#apocalypse bird abnormality

[yaoicarus]

apocalypse bird trio....

[projectmoon-smash-or-pass]

propaganda:

✅️ "If you've voted smash for any of the three birds you have to vote smash for apocalypse bird.

Alternatively, if you've voted pass for any of the birds take into consideration: Apocalypse Bird may just be what you want... Big very scary monster of the forest, yes maybe. But they have wonderful qualities ( big eyes to admire you with, long arms to hold you with, small beak to kiss you with )

Also for the big bird anon !!! Maybe apocalypse bird IS NOW fluffy. We got the feathers from the other two, boom.

Keep you safe! Big beast of the forest! You've got it all here. Hatoful Boyfriend."

❌️ "mouth too teethy… 999 red damage on my oenis…"

[picaroroboto]

“The twilight was endured, and we now face towards dawn. Has the birds’ twittering in the forest finally stopped?”

Apocalypse Bird but it’s the Endsinger but it’s an EGO being worn by my WoL. weird crossover brainrot delicious mmm

[silveraryuu]

The Apocalypse Birds 

Started this sketch earlier this year, one of the many sketches I’ve got my on docket to throw into Photoshop to paint. Soon...

[lesbianredhoodedmercenary]

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[arolesbianism]

I wanna draw the au antags with different abnormality drip but ignoring the problem of most of them not having designs the real problem is that I want Owl to be whitenight and au Bloom to be plague doctor. One of y'all has to change. Why can't you guys figure it out yourselves I don't wanna decide.

[firestorm09890]

the City setting in Project Moon's works is great because it starts you off with a bunch of fantastical monsters and then it goes surprise! it was all science fiction this whole time! and gives you fucked up scifi explanations for all of it (specifically referring to abnormalities being drawn from the collective human subconscious here instead of actually coming from the places their observation logs say they do) and then it's just like haha we've tricked you again there are actual vampires in the city. the dark forest with the apocalypse bird trio is a real place. the healing technology is nanobots? wrong! it's actually tears we got from this giant crying eyeball. how did that eyeball come into existence? some guy wished upon a star. with the AI Ethics Amendment and the thing about all non-humans being banished to the Outskirts I mistakenly drew the conclusion that "non-humans" just meant "artificial intelligence" but nah they straight up got gnomes out there. also airplanes don't exist

[sentienttoastah]

Do abnormalities, distortions, and/or peccatula also get kiwi forms or is that for humans only?

Abnormalities do get Kiwi forms! Mostly just the humanoid ones though. Like I’ve done Der Kiwir bros for example.

Abnos that look like animals already and things don’t get kiwi forms. Or I can also decide to turn them into different birds or animals if I wanted to. But this is what Apocalypse bird looks like btw

Same goes for Peccatula, they stay the same. except for envy because well. Yeah.

As for distortions I’m still not 100% certain? I’ve only drawn one distortion (Argalia) and distortions come in a lot of forms so I guess it depends also, like the humanoid abnos?

[xfolex]

Some early versions of Lobotomy Corp were shown at some game conferences PM went to, and the image they used for the booth is pretty interesting. I brightened the image and you can see it more clearly.

In the Background is Apocalypse Bird but with a slightly different design, it has Judgment Bird's head for example but considering the Legacy portrait has that head maybe that was something changed right before AB was released.

On the right side is Child of the Galaxy, Plague Doctor, Snow White's Apple, an early version of Funeral of the Dead Butterflies, and Queen Bee. Some of them have slightly different sprites like SWA, while others are just their normal default sprite like Queen Bee.

I really wonder what the original idea behind Butterfly Man was. Because the current concept of funerals really doesn't fit its original design, so unless this is just a very colorful funeral I feel like the original concept had to be at least somewhat different, right? I'm personally not a massive fan of Solemn Lament because the colors are nonexistent, but considering the initial design still used finger guns I would have liked to see a rainbow version of Solemn Lament.

The left side has the WellCheers vending machine, Alriune, Scorched Girl, Little Helper, Dreaming Current, Spider Bud, and One Sin. This side also has some early designs like Little Helper having a lot more knives and Dreaming Current being less detailed.

