#captain of the ranger

[wen316]

#pirate crush

[yeyinde]

18+ | noncon. implied kidnapping.

In retrospect, camping all by yourself in a national park teaming with bears was probably high on the list of "dumbest things you've ever done in your life." But in your (shaky) defence—it really wasn't the wildlife you had to worry about anyway, but rather man.

In particular, a man.

That surly, gruff park ranger who happened to look just like a grizzly at first glance. The same one who found you all alone in your pitiful little tent, flashlight clutched in your trembling hands as you stared at him through the crack in the opening, visibly relieved that the thing you heard stomping around outside wasn't a bear, and quickly decided that pampered city princesses ought to be taught a lesson on what survival out here really means.

But he's merciful, he claims, and gives you a headstart to try and escape him (and the thick, unmistakable bulge in his pants, the dangerous look in his eye; naked hunger—that same, dead-eyed thing you'd seen in a big grizzly as he charged an elk earlier in the day) before he takes his prize.

And so, you run.

Except making good decisions doesn't really seem to be your strongest point.

In an instant, something is slamming against your back before you even make it halfway up the hill, pushing you to the ground on your belly. A warm, thick body following down after you. Crushing you into the soil.

You're too dazed by the impact to struggle when your hips are lifted. Pants, panties shoved down. Warm, rough hands cupping between your thighs, groaning at what he finds (all wet for me, mm, sweetheart?), and when you do, finally, begin to struggle you're met with an immovable wall. The strength of a man with more power in the single hand he keeps anchored against the back of your neck than you seem to have in your whole body—

"Don't know a thing, do you, sweetheart?" He growls, pushing your cheek deeper into the softened soil. "Not supposed to run from a bear, love."

Oh. Right.

Before you can squeak out an okay or sorry or please let me go, your knees are shoved wider apart by his thick, hairy thighs as he slots himself between your legs. Mounting his spoiled little prize on the cold, damp ground like a beast.

"Dangerous animals out here," is all he rasps before he's shoving inside of you, groaning about finally claiming the sweet little prey he's been diligently stalking through the park since he first laid eyes on you in the visitors centre. "You don't have a lick of sense in you, do you, sweetheart? No. Didn't even notice me followin' you. You need somethin'—someone—to protect you from dangerous predators, mm. And a firm hand to teach you a lesson."

He pries you open on his fat cock before you can spit out the dirt in your mouth to refute that claim, rutting into you like an animal on the cold ground in the middle of a national park as he makes good on his promise to show you what happens when you try and run from predators. A lesson that tastes like geosmin. Peat. And salty, tobacco-stained fingers. And aches like a broken bone after he set a maddening pace behind you, jerking your body against the upturned soil. Small rocks, and twigs digging into your skin.

When he's finally done, pulling out of you with a bullish grunt and landing a heavy, satisfied slap against the stinging cheek of your ass, he gathers your limp, sore body up into his arms, and brings you back to the lookout tower he calls home (temporarily).

A stop along the way, he assures you before setting out to teach his spoiled city princess more "survival skills"—like how to swallow his cock the way he likes, and how to take him as deeply, and as often, as he wants to give it to you.

(and often really is the foregone conclusion; it's mating season, after all.)

And as he pulls you down to lay against his furry, damp chest, cock softening inside of you (a thing you'll just have to get used to, sweetheart because he has no intentions of pulling out until he's ready to), and starts purring about mates and cubs and how lucky you were that he found you first before anything else had a chance to sniff you out, you think maybe you should have just gone to New York instead.

[pricegotmedickmatized]

taking a break from the sticky icky verse to talk about hybrid shifters and the 141. let’s do price first

bear!price who’s quiet and looming, and big, you can see that he’s big of course he is he’s a bear hybrid, but you don’t realize that that’s him not even standing at full height, not even standing with his tired shoulders straight and broad, and when he does, when he unfolds into his true height and breadth, he’s so fucking big

bear!price who by far prefers nature to the city, solitude to crowds, and takes every opportunity he can on leave to go camping somewhere, his favorite places are far flung and often cold, and he finally decides to pull the trigger, buys a patch of land in the middle of nowhere, builds himself a self sustaining cabin (all the necessary luxuries like hot water, old man like him needs it, and it’ll serve as a good safe house if he or the team ever need it so it’s a good investment)

