#Lo the armadillo

[insekiwii]

ok ok this the last one for today i swear, a bich gotta sleep hehe

Tomiko belongs to @mishacakes

And my bean is well..mine heh

[catthattalks]

Sidestep going from not wanting to remember re-gene language to wishing they could remember it more

[alexjcrowley]

Roba fin troppo niche ma ho realizzato che idealmente Alfred è L'Armadillo di Bruce Wayne (sì, L'Armadillo di Zerocalcare) e, a me che mi diverto con poco, questa cosa fa morire dalle risate.

Cioè immaginate Gordon che fa partire il batsegnale alle 3 di notte e Bruce che si veste da Batman chiedendo ad Alfred il suo supporto tecnico mentre Alfred, giustamente, stava dormendo, e gli risponde "Sì, sì, Master Bruce, mo te raggiungo col coso, come se chiama, er coso dai...ah, sí, te raggiungo cor cazzo".

Alfred che spiega a Bruce la tecnica segreta del "se beccamo" per parlare con Selina.

Bruce che torna a casa alle 5 del mattino col costume da pipistrello, distrutto dopo una notta a inseguire Catwoman, e Alfred che lo accoglie con "Hai scopato?" "No" "Sei cintura nera di come se schiva la vita"

Bruce che si lamenta dei problemi che affliggono la sua vita da miliardario e Alfred che gli risponde "Guarda che mi sa che è peggio annà a lavorà in cantiere, così, a occhio".

La reazione di Alfred a Bruce Wayne che sceglie di diventare Batman è "Te l'hai indagata 'sta cosa co' un professionista? Che quando una cosa po anna' liscia, te te metti a fa i numeri da circo per farla veni' a sangue e merda?"

Bruce che sta a rispiegare ad alta voce la sua tragic backstory e Alfred che gli fa "Ma perchè m'hai attaccato 'sta pippa, per famme sanguina' l'orecchie? Io già a so' 'sta storia, so' il maggiordomo tuo, te ricordi, sì?"

Bruce che fa tutti i suoi monologhi epici sul bene, sul male, sulla giustizia, e Alfred che gli risponde "Guarda, è uno spunto interessante, però nun mo o devi di' a me, anzi sai che facciamo ora? Lo segnaliamo a un amico mio, che pensa un po' è proprio la persona preposta a raccogliere queste idee. Lo sai chi è? STOCAZZO"

[purplenickel]

Alfredo the Armadillo!

A día de los muertos rescue I love him

[denwenai]

FAUNARGTOBER DÍA 2: TATÚ CARRETA

Considerada vulnerable por el UICN, es la especie de armadillo de mayor tamaño. Se caracteriza por sus hábitos nocturnos y solitarios; y se alimenta principalmente de hormigas, termitas y otros insectos.

fun fact! el caparazón está compuesto por placas móviles no superpuestas que le dan gran flexibilidad, y en las patas delanteras sus garras pueden alcanzar los 20cm

[rumbelleshowdown]

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Author: Danger Mouse

Group: Final

Prompts: Baby milestones. Panic, expect, ambition, compact. Treasure.

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Baby Steps

“Belle!”

Belle looked up at the sound of her own name and saw Snow White crossing the street, a huge smile on her face.  When she arrived on the same side of the road she bent down, getting a better look into the stroller that Belle was pushing.  

“And Gideon!  Wow, I feel like it’s been forever since I last saw you.  Look at how big you’ve gotten!”  

“Yeah, he’s a little weed that’s for sure.” Belle smiled in return, looking down at her son.  “Hey Gid, do you want to say hi to Snow?”

“Oh, is he talking now?”  Snow looked up, then back at Gideon expectantly. 

“Well, no.  Not really.”  Belle shrugged.  “He babbles a lot, but nothing we can make out as actual words yet.”  

“Ah, I remember that stage.”  Snow nodded her head wryly.  “Neal babbled ‘dada’ when he was six months old and David absolutely insisted it counted as his first word.”

“What was his actual first word?”

“Dada.”  Snow laughed.  “When he was ten months he pointed directly at David and said it, so I had to concede the point.  He said ‘mama’ soon after though, so I didn’t feel too left out.”  