What I find interesting about the left side is the Abnormality between Spider Bud and One Sin. It's obscured and you can't see it well, but I think that's an early design of Bloodbath. It seems to be standing on only one leg with some claws/veins? holding the bottom of it, and has bloody-wrapped hands sticking out of it. The only thing is, we already have an early design for Bloodbath and it's mostly the same except it's wearing leg warmers, so it's possible this is some other Abnormality unrelated to Bloodbath. I wish we had a better view of it but I suppose it's better than nothing.

[markerofthemidnight]

i require apocalypse bird hcs

First of all, the Abnormality’s name is no hyperbole. For whatever reason, it makes all lights flicker and shut off in its presence: and I do mean all lights. If it got outside, it would literally block out the sun and cause an apocalypse if they stayed fused for too long.

How exactly do Abnormalities fuse? Who knows, but apparently it’s something all Abnormalities could do if they met one or more Abnormalities that were similar to them and aligned in their goals.

They also need to have a conduit powerful enough for them to latch themselves onto and convert themselves into energy for the fusion: in this case, the Portal to the Black Forest.

Since pretty much only Punishing Bird, Judgement Bird and Big Bird meet that criteria, Abnormality fusions are rare (unless you get Aberrations involved, but I digress).

They are also, more often than not, insanely powerful, with the weakest known fusion still being WAW in terms of power.

But enough about that and onto Apocalypse Bird itself: nobody’s really sure why it’s classified as a bird aside from being a fusion of three birds.

It has arms instead of legs, a tiny weird slug body, a slug mouth instead of a beak, and even its wings aren’t made of feathers, but hair: although they can somehow still fly.

Naturally, it never actually uses this ability because the facility is too big, so it accommodates using its teleportation… that it somehow has…

The eggs are the leftover husks of all three of the birds while the majority of their essence is in Apocalypse Bird.

When destroying one, the corresponding bird can feel themselves start to die, and so they return to their original forms to save themselves: though still leave a little of themselves in the main body so that the others can take over from there.

Their EGO is made from all the uncontrolled energy that spills out when Apocalypse Bird dies. And when I say uncontrolled, I do mean uncontrolled.

So much so that the Manager doesn’t even have to order Extraction Team to make them. The energy’s only around for so long before settling into a more controlled form, so Extraction just get to it themselves.

However, the energy always settles into its more controlled form so quickly that Extraction can only ever make one of the EGO Weapon and Suit.

What is this more controlled form, I hear you ask? The EGO Gift. It’s a very powerful one, too, seeing as how the only other Abnormality in the game whose gift is straight-up just an extra limb is WhiteNight.

It just sorta… attaches itself onto everyone there, and then eventually turns into a full wing overnight whilst they’re sleeping. It also has feathers too, not hair like Apocalypse Bird.

And I do mean everyone when I say that. The effects aren’t as severe with them for obvious reasons, but even the Sefirot would have some feathers stuffed inside their mechanical bodies which spill out when/if they’re scrapped, like pillowcases.

People can’t see out of the extra eyes on their wings. Then again, that’s likely for the best. I imagine it would get disorienting quickly.

[ratlesshonret]

Game Time: Make Assumptions About My OCs Based On What Abnormalities I Associate Them With

OC 1: Child of the Galaxy Spider Bud Nosferatu Alriune Burrowing Heaven Spiral of Contempt Judgment & Apocalypse Birds

OC 2: Scorched Girl Porccubus Happy Teddy Bear Hurting Teddy Bear Sanguine Desire Roseate Desire

[squishyseallikesmusic]

Can we talk about AOT's soundtrack ?

(Spoilers obviously) I just need to ramble on about this soundtrack. I'm not even talking about the opening and ending songs (Akuma No Ko my love) but about the actual instrumental OST.

It's so good. So good. I don't think I heard such theatralic soundtracks for an anime yet (yes Demon Slayer has nice pieces, Narutos are iconic, Jujutsu Kaisen has some nice ones, but still). It really enhances the scope and emotional weight of the story, which, if you watched AOT, is immense.

