#coarse haired wombat

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The Tasmanian Wombat (Phascolomys wombat) | Joseph Wolf | Zoological sketches v.1 (1861) | Biodiversity Heritage Library | Flickr | Public domain

[galehowl]

Some Elecmon lol

In Aurora's setting, they're a very common sight in the Digital World, though are known to prefer to live in warmer climates, subtropical or even tropical zones.

Relatively small, stocky mammals ( the size of a medium dog ) with broad heads, large mouths and eyes, their round bodies vaguely resemble those of wombats or Tasmanian devils. The fur is trick, short and soft, a bit iridescent and slightly longer on the top of the head and back. The most common colors are various shades of reds, oranges, blues and whites, but there are variations, depending on area of habitat. The blue markings have different patterns. The tail is their most prominent feature, similar to that of a porcupine, though made up out of not quills but very long, thick, coarse bristly hairs. Elecmon fan their tails out when threatened, frightened, angry, or sometimes excited. It is also their weapon, as they discharge electricity primarily from them.

Their front paws have four short digits and small (almost)opposable thumbs, allowing them to use tools with some limitations.

They're generally known to be curious, lively and welcoming to strangers ( as long as you're not there to cause them harm or take anything from them, they'll turn quite territorial and very fast then ), though won't say no to a prank or two now and then.

Elecmon have also been observed to use their electricity to fish and hunt.

Even weaker discharges are enough to kill an adult human instantly, but there have so far been no known cases of that happening. Elecmon mostly cause damage to human technology, mostly unintentionally, if they find themselves in the real world.

[peacholivarosetta]

Gotta Find What I Left BEhind

When: July 9, 2023 Where: BestZOO Best, the Netherlands

Once her joey walked around by herself, mama Wombat finally had some independence back.

Species: Common Wombat (Wombat) Latin name: Vombatus Ursinus Originates from the cooler and better-watered parts of southern and eastern Australia, including Tasmania, and in mountain districts as far north as the south of Queensland. Current status: Least Concern

Did you know: …Also known as the Coarse-Haired or Bare-Nosed Wombat, it can be divided into three subspecies though their distinctness is somewhat uncertain. …Though one of the three still existing species of Wombats – along with the Northern and Southern Hairy-Nosed Wombats – it is actually the only one in the genus Vombatus. …As one of their other name suggests, they have a notable bare nose. …Common Wombats ae solitary, territorial species, and each Wombats has an established range in which it lives and feeds. In this area, they’ll dig a tunnel system which becomes their burrow. Many Wombats will live in the same burrow, and will live there their whole lifespan unless forced out. …They are often nocturnal.

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[imjusttpeachy]

the early bird gets the panini (c.h.)

well this is quite the change of pace isn’t it. lmao i figured u guys needed a break from the crying so here’s... whatever this is

thank u all new followers!! u jus made a big mistake💞🦋

u guys should search up “my very real collab with 50 cent” by corpse if you haven’t heard it yet, i ascended the first time i listened lmaoooo

playlist

the wombats - greek tragedy

aminé - heebiejeebies

free nationals - beauty and essex

the marías- let my baby stay

summary: Corpse interrupts the reader’s morning livestream after she left him alone in bed that morning. Fluff and fuckery ensues.

word count: 2, 326

WARNINGS: she/her pronouns, coarse language

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“Okay, Tom Nook is the most bitch-ass motherfucker I’ve ever met. I could fold him like a panini with a slap I swear to god.”

Mornings were definitely one of your favourite times to stream. Of course, you loved staying up into the early hours of the morning only kept awake by the energy drinks running through your veins and the screaming of your friends over your headset, but nothing could beat the sweet simplicity of waking up with your watchers. It was always so calm, your anxiety levels at a low with the small audience building up slowly as more of them woke up. Reading those good morning messages saying that you helped to start their day off on a good foot— nothing would beat that.

