#apex protection

[smolandweirdwriter]

This is Strider! He’s a “wolf ambassador” from the nonprofit organization Apex Protection Project’s sanctuary in Acton, CA. He was rushed to the emergency room yesterday and is currently undergoing a plasma transfusion to stabilize him before he goes to another hospital for overnight care. Apex needs to raise $10,000 (a cost that is steadily rising!) to cover his medical needs.

Strider first came to Apex with a broken skull when his owner tried to kill him. He’s a beautiful and incredible example of perseverance and survival and a reminder of all that apex predators—and biodiversity in general—do for our planet! It’s up to us to help them! Please donate to Apex Protection Project on their website or their Instagram and help save Strider!

[naffeclipse]

I've been musing over a few thoughts inspired by this ask about a mafia-ish style of Apex Polarity without it being too close to Pearl Eye, and after watching a few videos of Orcas hunting their prey (which included dolphins), landed on a sort of Mafia inspired Apex Polarity AU

Also not to add another Y/N to Orclipse's growing collection but this Y/N is a white-beaked dolphin. Look! They're so beautiful!

Sirens are cunning, brutal, and take everything with teeth and claws. The strongest kill and maim at a whim. As a siren who's not particularly strong, though incredibly agile, with a tail streamlined and dark gray with white patches, fins curved and mostly black, you're somewhere at the bottom. You're doing your best to survive and avoid trouble. You pick your battles and you pick your escapes, and most importantly, you stay alive.

But then you do something really stupid: you venture where you shouldn't have.

You don't usually swim so far up north but you're hungry, and the thought of a few tasty squids distracts you from the silent waters and vast, blue emptiness. You realize a bit too late that you're not the only one hunting.

You catch the first orca siren in the distance as a dark figure, and then another. Two who immediately cut through the water, charging straight for you like shadows. Though you turn tail and bolt, you quickly spot them in the corner of your vision. They easily keep pace, their size and strength overwhelming as they flank you on both sides, wide grins flashing their deadly teeth. You can hardly look at the mismatched color of their eyes as you dodge and weave, diving down only to be cut off by one with midnight blue colors at the tip of his flukes, and shooting off to the left just to almost be snatched by the black-bone claws of a siren with bright yellow fins framing his head.

They're toying with you. You know that for a fact in how they just barely keep back, corraling you onwards, draining your already spent energy, and picking at your panicking pulse. You have no choice but to avoid the edges of their jaws and the tips of their talons, and swim in the direction they want.

You near a field of ice floes floating on the water, and though you cut into the jagged structures dipping into the sea, the orca sirens never lose you. A desperate need for air pushes you onward. One small drop of hope still burns in your chest. Despite the aching of your muscles, you steal a gulp of oxygen and dip back down once more, charging away—

Only to run smack into a third orca siren.

This one grabs you, his burning red and orange colors filling your vision. The other two orcas join to help their kin keep you in place long enough for you to truly regret ever venturing here. Between the three of what you can only assume are brothers, hands hooked over you shoulders, claws clutching your wrists, and palms pressing into your hips, you're a fish caught in a net.

You brace for a voilent end. It never arrives. Instead of digging into your sweet meat, the sirens offer you a deal. The tips of sharp fingertips trace your jawline and the soft inside of your arms and down your slick tail while they explain.

You keep watch for human ships and report back when they're getting close, and in exchange, you get the best food you can imagine, the entire Arctic Ocean to swim, and anything else you'd like. The best benefit? You're under their protection. Of course, they expect utter loyalty from you. You are no one else's. Failure to devote yourself to this work and the brothers would mean a grisly fate, but hey, you're nothing if not eager to not be torn apart. So you agree.

You have a few questions about this whole arrangement, struggling to understand why they, powerful orca sirens, bother with a smaller fish like you when they could rip you limb from limb and be done. What's with the human ships? Why task you to this? Are you just fodder so they can keep their fins nice and unscabbed? They reassure you that they'll explain in due time (the sunny one booping your nose, much to your chagrin), but for now, all you know to know is that the human ships are a problem, and you are their solution for it. You've never really encountered humans before, but they've never really encountered sirens, or so you thought.

