#zoo ask

[aveloka-draws]

can i give your goat an onion

[sai-int]

possessive sex with RTS!Simon!! angry grunts, hand over your mouth, putting you in a full nelson. just utterly overloading your senses with nothing but him

i like your funny words, magic man 🙂‍↕️

— combining this with the anon who wanted hair pulling, choking, & spanking

— very rough sex, fem reader below the cut

the more time you spend with simon, the more his edges seem to wear down. he starts to soften until you barely notice it happening.

he murmurs sweet nothings against your skin now, calls you pretty things in that reverent voice like you’re a saint. it’s all praise, all worship, and after a while, it becomes easy to forget the version of him you once knew. easy to believe that the violence doesn’t live in him anymore—that it burned itself out somewhere along the way.

but it’s still there, still simmering and latent.

simon may be gentle with you, but that doesn’t mean he’s forgotten who he is. and when you start to test him, when you push just a little too far—he’s more than willing to remind you.

he’ll let the other version of himself—ghost— slip through the cracks, just long enough to make sure you remember who you’re dealing with.

not because he wants to scare you.

but because he knows it works.

because sometimes, you need a reminder that sugar only ever came after the steel.

—it was ghost you initially invited in, after all.

….

he’s been on edge throughout the entirety of your outing together.

something about the way you smiled at someone too long, or the sway of your hips in that goddamn dress when you leaned over earlier. you’d felt how tense he was in the way he brushed past you, the way his eyes lingered just a second too long on your throat, your hands, your hips. but it isn’t the same kind of tense he gets when he comes home from work all dead-eyed.

it’s possessive.

by the time you get home and the front door clicks shut behind you both, the air’s heavy with it—his restraint stretched thin, about to snap.

and when it does, it’s immediate.

he crowds you fast, slams your back against the door with a thud, big hands gripping your jaw, your throat, like he can’t decide where he wants to feel you first.

“don’t even fuckin’ know what y’do t’me,” he grits out, and his voice is low, simmering with something darker than lust, something nostalgic.

you try to speak, but it’s already too late—he’s kissing you, if you can even call it that. it’s more like he’s trying to drink the sounds and spit right out of your mouth, gulp down your vocal chords before they can even muster a whimper.

his teeth catch your lip and you can feel how soaked you are, a fresh wave of heat instantaneously rolls from your tummy to your cunt. his hand slips into your hair, dragging your head back by the scalp just so he can look at you better. he’s breathing hard, like holding himself back takes more energy than unleashing.

“get y’fuckin’ clothes off.”

you blink, caught in the pull of him, but you’re too slow. he moves you and spins you around, pushes you down against the arm of the couch, yanks your underwear down so fast the waistband burns. the cool air hits your thighs and then he’s on you, thick and hard and already leaking against your entrance despite not even hearing his belt clink.

he doesn’t slide in. not yet.

instead, he pulls your arms back, strong forearms locking under yours, around your neck, locked in a painful full-nelson. you’re bent and helpless, back arched in a perfect ‘C’, legs spread, nothing but the sound of his breathing and your pulse simultaneously in your ears.

then he sinks into you.

you gasp—sharp, near-silent—but he shoves his ring and index in your mouth before it can even leave your throat.

“nah, none of that,” he grits. “neighbors don’t need to hear the kinda sounds i wring outta you—all mine.”

the pads of his left fingers move to press on the back of your tongue, making you drool uncontrollably all over him—while his right arm is still hooked under your arm, mits yanking the delicate hair at the nape of your neck back by the root.

the stretch of his cock is brutal—deep and punishing , like he’s trying to fuck himself into your spine. and all you can do is take it, feel your eyes roll back and your cunt remold itself as he sets a break-neck pace, grunting like an animal in your ear every time he bottoms out.

“so fuckin’ tight—like y’were made for me, hmm?” he pants. “this pussy remembers who owns it, don’t it?”

he pulls his hand out of your mouth, slaps your ass hard—once, twice, until the sting blossoms warm and dizzying. your muscles jump under him, breath hitching against his palm.

