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kathegreat · 18 days
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let's talk about how much jurisdiction hotshot actually possesses. hotshot is confirmed to have been thoroughly involved in the investigation of the poachers, played a factor in the revocation of their licenses in collaboration with additional authorities, & carries around a fucking tool. hotshot is a law enforcement park ranger. they’ve expended an ass-busting amount of time in the academy training program to even earn & own their position. that is over six hundred hours of courses, some of which incorporated ferocious physical conditioning. they'll go on patrol, assess campgrounds, direct searches and rescues, offer assistance to visitors, & enforce and conduct any other obligations as a park ranger. maybe they’re an overly frenetic jackass, yes, but not reduced to that. they’re undoubtedly a fuck-around-and-find-out.
counting down the days until they’re promoted, because claire is right. they are damn good at their job.
edit: the recent audio really cemented their capabilities!
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CastleAudio's Videos I would sell my left foot for
Lazy Morning with Beth
Ranger teaching Claire how to bake something
Claire and Seer hanging out
Beth comforting Seer for Hallucinations/Migraine
Beth and Knight planning something nice for Claire
Evie and Beth hanging out
Claire and Hotshot going hiking
Liza teaching Sugar how to cook
Rose reading a bedtime story
Seering teaching Beth about the different types of Seer's
@castleaudios if you need any fillers.......
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star-sheeps · 9 months
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I WANT CLAIRE NIGHTMARE COMFORT
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carebearmareee · 5 months
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HELLO?!?!!?? CLAIRE??? RANGER??? UM?? 😀
end of audio left me giggling screaming crying anyways
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stupd000 · 5 months
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Castel audio designs!!🤭🤭
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zozo-01 · 11 months
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Fragment Friday <3
I was tagged by the lovely @lovelylonerliterature!!! What started this fic? @castleaudios gave me a very interesting tid bit about blood magic and Claire, and I said "you gave me too much power and I will abuse it. >:3" So, without further ado!!!
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They say that sports teaches kids many valuable lessons. The importance of collaboration. How to lead a group in the face of peril. Making quick decisions on your feet, like deciding on whether or not pummeling that rat on the other team is worth the ejection you’re definitely going to get. For Claire Greene, it taught her how to sprint like hell on a fucked up ankle. (Was she still a Greene? She didn’t know if she ever wanted to hear that name again. But that was for later.) It wasn’t just her ankle that was hurting. Her ribs begged her not to breathe, crying with every short breath she forced down her lungs. She prayed to whatever deity above that the trail of blood she was leaving behind didn’t lead any one on their tail. That was, of course, wishful thinking. Alexander was an excellent hunter, and right now his prey was wounded. At any moment, he’d strike for the kill. On the bright side, her right hand was ok. A questionable statement on its own, but at least she can hold Knight with an iron grip. She had made peace that if she can’t make it out alive, she’d at least save them. On the other hand… Claire didn’t have enough energy to shift. And Knight was too young to fight an Alpha. So if there was a final confrontation, Claire hoped that Alexander would grant her the mercy of a swift death. (She grew up watching TV shows where fathers would do anything for their daughters. He had never been the most affectionate dad, but he would at least grant his daughter’s final wish. Right?)
tagging: @gingerbreadmonsters, @taelonsamada, @autisticempathydaemon, @dominimoonbeam, @ejunkiet, @persephotea, @bratty-telepath, @cashandprizes, @horrorscoupes and you!!! tag me in your shit!!!
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dani-ya-dig · 5 months
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Knight in Highschool Talking to Evie: she has mcdonalds
Knight: Claire, where did you get mcdonalds?
Claire: ummm, McDonald’s?
Knight: bitch give me a fry
Claire: is that how you ask?
Knight: bitch PLEASE give me a fry
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angel-shaw · 11 months
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Someone give me a promt and a ship! I’ll let you know if I can do it!!!!
Pleaseeeee I need stuff to wright!
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dollscircus · 1 year
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Claire pls one chance, please I’m just a simple gay. Ranger step your ass up, there’s a pretty wolf I wanna smooch
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Little Bit of Hope - Day 4
I have officially listened to every video by Castle Audios (By the time this gets posted it’s been a while. I wrote this in the beginning of March.), and come to the realization that I am in fact a bisexual mess that simps over any and all types of voices and accents. Someone save me dear god, I was happy with the reminder that ✨feminine voices✨ are  amazing by hearing some of my friends speak. Now I got the fictional characters reminding me too.