The burning red one lets you go, but you don't slip away too far before he tugs on your flukes and tells you to follow him. It's not a request. The darker blue one leaves for a moment, jetting away as the other two guide you to a nice resting place on an icy shore. They introduce themselves, and then their brother reappears with a squid in hand, half dead, and an insistence that you eat—they could tell during the chase that you didn't have all your energy.

And that's how you unwittingly join a very powerful pod of orca brothers who may or may not be teasing and taunting you simultaneously.

[twintraps]

training :^)

[danmeichael]

jiang cheng's sexuality or desire for a relationship are secondary, he's actually an eternal bachelor because people are scared of wei wuxian going sweeney todd on them if they break jc's heart.

[buckpaws]

aw man conduit save some controllers for the rest of us!

[mishikaiya]

Hello all,

I am posting on behalf of the wolf and wolfdog sanctuary, Apex Protection Project. The work we do there is important for our current residents and we advocate for their wild counterparts. I’ve only been volunteering for about two months now and it is fulfilling work getting to know and bond with these animals.

I am writing to you now to ask for assistance. Apex has found a forever home but is still in need of assistance towards its purchase. For information, I am quoting the e-mail I received so you can hear it in Paula's (co-founder) own words under the read more.

Even if you cannot donate at this time, please tell others. It would mean the world to me and the rest of us to be able to secure this property. For additional information, please feel free to contact me or Apex.

Thank you for your time.

When epic YouTubers Yes Theory first visited us, we were on a two and a half acre rental property with a pack of 16 rescued wolves and wolfdogs. They're visit changed our lives, sharing our mission with the world and helping our community grow. Since then, we've added more members to the pack, saved many more lives, and even visited Washington D.C. to advocate for wolves in the wild and you've been here supporting us, believing in us, and helping us achieve our mission... Since then, we've been searching for a property Apex can call home that will allow us to continue growing and saving more lives and we've finally found the PERFECT Forever Home! - but it's not ours yet. We are in the process of raising enough finances to secure a down payment. Will you help us? By making a donation toward this new home for Apex, you are literally becoming an active part of a very important and major step in Apex's growth and success. We are so lucky and incredibly grateful to have such a supportive global community! You the real deal and when we come together, anything is possible. You have been here for us when we've needed you and now, we need you more than ever. A property like this doesn't come along often and may not be available very long. Matter of fact, we've found that there is another interested buyer so we are doing whatever we can as quickly as possible to have a fair shot at getting it. Let us share what's possible...

Imagine... A 60-acre ranch and permitted wild animal sanctuary nestled in the mountains only an hour and a half north of Los Angeles. The beauty of this property is that it comes with all of the amenities we need: perimeter fencing, two sprawling compounds with large enclosures as well as ample fencing and materials to build and expand - buildings that would serve as an on-site medical center, offices, and isolation areas for sick or injured animals to heal - and acres of forest, fields, and a stream for the pack to run and play - where the wolves will enjoy a cooler climate year round. There's a house for Steve and me to live on the property as well as a caretaker's house for our Pack Care Manager Bette so we can care for the pack 24/7. A small guest house and an event center for programs and presentations. There's unlimited possibilities including nature retreats, school field trips, our ongoing educational experiences and programing, and camping under the stars while listening to the pack howl. Our pack will have the security of a forever home and we will have the ability to grow, save more lives, and increase our efficacy in our fight to save wolves in the wild for decades to come. This is all possible with YOUR help! Please join us in making this dream a reality! DONATE NOW! Don't let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity pass us by. Time is of the essence!

For more information on making a significant donation, donating stocks, providing a personal loan, and the tax benefits, please contact us at info@apexprotectionproject.org as soon as possible.

[kaiserouo]

Note to all Guardians: Don't match Cayde with Houndy on the same Fireteam.