“Rumple thinks that Gideon will say ‘mama’ first but I’m not so sure.”

“Well, I’m sure you won’t have to wait too long to find out. He’s what?  Fourteen months now?  How is he with walking?  Has he taken his first steps yet?”  

“No, not yet.”  Belle kept her smile on her face with effort.  “He crawls a bit, but generally prefers to stay put and play with whatever he has around him.”

“Consider yourself lucky.”  Snow stood back up to her full height and addressed Belle directly.  “Neal was an early walker and budding escape artist. I’d turn my back for half a second and he’d be gone.  I longed for the days when I could set him down somewhere and know he’d stay put!”  

“Sounds like he was a bit of a handful.”  

“Very much so,” Snow agreed.  “But totally worth it.”   

“Oh, definitely.”  Belle smiled down at Gideon fondly.  

“Well, I’ve gotta run but it was great to see you.”  Snow took a step back.  “And I hope you’re coming to the Fourth of July celebrations tomorrow.”  

“Oh, right.”  Belle shook her head at herself.  “I’d completely forgotten about that.  But, sure, I’ll ask Rumple but I don’t think we have any plans.”

“Great!  See you there!”  

*

When Rumplestiltskin returned from the shop that evening he smiled at the sound of the voices of his wife and child drifting through from the living room.  Moving slowly he peeked around the door frame to see them both sat on the floor, Belle with a compact set of flashcards in her hand.

“Ooh, look at this one, Gideon.  Camel.  Ca-mel.”

“Ab-da!  Ba!”  

“And here’s a crocodile.  Croc-o-dile.”  

“La-do.  Hee.”  Gideon reached out to bat away the card.  

“All right, not a fan of crocodiles I see. How about an armadillo?  Can you say ‘armadillo’?”

“Lo!”

“Yes, armadillo!”

Rumplestiltskin decided now was a good time to make his presence known.  “Expecting our son’s first word to be ‘armadillo’ is a tad ambitious, don’t you think?”  

Belle and Gideon both turned to him, beaming smiles on their faces. 

“Rumple!  Hi, we didn’t hear you come in.”  Belle pushed herself up on her knees enough to receive the kiss he leaned down to bestow on her lips as he walked up to her.  “How was your day?”

“The usual.”  He sat in the nearby armchair, close enough to reach out and stroke Gideon’s head, as Belle settled back down.  “How about you two?  Did you and Mama have a good day, Gideon?”  

“We did, didn’t we?”  Belle addressed Gideon before looking up at Rumplestilskin.  “We went to the park and Gideon saw the ducks.  Then on the way back we ran into Snow White.”

“Oh?”  Rumplestiltskin kept his voice casual.  He knew his wife well enough to pick up on the way her demeanour shifted slightly when she mentioned Snow’s name.  “What did she want?”

“She was asking about Gideon.  If he’s talking and walking yet and telling me how early Neal did both of those things.”  Yes, there was a definite note of dejection in her voice now.  

“She upset you,” Rumplestitlskin growled, thinking of all the ways he could make the princess’s life miserable.

“No!”  Belle hurried to reassure him.  “I mean, not on purpose.  She just wanted to talk about babies with someone she felt could relate.  And I get that, I do. I just worry about how long Gideon is taking to reach those milestones.”

“Hey.”  His voice was soft as he stood, gently pulling her to her feet as well and holding her arms carefully.  “Remember that veritable library of baby books you bought?  I know you read every single one of them. What did they all say?”

“That all babies are different and develop at their own rate.” 

“Exactly.  It’s not a race, sweetheart.  Gideon is doing fine.”

“I know.  I know.  I guess I just…”

“What?  Expected him to be a genius who developed faster than all the other babies because he’s our son?”

“No!  Well, maybe a little.”  She turned away in embarrassment before meeting his eyes again, looking almost guilty.  “But it’s not just that.  Sometimes I wonder, what if it’s me?  What if I’m not doing something I should be doing, or, or doing something wrong and stifling his development somehow?”

“Belle.”  Rumplestiltskin stared intently into her eyes, wanting to make sure she was paying attention to what he was about to say.  “Listen to me.  You are a wonderful mother.  Gideon is happy and healthy and that’s what matters.  If he’s a bit late in developing then we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, but we have plenty of time before that stage.  He’s doing fine.”