Also I know Castle is on Tumblr but I stfg if she sees this, I'm going to scream. It's bad enough that I'm worried about anyone seeing this. But the original creator?
Hrhehjfjevffhrhrhr
Okay I'll shut up and get on with the actual fic now.
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Day Four: a little bit of hope
Characters: Ranger and Claire
CW: mentions of previous episode at time of writing, cursing, fluff, crack, pining
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Ranger slammed the door closed behind them, their shoulders slumped. The side of their face still ached from the fight that they had found themselves in a couple days ago now. The bruise had healed enough from dark purple to show hints of greens and sickly yellows. If it hadn't been for Diane and the fact the park ranger team wasn't exactly big, they might have gotten in trouble for so obviously having been in a fight. The bruise that covered a good portion of their right ribs was uglier though. Should they have probably gone to a hospital to make sure their ribs weren't fractured or anything? Yes, but that was something they would rather die than do and it also felt like letting Claire win. Something they were absolutely not going to do.
"Dear, can you try not to slam our doors?" Diane's eternally concerned voice asked them. Ranger looked over guiltily and offered a sheepish smile and nod.
"Yeah. Sorry Diane." They said as the mother hen of a woman wandered over to them. She reached over and cupped their cheek gently, thumb brushing gingerly of the discolored skin. She clicked her tongue, whether scoldingly or sympathetically Ranger couldn't tell you. "I'm fine. Really. You shoulda seen the other guys." They weren't going to tell her about the bullet hole in the sign. She would only worry more. And at that rate all her hair would go white and she might have a stroke or something. She nodded, even if she was unconvinced and let go of their face. They smiled and stretched to try to convince her even if little bit more that they were fine. The action of stretching made their side ache, but they hid it. She sighed and patted their shoulder before going back towards her office. They exhaled and turned towards their desk, sitting down, giving their body a rest.
They pulled open a drawer to pull out the bottle of painkillers, popping one in their mouth and grabbing the old water bottle from the corner of their desk to swallow it down. The bottle was put back inside the desk and closed. Ranger leaned back in their seat, scowling at their computer as the events of the past couple days replayed in their head.
-- No they weren't going to think about that extremely awkward car ride with Claire. Shut up. As far as they were concerned, no such thing happened. --
They weren’t going to regret releasing classified information about the poachers to Claire. As long as she didn’t spill the information, they were safe from losing their job. And then there was that bullet hole. Was it simply an expression of displeasure or was it a threat? With people like that, you could never be too sure. Even if it was a threat, they doubted that the local law enforcement would do anything. After all, the poachers should have had jail time after everything with their records. But here they were, wandering around free and shooting state park signs. Ranger’s frown deeped and they leaned forward again, booting up their computer. They had the files about the poachers and the gun that they were licensed to own... maybe if they could compare the bullet hole and licensed guns they could try to get the law enforcement to care about unlicensed gun use. That might be something to look into. Of course they would need solid proof, which would mean taking the short walk down to the sign. And a gun expert.
They might have intimate knowledge of forestry, but finding specific bullet hole information was a stretch of their skills. The likelihood that the guns were allowed was high as well considering it was a lone bullet hole and not from anything with a spray range, nor automatic multi-fire. It could just be from a hunting rifle. Which the police wouldn’t care about, even if they should since the poacher’s hunting licenses were revoked after the trap-setting on protected grounds. They scrolled through the listed weapons, chewing on the inside of their cheek. They pulled out their phone to take a couple pictures before they stood up again, grabbing the hat off of the hook next to their desk. 
“I’ll be back in a few minutes, Diane!” They called and left, closing the door softly behind them this time. They walked down the faux trail --because how could you consider it a real one when it was so obviously planted in the middle of a few pathways to simply simulate trails?-- towards the sign, sliding their phone in their pocket as they placed their hat on top of their head. Eventually ‘GLENWOOD STATE PARK’ shone out at them with a few smiling native animals decorating the metal. They were more focused on the hole in the sign. They eyed it before gently poking it with one finger. They were so absorbed in it that they didn’t hear the truck rolling up behind them. They spun around quickly at the sound of slightly husky voice calling out to them.
“Hey khakis! What’cha doing?” Beth asked. The window of the backseat from the truck rolled down and another inhabitant of the old country club building stuck their head out. Ranger was pretty sure they responded to Knight. Ranger crossed their arm and made sure they were standing in front of the bullet hole. No need to worry this group of people either until they were sure of the motivations behind the message. Besides, it was directed to them and them alone. They were pretty sure...
