♡ ᵗʳᵒᵘᵇˡᵉˢᵒᵐᵉ ♡ @trcublemckers - Tumblr Blog

HELLO !! welcome to the side blog of @msppotts featuring the OC children of my ships. this is dedicated to LOW ACTIVITY / PRIVATE / ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.

about the mun: GINGER / SHE & HER / 25+ / GMT+2 / NON-NATIVE SPEAKER. For my own personal comfort, I will only interact with the muns of age eighteen & above. This is a hate-free blog. I will never participate in spreading any form of anon hate, as well as I will never reblog or otherwise spread any signs of cancel & call-out culture. Writing is my hobby and a form of escapism & I refuse to invade my space here with negativity.

This blog features:

♡ Sophie Isabella Beck // daughter of Pepper Potts & Quentin Beck ♡ Rachel Alexandra Hogan // daughter of Pepper Potts & Happy Hogan ♡ Jamie Melissa Hogan // daughter of Pepper Potts & Happy Hogan ♡ Emma Lilliene Hogan // daughter of Pepper Potts & Happy Hogan ♡ Evelyn Roberta Rhodes // daughter of Pepper Potts & James Rhodes

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@letthepowerprotectyou

#❛ ᵈʸⁿ ♡ forever is the sweetest con ╱ （ ʳᵃᶜʰᵉˡ & ʲᵃˢᵒⁿ ）

When the twins hop on the trends 😭😂❤

@wormholxtreme

#⁽ ᵠᵘᵉᵘᵉ ⁾#wormholxtreme

Rachel, texting: Daddy, I've had a baby.

Happy, texting back: 👍

@wormholxtreme

#❛ ᶦⁿ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ╱ （ ʳᵃᶜʰᵉˡ ）#i had to make a post 😃#wormholxtreme

“Daddy?” Rachel opened her parent’s bedroom door gently and by the sound of her tiny feet tapping against the floor she strated towards the bed. “Daddy?” She whispered again, tugging on the blanket softly. “Daddy, wake up. I made you a birthday cupcake.”

birthday shenanigans with the hogans 💖, @wormholxtreme

#wormholxtreme #UWU I EVEN HOPPED ON TO DO THIS :D

𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓹𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝔂𝓸𝓾: ♡ the leader

Jason had been a tad bit more silent than before. There was a lot going on in the mind of the leader of the Power Rangers stemming from the fact that joining the military meant no longer doing the thing he loved the most - which was being a Ranger and defending earth.

However, with his father’s cancer taking a turn for the worse, his mother scrambling to keep the house afloat with mounting bills and raising his little sister Molly, it seemed to be the right thing to do. Joining the USMC meant he’d be able to help financially, albeit from a distance, and still defend the country.

For the first month only Zordon, Zack and Rachel knew about his decision to join the military and his pending resignation from the power team. While Zack hated to see him leave he supported him and assured him they would remain best friends no matter the geography. The only thing left was to find a suitable replacement. Richie and a guy from his martial arts team(Rocky DeSantis were contenders for the Tyrannosaurus coin.

Scarlet red t-shirt damped with sweat, lungs huffing for air, sweat beads running from his cheeks, the athlete swallowed a gulp of water from his bottle and joined her on the bench.“ Hey, Rach. I’m alright – just trying to get ready for boot camp. Tommy’s still mad at me for not telling him right away.”

Rachel's gaze followed the outline of his body when Jason approached her and took a spot on the bench with her. She smiled, not fully realizing what he says until the moment of silence has occurred and it hit her that the answer would probably be appreciated.

"Em," her lips parted and she shook her head to wake up back into reality. "Of course, he is." Rachel nodded her head. "You guys," she began as if she wasn't part of the team but that's just how she perceived herself. She wasn't a part of the original six. She was just an added element. Even her color wasn't the primary one. Meaning her power source was created using the particles of Jason and Billy's. Well, not exactly theirs, but historically speaking there's where the purple coin must've come from.

"You guys are like his family. This team is what's given him the true sense of home. And now everyone's leaving, pursuing their own dreams. Things are changing way too quickly, and to be honest, it scares me too." Eventually, Rachel admitted, looking up to meet with Jason's gaze. She wasn't typically the one delving into her feelings openly, and that's probably why they clicked so well, but during the times like this, she felt the need to be open about it because something was telling her there might not be another chance.

"I was contemplating the whole thing, and I don't think I can make it work with the university. Yes, I am still staying in California, but not at Angel Grove. I feel like such a failure." And she honestly did. It actually weighed on her shoulders so much that she had to look to the side because she couldn't bear looking at him.

Fidgeting with her fingers, Rachel tried to find the stable ground under her feet, again. "I cannot help but feel like everything's falling apart beneath my hands. I dunno, maybe I am overacting, but it's so hard to maintain any personal life and yet stay dedicated to our duty. No one prepared us for this, and now I feel as if we were so easily replaceable. I know this planet needs her protectors. I was growing up with Avengers being literally members of my family, but it feels so, I don't know, weird to me. The whole: drop-outs are gone, let's find someone else to fill the void."

