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#Funky Skunk
thefunkyskunkdublin · 2 years
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animalbabypolls · 2 months
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Losers bracket Round 2 Match 18
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mayhem07 · 1 year
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I rubbed two braincells together and got this, enjoy 🐸
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skunkes · 9 days
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No idea if this has been asked before, is Al a mix of any specific breeds of horse/cow? (feel free to correct me on the mix part I think i saw it mentioned before in a comic but idk if that was updated!) I just like the intricacies of ungulate breeds is all!
Not specifically or in a realistic way!
Al is a Holstein and his mom is a Palomino horse. I have had trouble with drawing beards my whole life which is why i always ignore redesigning his dad, so I haven't gotten as far as deciding what kind of cow he would be and if it would be related to the final outcome of Cow Al
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lorebird · 1 year
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Pokémon requests
N petting a Stunky?
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Guy of All Time
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plushskunk · 8 months
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I love how Tumblr's a little treasure trove of interests. I can easily look at plushies, kidcore, or cute art without much of a struggle. It's also wonderful seeing people express themselves in their own way. From the casual to the kinks. I feel like it's hard to see expression like this on other websites unless the website was made by person expressing themselves. EDIT: Would also like to clarify this site is not perfect by any means. It's very prudent and has been suspiciously anti-queer from what I've heard lately. Hopefully a similar but better alternative comes in the future.
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brutermonger · 7 months
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I don't know what's up with the dang skunks lately but they're Everywhere and it smells like a seedy critter brothel in my yard 🦨🤢
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adultcantdraw · 1 year
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The Funky Skunk
Have you seen the funky skunk? He's so gosh darn cool, He walks around all stinky, Doesn't care at all.
Look at that funky skunk, I'd like to give him money, And have him shave my head, I'd do anything for that beautiful creature, I'd like to tuck him in bed.
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treecakes · 2 years
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i also see a lot of foxes and groundhogs but i don’t think i’ve posted any of those….
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botanyshitposts · 1 year
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Have you ever seen (symplocarpus foetidus) skunk’s cabbage? I know it’s not your usual deal but it’s a real funky flower that’s blooming this time of year that I thought you might like (: it can bring it’s temperature to 15–35 °C (59–95 °F) above air temperature to melt ice and snow so it can get to doing it’s thing. Also it stinks when it gets bruised or broken! (Hence the name.)
this was actually my gateway drug to botany! i got interested in them in high school, then wanted to find out what exactly made them heat up and why because the popsci articles i read didn't actually give an answer, and that led me into a bunch of scientific papers i didnt have the education to understand and needed to learn a lot to slowly go through, etc. they were my first academic spiral into madness lmao. VERY cool little guys doing VERY clever things in the disgusting cold mud, let me tell you.
(side note: i think what i find shocking about these dudes now, years later, isn't the fact that they do thermogenesis, but how WELL they do thermogenesis. like i need to go do another research deep dive now that i have like... a bio degree instead of being in high school tbh, but basically they're able to detect the outside temperature to a very specific amount and adjust their heat production to match, and they do this for like, WEEKS at a time. it's shocking, legitimately, like to my knowledge it's the only plant that does this to this degree. most other thermogenic plants seem to use the strategy of just heating up as hot as possible for a really short amount of time just to Have Sex and then bail-- there's no real effort in maintaining it for more than a few hours or days and it's a VERY expensive process in terms of energy, so why bother doing tons of really specific constant tiny checks and adjustments for weeks on end? there must be a huge benefit to the time these plants put into it, conserving that energy and carefully partitioning heating out in spurts instead of dumping it all at once... man, its really interesting. but anyway i love them so much like, truly i do, there is a skunk cabbage shaped place in my heart for them lmao)
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anaskunk · 6 months
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one day i’m gonna go into the woods behind my house and make a little den thingy. and it’s gonna be great and it will be soooooooooo funky. and guess what you guys are all invited to my skunk den tea parties!! it will look just like this
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skunkes · 6 months
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Anon that was asking about the line color variation thank you so much! I have to figure out how to do what you described it's so cool...
YAY ur welcome
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new-revenant · 1 year
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DP/DC Week Day 2 - Mistaken Identity
This is built off of my last post for yesterday’s prompt, in which Danny is on the run from the GIW and came to Gotham for what he assumed was a small amount of time. Unfortunately, he sensed the Pit in the Batcave and now he’s sorta mostly alive now. And the Red Hood thinks he’s his clone.
“I swear I’m not a clone Mister Red Hood,” Danny pleaded. He had been saying the same thing for a few minutes now, and Red Hood still didn’t believe him.
“Oh yeah, how did you know how to get here then?” RH questioned.