“answer me.”

you nod frantically, choking on your own mewls. he growls and yanks your head back harder, lips brushing your ear.

“didn’t fuckin’ hear you.”

“y–yes simon—“ you whimper into his palm, barely intelligible. “yours. all yours— fuck—”

he groans at that, full-body shudder rolling through him. you feel it in the way he fucks you deeper, harder—driving it home like he’s trying to hammer the truth into your bones.

his hand slides from your ass to your throat, fingers wrapping around your neck, just enough pressure to make your vision blur. he’s everywhere—pressing into you from behind, filling your senses, your lungs, your entire world.

and then he starts up again with that mouth of his.

“look at you. stretched out, fucked out… gaggin’ for it, girl— fuckin’ hell,” he bites your shoulder, “and y’love it, don’t you? love bein’ used like this, yeah?”

you’re barely coherent now, drooling onto the couch below, legs shaking, eyes glassy as your mind floats. this isn’t about pleasure. it’s about control. about simon fucking riley needing to mark you from the inside out, until your voice, your body, your soul only echo him. it’s not just sex—it feels like a demonic possession.

he’s knows he’s got you right where he wants you—so far gone on him that even if he let go, you’d still be reaching.

lord knows you won’t be calling an exorcist anytime soon.

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

hi, i wanted to ask what you think about those japanese zoo's training exercises were someone dresses up as an animal and pretends to have escaped and all that, are they effective? what do U.S zoo's do to train for things like that?

They look silly, but they're a real emergency drill! They force people to think through how they'd problem-solve in real time and in the physical space, which is a very different experience than just thinking about it.

There's no consistent requirement for emergency drills in the US federal regulations for zoos, but there is a contingency planning one. Facilities licensed by the USDA have to identify and create plans for addressing likely emergencies they may have to deal with, which is everything from like natural disasters to animal escapes. That's all done as paperwork and provided to the government to prove they've done it.

BUT. That doesn't mean that zoos and other animal facilities don't do more planning on their own. Some of the third-party accreditations (it might be all of them but I don't have the docs in front of me to confirm) require regular drills for all types of emergency scenarios.

Now there's a slight problem there - a real escape drill, run fully on grounds with real people and stand-in animal, interferes with the daily operations of the zoo. You might not have to physically shut all the guests into buildings during a practice leopard escape, but you do need them to not get in the way, and you don't want to scare people who think a drill is real, etc. So there's an alternate option.

US zoos frequently run emergency management drills as TTRGPs!

Like, they use a printed scale map of the zoo and roll dice to randomize the situation. This is absolutely recommended as a strategy by the Zoo and Aquariums All Hazard Partnership: there's a whole webpage about it, including instructions for the Drill Master.

There are in-person drills, of course, because you have to practice dealing with these problems in meatspace. But a lot of them are done tabletop! I cannot express the extent of my mirth when I first encountered this in the wild at a conference about a decade ago, when the idea was really taking off. It was Very Serious Zoo People on a Very Serious Topic about preventing Really Bad Things from happening... and then suddenly there was a d20 on the screen.

[altades]

Ok so I have to get this off my chest RIGHT NOW or I will explode

So here come the Steven(s) - this is not DID or anything, this is just the personalities Steven fakes in different situations, and his body and outfit reflect it.

Human Steven - nobody likes this one. He is small and weak and has weird colors. He almost never shows this form after The Accident. The only times are when he's relaxing, which is almost never. it might be when he's sleeping or when he visits The Zoo. Because he's running on gem time, and gems don't sleep or eat, the second he enters this form the 5 years of sleep dept hit him like a truck to the point he might just faint. Extremely weak due to exhaustion.

Pink Diamond! - This is the one Yellow and Blue adore! Natural born entertainer, able to put a smile to every Gem. SHe can sing, she can dance, she can even blow balloons out of her his fingertips! You can hear his teeth grinding into dust as his lips pull tight over them.