[winterstellars]

so much cunt was served in episode 6 that no one's talking about jason lannister carting around a few war lions just for the aesthetic

[alurite-l]

Caustic is the type to put a gas trap in front of crypto while he’s on his drone that has a sticky note attached that says “pay attention to your surroundings idiot”

[ruleofleft]

While Fuse had gotten a lot of the “don’t hurt them” speech from a lot of different Legends, Bloodhound has gotten it once and it was Valk who told them that Fuse was alot more sensitive than people think , that he loves and cares for them very much, so please don’t hurt him if you can help it. Hound said they wont and that she was a good friend to him, they asked her to please continue to look out for him.

[nonuggetshere]

PK letting some of his animalistic behaviours out whenever one of his children is endangered 👀

Doesn't even use his magic or weapons just goes straight to mauling in his rage

Truly animalistic appearance and noises, being on all fours (...sixes?) and with his mandibles out, snarling and letting out a growl that shakes the very ground they stand on

And then just as quickly he returns back to his upright stance and stoic demeanor, flicking his long tongue out to lick the blood around his eyes off and calmly asks somebody to clean the corpses up

I don't think FaaF PK might be the kind of man who would execute Xero when he was very clearly infected unless he thought he was a lost cause, ik that's what happened in canon but it's an AU so I think I'm allowed to change that. I've already made PV have a secret queer romance and have the fact they're not hollow be outed before the sealing, I think PK not wanting to execute a terminally I'll guy of not sound mind for treason isn't out of the question.

Unless one of his children got caught up in the crossfire, then his instincts would kick in before his rational brain would. And it'd be a much more violent and cooler way for him to go out. And although he's not proud of what he did, PK decides the damage has been done already, might as well show it off as an example of what happens to traitors. Robs a dead man of his dignity even post death because it's the more convenient option.

NOT canon compliant I don't think. Don't take this as my take of what happened in canon and how canon PK would react, I just think it's cool ✨️ I might absolutely turn back on this idea though I just like it atm

[smolandweirdwriter]

DONATE TO HELP SAVE A WOLFDOG

Grey from the Apex Protection Project was rushed to the vet earlier today (9/26/23) for emergency surgery to remove a bowel obstruction from his small intestine. He has exhibited all signs of obstruction (lethargy, vomiting, etc). He needs any and all support he can get! Share and reblog this post and check the Apex Protection Project website, Instagram, and/or any other social media sites to donate! The fundraiser ends 10/25/23! PLEASE DONATE!

[naffeclipse]

What if Eclipse from AP was a naga? And this took place in the deep jungle of the amazon, where photographer y/n is trying to take pictures of the wildlife?

I'm vibrating at the speed of sound over this ask while also nudging my naga au

Naga Eclipse from AP would have the tail of a Green Anaconda, with an olive green scaly color dotted with black, framed by burning-like flares of orange along the length of his slithery body. He's also decorated with orange-yellow striping on either side of his long, slipper form. His upper half is scaley with a lithe deadliness to his musculature and decorated by frills surrounding his head with brighter orange-yellow colors, almost hypnotic in their gradient hues. One eye is deep emerald green, and one is midnight blue.

Lucky you—you're out on a once-in-a-lifetime expedition to explore a jungle closed off to the public, funded by Fazco, and occupied by two researchers who will be your bunkmates for the next few weeks. You're itching to take photos of the large river, including swamps, marshes and streams, and whatever wildlife is out there.

The few locals you did meet before you left to hike the rest of the way to what would be your new, isolated home warned you of a dangerous snake—a large, mythical beast. You take note of the local folklore. You understand the truth is hidden in there somewhere, and you are well aware of the dangers and diseases you could be met with in such a harsh environment, but you're determined.

It doesn't take long for you to feel eyes watching you when you first venture out by yourself. You take beautiful pictures of freshwater fish, big and beautiful, unlike any you have ever seen. Of course, you have hundreds of snapshots of the local flora, the trees, the floating meadows, the thick vines that drape each branch and hang thickly about the ground. You almost forget that you eerily don't feel alone.

But you swear something moves in the water—the ripples stop as soon as you look. The stillness is suddenly stiff, lifeless. Even the birds have stopped chirping.