bear!price who prefers to hunt his own food when he can do so, rather than just go to the supermarket or a restaurant like other hybrids nowadays, he likes the hunt, likes to be responsible for his own meals, and one day at that Alaskan cabin he’s out by the river for salmon, and when he reaches in for a fish what he hauls out is an otter, which quickly shifts in his heavy hand into a woman, soaked and shivering in the chill air, her little round ears flat to her head and thick, furry tail wrapped around her long legs

bear!price who brings her into his house, sets her in front of the roaring fire with a plateful of salmon and gently pulls her story out of her: she’s not wild, not feral, she just got lost on a hike a few days ago and as an otter hybrid she’s warmer and safer in freshwater than out in the wild…even if it means she’s floated down the river while she slept and now she doesn’t know WHERE the hell she is

bear!price who feeds her and puts her in his clothes (she lost hers in the first shift poor thing) who has to carry her around the cabin because she’s so clumsy on land, and wraps her in his blankets and can’t stop looking at her. can’t stop rubbing her soft little ears between his thumb and forefinger, making her blush and shudder, can’t stop petting her tail tucked beside her on the one chair in his cabin that he insisted she take

bear!price who, when she says that she’s still cold that night, takes great pleasure in wrapping her in his arms and pressing her down into the bed, who swallows each of the adorable little squeaks she makes as he nuzzles her throat, forces her thighs wide to fit his hips, and forces his cock inside

bear!price who’s too big for a pretty little otter like her but makes her take it anyway, crooning that she can take it she’s doing so good just hold out a little longer he just needs to fuck his scent into her so she smells right and he can sleep, licks her tears off her cheeks when she cums as his cockhead rams up against her womb, little claws raking ineffectively at his skin never able to break through

bear!price who decides mid fuck that she’s the softest, sweetest thing he’s ever felt and a pussy that tight can’t walk away from him. he deserves something soft to come home to, something to take his cock and cry about how big it is and just be so fucking sweet and soft for him. decides he’ll keep the little stray after all, now aren’t you grateful sweetheart? he’s gonna be so good to you, why don’t you thank him by taking his load?

[cloudedmoonofficial]

A little preview of something I was working on before I got sick like...2-3 years ago. Hopefully I can get back to it after getting a few other projects done.

[phylliecheesesteak]

Octonauts Headcanons pt. 1-Can they Cook?

-The Octonauts-

Cap. Barnacles: Only the basics. He grew up around people with PhD's who have made revolutionary discoveries yet can't work a microwave.

Kwazii: NO. Kwazii is absolutely banned from the kitchen.

Peso: He can make pretty complex things with instructions, but he's useless without. He's also a medic so he tends to forget to make his nutrient dense patient meals actually palatable.

Tweak: Like her dad, she can make home-cooked simple meals, but nothing fancy. She makes a MEAN crab boil, but can't make it because they're literally in the middle of the ocean and Peso will tell her she's traumatizing Professor Inkling. Y'know, the Prof. Inkling who loves crab boil as long as it's not too spicy? yeah, him.

Dashi: She's not great at cooking but is really good at baking. She taught the Vegimals how to bake.

Shellington: Never let him into a kitchen without someone supervising, he will think of something to add to his records on an animal and forget he was cooking. He can only use the microwave.

Professor Inkling: Unlike other professors (*cough cough* NATQUIK), Professor Inkling is actually really good at cooking. He's not great at seasoning, being British, but Tweak picks up his slack in that department.

Inkling and Tweak worked together to teach the Vegimals how to cook.

-The Vegimals-

Tunip: Tunip is the best at cooking out of the Vegimals. Being the oldest, he's usually the one to handle anything hazardous like ovens, hot pans, and particularly sharp knives.

Grouber: This big back only learned how to cook so he could make himself actually decent midnight snacks without stealing from Tunip.

Barrot: Barrot has a minimal hand in the kitchen because he sucks at cleaning his own messes.

Tominnow: While she is allowed in the kitchen, she isn't allowed to do much because she's the youngest and can barely hold a knife straight.

