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angrybatart · 2 months ago
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BAWKtober Day 10 - It Clucken Wimdy!
Showgirl chicken, standing defiantly in these blustery conditions. No, seriously. Windblown chickens look hilarious.
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littlelithop · 1 year ago
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His name is frankenfurter. You don't have to do anything but I just wanted more people to see pictures of frankenfurter
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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
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thesingingbullfrog · 6 months ago
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simplepotatofarmer · 1 year ago
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say hi to beef jerky right now
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chickpics · 2 years ago
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Relatable reaction to seeing a frizzle
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mandy-malady · 4 months ago
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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.
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celgrave · 11 months ago
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stardustchicken · 1 year ago
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Alright everyone please say hello to Tony
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He's a real nervous little guy, please be nice 🤌
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ctbridges · 1 year ago
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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…
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moonblossom-bunny · 5 months ago
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Refined the sketch just a tad.
Tried out some mixed media thing and used my copics for shading this time. And some acrylic markers to make the red pop more.
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Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl....and a chicken.
Rough showgirl sketch based on a chickem.
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toxenahazbinblog · 14 days ago
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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
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glorious-spoon · 2 years ago
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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.
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Prompt me some whump!
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gravehags · 1 year ago
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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
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plantanarchy · 1 year ago
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I'm officially taking my sister's showgirl silkie cockerel billie so... adding to my collection for extremely silly chickens very shortly
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simplepotatofarmer · 2 years ago
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creature council!!
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chickpics · 2 years ago
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