It's my favourite anime so maybe I'm biased, but everything in the score makes it fantastic. The choirs, the string instruments, the electric sounds, everything is titanic (pun intended, ok I'm out).

One of my favourite pieces gotta be XL-TT. Just the choir gives such goosebumps and the melody is absolutely iconic. I remember being frozen seeing the titans for the first time, with the score playing in the background like doomsday just arrived, bells somberly chiming over the sinister drums, everything just melting together in this dreadfull and terrifying apocalypse score.

ətˈæk 0N tάɪtn is also such an iconic piece. These weird electric sounds and the fast paced drums... and then just the iconic part at 2:20. Goosebumps everytime.

Don't get me started on APETITAN. Zeke's theme is so dreadful it encapsulates the terror of another one of these abnormal Titans for the people behind the walls. It's so weird and sounds almost alien. And the small intermissions where the choir takes over, an amazing melody of despair and stakes at play for the survey corpse. Its so good.

Wanna cry ? Just listen to Vogel im Käfig. A bird in a Cage, that's what Eren was. It's so heartfelt and gutwrenching. Plus, the iconic part at the end. This score manages to blend slivers of hope with complete resignation, frustration and the realization that the situation will never shift to your advantage ever.

Then there is Ashes on The Fire. Such a masterpiece. It sounds different, since it's used for Marley and the warriors, but oh God does it sound good. The drums, the calm interludes where only piano notes play, the hectic string passages and the build up to the choirs chanting this epic music... it's amazing. It's so good. SO fucking good.

[projectmoon-smash-or-pass]

project moon smash or pass tourmament

after 76 days we're finally having these bitches fight to death to see which person (or monster) is the most fuckable of them !!

as always: this blog implies that both the abnormalities and you / agents in question are very enthusiastic about the whole smashing thing and it involves consent, and you can still send propaganda as they will be linked to the tournament posts!!!

ROUND 2-1 WILL START ON JUNE 17, ROUND 2-2 WILL START ON JUNE 24

2-1 brackets (all characters are picked randomly):

heavenly commanders throne VS der schütze

apocalypse bird VS censored

ebony queen's apple VS der freischütz

il piano della luna VS paper chairman

judgement bird VS little red

spiral of contempt VS spider of marriage

funeral of the dead butterflies VS resident of metropolaris

whitenight VS rose hunter

fragment of the universe VS nosferatu

ozma VS explorer on a bereaved road

porccubus VS highway devotee

knight of despair VS blue-ish star

alruine VS wandering mind

[alexatheris-44]

Grave Lord, Drenched in Blood

(Darksiders, Against Creation AU)

Technically Part 2 to this amazing piece by my awesome homie @voidwritesstuff :DD

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CW: lil bit of blood, description of body horror

Summary: Creation has its Four Horsemen, but the Pale Rider carries the name of Ataraxy… Where is Death? And what company could he possibly be keeping?

> Made for the Against Creation AU !! It’s probably a good idea that you’ve read Darksiders The Abomination Vault before this, not for spoiler reasons (yet) but for more insight on Death’s history. You won’t be missing any important context if you haven’t though :3 (yet)

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He was there long before the beginning.

From the moment there was light to cast brightness, shadows danced at the edge of all things; a clinging spectre that sowed naught but pain and misery. For all who found their end alone and in the dark, the cruel nature of life to be taken sooner than was ever planned. The restlessness, those brief moments of such despair, felt as the final weight of all that was to be -now to be left undone- bears itself in full upon the soul. The heartache, the bitterness, the loss…

If she was the gentle end of Life, he was the After.

Age did nothing to weather his battle hardened visage, his severity reflected in every line on his face, every crease in his skin. While his face wore his horrid mask -hiding his prominent facial features save for his hollowed cheeks, invoking the imagery of a glowering skull but lacking any mouth or teeth- his permanent scowl was unmissable. He held himself with such certainty, an almost palpable sense of strength. If not visible by his composure then in the sculpted definition of his muscles, only further defined by how taut his skin -the very hue of undeath- stretched over his pronounced frame. He was thin yet indisputably strong, sinewy but long since his last meal. One could mistake him for a living corpse, the reanimated body of a most ancient and formidable warrior now haunting the halls of some lesser lord’s castle he had since painted in their blood.