#❛ ᶦⁿ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ╱ （ ʳᵃᶜʰᵉˡ ）#letthepowerprotectyou

𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓱𝓸𝓵𝔁𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮: ――― ♡ baby brother

Brook crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at his sister passed out in front of her textbooks. High school looked like it was going to be a nightmare. The boy sighed peering closer to her, looking for those little blemishes that separated Rachel from her more sarcastic twin.

Had it been Jamie, Brook would have ran to get Lilly. They were waiting for any opportunity to get Jamie back for a little prank she pulled with warm water and shaving cream. But Rachel didn’t deserve to be caught in the crossfire of their little jokes on one another. His lips curled to one side as he laid judgement on the sleeping sister and decided Jamie would never be caught dead studying.

He moved, pulling the quit their grandmother had made that laid across the back of the couch and draped it around her shoulders.

Be young, have fun! They said but never added how incredibly demanding it is to maintain the social life, family life, and studies. It has become difficult, and to be quite honest, Rachel found herself spiraling but kept it for herself because someway, somehow she's got the oldest child complex, despite being literally just three minutes older than that menace to a society called her twin sister.

From time to time, she wished she'd inherit her mother's durability against stress and the skillsets that'd make her finish the projects without dozing off within the first three hours. Jamie's won that. With Rachel, well, instead she's got their father's shut-off personality that only made her keep all that for herself, instead of worrying her family or friends about the fact that she is burnt out.

She's fallen asleep with the biology book stabbing her hip, anytime Rachel moved a bit but her tired-out body couldn't care less. Sleep was needed.

However, she wiggled back to reality when she felt the heaviness of the blanket around her body. Rubbing her eyes, Rachel sat back down, trying to adjust to the duskiness of the living room. "Oh, hey." Her voice came out a little raspy when she saw her brother standing there, but smiled at him.

"Thank you, bro. Heh, cannot believe I nodded off like that again, ugh." She sighed. "Do you know what time is it?" The brunette wondered but soon a frown settled on her face when she looked up at Brooklyn. "Come here." She urged, tugging on his arm until he didn't sit down beside her.

Sliding her hand under his chin, she forced him to move his head to the side so she could give a better look at the bruise on his cheek already changing colors. "Who did that? And don't lie. Are those jerks bullying you again? Just tell me. I will kick their asses into oblivion. Did you tell mom and dad?" Her frown only deepened. "Of course, you didn't."

#❛ ᶦⁿ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ╱ （ ʳᵃᶜʰᵉˡ ）#wormholxtreme #awww protective big sis

𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓱𝓸𝓵𝔁𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮: ♡ daddy dearest

A brow flicked in the young girl’s direction as he watched the only natural redheaded Hogan struggle to climb up the barstool and position herself on the counter. He would let his facial expression show the judgmental thought that crossed his mind. That thought being how weird his youngest was.

Then again, with adopted kids being super powered, radioactive, experimented on heroes, the climbing up on counters should seem normal. There was just always something about Lilly that made everyone take a second look. She was a beautiful, happy girl. Kind and sweet. But he’d witnessed first hand how at even such a young age there was something about her not to be messed with.

“You gonna be my helper today baby Red?” he asked endearingly as he began chopping the vegetables.

She was told she will be tall because she had already overgrown her older siblings to what they used to be like at her age, but somehow it still wasn't enough to reach the top of the kitchen counter comfortably. And so logically - to her - Lilly pulled out the barstool and climbed up.

She couldn't miss the quizzical look in her father's eyes. Well, she was well adjusted to them by now. Not from him, specifically, but from the rest of the world. However, instead of growing insecure, Lilly embraced her differences. That's what a loving household does.

She quickly observed the ingredients and reached for the olive oil on the counter. "I'd be honored to help you, dad. However, this isn't the best choice." Shaking the bottle in her hand slightly, Lilly placed it back where it originally was. Literally where it originally was. She didn't mind chaos, despite her passion for order, but she believed if something had a place, then it should be exactly where it belongs. Her OCD didn't creep in often, but occasionally it did manifest.

"Virgin oils are cold-pressed, meaning they were manufactured to be used raw. They don't handle high temperatures. So I'd advise using a different kind for this dish. An animal fat would most likely work the best because the glycerine carries the taste, but with mom, you probably wouldn't get a pass. And to be quite honest, I am not sure you are going to impress Brooklyn here, either when I see the eggs in the bowl. He was leaning towards veganism the last few weeks." Biting the insides of her mouth, Lilly looked up with her big brown eyes and gave her dad a big smile. Well, in fact, it seemed like she is always smiling.

"But what I know. I am only ten years, three months, and four days old." She added quickly and innocently shrugged her shoulders.