“I dunno! I uh, sensed this weird…thing-I think it was this funky pit-and jumped in it. Yeah.”
“First of all, that sounds stupid.”
“Well I’m stupid.”
“Second of all, you still didn’t answer my question. Third of all, why are you wearing…whatever you’re wearing. It looks like you came freshly from whatever test tube made you.”
Danny looked down at his outfit. “Yeah you have a point there. And I uh, I was a ghost that died in a um…horrific electrical accident and this pit brought me back to life.”
“Sure you did. Now-“ Jason pulled out his gun, “-Tell me how you got here, or you’ll be a ghost long before the Bats get back.”
Well Danny was in a pickle. So he decided that he would just say the first thing that came to mind, since it worked so well the first time.
“I’m on the run from the government so I found this natural portal and it dumped me out here.”
“…The hell is a “natural” portal?”
“They appear whenever there’s an excess amount of ambient ectoplasm concentrated in a small area.”
“Okay, that makes sense. I think.” RH said as he finally put his gun away, “Well then mini-me, wanna steal the tires from the Batmobile?”
“Fuck yeah I do.”
“That’s my clone!”
“Don’t call me that.”
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Tim was tired. Him, Batman, Robin, and Orphan had to leave in a hurry to stop the sudden appearance of Gentleman Ghost showing up and teaming up with Bane of all villains. GG managed to give him something akin to Venom in appearance, but was apparently much safer for Bane, and for more dangerous to everyone else who had to fight Bane. Almost had to call the league for help.
Not to mention the Batmobile just decided to not work so they had to grapple and run over to where they were. Probably GG’s doing or something.
Speaking of Batmobile, when they all returned to the Batcave, they noticed that all of it’s tires was gone. And they all knew who would steal the bat-tires.
“Jason,” Tim groaned as the group headed to the Batcomputer. Jason was leaning on it, helmet off, looking as smug as ever. Next to him was the four tires all stacked on top of each other.
“Heya Timbo. Heya B. Child. Hey Cass,” Jason smirked, “You know I just couldn’t resist taking the bat-tires.”
“Jason,” Batman glared at him, “Did you come here for a reason other than stealing the tires?”
“Tt. Knowing Todd, probably not,” Damian sneered.
“Kid’s right, I just wanted to steal the tires.”
The others sighed. Cass went over to collect the tires, but before she could grab one, someone jumped out of the stack.
“Hello!” The person-who was definitely at least a young teen-shouted. The Bats readied up to attack this intruder, before Jason bursted out into laughter.
“C-come on kid, was ‘hello’ the best you got? I thought we decided on saying ‘boo’ or something like that.”
“My mind blanked okay? How about you go kick your teeth in?” The intruder said.
Looking closer, it was obvious to see a connection between Jason and the child.
“Did you get cloned?!” Tim questioned. “How-why-Is this why you came?”
The two skunk-haired trouble makers looked at each other.
“Sure.”
“Totally.”
“Who cloned you?” Batman asked.
“The government.”
Damian also had a good question, “Todd, why would you bring a clone of you into the Batcave?”
“Oh, he didn’t bring me, I went through a portal and climbed out of that green pit over there,” the kid said.
“The Lazarus Pit, you mean,” Batman said.
“I forgot we had that,” Tim muttered.
“Yeah, so apparently ambient ectoplasm or whatever can like, condensed in one place and create a portal, or something, I don’t fucking know ask him,” Jason jutted his thumb over to the kid. The others looked at him expectingly.
“So…have you ever heard of the GIW?” The kid asked, “They wear white suits and stop people from learning about the existence of ghosts?”
Tim instantly went over to the Batcomputer to look for information about the GIW.
“Tell us more,” Batman requested.
“Well their like, this secret government group that experiments on ghost and they thought the uh, pits had something to do with ectoplasm. Including this guy-“ he pointed to Jason, “-he’s obviously some sort of undead to anyone with enough knowledge of ectoplasmic life forms-yes I know that sounds like an oxymoron fuck you-so you can probably connect the dots from there if your as smart as people say you are B.”
Tim stopped his search for a moment to look over at the clone. He had a similar smug look to Jason, but something was off. Something about him was…unnatural? Uncanny? Whatever it was, Tim wanted to look away from him and never look back.
Focusing back on his search, nothing was coming up for the GIW. Batman and Damian joined him, while Cass helped the kid get out of the tire stack.
“So, or we going to call the kid mini-Jason or?” Tim asked, bring quickly cut off by said kid.
“Call me mini again and I’ll bite you. Also, is it true that when Batman first met Jason he was stealing the Batmoblie’s tires? Cause that funny if it is true.”
“It true,” Batman answered.
“That’s cool-also can I have one of those batarangs? They seem-“
“No.”