“Nothing you need to worry about. Are you headed up to the old lounge?” They asked. They weren’t sure if the group calling the old lounge ‘the den’ was legitimate or not. It seemed weird anyways. Beth nodded and jerked their thumb back towards Knight. 
“Yeah actually. This pipsqueak needs to pick up something for their girlfriend. Are you headed up there to talk to Claire?” She asked. Warmth sped up Ranger’s neck and they scowled. The reaction spurred a laugh from Beth, who looked back at Knight. “I hope you have the money you promised. You really have to stop placing them." She asked. Knight opened the backseat door and scooted away from the window.
“Hop in. We’ll give you a ride, Ranger.” They said. Ranger gave a confused look to the both of them, but found themselves climbing inside regardless. Were they some kind of glutton for punishment? Claire wouldn't be happy to see them just traipsing around her property. And why did that bother them a little more than it used to? Who were they kidding, they knew why. They clicked the seatbelt into place and huffed, crossing their arms as Beth started driving down the broken pavement of the road.
"When are we getting these roads updated, Khakis?" Beth asked. Ranger wrinkled their nose at the nickname but didn't protest. Pick your battles and all that. They glanced over at Knight, who was currently trying to fit half of their legs out the window as they twisted in their seat.
"I'm not sure. Most taxpayer dollars go to maintaining the trails or the office and parking lot. Usually when people come here they aren't looking to drive on the main road." They answered calmly. Beth sighed and mumbled something about wet blankets. Ranger thought the conversing was over until Knight spoke up.
"Have you ever met my girlfriend, Khakis?" They asked, looking up at Ranger from where they were sprawled sideways on the backseat. Beth groaned and caught their eye in the rear view mirror.
"Say yes and move on. Otherwise that lovesick idiot will ramble on and on about Evie. I love her like a sister, but it's a bit much." Ranger stared at her before smirking and looking at Knight.
"Can't say I have. Would you like to tell me about her?" They asked. Knight sat up quickly, their eyes gleaming, and Beth groaned again. The sound tapered off into a soft whine and Ranger laughed. That would teach them not to refer to them as 'Khakis'. Even if they did wear them a lot.
The truck eventually pulled up to the old lounge and the ignition turned off. Ranger got out quickly, hearing the soft ticking of the cooling engine before they turned towards Beth and Knight. They watched as Knight grabbed a wrapped up rug and hold it over their shoulder as Beth grabbed a cooler. They stared at the cooler curiously. Their curiosity only heightened as Beth shifted it over to her other hand upon catching Ranger staring.
"Claire is inside. You're welcome to come in." Knight called over their shoulder as they walked up the steps. Ranger rubbed the back of their neck in an effort to self soothe as they followed the two towards the front door. Maybe they really should just turn around...
"Thank fuck. I thought you two somehow miraculously got lost." Another familiar voice sounded. It was a lot less grumpy than when interacting with them, that was for sure. They heard a snort from Knight before the younger pushed past Claire from the sound of a tongue clicking and a soft 'rude'. Beth giggled and stepped towards the side, putting them in full view of Claire.
"Look who we found just standing by the road." She said before moving around Claire to enter the lounge. They figured that was revenge for getting Knight to recite all the reasons they loved their girlfriend.
"Oh. Hi there Ranger. This is certainly unexpected." She said, leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed. They swallowed and stared directly into her eyes.
"I'm guessing unwelcome too?" They said, sarcasm coating their voice heavily. Ah, just like old times. They watched as Claire wrinkled her nose.
"I never said that. Although it's always welcome to change depending on why you're here. So why are you here, Ranger?" She asked dryly. They pushed their hands into their pockets and rolled their eyes. They needed to come up with a lie, and quickly.
"How familiar with guns are you, Miss Green?" They asked her and Claire sighed, face dropped into one hand. Their brows drew together slightly in confusion before scoffing at her muttered explanation for the reaction.
"Always answering my questions with questions. Dear lord..." She straightened again and her hand returned to being tucked safely in her arm. "Some. Not enough to comfortably call myself some kind of firearm expert. Why?" Ranger tipped back their hat and turned around, walking down the stairs. They didn't hear the door close and after a couple moments of silence Claire swore and went after them. She caught up to them pretty easily, hands now pushed inside her jeans pockets. "What is this about, Ranger? Is it about the sign from the other day?" She asked. Ranger stopped abruptly, turning towards her.
