#Sloth Sanctuary

[terebelli]

[greenridge823]

Panama Day 5: Canopy Tower. A Vist To The Gamboa Sloth Sanctuary And A Vist From Some Night Monkeys.

It was a great  morning visit to Panama City  on my last full day at the Canopy Tower ecolodge located in the Soberania National Park in a Panamanian rainforest. But the day wasn’t over and as was on all my days during my stay at the Canopy Tower another adventure was scheduled for the afternoon. We returned from our morning tour and, after sitting down and  going over our bird and wildlife…

[bodymodificationnation]

Animal Tattoos

By dean.gunther

[infinitetravel]

"Butterflies, Butterfly Porn, and Souvenirs in the Gamboa Sloth Sanctuar...

[natuwa]

Sloths sanctuary costa rica

natuwa.com/donations-for-wild-animals-from-costa-rica

[lowkeyrobin]

content creator preferences

𝐌𝐂𝐘𝐓 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

how jealous they get

they have a crush on you

how they accidentally reveal the relationship

their "all i think about now" moments

would they read fanfics about you?

at a trampoline park

you get your tongue pierced

you have long & curly hair

stardew valley rants

youre a baker

love or host

youre a yapper

you foster kittens

adhd shenanigans

you'd get into a fight for them

wild karen encounter

you crochet

insomniac/night owl reader

insane driving skills

artsy reader

you ride a bike

singer / drummer reader

selective mutism

resting bitch face

video game voice actor

fire in the twilight

animal sanctuary

cooking/baking stream

unwind

riot band

nonchalant ask-out

autistic reader

musical theatre

actor reader w death scenes

actor reader

overexpressive reader

walk in the dark

stressed cleaning

sickly

flustered faces

vocal impressions

wisdom teeth removal

moving in

model babe

sew, sew, so?

pride parade

kandi kid

sfx artist

tourettes

professional cook

olympian

deployed

SPECIFIC GROUPS

amusement park

pool stream

qsmp ; how much their eggs like you

qsmp ; meeting a russian creator

qsmp ; taking care of their eggs while they're away

sorry boys ; favorite episode with you

handsome bros ; soulmate au

handsome bros ; you have diabetes

handsome bros ; youre a hardcore gamer

handsome bros ; youre like a sloth

handsome bros ; youre struggling mentally

handsome bros ; spoiling them

handsome bros ; sibling antics

handsome bros ; classical musician

handsome bros ; southern accent

handsome bros ; school stress

handsome bros ; tattoos for days

handsome bros ; recovery

handsome bros ; emo

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

rollerskater reader

[library-ghoulette]

day 9 // voice kink

Prompt list thanks to @kroas-adtam 💜

Pairing: Terzo x reader

Rating: Explicit, minors DNI

Words: 1048

Tags: second person POV, female reader, confessional booth, masturbation

Summary: You confess to Papa Terzo why you have trouble paying attention during mass.

A/N: At long last, another Ghostober fic! Written in a frenzy and barely proofread, so beware? The Hail Lilith prayer that I quote in its entirety is from the article "Praying the Satanic Rosary," uploaded to Scribd by jimhoward300380.

Read beneath the cut or on ao3!

All is quiet as you make your way to the confessional, stepping into the booth and pulling the door behind you with a muffled, satisfying snick. You settle on the bench, and the dim silence envelopes you, thick and expectant. It awaits your words and the violence of breaking.

You cross yourself—right shoulder, left, forehead, between your breasts—and say, "Bless me, Papa, for a I have sinned. It has been one week since my last confession."

Then, you pause, letting the silence spool out between you. You can only catch a glimpse of a silhouette through the screen, the strong line of an aquiline nose in profile.

There is an impatient shuffling of vestments. "Go on, sorella."

A frisson of excitement runs through you at the words, at the familiar trill of the rolled r. You're not supposed to know who sits on the other side of the divider. You're certainly not supposed to memorize the schedule according to which the various Papas in residence—three retired from their public role, but still of service to their flock, and one still on active duty, as it were—hear confession, and plan your sojourns into the booth accordingly.

But isn't rule-breaking inherent to your faith, you rationalize? Did Lucifer not rebel before His creator? Is it not the nature of the brightest stars to fall?