The only downside to these scheduled morning streams was having to tear yourself away from the cozy warmth of your bed, especially if there was a certain someone blanketed over you silently persuading you to stay there forever. It was always a rare sight, bruised eyes sealed shut, long eyelashes kissing pale cheeks as small snores escaped from slightly parted lips. Glancing down at the messy black mop that rested on top of your chest, you sighed softly. You knew he’d only been asleep for a few hours, if that, thinking back to the night before where you crawled into bed alone after kissing him goodnight before leaving him to finish editing for his latest video. He worked too hard, but despite you reminding him this every single time he stayed up into the dark hours of the night to finish his work, he always never seemed to be satisfied. Most of the time you were able to coax him from the stuffy confines of his gaming office, bribing him with sweet kisses and promises of cuddles; when he was in the zone, though, nothing could steer his sore eyes away from the monitor. So with a sweet kiss goodnight, you’d make your way to the bedroom, falling asleep to the faint click-clacks of his keyboard.

It was funny how different you were in that aspect. You always loved mornings, the sun shining through the blinds always brought a smile to your face holding the promise of a bright day ahead. It felt good to never be in a rush, to enjoy the still air, and watch the world around you wake up as people settled into their daily routines. The day’s chaos always seemed to leak through into the dark of the night, but in the morning everything felt new and refreshed; the perfect new beginning to another chapter in the story of your life. Though, allowing yourself the guilty pleasure of staying in bed tangled together with your favourite person every so often wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Okay, maybe it was almost every day.

But who could say no when those strong arms encased you so perfectly, holding you so close you couldn’t figure out where you ended and where he started? Who could say no to his warm skin pressed against your own, the weight of his body grounding you as you pulled yourself from the darkness of sleep? Who could say no to being able to study his face up close, running your fingertip ever so lightly along the curve of his jaw, the bridge of his nose, the apples of his cheekbones, watching his eyelids flutter as he stirred softly in his sleep? Who could say no to the pillow talk you shared once those pretty eyes opened, the deep grumble of his morning voice that prickled goosebumps over your skin as he muttered those 3 sweet little words?

Definitely not you.

Well, not often anyway.

Reluctantly pulling your gaze away from the sweet face resting on your chest, you glanced over to the alarm clock on the nightstand. Red numbers reading 9:37 AM that seemed to be glaring back at you pushed any thought of indulging in your morning pleasures straight from your mind. You’d need to be live in 20 minutes. Puffing another sigh from your lips you slowly worked your way out from underneath your personal weighted blanket, trying your best to maneuver him softly onto the pillows to not wake him. Of course, you’d never be that lucky. Hissing through your teeth as your feet hit the icy top of the hardwood floor, you whipped your head around as a warm hand encased your wrist in a loose grip. Beneath messy bed head that could barely be seen from underneath the comforter that you had pulled back on top of him, you see the glimpse of tired eyes clouded with confusion peering out from underneath.

“Angel?” The deep grumble muttered underneath his breath almost made you throw all your plans to the wind and crawl right back into the fluffy clouds you longed to once again get lost in. Huffing out a sigh you slowly turned around, pulling your hand from his grasp only to bury it in the dark locks buried among the pillows. You leaned down softly, pushing your hands through his hair to reveal soft pleading eyes staring back at you, doing nothing but making your heart ache for having to leave so soon. Trancing your thumb along his eyebrow to try and smooth the small furrow that had made its home between them, you sighed softly.

“It’s Thursday, gotta stream puppy.” You watched as a small flash of recognition passed across his bleary eyes, a puff escaping his lips from under the comforter as you watched his chest fall slightly. Pulling his head up from the comforter, you smiled as you felt chapped lips press a small kiss to the inside of your wrist in understanding. Allowing yourself a bit of fun you leaned down pressing your lips to his briefly, giggling softly as a whine escaped his mouth as you pulled away. “Promise I won’t be long, I’ll be back before you even have time to miss me.”

“Too late for that.”

