#Animal lick salt

[herpsandbirds]

Hey y'all, it has come to my attention that many of you crave that mineral…

And even though this is specifically a blog for non-mammalian creatures, I feel as if I should meet your basic biological needs.

So, I got y'all some salt licks. Feel free to lick the screen.

[yourlocalcorviddad]

Ok ok, more POTS! Danny headcannons

Original one is here!

Danny is like me in the fact that he will sit, hang, float upside down to help regulate issues, and he will very much forget that he has to sit adjust back to sitting normally, let alone standing after.

So he'll realize he's late for something-class, lab, lunch with friends, date with Dick, whatever-and immediately rush to stand, get halfway down the stairs/hall/whatever, and collapse to the floor or crash into the wall

Dick and others have found him many times like this.

Dick starts showing up early, when he can, to make sure Danny annually actually takes time to adjust

It just ends up with Danny falling onto him instead, not that either mind.

Someone gets Danny a salt lick as a joke when they find out it's one of the ones that's helpful. Danny 100% uses it, just leans over and licks it when he knows he needs it. This leads to others, likely Damian, finding the "'highest quality, filled with the best minerals needed' salt licks and stuff for gifts for Danny-either directly from Damian, or given to Dick to give to him-all of them are used and appreciated.

Danny has a love hate terrorism relationship with pickles.

On one hand: salty electrolyte filled treat.

On the other hand: if he bites into one more pickle that isn't crunchy-expecting exceptions for when it's warm on a sandwich or something intentionally-he's going to riot. It will be his supervillain moment.

He's good about eating when he remembers, but if he's in a hyperfixation moment, it can last ages and he'll forget. Tucker makes a reminder thing for him but it's not always helpful.

Once he went so long when he stood up after, it wasn't just black spots and wooziness, he actually passed out, hitting his head on the side of the table and actually cracking a ride l rib and arm landing wrong.

Dick and the others made him promise he'd set alarms. Tim just straight up makes one that visually and audibly reminds him to eat.

They then work together to fit it into his bracelets and then also sell it for others to use.

[littlepawz]

yup, that's my corner of the world :)

[bambiraptorx]

okay important (silly) question that's been rattling around in my head for a while now

in a mood to make a stupid poll lol, reblogs and discussion encouraged

[americanjinx]

pink lady apple slices + lemon juice + salt = addictive

[saltbricksandtiles]

Salt Lick, Himalayan Animal Salt Lick 5-6 lb On Rope Pack of 8 For Horses,

[edgarallenpoefuckurself]

Chronic illness is crazy. Why the fuck is my doctor telling me it’s cheaper to have a salt lick than too use electrolyte powder

[bitstitchbitch]

my family is lucky enough to own a 26 acre mountain property, log cabin and all. Most people would go up there and think that it is fairly pristine nature. There’s the cabin, and a few dirt roads for 4-wheelers, but the surrounding woods look untouched.

But we actually carefully maintain that nature. We cut down the deadfall. We pull invasive plants. We trim the elderberry bushes. We get more animals than almost anywhere else on the mountain because we put up salt licks and water troughs.

some of these same things are true of national parks. A lot of places that you think of as “untouched wilderness” are influenced heavily by human care and maintenance. And this isn’t a bad thing. We are animals too. In many ways, our ecosystems depend on us to keep them healthy. Many “wild” plants that are useful for food or building materials are actually semi-domesticated because indigenous groups cared for them and encouraged their growth so they do better with human care.

we have a place in nature. We just need to be conscious of our actions.

EDIT: since this post took off, I thought I should add some sources

Also a disclaimer that I am not indigenous or an ecologist. I am putting time and effort into learning, but I am not an expert.

[salt-pro]

[lurks-no-more]

Nom nom nom.

They tend to scorn their old salt lick when it's been there for weeks and it's all dwindled and sad-looking, and the arrival of a pristine new salt lick is always a major pasture event* :) Kind of like when you get to open an exciting new bar of soap after weeks of showering with a pitiful little sliver of old soap, impatiently waiting for it to End.

