#showgirl chicken

[angrybatart]

BAWKtober Day 10 - It Clucken Wimdy!

Showgirl chicken, standing defiantly in these blustery conditions. No, seriously. Windblown chickens look hilarious.

[littlelithop]

His name is frankenfurter. You don't have to do anything but I just wanted more people to see pictures of frankenfurter

reblog with a cute picture of your dog and I'll photoshop your dog out of the picture and replace them with spongebob. real offer

[thesingingbullfrog]

[simplepotatofarmer]

say hi to beef jerky right now

[stardustchicken]

This is Goose :]

[mandy-malady]

Nah we need to make elaborate outfits and courtship gestures out in the wild like we’re meant to

btw dating sucks as a concept.

[celgrave]

[ctbridges]

Baby Chicks Playing In Rain

The babies first rainstorm let’s see what they do. ⏱️⏱️Chapters⏱️⏱️00:00 Babies first rainstorm00:20 Dosen’t seem to be bothering them00:35 Put the feeders up so they can’t kick crap into them01:10 So nice the rain is cooling everything down01:30 When I came out Jenny was alarming02:20 Can you see Dropkick’s color03:00 Surprise! I didn’t bring any food03:25 4 of the birds were in a freak…

[renatogpadilla]

Bright Ideas

To say she was surprised that Lux actually came back would be an understatement.

Jinx was beginning to think she'd put up that little target range outside her hut for nothing when the neigh of a very nervous horse reached her ears.

The glowy girl strode up to her with an air of... Scholarly whimsy. Like when you go to class and find out the fun teacher took the place of your most hated class. Like she was excited to learn.

Jinx had to wonder if she'd ever looked like that when she watched her sister shadow-box with the rest of the kids back in Zaun... She probably had. It wasn't often she wondered what she would look like today if she had learned to throw a proper punch back then, but there were moments.

And now, here came this little blond meerkat of a girl, with an absolute stallion at her back. White as a sheet and with two beady black eyes that seemed to go on endlessly into the void of the creature's soul... Or maybe that was just Jinx's imagination. Every time she tried to hold eye contact, Starfire neighed and turned its head away nervously.

"Once, I was the greatest criminal in two whole cities and brought upon Marshall Law by virtue of just existing nearby..." She thought, missing a little bit of those days... And the company they brought. Just a little. "Now, I freak horses out. What an upgrade."

"Hello, Isha." Lux said. "You look in good spirits."

Gods, it's barely bright, how is she THIS SUNNY this early?

"Flashlight! You didn't chicken out!" There was genuine surprise there. Most girls that ran into Jinx felt the imperious need to bolt in the other direction...

Most girls... Some didn't. Some got close. And when you're a walking jinx, whatever gets close has a tendency to explode eventually...

Focus. Don't think about that. Why would you even think about her at a time like this?

"It wouldn't have been very ladylike of me to refuse such a rare offer." Lux said. She... Didn't quite know where that came from. There was a buzzing in her today. She threw in a curtly bow, just because.

Isha answered in kind, albeit more mockingly.

"Consider me surprised AND excited!" Isha said. "Alright, Your Sparklyness! Let's see what you've got! Feast your eyes!"

She made the most showgirl presentation hand motion she could muster towards the makeshift firing range. A bunch of metal targets and dummies, cobbled together for the express purpose of being lit up by a girl Jinx had met only last night. What an honor.

Lux put a hand on her heart. "Oh, Isha, it looks lovely!" There were even little faces painted on some of them to make them look more menacing.

That was NOT the reaction Jinx had been expecting. Usually people felt like her little art exhibitions were scary or uncanny... This girl was either secretly a freak or in desperate need of getting out of the house. Did she live in a house? Maybe she lived in a castle like some fairytale princess made to give her author some semblance of excitement... Or Vi a wet dream every once in a while. She'd caught her looking at those story books in ways nobody should look at anything in public as kids... She just wished that princess kink (if that's what it was) hadn't led her to- Wait, she had been going somewhere with this train of thought. What station was this again? This was not her stop.

"Isha?" Meerkat eyes. Say something.

"Wuzzat?" Smooth, Jinx. Professional.

"Target practice? Isn't that why I'm here today?"