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Smiling as you glanced up at your monitor that held your live chat, you watched as your viewers lost it with your threat to an animated shopkeeper. Times like this are what remind you of how grateful you are to your subscribers, they were practically family at this point and you felt you couldn’t be luckier to have such genuine, warm-hearted people that wanted to watch; even when you were cussing out characters that did nothing to you. You were laughing as you read some of the chat replies out loud when you saw your phone light up with a text from where it was sitting on your desk. Excusing yourself for a moment from the stream you grabbed your phone seeing a message from Corpse. 

Corpsie💞💞: did you order coffee? someone knocked on the door and there’s a paper bag on the step

Cursing to yourself quietly for forgetting, you answered him quickly saying that you just needed to cut to a break on stream and you’d be out in a minute to grab it. He was wary of even opening the front door these days, and honestly, you couldn’t blame him. The last time you had driven out to pick up whatever was sent into his P.O. Box, there were people waiting outside the building. When you went inside to grab everything, you asked the teller what exactly they were waiting for, to which he told you that they were hoping to catch a glimpse of this faceless internet star as this is where he’d go to get his mail. You don’t think you’ve ever walked faster to your car— trying your best to not grab their attention though your body was shaking with adrenaline, knowing they might’ve seen him while he was waiting there for you. Practically throwing open the driver's door, you tossed everything haphazardly into the back seat, telling Corpse to pull up his hood and mask as you started the car and peeled out of there. That was the last time he left the house.

You sighed, dropping your phone back on your desk as well as the switch that had been sitting in your lap, beginning to explain that you needed a quick break to get your coffee and starting to click through the settings to set up your break screen when you saw your phone light up again.

Corpsie💞💞: nah don’t worry i got it

You barely had time to sit back in your chair as you stared at your phone in disbelief before there was a soft knocking on your office door. 

“Just kidding guys, apparently we have a kind guest who’s bringing it to me instead.”

Corpse hearing your voice from behind the door, it swung open to reveal your mop-headed lover sporting his cute plaid pyjama pants and yesterday’s hoodie as he held your coffees and bag in his hand. You grinned to yourself, moving out of the frame of the webcam as you reached out to grab everything, placing it on your desk before turning back to him with a wide smile. Reaching back for his hand, you pulled it down toward you, his body following as your other hand reached up to bury itself in his bedhead. You leaned forward and pressed a small peck onto his lips, mumbling a soft thank you against them as you kissed him once more. While this may have looked like the most simple gesture you knew how difficult it must have been for him, almost wanting to cry at how sweet he was to go to those lengths to do something a little special for you. As you pulled away, you smiled as his face mirrored yours, those soft rosy lips pulled into the sweetest grin you’d ever seen. Resting his forehead against yours, he mumbled back a small “anything for you princess,” the deep rumble of his morning voice sending a chill up your spine as you leaned forward again to steal another sweet kiss. Finally pulling away from you he stood up to his full height, a yawn escaping his mouth; though as he looked back toward the door you could sense his hesitation and grinned widely up at him.

“Do you wanna sit with me for a bit? I can just turn off the camera.” Giggling softly, you watched his head practically whip back toward you nodding a yes as he squeezed your hand, still intertwined with his. Reluctantly pulling it from his grasp, you pulled yourself back toward your monitors as you began to click through your stream settings. 

“Well, your favourite guest has decided to grace us with his presence for a little so I’m gonna have to turn off face-cam, but I don’t think you guys will have a problem with that.” You laughed out, watching as your chat began to surge with messages about him. Making sure there was no way you could accidentally turn on the webcam again, you gestured him over to you starting to stand from your chair to grab the other one sitting in the corner of the office when a hand grasped yours, a strong tug pulling you completely off it with; a small yelp escaped your lips as you fell clumsily into your boyfriend's chest. You could hear his laugh from above you as he maneuvered you around in his arms before falling back onto your chair and pulling you into his lap, his face burying itself into the crook of your neck where you could feel that smug grin that was surely painted on his face. With his arms wrapped around you completely, holding you securely to his chest you knew you weren’t going anywhere. Looking up at the chat a laugh was pulled from your lips as your watchers conspired against you, message after message accusing you of doing something unspeakable behind the camera as being the reason you turned it off.