And yet Death very much still lived in vigor, despite whatever rumours tended to flit about between each corner of Creation. Something about how only four remained of the warmongering race known as the Nephilim; how they rode under the new title of Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and committed a genocide of their own people. He remembered the massacre all too well, scarred into the very archives of his unending memory. The smell of it, the vile taste to the air -simultaneously acrid smoke, bile and blood. Death was rather more familiar than most with the sight of gore, but to know he once called those eviscerated corpses his kin… his brothers…

“Anathem!” Death’s voice barked from his throat under a growl, his hand clenching into a white-knuckled fist against the dark stone table he hunched over.

A sound of stirring came from the shadows of the corridor before him, the scraping of metal against rock following a light-weighted thump, as if something had fallen from the rafters. An odd pattern of footsteps began approaching from the dark; one step carrying the clicking of claws against solid ground, the other just a muffled tap, as if bare, easily missed unless actively listening for it. The reason for this unique footfall became quickly apparent as the individual entered visibility, though their appearance would only call for more questions. His left leg sported the structure and talons of a raptor or bird of prey, while his right appeared much more porcine. This mismatching of limbs also applied to his arms: the left as much flesh as it was bone, sporting spaces in the palm as if a cartilaginous web leading to angular fingers; the right sporting only four spindly fingers that each ended in an elongated claw, thumb and pinky roughly at the same height in their placement on his chitinous hand. In a universe teeming with abnormality -life running rampant to craft itself in nearly every shape, size and colour- it was clear to any whose eyes fell upon this being that this was an abomination, something once -perhaps- born but since unmade. Short and slender horns grew above an otherwise plain humanoid face, unlike any demon ever perceived. He was a patchwork of stolen flesh, so much so that his scars were hardly distinguishable between surgical in origin and a hard lesson learned in lethal combat. Looking at him prolongedly instilled a sense of unease, stirring thoughts of dread at ever meeting whoever so cruelly crafted and carved him into this blasphemous form.

“You called?” Anathem’s voice croaked as he rolled the words from his yet unfamiliar tongue, his most recent bodily acquisition. Death had assured him the tongue of the demon polyglot would give him its proficiency in the infernal languages, and while that proved to be true for the moment it felt as if an unwieldy serpent whipped about inside his mouth when he tried speaking in his native language.

“Tell me there has been a development from our latest endeavour.” The frustration the Nephilim presently felt laced his gravelly tone in a misdirected reproach, as if his current company held any blame to their situation.

“I grow tired of all this inaction.”

Death’s ire was a difficult thing to earn, usually so cold and calculated it would take a true and continuous push of his buttons to evoke the flames of his wrath. And oh how brightly it burned in his fiery orange eyes, twin stars in the midst of collapse for eternity. Despite being the centerpiece upon which fell the Firstborn’s glare, Anathem merely shrugged.

“I only just came back from my visit to Hell's Underground.” The roll of his shoulders disturbed the peace of the ghostly green chains anchored into his shoulder blades, each heavy link rattling only once against one another all the way down to the thick cuffs shackled at either wrist.

“I’d say another day at the most before I hear back. After all, we are hoping for discretion.”

Death’s eyes narrowed sharply, near warning, though Anathem knew him well enough to stand where most others would cower and fold to their knees. The Nephilim let free a hiss of breath as he straightened, a rare moment to revel in his full and towering height -nearly a metre taller than Anathem even if the shorter were to stand on the tips of his mismatched toes- before comfortably slumping his shoulders, clearly making the effort to calm his temper.

“I trust that the message was clear? We have no room for ambiguity.” His tone was now much cooler, near icy if not for the faintest hint of a cruel mirth.

“The severed head of their leader is a hard thing to misinterpret.” As fluidly as a languid housecat, Anathem closed the distance between them and brought himself up on the dark stone table, stepping to its edge to take perch before the Nephilim at eye level.

“As well as their matron’s, just in case.”