"Oh, yeah! It is!" Jinx got excited now. She'd get to see how dangerous this girl really was! "Here's what I've got: You knocked me on my ass while panicking, right? Well, that ain't easy, so I got curious to see what that glow of yours could do when you're actually trying. This is all you!"

Lux didn't know how excited she was about this precise moment until it was here.

To Lux, it saw an opportunity to let go... To let herself shine for once without regret or care of what others thought... A chance to be free and discover what that was like for once. But it was also kinda terrifying. What if she glowed too much? What if she hurt her new... Friend? Teacher? Experimenter? Huh. She hadn't thought of that. She'd go with "friend" for now. That felt the most appropriate.

She just hoped Isha didn't mind a little premature sunning.

She took a few steps forward, to the rim of the range, took aim at a dummy with a little metal top hat and what looked like a cupcake painted on its chest and attempted to shoot it.

Full disclosure here: Lux had never attempted to actively hurt anything before. Every time her magic had manifested, it had ALWAYS been in self defense.

Which might explain why, when she actually took aim and "fired", all that came out was a little stream of dancing sparkles. Not enough to hurt nothing, but they looked pretty! They splatted harmlessly against the training dummy and with a soft glow, silently disappeared.

Isha let out a chuckle. "Not bad! Maybe with A bit more practice you'll manage some sunburn!"

"It's not as easy as it looks." Lux retorted. "Every time I've done it I've felt something incredibly strong. Survival instinct, or anger or just... Something raw. I guess that's the best way to put it... It's harder when I push it."

Isha's face didn't get any softer, but she did seem to be turning some gears in her head.

"Okay, that's a start." Isha told her. And she let a huge grin grow on her face. "So we start raw!"

"Excusez-moi?" Lux HAD to have heard that wrong. Whoah. Accent slip... Reign it in, Luxanna.

"Bless you." Isha responded. "How did your powers first manifest? What made you light up the first time?"

Oh, that was an ask... Probably the scariest moment of her life at the time.

"I was..." Deep breaths, Lux. "I was out riding when it got late. I lost track of time, so I took Starfire here through a shortcut through the woods. I wasn't supposed to, but I wanted a thrill. Young and impressionable, you know?"

Yeah, she knew. She nodded and let her continue.

"I learned the hard way that some rules are there for a reason. Star and I were set upon by a pack of wolves." She was not exactly happy re-living that particular memory. "They chased us deeper into the forest and eventually knocked me off the saddle. I remember their breath, their fangs... One pounced on me and next thing I knew, the pack was gone and there was light coming out of my hands."

That had been the day Lux discovered she was a Mage. The day she started hiding.

Isha took a little while, looking pensive, or trying to, at least, until she finally spoke up.

"Well, I have an idea. But you're probably not gonna like it."

Don't be 'think about the fangs'. Don't be 'think about the fangs'! Lux thought.

"Think about the fangs."

Fuck!

"Isha..." She didn't notice how much she was trembling.

A supporting hand reached her shoulder.

"I know what it's like to come face-to-face with something traumatic." Especially when that something has fangs and claws and acts on survival instinct, she thought, but she wasn't going to bring up her dad now. Or ever, if given the choice. "But the thing about fear is that the moment always looks brighter in hindsight. And you, Lux, actually have the power to make things brighter! The fangs can't hurt you now. You're in control." She was REALLY glad nobody from Zaun could see her now. She had a psychopathic reputation to uphold!

Seemed to do the trick, though.

"Can't hurt me." Lux said, more to herself than to Isha. And then she sent her mind back. Back to that horrible moment of adrenaline-fueled fight-or-flight state from back when she had no fight in her yet...

Her breathing got faster. Shallower. Jinx thought she might be having a panic attack. Lord knows she knew the signs! "Um, Lux? Listen, you don't have to go that hard, maybe this was a bad-"

Then she hit the deck as fast as her Shimmer-enhanced reflexes allowed her. It happened instantly! Lux turned around, the palms of her hands starting to glow and then...

Well, funny thing about light: It doesn't usually make noise! Jinx had no frame of reference for when to get up... Until Lux's voice got to her.

"Isha? Are you okay?" She sounded guilty... Like her letting loose wasn't the whole point of being here today! "I'm so sorry, I hope... Gods, I really hope you didn't spend too much time on that."