They both turned to where Gideon was still sitting on the floor, babbling away to a couple of stuffed animals.

“You’re right.”  Belle smiled in an obvious attempt to lighten the mood, before reaching down to pick up their son.  “You’re doing fine, aren’t you Gid?”  

“Ba-da!”  He thrust the toy giraffe in his hand towards her face.

“For me?”  Belle took it with a smile.  “Thank you, Gideon.”  

“Ahhh!  Ba!”  Gideon reached out and Belle handed the giraffe back to him.  

“By the way, thanks for finding that.” Belle turned her head towards Rumplestiltskin.  “Where was it in the end?”

“Hmm?  Where was what?”  

“His giraffe.  I couldn’t find it anywhere yesterday morning, but he had it today.  I thought you must have found it.”  

“Not that I can recall, but then he does have a lot of toys.”  He gestured at the cluttered living room.  “It was probably just hidden under something else.”  

“Maybe.”  Belle frowned as she looked around .  “I thought I checked though.  Oh, before I forget, Snow wanted to know if we’re going to the Fourth of July celebrations tomorrow?”

Rumplestiltskin sighed.  “Seems a strange thing to celebrate when we’re not even from this land.”

“Gideon is,” Belle pointed out.  “And I think it would be fun for him.  I can take him on my own if you’re not interested.”  

“No, no.  I’d much rather spend the day with you two.  As long as you don’t expect me to engage in any activities.”

“I think you’ll be safe,” Belle laughed.  “You can use Gideon as a handy excuse.”    

*

The Fourth of July dawned warm and sunny.  Rumplestiltskin watched in fond amusement as Belle slathered their son in SPF 50 before dressing him in a sun suit and floppy hat, then added two more bottles of sunscreen to her purse.  

When they arrived at the celebrations, his wife made a bee-line for a picnic table under the shade of a large tree, claiming the whole area with the stroller and bags she had brought.  Taking a seat facing outwards towards the square she held Gideon in her lap so he could watch the goings on around them.  

“Hey, guys!”  Ruby Lucas came bounding over once they had settled in, smiling widely at the family before focusing all her attention on Gideon.  “And hey, little man!  Great to see you!  Will you be joining our treasure hunt today?”

She reached into the bucket she was carrying and produced a plastic golden doubloon, waving it in front of Gideon’s face, causing him to laugh in delight.

“What treasure hunt is this?”  Belle asked.

“I’ve hidden a load of these around the square,” Ruby replied, handing the coin to Belle, “for the kids to find.  They can exchange them at Granny’s stall for cookies and treats or save them up for bigger prizes.”  

“Sounds fun,” Belle said, examining the coin while Gideon tried to grab it from her.  “But I think Gideon would prefer to watch from the sidelines, wouldn’t you Gid?”  

“Of course.”  Ruby winked at them, taking the coin back.  “Well I hope you have a good day, and enjoy the rest of the celebrations.”

Gideon reached out as she turned to leave, grumbling slightly.  

“Aw, it’s all right, Gideon.”  Belle bounced him softly.  “You’ll see Auntie Ruby again soon.”  

Gideon’s grumbling only increased, so Belle shifted him slightly to address Rumplestiltskin over his head.  “He might be hungry.  Can you grab his snacks from the back of the stroller?”

Rumplestiltskin nodded, doing as she asked, and looked up again in time to see her addressing a somewhat calmer Gideon.  

“Here we go Gideon, are you hungry?  Oh, what have you got there?”  Her brow furrowed in confusion as she lifted his hand, finding a small gold coin clenched in his fist.  

“Now where did that come from, hmm?”  Belle asked as she gently prised it from his grip.  “Did you take it from Auntie Ruby’s bucket when I wasn’t looking?”

“Ba!”  Gideon smiled and reached out for it.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but I don’t want you putting that in your mouth.  Here.”  Belle put the coin down before reaching into the packet Rumplestiltskin handed her.  “Would you like a yummy veggie straw instead?”

Gideon took the snack she offered and proceeded to throw it straight onto the ground.