And fall you have. You're not unique in this—every Sibling in the Abbey would be happy to line up and wait their turn with Papa Terzo. Who could resist his clever hands, his easy charisma, the transfixing power of his unholy gaze?

But for you? It's all about the voice. You have been known to linger outside of the music room, sweeping the hallway extra carefully as he warms up his vocal chords, running through scales and nonsense exercises. During mass, you let your eyes slip shut in the semblance of religious ecstasies, letting each syllable of his homily wash over you, meaning more felt by your body than absorbed by your mind.

But nothing compares to sitting here with him in the secretive dark, where each word rings with a special gravity, rendered huge by the small space.

You rack your brain for something to confess, searching your soul for the most exquisite sins you've committed. You run through a small litany of everyday transgressions—indulging your slothfulness, lying to Sister Imperator and saying that you weren't feeling well to get out of cleaning the sanctuary, envying one of your Sisters the expensive new pair of shoes she just bought and won't stop showing off every chance she gets.

Each sin you recount gets little more than a grunt of acknoledgement. This is no good. He's barely spoken the entire time you've been in here, and you're running out of sins, running out of opportunities for approval, for comment.

You decide to be bold.

"And—" your voice falters for just a moment before you press on "—and I've been having— impure thoughts. During mass."

"Oh?"

"Yes, Papa. I find that I can't focus during the readings, because I'm so distracted by— by your voice."

"My voice, sorella?" It comes out deep and rumbling, and you swear you can feel the words low in your belly as surely as if he were murmuring against your skin. You press your thighs together, seeking friction, seeking any relief you can find.

"Y-yes," you sigh. Your fingers twist in the hem of your skirt.

"Well, that is a problem." A pause, and you wonder whether he's going to continue. "You come here to hear my voice, but I think that I need to hear yours."

"Papa?" you ask, confused.

"Say a Hail Lilith for me," he commands. "As your penance for failing to listen to the words of our Unholy Father."

You take a deep breath, collecting yourself as you recall the words of the prayer. "Hail Lilith, full of the Serpent's seed, Satan be with you. Blessed are—"

"Slower," he interrupts.

You begin again, taking your time. "Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb, the Demons."

As you speak, you become aware of the rustling of cloth, as though he has reached beneath the robes of his office, as though—but surely not—he has taken himself in hand. It surprises you so much that you stop mid-prayer.

His voice is husky, breathy, when he prompts you, "Keep going. Please."

Emboldened, you snake your hand up under your skirt and down your panties, suppressing a gasp as your fingertips find your swollen clit and begin to trace desperate circles. You strive to keep your voice steady as you continue to pray.

"Seductress Lilith, m-mother of— mm— mother of S-succubi—"

You can still hear the motion of his hand, the huff of his breath as he gets closer, as he whispers, "Yes, that's it…"

"Pray— pray for— for us." The words have to fight your quickening breath and lust-muddled brain, now, and you're so close to coming that you're barely aware of what you're saying, or how loud you're being. "Pray for us that are serving You! Now and— fuck— now and in the— in the—"

Your release carries the rest of the prayer away, and you bite your lip hard enough to taste the coppery tang of blood, desperate not to scream your pleasure loud enough for the entire church to hear.

Beyond the partition, you hear his muttered swearing, the gentle knock of his head falling back against the wall of the confessional, and a deep, barely suppressed moan that you know you'll be replaying in your head tonight, and for many nights to come.

"Pray for us that are serving you," you repeat, slightly out of breath, "now and in the time of our Fornication. Nema."

For a few moments, the booth fills with the sounds of your breath as you both recover, heartbeats slowing. And then he asks, "Do you have anything else to confess?"

"This is all I can remember," you say, falling into the rote script of confession. "I revel in these and all my sins."

"Very good. When you leave, say three more Hail Liliths and an Our Father. And sorella?"

"Yes, Papa?"

"Come to confession the same time next week."