Jinx got up, turned around, and faced the firing range. Or rather, the sunburnt, steaming, borderline-calcinated ash-splatter that used to be the firing range...

It was like a nuke went off. Whatever wasn't dust, or a black mark on the floor of the forest, was melted and twisted in ways Jinx couldn't replicate without a forge and a good few hours' work.

It was at this exact moment that she realized that she was NOT letting this girl go without learning to focus that. No way in Hell. There had been a LOT of facets of her life that blew up in her face (in fact, most of them did. It was honestly a miracle when one didn't), but if Lux decided to go nuclear one day... Jinx was powerful enough to tank several hits from the Atlas Gloves, her sister's "overdesigned bitch-mittens" that gave her super strength. She could move at speeds the eye couldn't track for short bursts of time. Hell, she could be put through a brick wall and walk it off like it was nothing... But an angry Lux?

She would NOT walk away from that.

"Well... She said, suddenly feeling like Fishbones was about to need an upgrade... "We can work with that."

[toxenahazbinblog]

Some design concept art!

Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench were fun! I tried to give Katie a more creepy look. The white parts on her top are her spike arms, just barely poking out. Tom I made into a roach, both because roach’s aren’t affected by radiation, and because I thought it’d be funny to make Tom a roach while Katie has a thing for killing bugs.

Sir Pentious is next! He was always described as steampunk, but I just, didn’t see it in his original design. So, I focused on that for his design. Gave him the extra straps and buckles, as well as the browns I usually associate with steampunk. I squared his face off a bit to give him more of a snake look, and gave him a little snake mustache. He’s the only hazbin character to keep his bow tie as well!

And finally, Mimzy my darling! Viv claimed she was supposed to be based on a chicken, which I didn’t like for two reasons. One, she didn’t look anything like a chicken, in fact, she’s one of the most human looking characters. And two, I thought a peacock would be more interesting! The showgirl plume really adds to her boisterous aura, and the greens really encapsulated in my head the aura of geed and envy Mimzy has.

Granted, the designs will change a bit from this, but this was a fun start for sure!

💖 Mod Tox

[aleizeclaire]

“You haven’t had your human meal this week,” Lestat made the observation as he and Louis walked on the outskirts of the bazaar.  Louis insisted that Lestat stay on the side furthest from the street and away from the crowd. 

“No, I guess I haven’t.”

“We should stop and get something,”

Louis couldn’t claim to be surprised when Lestat nearly dragged him to a booth with chicken shawarma rotating on a stick.

They ran into Madeleine in the line,  “Claudia is looking for you, both. She’s quite taken by a léopard en céramique rose.”

“A pink leopard?” Louis laughed, because he couldn’t think of anything worse, except feather boas and Las Vegas showgirls.

“Really, Louis,” 

Louis picked through her brain as she spoke. Deducing that she thought Louis to be the more clear-headed and tasteful of Claudia’s parents. 

Lestat, seeing the same thing, laughed out loud. 

Madeleine stomped her foot at being laughed at. “Someone needs to talk her out of it.”

“Never,” Lestat

“It’s 9 feet tall,” Madeline balked, clearly scandalized. “c'est tellement moche.”

“Then I really can’t talk her out of it.”

“That settles the question of where she’ll be living.” Lestat said, “I only have one property with ceilings high enough for such a piece.”

“Oh joy,” Madeleine took a bite of her gyro, dripping tzatziki sauce down her chin. 

“What are you eating?” Lestat eyed the sandwich in her hand. 

She covered her mouth while she chewed. “Shawarma.” 

Lestat shoved a wad of bills at Madeline, “S'il te plaît, order two more, just like that.” 

“Wait a minute,” Louis took the money, counted it and handed Madeleine the correct amount. 

That was something that Louis loved about Lestat, from the first time they met Louis was intrigued by Lestat’s bravery. Even back then, before he knew Lestat was a vampire, Louis was drawn to his adventurous nature. Unlike Louis, Lestat didn’t let his family or his own anxieties stop him from getting on a ship, alone to start over in America. 

If Louis had been in Lestat’s shoes, he’d still be in France, miserable and full of regrets. 

Louis saw the pearlescent pink leopard statue before he saw Claudia. He listened to her haggle over the price with the owner.