* Like most things, this does not apply to Pampérigouste. She has her own mental Event Calendar and none of them are salt-related

[gigglebone6]

i was gonna make a post about how i thought it was dumb that people use those himalayan salt rocks for lamps instead of salt licks but for humans because of how big they are but i just checked and they do actually make those. amazing.

[invincibledc]

“Just a little guy…”

RACCOON!READER X slighty yandere? ROBINS!BATBOYS

Summary: a little rascal comes into in a bunch of boy’s lives. 

There you are, hissing at some kids that are teens to pre teens. “Standing” on all four of your human limbs with your raccoon tail and ears perked up.

Apparently, the 14 year old Damian took you from the dumpster and showed you to the others who apparently screamed seeing a young hybrid of a human and raccoon.

You screamed back before scratching Damian. The brown skinned boy let you go as you ran around messing up the manor up.

Damian looked at the scratch in admiration. You scratched him but he took as you just showing affection as he rushed after you. “Come back!! I wanna pet you!” “Dames no!” Dick(17) yells as he rushes after his younger brother.

Tim(15) and Jason(16) look at each other before running off towards the other two and some crazed child.

Damian was giggling manically as dick was hot on his tail while praying that Alfred doesn’t come around the corner. You started to hop around as you ran into the kitchen and climbed the counter with a bit of effort.

“No! Get down you.. whatever you are!” Dick says yelling at you. You hiss as you swat with your sharp nail like claws. “Me no! Me rule!” You said in weird phrases. Damian bull rushed dick to fall on the ground as he puts his hand out. “Don’t worry about him. Come to me!”

You glare with your ears a little flat against your head. “No.”

Damian frowns as Tim and Jason come into the kitchen. “Yo! Get your stinky ass feet off the counter you homeless little shit!” Jason yells, pointing at you who hisses at him. Jason scrunches up his face and rolls his sleeves.

“Guess we’re doin' this the hard way.” Tim just pats Jason’s back as comfort. “Get em.” As this was going on, Dick finally gets up rubbing his head with a concerned expression. “Be careful, it may have rabies.”

You glare at those tan arms of Jason’s with small scars. You didn’t like how close he was getting to you. Damian was glaring at Jason, daring him to make the slightest aggression towards you.

Before you could jump off the counter and dash off, Jason grabbed you into his arms. “Gotcha!” “No! No! Unhand me! Hand off! Handsss!!!” You screeched as you try to claw at him. He used one arm to hold you down while his other was using his hands to cuff your wrists down.

“Phew..” dick says clutching his shirt as Tim could only take a picture of this. “This.. was an eventful afternoon.” Jason turns around smug, happy to hold you down. “Hah! And this little one thought it could just mess with us.” Damian scrunches his nose. “Hey! Be careful with them…” as Damian goes to walk towards you. Dick puts a stern hold onto his shoulder.

“Damian, you need to stop bringing in animals. YKNOW how dad is.” Damian rolls his eyes before crossing his hands. “That’s not an animal, that’s a potential friend in the making.” Dick and Damian look at you still going ape shit in the tanned teen’s arms.

“Yeah no, it looks like you kidnapped a furry kid from the streets.” Tim says as Damian glares at him. “Actually from a dumpster for your knowledge.” “That’s not better you demon.”

After calming you down, you were cleaned by Damian and given a big shirt from Jason. You sat on the couch eating crackers, kicking your feet back and forth. You smiled while munching on the delicious crackers with slight salt on it. The four boys look at you before looking at each other.

“We can’t just keep them here!” Dick says

“Why not!?” Damian exclaimed, gritting his teeth.

“Uh hello, they’re some random meta.. or whatever they are… plus dad wouldn’t let Damian keep another 'pet' unless he wants to be grounded.” Tim says as he stares at Damian then to dick.

“Right.” Jason says lastly.