"If I could get the local law enforcement to care about illegal gun possession, usage, and destruction of government property I might be able to get those poachers nailed. I probably won't get them on possession, but the other two might work. I just need to make sure the bullet that came from the rifle was anything that had been registered under their name. And since they defaced a state government protected park it might go to the circuit Court instead of just the municipal one." They said quickly. They watched as Claire's face furrowed and doubt entered her eyes. All that was encouraging was the small twitch of the corners of her lips. They sighed and turned away from her, continuing to walk away. "Nevermind. I'll let you know if it works." They murmured. Claire didn't stop them.
Instead she watched them go down the gravel driveway before sighing and turning back towards the lounge. It was kind of adorable seeing them get so fired up and hopeful about something that was unlikely to happen. But if they intended to give a little hope to her again, it certainly had its intended purpose.
"Good luck, Ranger." She hummed as she closed the door behind her.
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kathegreat · 5 months
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19:50: “you stopped answering my text. you cut me out.”
oh, woe is me! [hunched over, hand desperately clutching at my chest]
it's been months, but did anyone else notice the way claire mckenzie greene’s voice cracked while saying this to hotshot??? she sounded damn near to tears there and now i’ve considered myself obligated to speak on this matter for the remainder of my baneful existence.
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Claire is the King, Beth is the poet, and Knight is the soldier 
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star-sheeps · 8 months
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GRAAGHFJ HVFSD CLAIRE IS SO UGGHUSAAAD
i’m so gay i’m gonna explode
I JUST WANT THEM TO KISS HER
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carebearmareee · 8 months
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someone NEEDS to write a fanfic of hockey captain claire. please i am literally in my knees for anyone who would write this
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stupd000 · 4 months
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Happy New Years!
I meant to post this like yesterday but i had writers block, it’s a continuation of Castles last New Years audio,
ENJOY!!
C-“Happy New Years, Hotshot.”
Ranger stands there, dumb-founded as Claire walks inside. Ranger stands there for a good minute before snapping out of some kind of trance Claire’s seemed to put them in.
R-“Wait-“
Ranger follows after her like a lost puppy, searching for her in the crowd inside the house.
Claire’s nowhere to be seen, Rangers eyes dart around the room looking for her, before they decide to walk into the crowd to start searching. Before they can get to where they thought she’d be, they get stopped by Beth.
B-“Khakis! Happy New Years!!”
Beth pulls them into a hug, then pulling back with her hands still on their upper arms.
R-“Hey-! Beth, um..H-Have you seen Claire?”
Ranger looks around as they talk,
R-“I’ve been looking for a minute a-and I can’t find her-..”
B-“Ohh~ Tryna sneak a new years kiss in huhh?”
Beth teases, which gets the response of a slap on the shoulder. Beth laughs before pointing to the front yard.
B-“She just walked out, better catch her.”
Ranger gives Beth a half smile before bolting out the door.
Once they’re on the front porch, they see Claire stepping into their car, their stomach drops. A thousand thoughts run through their mind all at once, What if she didn’t mean it? What if she meant it platonically? Is this a bad Idea?
They didn’t care, they rushed to her car, grabbing her forearms and pulling her into a kiss.
Claire’s Hands drop whatever she was holding and immediately reach for Rangers face, not a thought coming to her mind.
Ranger pulls back, their hands that were once on Claire’s forearms sliding down to her hands.
R-“I-..”
Ranger speaks breathlessly. Standing there, staring at her.
C-“Holy shit.”
R-“J-Jesus i’m sorry I-I should’ve asked-“
Claire cuts them off with another kiss, this one shorter, sweeter, but still impactful.
Claire stands there, breathing heavily as she grips one of Rangers hands,
C-“I….Have been wanting to do that, for so long.”
Ranger stares at her for a moment..then starts laughing, soon after, Claire does the same.
Ranger falls forward slightly with how hard they were laughing, catching themselves on Claire’s shoulders.
Ranger sniffs before looking at her, composing themselves.
R-“I-I’d like for that to be a…common occurrence.”
C-“A common occurrence?”
Claire starts to laugh again.
R-“I’m not good at this shut up!!”
They say, shaking her shoulders slightly.
R-“Will you be- wait Can I be -“
Claire cuts Ranger off with another kiss,
C-“I’d love to be your girlfriend, hotshot.”
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