“Can I have-“
“No.”
“Aw come on! You didn’t even let me finish my sentence.”
“Ah don’t worry kid, I get you one of those batarangs,” Jason patted him on the back. The kid eyes lit up in excitement.
“Really?”
“No,” everyone-sans Jason and Cass-said at once.
“Aw man.“
Batman pulled away from the computer, “I’m going to contact all the magic users I can. The rest of you-keep the child away from anything important. We don’t know if he could be a spy, or a sleeper agent. Robin, inform me if any attacks occur in Gotham. Orphan, inform the rest about the clone. Red Robin.”
“Yes sir?” He looked over at Batman and desperately tried to not make eye contact with the clone.
“Try to get as much information out of him as possible.”
“What about me? He’s my clone after all,” Jason complained.
“Find him some clothes-and make sure he eats. Goodbye.”
Then he left, with Damian going out to patrol and Cass going out to inform the others. That left Tim, Jason, and Jason’s clone in the Batcave.
“So, I don’t think we settled on this earlier, but what do we call you?” Tim asked the clone. He looked around, as if trying to come up with something based on his surroundings. Finally, he came up with an answer.
“Call me James.”
“Was James really the best name you could come up with?” Jason remarked.
“Was there really a need to be so rude about it?”
And the two started arguing. Tim would love nothing more than to take a nap right now. Alas, he would just have to drink 17 more cups of coffee to deal with this nonsense.
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Hey I wanna say that your bat drawings are adorable and make me smile. And could I ask for a Pied butterfly bat if you haven't already drawn that one? I found out about it through here and I love it now for its funky badger or skunk patterns!
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Awwe, thank you :3 I'm glad people are finding new bats through this blog!
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ddejavvu · 1 year
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lord have mercy.....stepdad!hotch....the way you'd make friends with the dealer at your college just to make him angry, or the way you'd purposely come late to dinners just to see him looking at you with *that* hotch stare shajsjshsh
my favorite stepdad!hotch stuff is actually sfw stepdad!hotch stuff which is so funky but if anyone has requests more like this please send them my way <3
this post is 18+ (and so are its characters) and dark, minors dni.
Not only do you show up late to dinner, but you show up late to dinner with him. The key isn't under the mat when you get there, and you're pleasantly surprised with how escalated the situation has become before you even step through the door. The rickety, beat up van behind you stalls at the curb, waiting to see you get inside safely. When you knock on the door you're met with elongated silence, and it's only broken after almost a full minute. Instantly, you're met with a scowl.
Aaron stands before you, arms crossed, jaw tight.
"Where were you?"
"Out," You shrug, turning back to wave at the van. Instantly it tears away from the curb, engine spluttering as it starts up again.
Aaron's eyes narrow at it from where he stands, tall and intimidating in the doorway. Then his dark eyes flit back to you, and your stomach twists.
"I told you we were going to eat at six."
"I know." You thumb the strap of your backpack that's over your shoulder, "But I had things to do."
Aaron's eyes shut and you can see him physically restrain himself from sighing. The repressed gesture brings more fire to his eyes than there was before, though, and you're getting more satisfied with yourself by the second.
"What things? I recognize that van. Do you know what kind of things he does?"
"Of course I know," You snort, "His van smells like a skunk died inside."
"Was he smoking while driving?" Aaron's eyes widen now, jaw surely aching from how tightly it's clenched.
"No, Aaron." You roll your eyes, "Can I come in, or what?"
"You can." He doesn't step out of the way, and you shift your weight to one hip impatiently, "But you're not joining us for dinner. You will go straight to my room, and I will bring you up a plate when I am finished with my own. We'll talk while you eat."
"Your room," Your brows furrow, "Why can't I just go to my room?"
"Because there's too many things to entertain you in your room. Wait for me in mine."
When he finally lets you through you make a show of huffing, jogging up the stairs and veering into his room to sprawl out over his bed. Luckily, your phone is in your bag, and you methodically throw your limbs out over his mattress, more splayed out than you need to be. The hem of your shirt rides up your stomach and you don't bother fixing it, wriggling your hips to make it even worse. The skirt you'd chosen for the day is no longer modest around your waist, instead hiked up so that the bare skin of your thighs is pressed to his blankets. You're quite a sight, and you hope it's one that finally makes him snap.
You position your camera down your chest, snapping a picture of your pose. It's sent off to your friend with accompanying question marks, 'This good?'
'Jesus,' You receive a reply in only seconds, 'Do you want him to jump you?'
'Doesn't sound terrible,' You respond, sighing as the symphony of forks scraping on plates continues from downstairs, 'Now all I can do is wait. I'll let you know later how it goes.'
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