“Guess not,” Belle laughed, leaning down to pick it up.  “Bit wasteful there, Gideon… Wait, how did you get that again?”

The coin was back in his hand and Belle took it with a shake of her head.  “I know I put that out of your reach.”

Rumplestiltskin winced, knowing his wife was not going to react well to what he had to say next.

“Sweetheart?”  He paused, waiting for her to look at him.  “Don’t be alarmed, but I think it’s possible that Gideon has been using magic.”

“What?  No, he can’t.  He’s…”  Belle trailed off as she looked down in time to see the coin vanish from her hand and reappear in Gideon’s.  “Oh.”  

*

Belle’s mind was whirling as she packed up, ignoring the concerned glance Ruby threw their way, before pushing the stroller back to their house.  She could hear Rumplestiltskin behind her but he didn’t say anything until they got inside.  

“Belle, sweetheart.  It’s all right.  Don’t panic.”  

“Don’t panic?  Our baby has magic!  How am I not supposed to panic?”  She picked Gideon up from the stroller, examining his face as though she could find answers there.  “The books didn’t prepare me for this!”

“Really? ‘What to Expect When You’re Expecting’ doesn’t have a chapter on Baby’s First Magic?” he quipped.

“Stop it!  This is serious.  How are you being so calm about it?  How is this even possible?”

“He’s the son of the Dark One and the product of True Love.  He was always going to be exceptional.”  Rumplestiltskin said proudly as he stepped closer, running his hand over the back of Gideon’s head.   

“Yeah, I knew he would be capable of magic.  That he could harness it in the future when he’s able to understand what he’s doing.” Belle felt her voice rising and made an effort to lower it.  “But he’s only a baby.  How are we supposed to get him to control his powers when I can barely stop him putting peas up his nose?”

“I have an idea about that,” Rumplestiltskin began cautiously.  “Do you remember the magic-inhibitor cuff?  Well, I’ve been working on something similar for Gideon, more appropriate for his size.”

“Wait, you knew this was going to happen?”  Belle pulled back in shock.  “You knew and you didn’t tell me?”  

“Only that it was a possibility.  I didn’t know for certain until today.  And I didn’t see any point in worrying you unnecessarily when it might never happen.”

“Right, well, in the future I would like to be informed of the possibility of our son developing magical powers before he starts pickpocketing people at town events,” she hissed.  

“To be fair, Ruby did invite him to join in the treasure hunt.”  Rumplestiltskin shrugged.

“It’s not funny!” Belle snapped.  “What if he’d choked on it?  Or what if this had happened when we were at Granny’s and he decided he wanted a closer look at a shiny steak knife?”  

Rumplestiltskin frowned, apparently not having considered that.  “You’re right.  I’m sorry.”  He looked down before kissing her head and she softened at his obvious contrition.  “Would you like to try the cuff?”

“I don’t see what other choice we have.”  She looked at him in the hopes he might have another suggestion.  “Do you?”  

“Well, I suppose I could try baby-magic-proofing the house.  But I can’t extend that to the whole town.”

“And I don’t want to turn Gideon into a shut-in, afraid to let him interact with people.”  Belle sighed then nodded, her decision made.  “Yes, get the cuff.”  

Rumplestiltskin waved his hand, a baby-sized cuff appearing in his palm.  

Belle eyed it warily, feeling a pang of anxiety despite her earlier words.  “It won’t hurt him, will it?”

“Of course not.  All it will do is suppress his magic.  Hey, Gideon.”  He smiled at his son, who was eyeing the cuff with interest.  “Would you like to wear this?”

Gideon smiled and waved his arm, the cuff disappearing from Rumplestilskin’s hand and into his own.

“Clever boy,”  Rumplestiltskin smiled.  “Shall we put it on you?”

“Ado!”  Gideon threw the cuff on the floor, giving his father a toothy grin..  

“Sorry, son.  That’s what we call a rhetorical question,” Rumplestiltskin chuckled, picking up the cuff and fastening it gently around Gideon’s wrist. “There you go.  It’s only for a little while, and when you’re older I’ll teach you all about magic.”

“Gick!”  

“Yes, Gideon.  Magic.”  Belle smiled, bouncing him softly in her arms.  “Papa will teach you all about magic.”