Codish: Codish also has very little appearances in the kitchen because he's so clumsy.

Pikato: Same situation as Tominnow, but even less so, because he's mainly a cleaner.

Halibeet: Halibeet isn't in the kitchen much just because he doesn't like cooking at all. He'll only help in the kitchen if Codish drags him in.

Sharchini: The second-best at cooking, Sharchini rarely leaves the kitchen.

-The Octo-Agents-

Paani: Paani is a chef, so of course he's the best at cooking of the octo-agents. He can make basically anything, but is best with Indian food.

Prof. Natquik: He sucks at cooking, so he survives on takeout and microwave meals at the big age of 54.

Calico Jack: Only slightly better than Kwazii, but still banned from being in a kitchen. He got banned from the kitchen by Marsh when Calico Jack, Ranger Marsh, and Natquik were having a dad-day, and Calico nearly set the entire everglades on fire by putting a small metal tray In the microwave.

Tracker: He's surprisingly good at cooking, for some odd reason. Maybe it was the loving family, who knows.

Ryla: She can't cook because she'll forget to check if she has all the ingredients for a recipe, then use so many wrong substitutes that it becomes inedible, but she'll still eat it because she is a garbage disposal for food.

Pearl: Absolutely!

Bianca: Maybe, but I feel like she has mediocre cooking and nobody will tell her except Olson.

Min: Probably, but only the chinese food her parents taught her how to make. Also, Min strikes me as a vegetarian, so she probably can't cook meat-based stuff very well.

Ranger Marsh: He can make simple, really good home-cooked meals, but again, nothing fancy.

Selva: There's no way she isn't a great cook "I HAVE MORE OCTONAUTS HEADCANONS!!!" I say as i'm dragged to a white padded room

[renegadesstuff]

THIS PARALLEL 🥹

[suzukaterumi73]

Happy Father's Day

With three Dad :D

Full colouring and shading will coming soon

[octonauts-daily]

Howdy hey! Do you have any pictures of my dearest Ranger Marsh 👁w👁 ? 💚

Yes 👹

[mooshie-blue]

FINISHED!!! I like the 6 Character things where they interact with eachother, also no one requested tracker or Tunip but I wanted to add them in anyway. (I spelt Paani wrong I’m sorry)

Also I wanted to be a bit fair and simply doodle the extra characters that were requested:

They’re looking for something :0

[fairyboygenius]

lifeguard!ghost is shirtless at the pool. my personal headcanon is that he overheats easily and wearing a shirt would be a sensory nightmare for him. he’s almost comically big for the lifeguard chair and can never quite sit properly- one foot propped up on the armrest, manspreading to the extreme. the red swim trunks are tight around those tree trunk thighs. he does wear underwear under the trunks to avoid chafing and for monster dick purposes. he’s maskless at the pool (again with the overheating) but in the dining hall or out on camp, he wears a black gaiter made with cooling fabric over the bottom half of his face. off the chair, he wears athletic shorts and loose t shirts. sometimes they have a gimmicky phrase or a dad joke, other times they’re just a plain color. he does in fact tan (an impeccable bronze) and though he’s missing canon scars, he’s covered in moles, stretch marks, acne scars, scars from his father and a thick layer of golden hair on his chest. he has nipple piercings- two silver bars. the sleeve is still dark and moody because of course- a byproduct of his punk anarchist tendencies from sixth form & his first year of university. he still wears dog tags. shaves his face and nothing else.

lifeguard!butch!gaz is wearing a sports bra and swim trunks on the stand (she does not wear underwear). both red, both designed for function over fashion. she also manspreads on the chair, big sunglasses over her eyes as she observes critically. she wears her hair in short twists, and when she’s on the stand, she wraps it up in multicolored scarves. wash day is a pain in the ass in the camp showers, but she’s used to it. off the stand, she’s mostly wearing basketball or cargo shorts and boxy t shirts or muscle tees. the shirts are old concert tees from her moms and sisters. on cold mornings, she wears an oversized flannel on top of her shirt. the stack of faded friendship bracelets on her wrist never comes off- especially not the ones her dove gave her. a heart-shaped purple carabiner hangs from her backpack straps, the perfect place to hook her blue owala covered in stickers. she burns fairly easily when she’s not reapplying sunscreen, especially on her stomach and shoulders. she’s got a nose ring and a few tattoos- an anchor, an old school bird, a full-color hammerhead shark, a bunny. all in places hidden away from prying eyes. she takes the rest of her piercings out for the summer. she doesn’t shave, letting it all grow. (not pictured: sodapop in bi panic mode seeing ghost and gaz both man spreading on the stand)

