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[rattlyglitch]

Ocean Travelers Chapter 1 (also known as future octonauts)

I didn't want to wait any longer to post this and am really excited about it. Chapter 2 is also almost done so I'm hoping to have it posted by this week some time.

Captain Barnacles didn’t know what to expect when he woke up and decided to start making coffee but it wasn’t to see an alert on his octowatch coming from Tracker. “Good morning Tracker. Do you have another report on the migrating birds?” Tracker shook his head. “I don’t Captain. I actually got an alert earlier. It came from a remote forest and seemed to be coming from an octowatch. The only problem with that though is we have no one located in that area and it wasn’t just one watch that sent out an alert but multiple.”

Captain Barnacles did find it strange that alerts were coming from an unknown area. “Do you by chance know of any octoagents that live near that area?” Tracker disappeared from theoctowatch’s view and typing could be heard. “There isn’t anyone near that remote area, Captain. The closest person would have been Ranger Marsh but at the current moment, he’s with Calico Jack and Professor Natquik in antarctica. You and the other octonauts are the closest person now to the location.” Captain Barnacles took in the information.

“Are you sure that the alerts aren’t from Calico Jack, Ranger Marsh, and Professor Natquik?” Tracker looked at the area again. “I’m positive it’s not. The number of alerts is coming from more than three octowatches.” Captain Barnacles began trying to think over how many octoagents had watches. “Understood Tracker. Send where the location of the alerts are coming from and I’ll gather the others. Me and the octonauts will go and see who's there. You’ll continue to be posted though if anything goes wrong.” Captain Barnacles wasn’t sure what could be in the location but it would be good to have someone be on call if something dangerous happened. “I’ll make sure to check in regularly by the hour. Professor Inkling will remain in the octopod, correct?” Captain Barnacles thought for a moment.

“Most likely yes but it is possible he may leave the ship with us. If he leaves someone will remain in the ship though. Do you have any more questions?” Tracker shook his head no. “That’s all, Captain. I’ll be leaving but call you soon.” The call on Captain Barnacles' watch ended and he pressed the ship's octoalert. Within moments the octonauts came into the main area of the octopod. “We’re all here and ready for business Captain” Kwazii responded. He at the moment seemed the most lively. It was six in the morning after all. “Why did you call us Captain?” Tweak asked while rubbing her eye.

Captain Barnacles got the location the octoalerts were coming from and showed them on the main screen. “There seem to be several octoalerts coming from a remote forest location. The only problem though is that there seems to be no one closer to the location than we are and by the looks of it we’ll be arriving there within five hours.” Tweak looked at the screen. “Are you sure it isn’t from my Pa, Professor Natquik, and Kwazii’s grandpa?” It wasn’t hard to tell that the area was almost exactly where Ranger Marsh would be.

“Yes. I would have thought it was them if there hadn’t been more than three alerts. And I am correct that the octowatches only show they send out one alert and keep going off until the problem is solved?” Tweak nodded. “Either the problem is solved or the watch alert is answered.” She still looked confused. Captain Barnacles noticed she had started using her fingers to count and he did not doubt in his mind that she was trying to see how many octowatches had been given out. “I got 18 octowatches have been given out. Did you also count?” Teak asked. “If not I can go search for where I kept the actual number.” Captain Barnacles gave a nod. “I got the same amount when counting as well,” Captain Barnacles replied.

Peso looked at Tweak. “Is there a possibility you made some more and then lost them? We’ll still go and fetch them but maybe an animal found the watches by accident and started playing with them or knows what the watches are and need help which is why alerts were sent out.” Tweak seemed apprehensive when hearing what Peso told her. “I mean it’s possible. I wouldn’t doubt that could have happened. Either way, we have no way of answering the watch's calls to see if it’s someone who needs help or if it was by accident.” Tweak looked at Captain Barnacles. “Could you set the octopod to start heading towards that direction, Captain? I’ll go make sure we have the gups we need.”