“Ma-gick!”  Gideon laughed, clapping his hands.

Belle and Rumplestiltskin looked at each other in wonder.

“Did he…?” Belle whispered.  

“I think he did.”  

“Ma-gick!”  Gideon repeated, grinning.

“That’s my boy!”  Rumplestiltskin beamed.  “Now make your mother happy and say ‘armadillo’ next.”  

-

[lackablazeical]

*conspicuous scribblin noises as i doodle an armadillo in the adams au style*

👀' ..don't mind me

I'm literally in love with you please please you realize how much of a privilege it is to have ur beautiful art in my brain. Do you know???? No, you don't!!!! 🗣🗣🗣

Lo? More like LO-ve of my life bffr/aff

[fkukso]

El descubrimiento de 32 marcas de cortes en fósiles de un gliptodonte en Argentina proporciona evidencia de que los humanos habrían llegado a Sudamérica mucho antes de lo que se pensaba. Se trata de un género extinto de grandes mamíferos acorazados emparentado con los armadillos actuales.

Mi reportaje en profundidad en Agencia SINC (España).

Se lee aquí.

+ @fedkukso

[biddybaboop]

prototipo de alebrije, descripción de cada parte después del corte, if you have any ideas please share

Cabeza de canino, orejas de cabra, cuernos ( o cresta de gallo, no sé todavía), patas delanteras de lobo, alas de libélula, patas de enmedio de rumiante, patas traseras de gallina, torso medio de armadillo (creo, lo intenté), cola de tiburón toro

[mute-orbodile]

Español: Hola! Soy el crador del blog, diganme Aku, Oliver o Akemi, y les presento al prota del blog

English: Hello! I am the creator of the blog, call me Aku, Oliver or Akemi, and I would like to introduce you to the main character of the blog.

Español: Él es Orbodile, es la version armadillo de Orbot de Sonic, pero hay algo que lo diferencia de los demás: es mudo

English: He is Orbodile, he is the armadillo version of Sonic's Orbot, but there is something that makes him different from the others: he is mute.

(Español) Datos sobre él:

Usa una libreta para comunicarse

Su comida favorita es el oniguiri

Le gusta Cubot e Infinite por igual

MBTI: ???

Comunmente se muestra serio, pero por dentro es muy amable

Tiene 18 años

(Einglish) Facts about him:

He uses a notebook to communicate

His favorite food is onigiri

He likes Cubot and Infinite equally

MBTI: ???

He usually acts serious, but inside he is very kind

He is 18 years old

Español: ACLARACIÓN: Este es un blog donde se puede hacer rol, también tiene su propia historia, luego la explico.

Inglés: CLARIFICATION: This is a blog where you can role-play, it also has its own story, I will explain it later.

[jartita-me-teneis]

En 2021, el agricultor argentino Juan de Dios Sota hizo un impresionante descubrimiento mientras cuidaba su campo cerca de Rincón de Valle: cuatro enormes cartuchos blindados de Glyptodon, enterrados durante más de 10.000 años. Estas criaturas prehistóricas, similares a los armadillos gigantes, vagaban por la Tierra durante la última Edad de Hielo (la época del Pleistoceno). El raro hallazgo de múltiples obuses blindados juntos sugiere que este sitio puede haber sido un lugar de reunión significativo para estos antiguos gigantes.

El lugar de descanso final de los Glyptodons probablemente fue el resultado de un evento repentino y catastrófico—tal vez un rápido cambio climático, una inundación grave o una trampa sedimentaria (entierro de barro)— que los enterró bajo capas de sedimento. El estado excepcional de preservación de estas conchas blindadas indica que fueron cubiertas rápidamente, protegiéndolas de la erosión y la decadencia. Este extraordinario descubrimiento no solo revela nuevas ideas sobre las vidas de estas enormes criaturas, sino que también ofrece un poderoso vistazo al mundo antiguo que habitaban, formado por las mismas fuerzas implacables de la naturaleza.

[insekiwii]

So uh...finally got the courage and decided to throw in my girl out into the world. Though i have no idea how to even begin so ... @mishacakes i hope you don't mind Tomiko having a new mom friend to be worried and terrified of her fight choices.

