering across the floor to the desk and chair. "Oh, I finished," you said, your words winded from your frantic search.
He took a tentative step closer to you, and knelt down. "Then…what are you doing?" He asked slowly, confused.
With a scrunch of your face, you pulled a storage box of CDs and books over to you, debating on whether you should tell him. He may have been a stickler for rules, but you could always count on him for help of any kind. "I…can't find my Delta Morpher," you admitted in a low voice.
His eyes widened. Those light eyes of his caught the light in such a way that it was unfair. "You lost it?"
"Misplaced it," you corrected in a harsh whisper.
Sky watched silently for a few moments. The way you were frantically filling through your belongings was making even him feel uneasy. "Let me help you."
"What?" Your head whipped up away from the box, your focus on him completely.
"Let me help you look for it. I mean…your room is clean as it is, so it shouldn't be too hard, right?"
"Oh," you blinked, "okay. Yeah. You can look through there." You pointed at another storage box. "I may have been...testing those out…for personal research purposes before I put then away."
Sky unzipped the tote to find plush fabrics. "Are these all blankets?"
"You might be amazed by how many fit in there," you waved him off, returning your attention back to your previous task.
A couple of jumbo blankets and over a decade of CDs later, and there was still no sign of your Delta Morpher.
"This is ridiculous," you stressed, running a hand over your face.
"We'll find it eventually," Sky assured, refolding a blanket. "It could not have gotten far."
"What are you guys looking for?" Z asked, leaning against the open doorway.
"Uh…" You and Sky looked to each other. As if you could exchange thoughts, you squinted and quickly thought it over. "My Delta Morpher."
"Oh," she shrugged. "Have you tried calling it with Sky's?"
"No…" You looked to one another again as Z lined between the pair of you with a growing half-smile.
"It's a phone too," she said, hardly smothering her amusement. "Or did you forget that part?"
"Ugh," you groaned into your hands.
"In their defence, they were in a little bit of a panic," Sky reasoned, setting down the blanket he folded onto your bed.
"And your defence for not thinking of that solution is…?"
Narrowing his eyes at her, he grabbed his Morpher. "Alright, alright."
An all too familiar tone rang out. Abeit, muffled, but alerting you to your Morpher's presence nearby. Sky dropped down to your side. Pushing away a few of those storage boxes, a small colored light could be seen under your bed.
"How in the world…?" You asked aloud as you reached an arm under the furniture.
"You must have shoved it under there while you were moving stuff around. Accidentally, of course," Sky nodded. Flipping his Morpher close, he put a hand to your back as you sat up, Morpher in hand.
"I really did not need this level of stress today," you sighed.
Sky smiled at you. "But hey, at least your room is clean now."
"True," you nudged his arm playfully. "Thanks for helping me."
"No problem."
"Like, I could kiss you right now."
Sky's eyebrows shot up for a moment. "I don't think that's regulation…"
"I said could, not would."
"When were you going to tell me about your insane CD collection?" Z asked, peering into the box with curious eyes. Completely ignoring you and Sky's exchange.
Sky shook his head beside you. "Well…at least you're organized."
"For now," you murmured humorously.