Pink Diamond. - White made this one. This is what a diamond should be. There are cracks under his skin, his voice is a whisper on the wind and an earthquake in one. He will do what has to be done, even if he averts his gaze.

I rly like the last one quz of the whole wilted rose thing and he has a place in the story but idk maybe he's too emo

His showman persona is what he acts like on homeworld, when he leaves he has a more tame outfit and he acts rather calm - but it's A LIE he's always 5 seconds away from a mental breakdown.

I have a scene for Wilted I might even draw it. Even two. There's a reason Steven covers his eyes.

anyway which one is THE REAL steven??

[teaboot]

will you go to dashcon two next year in toronto?

I wouldn't go to dashcon if it was hosted in my apartment's only bathroom

[himulraitron]

au where clark's identity is found out because of his interactions with the animals he saves (does anyone have any name suggestions😭)

[bovineblogger]

do you have more pics of african forest buffalo i am really sick and sad and would like to see them

im so sorry ur sick!!!! here have some more of him and get better soon!!

[blackmonitor]

How about a Yautja in a petting zoo?

A yautja in a petting zoo!

[sssunflowersmiles]

POV: you go on a hiking date with Robert Irwin 🌱🐨

[flipppyflopp]

Hey I hope it is not too late for the zoo au but just wanted to say that, to the first year animals:YOU GUYS ARE THE MOST CUTEST CREATURES EVER!!!!!!!*gives them hugs & kisses*

It is never too late for the NRC Zoo AU!! I absolutely adore this AU, I definitely need to revisit it soon because I have so many ideas written down in my notes that I need to reveal, like Jack’s secret cacti corner in the Botanical Gardens that Leona secretly cares for and adds to. I always enjoy getting asks about it because it’s one of my silliest AU’s with all the shenanigans and fun. Take this quick doodle of all the first years reacting to your hugs and kisses! ✨

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

I visited the Como Zoo in Minnesota not long ago and learned that they recently had some tiger cubs! So recently that the babies and mama are not on exhibit yet, and likely won't be for a while. And it made me wonder, how long does it usually take for big cat cubs to go on exhibit? And what's going on behind the scenes while they're not on display?

(also, we were doing our walkthrough in the afternoon, and both of the lions as well as the remaining tiger on exhibit were just. Fully stretched out right in the middle of their enclosures, having the most luxurious naps of their lives lol. Both the boys were snoozing on their backs, belly-up, and it was very funny to behold. Also, the polar bear was having a great time showing off for a gaggle of kids at the pool window!)

Sounds like you visited on a good day! Re: when cubs are allowed on exhibit, it's a good question! It can vary, but normally big cat cubs aren't let on habitat until they're at least a few months old. There's a couple reasons for this:

They've got to grow! In the wild, cubs wouldn't leave their den until their eyes are open and they can walk. Like a den, keeping them behind the scenes keeps the babies warm and safe and where their health can be easily monitored by staff. Indoors, it's less stressful and more successful for staff coax mom into another den if they need to access a baby for medical care - imagine the problems if they were stashed somewhere outside and mom wouldn't come indoors at all!

Mom's got to be willing to let them go outside. Again, just like in the wild, female cats keep their cubs hidden until they're "ready" to go outside - which is when they're big and strong enough to be past the "potato with eyes" stage and actively want to start exploring the world. I've seen some cubs not spend a ton of time on exhibit even when a zoo is willing to let them because mom isn't sure about it and will pick them up and take them back indoors.

Habitats built for adults aren't always built for littles! Before young animals of any species can be let out into the adult habitats, they have to be baby-proofed. And the little have to be big enough to be able to navigate an adult space safely. You see this when habitats have pools or moats, frequently, where they're either drained or fenced off until cubs (or baby eles) are coordinated enough to swim or big enough to wade safely.

So really, the timing of habitat access is a safety/health/natural behavior thing, and it normally aligns with about the normal timeline of mom being willing to let her babies start to explore the world.