... Lets be honest you can't tell me with a straight face those two chaotic idiots (lovingly) aren't either cooking up or looking for trouble.

I'll have a ref coming soon, till then enjoy a small sight of Lo deeply questioning their parents'.... parenting skills

[la-semillera]

ELISE FERGUSON & JEANETTE WINTERSON

La piel se compone de dos partes principales: la dermis y la epidermis. Es raro pensar que la parte de ti que mejor conozco ya está muerta. Las células que forman la superficie de tu piel son delgadas y planas, sin vasos sanguíneos ni terminaciones nerviosas. Células muertas, más gruesas en las palmas de tus manos y las plantas de tus pies. Tu cuerpo sepulcral, que me fue ofrecido en pretérito, protege el blando centro de las intrusiones del mundo exterior. Yo soy una de esas intrusiones, acariciándote con obsesión necrofílica, amando el caparazón abandonado ante mis ojos. Tu yo muerto se frota constantemente contra mi yo muerto. Tus células caen, se desprenden como escamas, forraje para ácaros y chinches. Lo que pierdes alimenta colonias de vida que pastan en la piel y el pelo desechados. Y tú no sientes nada. ¿Cómo ibas a sentir? Todas tus sensaciones vienen de mucho más adentro, los lugares vivos donde la dermis se renueva y forma otro caparazón de armadillo. Eres un caballero de brillante armadura.

_ Jeannette Winterson, Escrito en el cuerpo. Lumen, Traducción de Encarna Gómez Castejón.

_ Elise Ferguson, Flippity, 2016, pigmented plaster on MDF panel , 24 x 18 inches.

[leyrat]

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Cuando dibujé este diseño y lo vi impreso en pegatina, no pude resistirme a pensar en lo chulo que podría quedar en una camiseta... ¡Así que lo hice realidad!

Y es que de verdad, Si Ya Saben Cómo Nos Ponemos ¿Por qué nos siguen Invitando? Si luego son todo quejas, pero luego quedan las risas. A veces. Pero sí, casi siempre.

Están hechas con serigrafía digital sobre camisetas unisex 100% algodón y un gramaje de 165 g/m², haciendo que no transparenten y que sean resistentes.

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Además de la guía de tallas, dejo aquí unas fotos con modelos no profesionales, pero muy dispuestos para que veáis cómo quedan en cuerpos reales.

La modelo de la Izquierda lleva una talla M

El modelo de la Derecha lleva una talla L

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Si estás de paso ese día en Zaragoza ¡Las tendrás en primicia en El Festival de Fanzines del Armadillo Ilustrado!

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[enserio007artandsketches]

Siempre me pregunte como era hacer pixelart de minecraft, ahora se que me gusta, por cierto la inspiración me vino con la 1.20.5 de los lobos y armadillos.

I really hope this pixel art of the Minecraft Savannah is quite good enough

[spricket-central]

aw mannn, not you too, Poppyseed! :(

i was taking a video of her cleaning her ovipositor and lo and behold, an egg popped out of the base.

i AM relieved to see just how quickly it passed though. that was almost instant, start to finish.

im definitely nervous though, because Breadcrumb was CONSTANTLY grooming her ovipositor like this and, again, she ended up fatally eggbound...

however, despite this similarity, i have noticed an interesting difference: she appears to be lacking the "flap" that Breadcrumb had (and Baguette, unfortunately, currently has) at the opening of her "Egg Hole."

heres a picture of Poppyseed from just now:

and heres a picture of Baguette from last night:

notice how Baguette has that small "flap" sticking down at the base of her ovipositor, and how it appears to be absent on Poppyseed. this could be a positive thing for Poppy, as the flap seems to make the eggs harder to pass when theyre emerging from the egg hole.

anyway, im unsure what all of this means, to be honest. as ive said before, sprickets are NOT common pets, and the amount of research thats been done on them is extremely limited, so i dont think id have much luck searching around for any information on this phenomenon. for all i know, the hole is supposed to be there, and its just the flap that causes problems. I'll have to look into it i suppose, but i dont think I'll have any luck finding answers.

heres one more Poppy Pic™️ for the road:

sprickets look so goofy when they curl up like that, lmao. weird armadillo 🤔