Captain Barnacles, who had been looking at the location of the alerts Tracker sent, looked at Tweak. “I’ll get the octopod started. Everyone else gather everything you need and prepare to leave in five hours.” With the meeting in the main area settled everyone left and made sure they didn’t need anything. Barnacles busied himself by making sure he as well had everything. All while he prepared himself Captain Barnacles couldn’t help but think about how strange the circumstances of Tweak losing any octowatches was. She was well organized more than not usually and had bins full of things that had been put in storage closets.

He was interested in finding out who had been sending the alerts though and why. Maybe it was a situation like Professor Natquik’s. Someone unfortunate enough to be forgotten and left in an abandoned site. The idea of that though made Barnacles feel queasy. He had seen how traumatic it was for Professor Natquik and Calico Jack. While they had been on the octopod they both had terrible nightmares. Captain Barnacles was sometimes able to help Professor Natquik calm down but most of the time it was Kwazii who was able to slowly talk to the two and calm them. Kwazii was, after all, in the same boat as his grandfather and the Professor.

When the cat had joined the crew being the second official member there were long nights when it would take far longer to calm him then Calico Jack and Professor Natquik. Sometimes even there was no way to calm him and the pirate would pass out from the stress of the situation which would then on rare and unlucky occasions fevers. The more Captain Barnacles thought about it the more he got nervous. He tried to distract himself by helping the vegimals since he had checked over everything he had at least several times. He had been helping them cook when the octopod came to a stop.

The octonauts gather in the launch bay before being situated. It was decided that Professor Inkling and Shellington would stay behind. That way if anything did happen two people would be able to get help as soon as possible or come help wherever the octonauts were. “Will all of you be safe and return safely ok?” Shellington said, looking at the group. He didn’t mind staying behind of course but it wasn’t hard to tell the scientist was nervous about his friends leaving. The last thing he or anyone else would want to happen was to have someone get hurt. “Don’t worry matey I’ll make sure we all come”

Kwazii responded with a cheerful smile on his face. Dashi nodded in agreement. “I’ll make sure as well. We’ll all protect each other.” Shellington seemed less nervous when hearing the encouragement of Kwazii and Dashi and seemed confident in the group. “I’ll wait here with Professor Inkling then and make sure to listen to keep an eye on each other.” Shellington waved goodbye to the group. His waving was able to be seen until GUP-1 sunk into the water and the octopod hatch closed.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

[relaxartworld]

O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman (subtitled excerpt - PART 3)

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Witman wrote “O Captain, My Captain!” as a dedication to Abraham Lincoln, comparing him to the captain of a ship - a ship that is a symbol for the United States. The speaker pivots between the nation's joy at the end of the war and its private grief at Lincoln's death.

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[ternuras-rabiosas]

🌸Ternuras rabiosas🌸es un fanzine que nace en los intercambios entre unas compañeras de vida con caminos y conocimientos paralelos y la misma aversión a los terrores del capitalismo. Desde la teoría crítica, el feminismo queer, el anticolonialismo, pasando por la ternura, la sororidad y el amor, el proyecto pone en comun los skills artisticos de @nival-art , a cargo del concepto visual y el arte, y Mireniall y @ocaptain-mycaptain-givemefreedom, plasmando en palabras, y a través nuestras de la reflexionar académica nuestras preocupaciones y reimaginaciones.

En nuestro compromiso con lo comunitario y la desjerarquizacion, Ternuras Rabiosas se plantea como un proyecto abierto, colaborativo, de las amigas y para las amigas: cada número se enriquece con la colaboración de amiguitas cuyo talento nos inspira cada día, y sin las cuales la ternura perderia sentido.

Bienvenides a ternuras rabiosas <3

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[falconforged]

Drone has eyes on Bucky and I’m getting ready to drop in. Sending you the coordinates now. @ocaptain

[letlits]

ooo i’d like a song rec!!! :-)

hiiiii ! I've been listening to phoebe bridges A LOT lately so I'd recommend you any of her songs they are all really good :)

sleepover asks !

[bloomingtrans]

happy valentines!!! 💞💞💕💓💌

happy late valentine’s day!! :D

[drunkardsprayer]

33 for the ask!

dead of night by orville peck!