STEAM specialist!butch!soap mostly exists in loose, baggy pants or boys’ basketball shorts and simple, athletic tank tops. he loves to flex and show off the beginnings of muscles, developed at camp. she’s also got a stack of quickly accumulated friendship bracelets. his shaggy, tangled wolf cut has an undercut, and she never has a hair tie. his carabiner is simple, classic- green like her backpack and bedding. she burns, turning tomato-red without consistenly reapplying sunscreen. he’s scared of needles and only has one tattoo. it’s on her right thigh, a tiny double venus easily hidden. when the kids ask what it means, he can smile vaguely and go back to staring at her coworker. when he gets to swim, she’s wearing an oversized t shirt over an athletic one-piece or wearing something similar to gaz. he hasn’t touched a razor in 7 years and ignores stares from people. sometimes she puts on goggles during experiments- not because they’re needed for baking soda volcanoes, but to make kids laugh & turn into a “serious scientist” for the day.

ranger john price dresses like my dad. he mostly wear jeans and plain t shirts, cargo pants and shorts making their way into his rotation fairly often. he’s partial to a flannel shirt- during the spring and fall, he’ll wear one unbuttoned enough to let the thick brown fur on his chest peek out. tattoos from his time in the military decorate his arms, chest, and legs. a bucket/boonie hat sits on his head when he’s working. his skin is leathery and tanned from these last few years working in the sun. he’s, of course, got the beard and mustache still, smelling like musk and trees. the happy trail is visible when he’s chopping wood and the bottom of his shirts ride up.

[yeyinde]

nothing will ever top a good bait and switch—especially when it's saviour to abductor.

like getting lost in a national park and getting "saved" by big, burly Park Ranger John Price who got the alert and braved the elements to find you. and you're so happy to see him, stuttering out a hushed thanks as he slips his jacket over your shoulders, and leads you to the safety of his truck. tells you he'll bring you to the police station in town, and you believe him. of course you do. you have no reason to mistrust the ranger who rescued you—even if SARs are usually more involved than a one-man team, but. at least you're not left to the elements, right? and he'll get you home.

only he doesn't stop. he keeps going. all the way to his house where he has everything you'll ever need waiting for you because you had the utter misfortune of catching his eye when you doodled a little smiley face next to your name in the sign-in sheet at the visitors centre.

they always said he needed to retire with a nice family of his own. he figures now is the best time to get on that.

[yandereduckie]

Please I would like to know, I think your writing and your fanfics on AO3 are wonderful!

— Mister Void, at your pleasure.🖤🗝

(Notice: Mister Void was asking about my AU and/or headcanons, but for some reason Tumblr bugged and it didn't appear)

OH YES PLEASE LET ME!!!😍🤩No one ever wanted to hear about it🥲

I feel like:

I think that's why she's one of my strongest Kins- BUUuuuut going back

It's not exactly an AU, since I didn't write anything anywhere, I just have it all stored in the back of my brain.It's more like a preference and a mix of several Headcanons and concepts that I took from some fanfics I read on AO3.

Like for example, the Batfam being absolute cryptids and scaring the shit out of everyone else in the hero community. For this trope, I usually like to think of the Batfam as having managed to build functional, realistic and beautiful wings.

Oh yeah, and let's not forget the classic bird language. Oh oh and the feline like claws and pads on the gloves too!Also, I like to think that Billy joined the family like, half a week after being invited to the League, seriously, he may be magical and a little more mature, but he's still a kid, and the Bats only need one slip-up from him to put the pieces together.