[i-love-all-things-camp]

✴THE BUDDIE WEDDING✴

Part 8 - The Honeymoon

✦ Honeymoon Location ✦: COSTA RICAAAA🐠🦜🌴

My Buddie Honeymoon Non-negotiables:

Tropical

Many physical activities

Lots of wildlife

Rich history

(the last two are specifically for Buck)

And Costa Rica checks all of those boxes. There's also a sloth sanctuary that would probably make Buck's head explode with excitement. They can also go hiking, snorkeling, and ziplining. And then lounge on the beach while watching the sunset and live happily ever after. ✹

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[sitting-on-me-bum]

A young sloth named Gloria, who was rescued after being stolen from the wild and destined for trafficking, hangs from a branch after being released in the Botanical Garden in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Gloria was cared for by the Free Life Institute NGO that rehabilitates injured wildlife found in the Rio area and returns them, when possible, back to the wild. Those that are too injured to be released are sent to other rehab centres or sanctuaries

Photograph: Bruna Prado/AP

[lore-of-the-mushroom-kingdom]

Mushroom Kingdom Yoshi Extinction And Rewilding 1

So there is a location known as Yoshi Desert which has a Yoshi Sphinx in it. This more than likely places it being part of Desert Hills and around Dry Dry Desert, since like I discussed in a previous post that's where we can find Yoshi Sphinxes. But that begs the question, why are there Yoshi Sphinxes in the Desert of the Mushroom Continent.

Well as discussed in a previous post, the brochure for the Cascade Kingdom reveals it's one of the last places dinosaurs can still be found. This would imply dinosaurs such as Yoshies used to have a greater range than they do now. This is further backed up by Yoshies once living on Isle Delfino but now also being extinct there as well. So there Mushroom Continent probably used to have Yoshies on them until they went extinct.

This would explain the fruits/berries found throughout the Mushroom Continent especially in the Grasslands. These fruits always seem to be Yoshi's main source of food, and thus they are probably here because Yoshis once lived here. In other words fruits are like the Avocados and Squash to the Giant Ground Sloths and Wooly Mammoths, but for Yoshis.

So in a previous post I mentioned Yoshi and friends seemed to have moved to the Mushroom Kingdom sometime after SMRPG. I also mentioned in my Dry Dry Desert post that in SMO in the distance you can see what looks like a valley. I think this could be Yoshi Valley with being located between the 2 main areas where Yoshis once roamed. The Grasslands and Desert Hills. Yoshi Valley is also known as the Wild Yoshi Sanctuary, this was probably set up as a way to rewild the Mushroom Kingdom with Yoshis. They would more than likely have brought Yoshis over from Dinosaur Land to do this. Edit, Dinosaur Land is actually located in the Mushroom Kingdom, and thus the Yoshis from Dinosaur Land would have been brought from these islands to the mainland. Explanation

[ca1ypso0]

guys- let me cook

Friends and I are making a yaelokre band that lives in the sanctuary with the Larks <3 they act as older siblings

Eurasian Lynx - harrow

Sloth bear - Sonder

Lesser Horseshoe Bat - Dagny

[astarab1aze]

i mentioned mharra's (simplified) underlying themes to lune, so i thought it a good idea to sort of do the same for my other muses!

asuka: maturation, self-discovery, growth, a child who sees the world for what it really is for the first time but struggles and adapts, attachment, expression, the wonder and whimsy that persists in a violent and ugly world, unconditional acceptance and foolish love, powerlessness

crovita: relearning how to trust, motherhood, coping with the consequences of one's actions, a woman who sees the world for what it really is all the time, finds the hope and reason to keep fighting for it, tenderness, compassion, womanhood, beauty, sensuality

furie: disillusionment, doubt, loss of faith, having all this power and still being powerless, grief, coming to terms with loss and opening oneself to new possibilities and relationships, entrapment, doomed by the gods, false freedom, cryptic and acheful wisdom

hydre: the breaking and continuing of a cycle, 'eating one's feelings', the inevitability of passion and sloth, dysfunctional family, thinly veiled revenge, a supreme being growing fond of mortals they hate, the introduction of meaning, godhood, amorality, a life with purpose but no meaning

kaede: internalization of abuse, confusion, grief, self-loathing, slowly healing from various extreme traumas, self-abandonment, sexualization of connection, intensity, sitting on the cusp of breaking a cycle yet being too afraid not to use one's trauma as a crutch