“Daddy Lou, check it out!” She gestured to the leopard with a flourish. “Isn’t she perfect?”

“She gets this from you.” Louis grumbled, “this right here, draggin’ in stranger’s weird junk and calling in antiquing, Les that’s all you.”

“Yes, well I’d never accuse our daughter of having bad taste. It’s perfectly gaudy, Cherie.” Lestat preened, circling the statue, checking for flaws. There were no chips in the paint, the craftsmanship was solid, the black rosettes on the fur were perfectly spaced. 

“It’s an eyesore,” Louis complained.

“If your eyes are bothering you, perhaps you should wear your sunglasses, Mon Cher. Louis will pay and have it shipped to your new home.”

 Louis laughed, feeling light in his chest, the night air, being with Lestat and Claudia while they were all so happy. Louis  “Oh I will?”

“Oui, because I’ve spent all of my petty cash and my cards are at the apartment.”

Louis, because that stupidly big leopard was kinda pretty, in a trashy sorta way, and it made Claudia happy, which made Lestat happy; and the whole damn family deserved a win. Louis pulled out his wallet. 

[glorious-spoon]

For the Whump Wheel prompts: Agent Carter and forgetting to eat

Thank you for the prompt! :D

Have some post-canon Jack and Daniel.

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It wasn't that Daniel had planned to skip dinner. It was just… well, with Peggy back in New York for the week, dinner had become once again the depressingly solitary affair that it had been when he first moved out to California. At some point, he’d pry himself out of his stack of paperwork and take a walk down to the diner that did a brisk late-night business with the showgirls on this street, but then there was a call in from Washington about their upcoming budget meetings, and he got derailed from his case files trying to dig out the last three years worth of budgetary reports that had, as it turned out, gotten destroyed when the pipes burst in the record room last May.

Rose shooed him out of the records room around ten, and he settled himself behind his desk to try to decipher Martinez’s appalling chicken-scratch by the flickering light of his desk lamp, and by the time he emerged from his stack of files, blinking and out of sorts with hunger gnawing at his stomach, the clock on the wall read half-past twelve, which meant that the diner was definitely closed.

Daniel groaned, slumping back in his seat. He tugged his desk drawer open—sometimes, he’d stash snacks in there and then forget about them. Rose was always after him for tempting fate and a rodent infestation, and they’d probably be stale by now, but it would be better than nothing.

Empty, of course. Daniel let out another deep sigh. His leg twinged as he pulled himself to his feet. There was nothing for it; he’d have to scout around for an all-night place, and probably get a car too. His leg didn’t feel up to walking any distance.

There was a knock at the door. He looked up.

“Burning the midnight oil, Sousa?” Jack asked lazily, leaning against the doorframe and doffing his hat. “You look like someone just hauled you out of an open grave.”

“Nice to see you too, Jack,” Daniel retorted acerbically. In a better mood, he might enjoy sparring with Jack, batting his barbs back at him with a fresh edge. But he was exhausted and hungry and just generally out of sorts, and he couldn’t put any real energy to it.

“Better be. I come bearing gifts,” Jack said, and hefted a takeout bag.

“You…what?” Daniel said, wrong-footed.

“Food, Sousa. Christ. When’s the last time you ate?”

As he spoke, he came into Daniel’s office and started unpacking his bounty right on top of the stacks of files. Daniel opened his mouth to protest this, then shut it again. He could smell fresh bread, and beef in gravy, and his stomach gave an embarrassingly loud rumble.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Jack said, and pressed a paper-wrapped sandwich into his hands.

-

Prompt me some whump!

[gravehags]

this is hazel btw. she’s 13 months old and loves shredded chicken and the taste of human flesh. got her last october, a month after i lost my beloved dog cooper and i believe with my whole heart he’s controlling her 12.4 lb body and mind from the afterlife. i have another cat, marilyn, who is incredibly beautiful and possessed by the ghost of an old showgirl. it’s harder to take pics of her because most of the time she looks at me with such haughty disdain i simply wither away.

anyway that’s my cats

[simplepotatofarmer]

creature council!!

[plantanarchy]

I'm officially taking my sister's showgirl silkie cockerel billie so... adding to my collection for extremely silly chickens very shortly

[stardustchicken]

Alright everyone please say hello to Tony

He's a real nervous little guy, please be nice 🤌