I also like to think that this Billy doesn't have the others from Shazamily, yet, because I want him, the way he is, to look at this bunch of orphaned street kids(and his lost twin sister of course), and simply give a Batman, taking them to the mansion just to shock everyone that the first one(technically second because of the whole Park Row's children and Jason thing) to start having Bruce's addiction to adoption was not Dick but Billy.

And even though I haven't put this in either of the two fanfics I've written so far, I'd like Bruce's parents(and Alfred) and Clark's parents to meet before the two were even born yet, and for them to grow up as brothers, and for the Kent farm to be an escape from Gotham's overwhelming elite and the spotlight for Bruce.

I want a young, stubborn Bruce to take a young, scared Clark around the farm and find Clark's ship, I want them to find out sooner what Clark is, who he was, his birth name, I want this duo of kids to be the ones to find out that Diana Prince is Wonder Woman and for her to take them as apprentices (References to an AO3 fic called Shadow Demon, it's really good, oh and I'm also getting a little bit of Alternative Heroes, Same Hearts).

I want a good relationship and communication between the Batfam, make Alfred forcefully shove an angry teenage Bruce into a therapy room, and of course, the training with the monks, and make him be very grateful for that now that he has to take care of other traumatized and vengeful little humans.

I want Jason to be caught sooner, that he was trying to steal Batman's tires to buy medicine for his mother, I want Bruce to take this child and feed him and promise to help in the best way possible, I want Bruce to take him to the moldy apartment that the boy calls home, I want him to realize the state of his mother, I want her to have already left, that she took advantage of Jason's departure to be able to get rid of her pain without having to do it in front of him. I want Bruce to comfort a young and hysterical Jason, I want this boy to cry himself to sleep only to wake up wrapped in the softest sheets of his entire life.

I want a Bruce who reveals his identity to Jim before he even considers taking a young, eager Barbara under his wings, okay? I want a responsible Bruce.

And don't make poor Lucius have so much stress.

I want Bruce to notice the little shadow following them (seriously, I think it's cool that Tim managed to do this without getting caught, but not here, Batman, Batwoman [yes, she comes sooner, i want Kate to come visit her cousin and see the shit he's doing and refuse to leave until he includes her] and Robin have wings, with sensors to feel things that normal people don't feel, like changes in the air, or even sensors to smell more specifically.), I want Bruce to notice that the neighbors left, but his son didn't go with them, I want Bruce to pick up this abandoned boy and wrap him in a hug.

I want him to see the daughter of one of the Rougues trying to sabotage her father, I want him to accept the help willingly and try to slowly gain her trust, I want a Bruce who saves Stephanie from her own father, I want a Bruce who couldn't save her mother, I want a Steph who even though she's sad doesn't blame him. I don't want Tim and Steph to date. I want them to be siblings. I want them to be best friends. I want them to be like twins. I want them to be chaos gremilins together!

I want Talia to not be evil, I want her to be essentially kind, I want a Talia who blames herself millions for what she did to Bruce, I want a Talia who looks at this tiny baby in her arms and loves him unconditionally, I want a Talia who can't stand watching the training her father gives to her baby, her son, I want Talia to take a 3-4 year old Damian and take him to Bruce, I want her to get hurt in the escape, I want Bruce to save her, but I also want her to run away, run away far away so that the LoA doesn't get close to her little and adorable Dami, nor her beloved, or the children he took as his. I want them to have a complicated, distant, forbidden, cursed by others, but true and lasting love.

I want the cat and bat game to be between Kate and Selina, I want more lesbian couples!!!Harley and Ivy? Stuning lesbians.

Oh, and the Joker and Jason incident... I want a Jason who feels so loved in a way he's never felt before that he musters up the courage to talk to his father(!), I want him to tell Bruce about Sheila, I want a Bruce who is an unconditionally loving and supportive father who offers to take him to where she is, I want him to warn him about the Joker, I want the bomb to go off with Bruce opening the warehouse doors just in time to just look at his Jaylad and he looks back and neither of them can get any closer.

I don't want a Bruce who kills the Jokerbut I want a Bruce who beats him to the point of paralysis.

I want Clark to be forced to leave the country at top speed to stop Bruce, but not to save the Joker, I want it to be to help his crying brother, to stop him from destroying himself with the clown.