“Guys, literally nothing is happening.” You laughed out, watching as the chat passed so fast you couldn’t even read a full sentence. “Corpse just decided he wanted to share a chair instead of getting his own.”

“Yeah, my bad.” With no trace of any remorse in his monotone answer, another laugh escaped from your lips. Leaning forward to grab your switch and actually start playing again, you settled back into Corpse’s lap knowing this is exactly where you wanted to be. You were only a few minutes back into the game, Corpse and you occasionally reading out some live chat comments excited about his surprise appearance as viewers slowly climbed— his own watchers joining to watch the stream, when he inevitably started to fuck with you. A chill snaked up your spine as you began to feel small kisses trailing up your neck, you should’ve known this was one of the reasons he wanted to have you in his lap— it was easier to get your attention this way. You could feel that smug little smile drift back onto his face as he heard your voice start to shake slightly; at those moments he’d pull away and start replying to messages before turning back and starting all over again. It was the fourth time he began to press those soft lips to the base of your throat when you shrugged him off and shoved the breakfast sandwich you were snacking on into his face.

“Okay, if you want to share a chair you’re gonna have to behave.”

“Okay, okay. Sorry baby, sorry.” Corpse laughed out, voice muffled from behind the sandwich; taking a bite of it and placing it back in front of you, his chest still shaking with laughter. Deciding to hook his chin over your shoulder instead, he went back to watching the live chat, chatting and answering questions— that is before he came across a certain comment that had him furrowing his brows in confusion.

“What’s this about you folding Tom Nook like a panini?”

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[ainawgsd]

Echidna

Echidnas, sometimes known as spiny anteaters, belong to the family Tachyglossidae in the monotreme order of egg-laying mammals. The four extant species, together with the platypus, are the only surviving members of the order Monotremata and are the only living mammals that lay eggs. Echidnas live in Australia and New Guinea. Echidnas evidently evolved between 20 and 50 million years ago, descending from a platypus-like monotreme. This ancestor was aquatic, but echidnas adapted to life on land. The echidnas are named after Echidna, a creature from Greek mythology who was half-woman, half-snake, as the animal was perceived to have qualities of both mammals and reptiles.

Echidnas are medium-sized, solitary mammals covered with coarse hair and spines. Superficially, they resemble the anteaters of South America and other spiny mammals such as hedgehogs and porcupines. They are usually black or brown. They have elongated and slender snouts that function as both mouth and nose. Like the platypus, they are equipped with electrosensors, but while the platypus has 40,000 electroreceptors on its bill, the long-beaked echidna has only 2,000 electroreceptors, and the short-beaked echidna, which lives in a drier environment, has no more than 400 located at the tip of its snout. Echidnas have tiny mouths and toothless jaws. The echidna feeds by tearing open soft logs, anthills and the like, and using its long, sticky tongue, which protrudes from its snout, to collect prey. 

The short-beaked echidna's diet consists largely of ants and termites, while the long-beaked species typically eat worms and insect larvae. The tongues of long-beaked echidnas have sharp, tiny spines that help them capture their prey. They have no teeth, and break down their food by grinding it between the bottoms of their mouths and their tongues.

Echidnas do not tolerate extreme temperatures; they use caves and rock crevices to shelter from harsh weather conditions. Echidnas are found in forests and woodlands, hiding under vegetation, roots or piles of debris. They sometimes use the burrows of animals such as rabbits and wombats. Echidnas are capable swimmers. When swimming, they expose their snout and some of their spines. They are known to journey to water in order to groom and bathe themselves.

When fully grown a female can weigh up to 9.9 pounds and a male can weigh up to 13.2 pounds. The echidnas' sex can be inferred from their size, as males are 25% larger than females on average. The reproductive organs also differ, but both sexes have a single opening called a cloaca, which they use to urinate, release their faeces and to mate. Male echidnas have non-venomous spurs on the hind feet.