Meet Marisa and Maks, the Amur tiger cubs born at the Como Zoo in October 2024.

Photo Credit: Como Zoo

[sprinkleofquirk]

I’ve got some minor beef with whoever wrote the fun fact for my Wild Republic anteater because this is a Giant Anteater… the only species of anteater that has a NON-PREHENSILE TAIL and look what they put 😭

No 👏no 👏no 👏no 👏😭

Giant anteaters have full, bristly, bushy tails. They are marvelous and adorable and very, very useful (camouflage, making shade, balance when on two feet, etc.) but they do not perform the same functions as the prehensile tail of other anteater species.

It CANNOT grasp things with its tail like silky anteaters or tamanduas can. It is NOT helpful when climbing; in fact, it is a deficit. Such as why they are much more terrestrial than their counterparts despite their ability to climb (they usually save this ability for traversing tall anthills, for example)

And the facts they passed up to put this one instead!!

Why not mention how their tongues are 2 feet long and can flick out of its mouth 150 times per minute??

Or how they swallow around 35,000 ants and termites whole each day because of their lack of teeth and fused jaw??

And even with that number of insects consumed per day, they never destroy a nest!! They always leave enough to repopulate so they can come back and eat from there again!!

Not to mention their strong foreclaws (which are up to four inches long) can tear open a termite mound that’s as solid as concrete! Their claws are so large they walk on their front knuckles!

Of course there’s more, but I’m going to stop here for the sake of looking semi-sane… but seriously, they are SO COOL

[aro-culture-is]

[OBLIGATORY FUCK DISNEY]

Nonpartnering aro culture is joking with your sister about how f*cked you'd be if you were the Beast. Love is the curse breaker? And it has to be romantic, and reciprocated? Before my twenty first birthday? Welp. Guess I'm gonna be a damn animal for the rest of my life

(... he's meant to be younger than 21?)

potentially a W for the aro furries and werewolf fuckers, beast consenting, but man. fun fact: mascots and fur suits and shit like that for some reason trigger major uncanny valley ick from the body. i do not think i would have fun with that.

[dragonpyre]

Selkie Jason is highly adorable and funny

Does he have the same tastes as a seal? Does he have a fondness for stroganina and sashimi?

Does he have hunting instincts? Has he ever gone to the zoo or an aquarium and been tempted to jump in and catch something for dinner?

Has he ever hidden in a zoo for the free fish and generous distribution of headpats?

Okay I'll stop there lol, hope you have a good one :3

Selkie Jason nation!

He totally loves fish in human form. Bruce physically has to stop him from eating them raw while human cuz his human body isn't built for that. And he definitely hunted for food (or at least tried to) before getting adopted. The instinct is a bit hard to break for a while though. Bruce learns to keep a hand on Jason whenever they visit the Gotham Aquarium in fear of Jason going seal.

I think he certainly considered joining the zoo for free food as a seal pup but realized they might call the seal CPS on him (look, he was 9) because the zoo shouldn't have any seal pups.

As an adult he has no such qualms. He's here to cause chaos and annoy his family on zoo days

The one downside of going seal is that he is now subjected to all the cuddles from his family. It doesn't matter how much he screams/barks, there is no escape.

[totally-ethical-fantasy-zoo-rp]

*-They walk into the zoo's entrance, looking around. Their color changing eye is bright orange, that pupil being a ? shape. They look to the nearest cage, and a look of concern replaces the casual one before it. Their eye gains a dark orange swirl and their pupil tilts slightly-*

(OOC: Separate from Indigo's rp. The two are not in the same space)

*The cage nearest to the exit has the red steves. All three of them are at opposite ends, hatefully glaring at each other. There are very few people around.*

[justtheclippy]

I know your favorite Pokemon is Magikarp so I was wondering are you a fan of fish and other marine animals? Or are you a “scared of even setting foot in the ocean” kind of person?

I love fish and marine animals and land animals and mythical animals so all animals. Basically all of them, yes.