I want that whole thing about or whoever wrote Alfred putting a "Good Soldier" plaque on Jason's grave to go to the fucking hell, I want him to have a proper burial, I want Park Row to mourn the death of one of their own who managed to get out of poverty and still come back to help them, I want Crime Alley to mourn the death of their little bird.

I want Tim to take a lot longer to take up the mantle of Robin, I want a Steph who stays with her no-twin even more, I want a Bruce who after talking to Clark and Diana makes everyone go to therapy, I want Ivy to help Harley recover from that bastard clown, I want Bruce to go see how the two are.

I want Talia to see a revived Jason wandering and take him in, I want her to try to start making amends with Bruce by starting by taking care of his lost boy, I want her to start seeing him as hers too, I want Damian and Jason to be brothers, I want Talia to show the state the Joker is in, I want her to show that it took Clark to get Bruce away from the clown's decrepit body, I want her to show how his family scared the city so much that not only the rougues avoided going out at night, I want Talia to take them both back to Bruce.

I want them to cuddle in a pile of love and affection, I want a Talia still being treated to be in that pile too, I want that even with her away most of the time, the kids see her as a mother.

I want Tim to take up the mantle of Robin with Jason's blessing. And I want Steph to finally come out as Batgirl.

I want a young Cass to be noticed as soon as she sets foot in Gotham, I want it to be during one of Talia's visits, I want my couple to take this girl raised to be a weapon and turn her into a real child, I want everyone in the mansion to learn ASL when she prefers to gesture rather than speak most of the time. I want Steph to hand her over to Batgirl with Barbara's blessing and the two of them to go out together on Cass's first patrol with Tim hot on their heels.

And I want Bruce to find out about the "we are Robin" movement, I want Bruce to take this boy who started a gang under his wing.

I want Bruce to see this city and the heroes who disappeared out of nowhere and came back out of nowhere, I want the trinity to invite Marvel to the League, I want Bruce to discover that the Champion of Magic, Fawcette's main hero, an idol to many (and to Clark, who was very disappointed when he found out that Marvel wasn't Kryptonian), is a homeless child. I want Bruce to gain his trust, I want Bruce to give him a family and promise to find this boy's sister.

I want a Bruce who, after the invasion of Starro, sees this little star in his hands and can't resist his children wanting to keep him (and he himself wanted to too-), I want Jarro to be included in things, I WANT HIM TO HAVE THE LOVE HE DESERVES, OKAYY!?!?!?!

I want the current Justice League to be new, I want Bruce to be the first father and I want no one but Diana, Clark and Billy to know... Oh, and Barry too, since Dick would be best friends with Wally from an early age.

I want a Bruce who doesn't kill, but I also want a Bruce who doesn't force his rules and morals down his children's throats, I want a Bruce who understands that his children are individual beings, I want Bruce to understand that his children can and do have different morals and views.

I want Jon and Damian to be raised like Clark and Bruce were.

I want Clark to see this clone that looks about Tim's age and not think twice about bringing him home. I want Kon and Tim to be Bi best friends.

Oh and Kara!! I want Kara and Babs to be a thing, I want them together!!! I want my third lesbian coupleee!!

I want Kate and Selina, Ivy and Harley to be the cool aunts who take the kids out to cause chaos.

I want Bruce to have less of a Brucie or hooker persona and more of a tired dad thing. Dark circles under his eyes? Oh, Dami couldn't sleep. Hurt? Uh, Dick tried to maneuver the chandelier and would have fallen if I hadn't run to catch him! Am I a mess? The kids started an argument!

And I think that's it for now, I hope I put everything that was in my head.

There are designs for the characters in the AU now

Oh, to add, I've never read any DC comics, okay? Not Marvel either, or anything other than Turma da Monica(in english: Monica's Gang)...

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

[cloudedmoonofficial]

"He still had friends."

-Art by Tennelle

[nottodayjustin]

May 26th 2024 best hockey tweet(s) of the day

[choco-leche]

Some sketches based on the first comic idea I had

[pencilnewt]

Captain Steve Rogers •_•

I haven’t watched a Marvel movie in such a long time, but in a truly brainrot-fuelled return to my roots: Avengers hockey au?