Breeding season begins in late June and extends through September. Males will form lines up to ten individuals long, the youngest echidna trailing last, that follow the female and attempt to mate. During a mating season an echidna may switch between lines. This is known as the "train" system. The female lays a single soft-shelled, leathery egg 22 days after mating, and deposits it directly into her pouch. 

While hatching, the baby echidna opens the leather shell with a reptile-like egg tooth.  Hatching takes place after 10 days of gestation; the young echidna, born larval and fetus-like, then sucks milk from the pores of the two milk patches (monotremes have no nipples) and remains in the pouch for 45 to 55 days, at which time it starts to develop spines. The mother digs a nursery burrow and deposits the young, returning every five days to suckle it until it is weaned at seven months. The young echidna is called a puggle. Puggles will stay within their mother's den for up to a year before leaving.

Echidnas are very timid animals. When they feel endangered they attempt to bury themselves or if exposed they will curl into a ball, both methods using their spines to shield them. Some predators include wild cats, foxes, domestic dogs and goannas. Snakes pose as a large threat to the echidna species because they slither into their burrows and prey on the young spineless puggles. Aboriginal Australians regard the echidna as a food delicacy.

[timdrakee]

let's dance to joy division by the wombats + jason

okay sorry this took so long but writer’s block is a bitch and this was actually a pretty hard request iugkyujhj pls enjoy a short fic about Jason being gay and going clubbing

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A heavy weight has remained settled in his chest for the majority of the evening. He shifts slightly on the stiff barstool, as he orders yet another drink. Part of him desperately believes that enough sips of the burning liquid will lighten the anchor rooted in him.

(It doesn’t.)

Music blares in his tired ears, so loud it thrums through his entire being. Drunken giggles waft over from the dance floor of the club, and he gives the sweaty mass of bodys moving to the rhythm a quick glance, before the bartender catches his attention once more by delivering his drink. He takes a long sip, allowing the strong taste to wash over him, before slamming the now only half full cup down on the counter. With a long suffering sigh, he drags his hand over his face, as if he can simply scrub out the heaviness he feels.

(He can’t. It’s bone deep, and no amount of burning fires in his throat or coarse hands over his face can fix it.)

“Hey,” a voice greets, snapping Jason out of his thoughts, and he quickly turns to meet the source’s gaze.

“Hi,” Jason deadpans, and the man before him smiles. Jason can’t help but notice how stunningly attractive the man is; soft looking hair framing a dark face, with eyes so deep Jason feels he could get lost in them if he allowed himself to.

“You’re looking a bit too depressed for this atmosphere,” the man says, gesturing to the rowdiness behind him.

“This is the closest place I could find with alcohol,” Jason says, shrugging. “Sorry if I’m ruining your uplifting atmosphere.” He allows more than a little sarcasm to seep into his tone.

“Don’t worry,  you’re not,” the man replies, dragging his eyes along Jason’s body; so slowly and fluidly that Jason has to put effort into not squirming. “So, long night?”

Jason thinks of gunpowder and blood on his hands, of Bruce’s grim expression and harsh words that echo in his mind even now. God, Jason, I wanted so desperately for you to be better than this.

(Maybe this is all he’s ever been, all he can be. Maybe he was born broken, with violence simmering in his veins, destined to leave a storm in his wake. Maybe Bruce was wrong for taking a chance on him, for he could never be the bright-eyed, kind hearted Robin that Dick Grayson was. He is death and destruction and blood, nothing more and nothing less.)

“You could say that,” Jason replies, before taking a long sip of his drink. The man’s eyes fall to his throat as he swallows; and perhaps it is possible that alcohol has severely impacted Jason’s self control, for he soon feels a blush spread across his cheeks.

“Well, lucky for you,” the man begins, his voice low and full of promise, “I know exactly what’ll turn your miserable day around.”

“Oh yeah?” Jason raises an eyebrow, allowing a touch of interest to spark in his eyes. “What’s that?”

A wide grin spreads across the man’s face, and Jason wonders how one can make crooked teeth look so charming. His clouded brain can’t help but wonder if this man is secretly from another galaxy entirely, for no mere human could ever make imperfection look so, well, perfect. He holds out his hand only inches away from Jason’s own, before requesting, “dance with me?”