As the four brothers turn to look at you, they can’t help but stare at how adorable you are. You lick your small hands with a small smile, rubbing your belly and looking at them as if you didn’t just want to claw their eyes out.

“…okay maybe we can keep them.” Dick says with soft eyes. You looked so cute with those soft chubby cheeks. Looking better without that much dirt on your face and that angry stare for the past minutes of chasing you.

“I call dibs on clothing them!” Damian says as Tim nudges him. “We’re not callin dib—”

“I call dibs on feeding them.” Jason says nonchalantly, putting his hands into his pockets. Tim looks at his older brother in shock as Jason just shrugs.

“What? The rascal is actually cute when it’s not trying to claw our eyes out.”

Tim sighs as dick could only chuckle. “I guess… i call dibs on their speech impediment…”

Dick pats Tim who is slightly flustered as he crosses his arms. “Then i suppose im the one that calls dibs on hiding them and having them in my room.” Dick says with a smile.

The other three erupted in yells.

“That’s not fair!! I found them first!”

“Just cause you’re the oldest doesn’t mean shit!”

“Over our dead bodies!”

You can guess who said who as you just wiggled off the couch and walked over to them. The big shirt making your walking a little wonky as you looked at the black haired boys and pull on the one with the fringe.

“M-Mo-more. More.” You said as you pulled his shirt and point to your mouth. Tim turns to look at you, for a second he felt an arrow hit through his heart before he picked you up and ran.

Seeing this, the other three boys stared flabbergasted before Damian yells pointing out.

“He’s getting away!!!!”

Jason smirks and runs, “First one to get them back lets them room with them!” He yells as he was on the go.

Dick and Damian were running as well.. and the chase was on.

[diejager]

Cougar monster reader in heat with the boys

~🧋

Cw: implied smut, heat/mating cycle, musk/scent kink, teasing, tell me if I missed any.

It had snuck up on them, like a feline in prowl, stalking from the shadows and only making itself known when it pounced, striking with ferocity and danger. The signs were subtle, sneaking under their nose when they were around you. They were easily forgotten, something that went past their heads without so much as an ounce of concern because it could easily be mistaken for another thing. 

The slight change of scent on your skin, sweeter than usual, but unsurprising when your arrival was so turbulent, changing scents crashing over them like waves, switching between sweet and sour, bitter or salty. The perspiration that clung to your skin, smelling of sea salt and musk, was easily mistaken for exhaustion, sweat that collected from your hours spent at the gym, lifting, pressing and sparring. And your fidgeting wasn’t as abnormal as it was, you were a solitary animal and being introduced to a crowded Task Force made you anxious.

It went without any trouble - much trouble, since you were often struggling with how touchy and open they were - for another week before those subtle signs grew, blaring a bright red in their faces. It hit them in the face with a hard slap, shocking them like a bucket of freezing water would, and your change had them struggling and worried.

Your scent was cloying, overly sweet in your frustration, hauntingly seductive and taunting, calling to them with every small sniff of your musk. The perspiration they once chalked up to sweat from exercise was now connected to the heat that brewed in your guts, a boiling fire that caused your temper to flare. Then your fidgeting had grown to affection and noise, you yowled lowly, purrs rumbling out of your throat, small feline sounds that confused most that weren’t familiar with one; and you were touchy, running your hands over their arms, clinging to them with flickering ears and a swaying tail, fluttering your lashes with wide and dilated pupil. 

“You’re in heat, Hunter,” Horangi bemoaned, his nose scrunched up under his mask, willing - and failing - his body to stop reacting to you. He had formed a bond with you, and succumbing to your teasing and obvious signs of courtships would probably break away all the effort he put in to know you, find a way into your heart as much as you did with his mind, body and soul. 

“Need you, ” you mewled, nuzzling the crook of his jaw, nose running down his glands and nipping at him, your wet lips trailing kisses up and down his throat, “It’s too hot. Frustrating.”