[dogmotifs]

hi!!!

come on, skinny love, 

           just last the year.  cheekbones that 

           shine like diamonds, 

           hung pictures of patron saints 

                          up on my wall, and she spoke 

           words that would melt in your hands.

so the rain comes back now.

songs: skinny love - bon iver, cut yr teeth - kississippi, saint bernards - lincoln, martyn - two door cinema club undercover, shadow bloom - florist

[girlsaintz]

happy valentines!!!! 💞💓💓💌💞

aww thank you so much!!! I hope u have a great Valentine’s Day :)) 💌💌💌💌💌

[mhaccunoval]

55 for the ask !!!

55 — santa monica by everclear !

[walllerbridge]

17!!

spotify wrapped!

17. okie from muskogee (1970, live at carnegie hall) // phil ochs

[amlitlover]

Walt Whitman “O Captain! My Captain!”

[take-me-to-hogwarts99]

These are what we stay alive for.

[letlits]

🐄!!

ohhhh hi new mutual!!!

this has to be the most random pic I have saved 😭😭😭😭

send me a 🐄 and i’ll reply with a random picture i have saved

[thefanficfaerie]

ocaptain-mycaptainmorgan replied to your quote: His eyes are cold and restless His wounds have...

I have also been in a big Garth Brooks phase! I’m going to his concert at Notre Dame in a few weeks!!

@ocaptain-mycaptainmorgan I would love to see him. He came to my state. But I sadly didnt not have money or the time to take off. But if he ever comes back I am going. No matter what!!!

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Eyes like Fire.

Overstimulation drabble with Geralt of Rivia for my darling @ocaptain-mycaptainmorgan​! 

“Geralt...it’s just...ohh...it’s too much!”

“You can handle it though, my beauty. It’s too late to back out now, you knew what you were in for, back when you first invited a Witcher into your bed.”

“I know, but...oh, gods!!”

Your wails prevent further words, your slick heat spasming around him as he thumbs your clit, his diligence bringing you to crest again for him, your magmatic Witcher, your insanely talented lover. Your white haired beast has made any other man to share your bed in the past entirely insignificant by comparison.  

His huge, hard body, gnarled with scars and soaking with sweat delights you with the kind of vigour you have never experience before, his skin glinting in the light provided from the many candles decorating the windowsill, the bedside table and the floor, providing heat that only adds to the furnace already building between you and Geralt.  

For a man to be able to fuck you for as long as he, and so voraciously, it is unheard of, your mind fogged by erotic incandescence as he ploughs your oversensitive cunt, trawling your walls, your soreness giving way to blazing tempest once more.  

Your cunt grips him, making him tremble, stopping for a brief moment to enjoy those muscular twitches around his girthy length before he starts to thrust once more, one arm hooking under your leg, the back of your knee sliding into the pit of his elbow as he pushes it further forward, deepening the penetration.  

You wail in response, your hands gliding down his broad chest as your body moves in a serpentine against him, hips rocking against each thrust, the exquisite deepness of him filling and emptying you spreading heat up your spine.  

Each thrust has your body softly shuddering, your tits bouncing with the force he drives into you with, his head dipping to suck your nipples in turn before his tongue once again explores yours, groaning gutturally, feeling you begin to flutter around him.  

A circular motion of his hips bearing down into you, his cock hitting every angle, every depth, has you crying out, your fingers pressing to his mouth as he sucks them between his lips, groaning as his eyes, like dark amber glinting in the candlelight, find yours.

“Fuck, fuck.” He groans, eyes tightening momentarily, the bliss consuming him, his hold on your hips firm as he pulls you toward each of his deep, unrelenting thrusts. “Cum again for me.” Dropping one hand to your apex, you jump with oversensitivity when the pad of his thumb strokes from side to side over your clit, your stomach juddering, slick walls fluttering, your body giving in to the heat.  

The exquisite deepness of him spreads tingles up your spine, fire licking the pit of your groin as your body, overspent and jerking against him, starts to ascend sharply, another release upon you, his cock relentless as his hips propel him into your soaking cunt with gusto. With a wail, your back arches like a bow, shattering around him completely, your Witcher no closer to his own release.  

“And still, you will give me more.”  

No matter how much you burn with exhaustion, you know Geralt is right.