Jason blinks, gaze drifting to the outstretched hand. “Uh, what?”

“Dance with me,” the man repeats, smile remaining intact. Jason’s grip on his drink tightens, as he somewhat baffledly clears his throat.

“I’m not really one for dancing,” he replies.

“I’ll make it worth your time,” the man vows. “C'mon, don’t leave me hanging.”

Jason takes a sharp intake of breath, before promptly thinking, what the hell. Nothing can make this horrible day any worse, let alone dancing with a gorgeous man at a seedy club. With a quick shrug, he finally replies, “why not?” before taking the man’s hand and allowing himself to be pulled from his seat.

The man’s hand feels hot against his own, as he is dragged through a sea of people. When a spot on the dance floor is decided upon, the man releases his grip on Jason’s hand, and Jason can’t help but think that his hand feels so much colder. With a smirk pulling at his lips, Jason’s companion allows the music to guide him, swaying his hips to the beat. Remaining awkwardly stiff, Jason attempts to do the same.

“Relax,” the man says, placing a hand on Jason’s hip, his touch light as a feather. A brief shiver runs through Jason’s bones, before he closes his eyes and finally allows himself to let loose.

“Not one for dancing, my ass,” the man comments, releasing a soft chuckle. “Look at you, you’re a natural.”

“I guess this isn’t so bad,” Jason replies, a small smile pulling at his lips.

(With each sway, he feels as though chains are falling from his ankles, and a weight is slowly being lifted from his back. In this moment, Jason does not think of sleek metal or cold dirt or cruel laughter; nor does he think of crimson dripping from his hands, or light draining from one’s eyes, or a disappointed frown that shouldn’t hurt so much but does. Instead, he focuses on the cheerful beat, and the way it flows through him. He focuses on the warm body in front of him, still shooting him the most beautiful smile Jason has ever seen. He throws his head back, and laughs genuinely for the first time in years.)

[biodivlibrary]

BHL Book Feature: Gould’s Mammals of Australia

It’s #WombatWednesday! Who wouldn’t love that face of the Southern Hairy-nosed Wombat (Lasiorhinus latifrons)? This week, we are featuring The Mammals of Australia, Vol. 1 (1863) by John Gould, which features many of Australia’s unique mammals, like marsupials and monotremes.

John Gould (1804-1881) was first and foremost an ornithologist, and he was a prolific and accomplished publisher. According to the Australian Museum, Gould “produced 21 titles, 15 of which were folio sets consisting of 49 volumes containing 2999 unique plates.” The majority of these works were about birds, but he did publish a monograph on kangaroos, and a three-volume series on Australian mammals, the first volume of which is our feature this week.

Australia has three extant species of wombats: southern hairy-nosed, northern hairy-nosed, and coarse-haired (or common). Gould featured two of these species; the southern hairy-nosed wombat (featured above and below).

This illustration was done by Josef Wolf (1820-1899) and Henry Constantine Richter (1821-1902). Our featured illustration was done by Richter.

The other wombat species Gould featured was the Common, or Coarse-Haired Wombat (Vombatus ursinus). The one above and the one below were done by Gould and Richter.

Wombats are nocturnal herbivores that live in burrows. After these marsupials give birth, their babies crawl into the mother’s pouch and remain there until 8 to 10 months old. They remain with their mothers for another several months. Learn more about wombats with thanks to the Australia Zoo! 

Browse all of the 60 lithographs of Volume 1, The Mammals of Australia (1863) in our Flickr album, and explore all three volumes with more beautiful lithographs in our library with thanks to @smithsonianlibraries for digitizing these works.

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Common wombat or coarse-haired wombat or bare-nosed wombat - high resolution image from old book.

[stitpics]

Might have posted this before.  An adventourous wombat ( Vombatus ursinus ) grazing in broad daylight at the newnes camping ground in the wolgan valley, part of the Wollemei National Park. Near Sydney, NSW.

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