Your persistence was cracking his wall. Your small, kitten licks, the gentle nicks of your sharp canines and the rumbling of your purrs where weakening his resolve, coupled with wandering hands and the curl of your tail around his, wrapping himself around you like a snake, he was a prisoner of his own body and needs. He was so close to throwing all his self-restrain out the window, to pin you against the floor and growl in your face, forcing you to bend and fold to his whims in the middle of the TF’s rec room. Horangi wanted to fuck you, his mind running circles with crazed thought of breeding you here and then, filling you up until he leaked out of you and was sure he’d knocked you up.

“Horangi,” you pawed at him, your hot breath hitting his bobbing Adam’s apple, feeling his patience thinning and thinning. 

You would be the death of his restraint and patience. 

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[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

"WHY SEE THE WORLD WHEN GOT THE BEACH"

Synopsis: Reader life before going to Gotham

Sunshine and the shade of pine trees and leaves—these are things you cherished when living with your mom. Sure, the heat can become unbearable, and you sweat through your skin, but you couldn’t have it any other way. The beach is your favorite place to go when you were little, and it still is now. You'll never be too old for a sandcastle, or to destroy your mother at volleyball, or to splash salt water at your friends. You lived a comfortable life, and that's all you need. I mean, what’s so good about seeing the world? You have everything you want right here: a killer mall with every piece of anime and manga merch you could ask for, a plaza you can go to hang out with your friends. Some people say your life was boring, repetitive, sugar-sweet, but you could care less. You were comfortable; you were happy with your mom. Who cares for traveling? You have a beautiful beach, a place to gaze at the stars, places to go for hangouts, and house parties to chill at. Why would you ever want to leave? Why would you ever want to do anything else or be anything else? You always made fun of people who wanted to be famous because to you it was all crap. I mean, people knowing your name and face, your interests, making fan pages about you, stalking your socials—you just hated the idea. Maybe at one point you thought it was cool since your mom was famous, but you knew she’d rather spend her money on tacky clothes, long nails, and gold jewelry than model again, how the agency she worked with was toxic and treated their black stars horribly, and the lies on the big screen. But who could blame her? If you were that pretty, you'd spend your money on tacky stuff like that too. But you spend your money on other things that make your mother giggle. "Aren’t you too old for Legos?" But you quickly rebuttal, and she laughs, buying them for you anyway. But like you said, why would you give up a life like this for Gotham? The cotton candy skies, the grace on your face when the sun hits the horizon, the lights that showed the city like bright diamonds, the cool, crisp night air as you spend a night at your friend's place, throwing your head back as you feel the warm breeze hit your face in your mom's convertible as Destiny Child plays on an old CD, and you sing the lyrics with your mom. This is what you loved; this is what you enjoy. You'll sit by your outdoor pool at night, soaking in the water, letting your fingers wrinkle, and you'll have your mom yell at you for staying in the chlorine too long. She'll tease you about one day having gills, which always makes you laugh. She calls you a fish and forces you to take a shower. Every summer is for you, so would you go out to somewhere different? Sure, let's take a two-week trip to Mexico and let your mom ogle at the boys, then tease you for not having a partner. But you'll let her have her fun; you'll let her take her thousands of photos and buy hundreds of souvenirs just to show off to her friends later. Your mom doesn't know a lick of Spanish, but this top is hot pink and cute, and there's one in your size too, but you'll scream and run away from your villainess mother who will force you to wear it. But how could you be mad at her? She's your momma, and you'll take that photo and put it in a tacky seashell frame and have it hang in your living room. You'll either feel shame or fondness as you stare up at that ridiculous photo, but it's the thought that counts, and your mom put two thoughts into it. But this is the sweet life, the life you’d rather live with forever and ever, never letting it fade away. You'll never get tired of it, and you'll never want more because this is all you've ever known, and this is all you'll ever care for. It's like the country mouse vs. the city mouse—you never liked the country in the first place.