#❛ ᶦⁿ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ╱ （ ˡᶦˡˡʸ ）#wormholxtreme #oops this got longer than i thought :D <3

𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓱𝓸𝓵𝔁𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮: ♡ my sunshine girl

Wrapped up in her baggy comfy clothes, the long pants and hoodie that matched the same pair Sophie wore, Kaylee cuddled up in the bay window. Bitch 1 and Bitch 2 being the only difference on them. The blonde wrapped her arms around the redhead’s middle, resting her chin on Sophie’s shoulder. Kaylee didn’t need the blankets or warm clothes much. Her temperature could always increase on a mere whim, but the chill in the air made it that much more comfortable to be curled up under a blanket.

Kay still used her powers to increase her core temperature, acting as a mock radiator, her heat kept inside the blanket to keep Sophie warm too.

“Looks like the storm is gonna take a while. I could fly out there, try to repair whatever took the power out.” Kaylee offered, but watching the snow pile on the window, it was almost peaceful to stay here. “Ooooor we can light some candles and you can bust out those taro cards of yours.” Kay grinned.

A content sigh left Sophie's lips when Kaylee snuggled closer. She followed the instinct telling her to wrap her arms around her best friend as well. They were a part of each other lives since the moment they were born, and so the whole scene didn't seem as intimately as it might appear to a total stranger.

The heavy clouds of snow falling from the sky made Sophie realize that Christmas is around the corner. She felt sentimental towards the holidays but in a heartwarming way. It meant more time with her loved ones.

However, Kaylee's reaction towards the nature raging behind the windows forced Sophie to shake her head and roll her eyes a bit. "You don't have to fix every single thing in the world, baby girl." She said, tugging Kay closer with a huff, but pulled away to look into her best friend's ocean blue eyes and then grinned.

"That sounds like a good thing to do, actually." Soph winked before she convinced herself promptly to kick off her blanket and walk over to the commode on the other side of the living room to pull out the package with the cards.

She shuffled them together, rolling her between her fingers in one swift movement. "So, what will be asking about today?"

#❛ ᶦⁿ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ╱ （ ˢᵒᵖʰᶦᵉ ）#wormholxtreme #my softies <3

Ain't it funny how nothing changes, yet everything feels so different? Rachel thought for herself when she saw Jason sitting at the bench by the side of the running track behind the school's building. He's always been a team player rather than a lone wolf. At least that's how she's known him, but it didn't occur to her until now, that part of him was always lonely. He didn't tell her what it was. He never talked much about things outside their duty and the future of the team. But she knew there's something. She couldn't truly put her finger on it, but she was taught by her father to trust her gut feelings. And her gut feelings were telling Rachel that there's something going on with Jason Scott.

Nothing changed between them since that weekend off in the mountains, however, she felt like the foundation of their friendship strengthened after that moment. Yes, she knew he applied to the military. And no, she wasn't near as thrilled as the others might be about it. She had never gotten a chance to meet her uncle Phil because the service messed him up to the point where he's rather taken his own life away. Aged nineteen. This all hit too close to home.

Partially, Rachel knew that her concerns are unreasonable. They all had faces dangers far bigger as the Power Rangers, but she's found consolation in the fact that they've got each other's back. But like this? He'd be there alone. She couldn't help him. And part of her felt like he wouldn't ask for help, either.

"Hey," She announced herself softly, putting one of her legs over the surface of the bench and sitting astride down. "How was the run, champ?"

for jason // @letthepowerprotectyou

#❛ ᶦⁿ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ╱ （ ʳᵃᶜʰᵉˡ ）#letthepowerprotectyou

Richie wasn't necessarily bashful when it came to girls or asking them out. But Trini gained herself a better status than being 'just another girl'. She was sweet and brilliant and outbursting with ideas and potential. He has never met a girl, a woman like that in his short life. She was worth so much more than he thought he could offer her, but he meant to ask her this for a while now. To hell with it, there isn't such a thing as right timing. Especially in Angel Grove, where every nice moment gets interrupted by some stupid attack.

The lump in his throat grew thicker, turning his already deep voice into an even deeper baritone. His palms were sweating while he was pushing the books into his locker, pretending he didn't see Trini standing nearby with her crew. Yeah, he was nervous. Luckily, hiding it painstakingly behind his confident appearance.

Richie was waiting for the rest of the kids to leave her, observing the situation with the corners of his eyes. When he sensed a good chance, he quickly approached Trini, calling out her name before he dared to touch her arm to catch up on her.

"Hey, Trini. I was meaning to ask you. Well, if you have someone to go to the prom with?"

for trini // @letthepowerprotectyou

#Superscript: ❛ ᶦⁿ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ╱ （ ʳᶦᶜʰᶦᵉ ）#letthepowerprotectyou

&&. TOMMY

The Dragon Ranger seemingly puzzled as the woman snatched a scarf from her nearby night table. Could she be into bondage? He sure as hell would like to think so. Unfortunately, those dreams were soon shattered when she revealed the true purpose behind the scarf.” Um…?“

If the hero granted her wish she’d know his ethnicity, she’d recognize his voice, and his long hair would be the deciding factor into uncovering his true identity. It was risky as hell but he came too far too stop now. Hell, while highly unlikely, his power could dissolve entirely during intercourse exposing him. Well, could there be a better way to lose his powers? Hell no.