loux: extreme self-abandonment, explicit continuance of a cycle of misery, death, and self-abuse, a literal inability to let go, 'the bad guy who redeems himself in the end', corrupted noble goals, family trauma & dysfunction, amorality, intensity, raw ambition, mercy

mharra: apathy, hopeless cynicism, loneliness, unwillingness to rely on anyone else for help to solve devastating personal issues, hatred for war & environmental destruction, stoicism, loss, intensity

sortia: sadomasochism, immorality, the loss and reclamation of oneself, intensity, wanton cruelty, extreme self-abandonment, insatiable and misguided hunger for power, vengeance, the violence of womanhood, what comes of a broken heart

vayn: hope and love persisting in spite of the horror of trauma and life et al, kindness and understanding in the face of evil, extreme pacifism, resisting one's true nature, healing, sexualization of love itself, family trauma & dysfunction, victimhood, loss of freedom, sanctuary

viresca: endless curiosity & thirst for knowledge, vengeance, a willingness to do the unthinkable to accomplish one's goals, slowest corruption, resilience, awkward youth, lack of understanding, propriety, family trauma & dysfunction, coping with abuse instead of doing something about it, keeping one's word

[infinitetravel]

Gamboa Sloth Sanctuary, Panama (Scratching Sloth)

[natuwa]

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When considering a volunteer program in Sloths Sanctuary Costa Rica, there are several important factors to consider.

•First, think about what you hope to gain from the experience. Are you looking to learn about the animals and their ecology, or would you prefer to work directly with them? Programs vary in their focus and intensity, so it is important to choose one that matches your interests and abilities.

•Another important consideration is the cost of the program. Most programs range from $1,000 to $4,000 and include food, lodging, and transportation. However, it is important to be aware that some programs may not include airfare, which can add $1,000 to $2,000 to the cost.

•Additionally, you will need to account for your time off work. Most programs last two to four weeks, but some can be as long as eight weeks. If you are unable to take that much time off, there are shorter options available, but they may not include as much hands-on interaction with the animals.

For more details visit our website natuwa.com

[hes-striker]

Striker Gives Birth

Written by @bunny-is-cute

Blitzø's energy surged as he lunged forward, confronting the remaining shark demons with ferocity that struck fear into their ranks. His fists flew wildly, landing punches that sent one creature crashing to the gravel. The demons stumbled back, and Blitzø seized the chance to deliver a powerful kick that sent another sprawling into the shadows.

“You think you can threaten us? You picked the wrong fight!” he exclaimed, breathless but fierce.

Meanwhile, Striker struggled against labor pains and the anxiety of potential loss. Heart pounding, he crawled backward to the sanctuary of Blitzø’s van, using it as refuge while his friend dispatched the last threats.

With one final blow, Blitzø sent the last demon retreating. He turned back to find Striker finally catching his breath in the van.

“We’re clear for now! Did you see that? I was like a whirlwind!” he panted, a grin plastered on his face.

Striker couldn't muster a smile, his focus drawn to the intense waves of pain crashing over him. “Great job, but I need you here now. It’s coming!” he gasped.

Blitzø immediately rushed to the back of the van, eyes wide with urgency. “I’m here! Just breathe, Striker! Focus on me.”

With a grunt, Striker’s body surged, and Blitzø watched in awe as Striker's face contorted with concentration. He laid back on the cold metal floor, taking deep breaths.

As pressure built within him, Striker felt it—the unmistakable urge to push. With one final effort, he laid an unhatched egg, a faint moan escaping his lips as he noticed bruises forming around its shell.

“It’s here! But… something’s not right with this one,” he stated, his voice strained.

“What do you mean? Is it alive?” Blitzø urged, alarmed.

Striker nodded, feeling the egg’s faint vibrations against his skin. “I think so… but I don’t have much time! Another one is on its way!”

“You’ve got this! You’re tougher than any shark out there. Just keep pushing!” Blitzø encouraged, placing a steadying hand on Striker's shoulder.

With a deep breath, Striker surrendered to the contractions. Another surge overtook him, and he locked eyes with Blitzø as he gritted his teeth.