You lower your camera and carefully put it away. A trickle of fear slips into your heart. You turn away from the river's edge only to be met by a low hiss and a creature, unlike anything you witnessed in your travels, spooling itself neatly out of the water, blocking your path to the base. An incredible creature with long arms and a great, serpentine tail that seems to stretch for yards and yards. You can hardly breathe in his presence—he's otherworldly with his frills and scales and fangs.

His eyes contain a mesmerizing shine as if staring into a fire as it burns or watching the ocean as it laps up against the beach, drawing your attention, demanding you don't look away. You couldn't anyway. Half-frozen, you struggle to keep from collapsing. He beckons with a sharp talon. He hisses softly for you to come closer, mouse. He wants to see you. You try to beg no without revealing how terribly you tremble. He doesn't let you go. He insists. His eyes flash with an allure. You almost step close when he murmurs that you need to be good.

But then your sense of survival kicks adrenaline into your heart, and you turn to run—

He strikes faster than your eyes can follow. Two loops of his green and orange tail surrounded you in an instant. You're dragged to the ground, your arms pinned under his mass, and the back of your head cradled by his large palm as powerful muscles squeeze you in the slightest—a gentle rebuke for thinking you could get away. You're hyper-aware of the terrifying bulk of muscles as you lie trapped in his coils. One strong twist and your eyes could pop out of your skull, and every bone protecting your heart and lungs would crumble to shards. You gasp. An urge to kick your legs and struggle erupts in your panic; a sinking feeling tells you it would only make things worse.

He coos over you, hissing and humming in an ancient song of the jungle you have no name for. When you whimper, he shushes you and strokes your cheek. He tells you how lovely you'll be. When you talk back to him, somehow finding your tongue amid your horror, you find out his name. Eclipse. He moves you more upright, resting you on his tail so you're not petrified by how vulnerable you feel lying down, but he never loosens his scaly bindings. He hovers over you. You gaze into his stunning frills of yellow-orange and wonder how a being like him came to exist. He studies you as you study him. He grins at how you shiver when he traces your collarbone with a sharp fingertip.

You remind yourself that you can still breathe. He hasn't crushed you—yet—but you don't like how wide his smile is. Sometimes, his jaw stretches a little too long as if dislocating from his skull, ready to devour you. His eyes gleam with a ravenousness as scales twist around you, holding you close enough to smell the slick green water he had been in and deep musk.

He tells you that he'll see you again very soon—away from other humans, lest you bring him a fine gift for a meal. You can only flex your fingers, silently pleading in your heart that he won't unhook his jaw and eat you alive.

Then, he unravels himself from your limbs. But before he lets you go entirely, he leans in close, his serpentine tongue flickering close to your neck and by your hair, tasting the air around you as you muster all your strength to not scream. He inhales deeply, pleased, before he murmurs, "Sweet mouse. You are mine. Say it."

You don't understand, but you echo his command, and when he taps your chin once in what might have been a loving gesture, you force your jelly legs to solidify before you run and run, all the way back to base. You slam the door to your room behind you. You touch your ribs, your arms, still caught in the heavy sensation of his loops as if he were upon you right now.

The stories are true—there is a giant snake in this jungle, and he wants you. You're afraid to discover if Eclipse's intrigue with you is only an exotic way to satisfy his hunger.

[lassieposting]

@ netflix give us dilf!vesemir's salt and pepper phase you cowards

[thebliznet]

Rhykur's Protection

A Fusehound Fanfic

Rated: M

Family / Romance

CLICK HERE FOR FANFIC

Summary:

Who knew that a little hunting in a dark and foreboding forest would change the course of two champions' lives from the Apex Games? Follow Fuse, Bloodhound, and their son (OC created by @stazcrap on Twitter), Rhykur, through their lives as a family living on Talos. Experience fluff, angst, and, of course, Fusehound romance while watching Rhykur grow.

[sally-mun]

And chickens would 1,000% eat a T-Rex too.

Sorry, PETA, I would 100% eat a T-Rex.