“I can feel it coming!” Striker groaned, the physical pain met by Blitzø’s protective presence, igniting a spark of hope within him.

With one last, powerful push, Striker laid down a second egg. The shell was vibrant yet marred by bruises, reflecting the tumultuous journey they had faced. Striker slumped back, panting but filled with a sense of accomplishment.

“You did it!” Blitzø exclaimed, eyes wide. “You brought them into the world!”

Striker breathed heavily and smiled weakly at the two eggs nestled in the dim light of the van. The first began to tremble, a sign of life eager to break free.

“But they look hurt… How will we take care of them?” Striker fretted, concern etched on his brow.

“We’ll figure it out,” Blitzø assured, pulling out a small medical kit. “I’ve got some supplies. We need to keep them safe until they hatch.”

With Blitzø’s help, they carefully tended to the eggs, preparing for their arrival despite the risks outside. An unwavering bond formed between them—a shared determination to protect what they had created together.

As they headed toward St. An's Hospital in Sloth Ring, tension filled the night air. Blitzø gripped the wheel, casting worried glances back at Striker, who clasped the two bruised eggs tightly to his chest.

“You need to rest, Striker,” Blitzø urged. “We’ve got time.”

“The eggs need me! I won’t let anything happen to them!” Striker insisted defiantly.

“They’ll be fine,” Blitzø countered. “You’re the one who needs to be looked after right now.”

Striker winced at a contraction and shook his head, adrenaline coursing through him. “I can’t sleep, not yet.”

Hours passed quietly as they drew closer to the hospital. As they arrived, Blitzø spotted an urgent-looking staff member rushing past.

“Hey! We need help!” he called out, waving frantically.

The staff member turned, quickly assessing the situation. “What’s going on?”

“My friend just gave birth to these!” Blitzø gestured at the eggs. “He needs help! And we need to ensure the eggs are okay!”

The staff member radioed for assistance, and soon, a second staff member arrived with a gurney. Seeing Striker’s pale face, Blitzø felt a surge of urgency.

“Sir, we need to get you onto this so we can check your condition,” the nurse urged.

Striker shook his head, cradling the eggs protectively. “I’m fine! I can walk!”

“Striker, stop! You just gave birth! You need to be checked, and those eggs need experts!” Blitzø exclaimed, desperate.

Striker hesitated, fear etched on his face. He looked down at the eggs and then back at Blitzø. “But they need me…”

The nursing staff moved closer, ready to help as Striker continued to resist. Blitzø stepped forward, gripping Striker’s shoulders. “You need to be okay for them. Please let them help you.”

Striker locked eyes with Blitzø, and after a tense moment, he nodded reluctantly.

The staff approached once more, ready to administer a sedative, ensuring Striker was calm. Blitzø spoke softly, encouraging him. “You’re doing great, Striker. Focus on the eggs.”

As the sedative took effect, Striker felt the tension begin to ease, exhaustion washing over him. The nurses carefully guided him onto the gurney, and Blitzø stood close, reassuring him.

“You did the right thing, Striker. Just let them take care of you. You’re okay now,” Blitzø promised.

The nursing staff sprang into action, placing monitoring devices around Striker’s arms while another prepared an incubator for the eggs.

“We’ll monitor them closely. They’ll be just fine,” a nurse assured him.

As Striker's physical tension faded, he turned to the incubator, feeling a flicker of determination. “Promise me they’ll be okay…”

“I promise,” Blitzø replied earnestly. “Just focus on your health now.”

Once they got Striker settled, a doctor arrived to assess the situation, and Striker nodded, yielding under the weight of exhaustion.

“We’re going to keep you here for observation,” the doctor stated. “Your health is crucial. Once we know you’re stable, we’ll get you both set up for recovery.”

Striker finally allowed himself to relax as the sedatives worked their magic. Blitzø held his hand, providing unwavering support.

“Just rest, Striker. You’ve done enough for today,” he said.

Striker nodded slowly, his eyelids growing heavy as he finally surrendered to the embrace of sleep, comforted by Blitzø’s steady grip. As the world faded away, he felt a sense of safety, knowing he was not alone in facing the uncertain journey ahead.