“A fine touch,” Death let slip a chuckle. His eyes snagged to the tear in the cloth wrapped around Anathem’s abdomen just below his ribs, something the creature likely would've tried to conceal had he even noticed. Death’s eyes turned sharp again as he grabbed nearly the entirety of Anathem’s waist in a single hand, a finger forcing the fabric to reveal the ugly gash hidden beneath.

“And what is this?”

“A Hellion snuck up on me, must’ve been reckless.”

“You are not meant to be reckless. You are meant to be untouchable, that is how I made you.”

Anathem hissed as Death prodded the wound, a fresh trickle of inky blood oozing from under the weak scab.

“Yet I lived with hardly a scratch,” he stared back into Death’s infernal glare with such an unshaken resolve, his pupils a golden marble completely still despite swimming in the deep-red bloodshot of his eyes.

“As you’ve taught me.”

His fingers raised to brush against Death’s arm, in the best way his inhuman limb could deliver a caress. His fresh bleed had dried about as quickly as it began, once more closing the wound that it may heal into a new scar adorning his pallid flesh. While the manacle at his wrist pressed coldly against Death’s equally chilled skin the chains themselves posed no obstacle or obstruction, their arcane nature merely phasing through any limb or object in the way of their wearer’s intent. Death’s grip lessened only slightly, not yet satisfied to release him just yet.

“I trust this misstep will not be repeated,” he warned, his hold relinquishing the site of injury to reestablish higher against his ribs. His thumb brushed against the scarline of Anathem’s pectorals as he leaned in. Anathem was now cast in Death’s shadow, the warm candlefire of his eyes a beacon in the dark of his sunken eyes and the protruding sockets of his mask.

“Lest I level the Hells before Heaven ever gets the chance.”

Anathem lolled out his pitch black tongue, only to then flick it at the point of the mask’s absent nose. Death practically tore Anathem from the table, pressing himself firmly against the smaller being, feeling his ally’s legs instinctively hook around his midriff. The rattle of the spectral chains played their tune as Anathem weaved his claws in Death’s impossibly black hair, his Frankenstein’s monster of a body ready to take on Death in any form, in all his brutality, and stand all the taller after.

As if an objection sounded by the will of the Universe itself, a shrill cawwing pierced the air in interruption. The sound forewarned the sudden arrival of a large crow beelining to deliver urgent news to its master.

“Finally,” Death’s voice slithered under his breath, eyes tearing away from the being in his grasp to follow the flight of Dust.

“Another time then?” Anathem began to draw away but Death’s iron grip held him in place, his other hand catching Anathem’s thigh to pull it back up over his hip.

“They toyed with my patience, they can be made to wait.” The Nephilim’s rasp rumbled low in his chest -a dark purring- as he bent forward, resting Anathem’s back to the table below. Death could be made to be patient, but only on his own terms. He would not wait for anything nor anyone, had the power and drive to bend the world to his will. Anathem smiled, dusked fingers curling around the edges of the bone mask adorning his lover’s face.

“We will unmake the Balance yet.”

[usbfr0st3d]

Wrote this scarian fic cuz i was bored

Crack! He snapped his head around, Scanning for any threats that may be lurking in the wet, Dark, abandoned forest. Ever since the Greed of The Watchers, who managed to code the end of the entire world for all non-human entities, Everything was crawling with danger, even the seemingly safe presence of your base. After looking for a while, there was nothing. Even that was concerning. He shook it of and sat down on the cold, stone path. Whilst trying to figure out what had happened to his wing, another noise came out of the forest surrounding him. His feathers pinned and his eyes widened as he went back to cautiously scanning the cold forest. He swallowed loudly when he finally found the source of the noise, although he could not see what made the noise. He spread out his wings to make himself look bigger and got ready for the creature to pounce. “Ow ow ow ow ow. oh, is that my bloo- no, nope, that's someone else's… ok…” He pulled his wings back immediately as he stared unimpressed at the man standing before him. He had Emerald green eyes and scars all over his body that made him look slightly threatening. The man was quite clearly an elf, as he had abnormally tall figure and pointed ears. He may have been a hybrid of some other species but the avian couldn’t tell just by looking at him.

The man, after staring at a twig with blood on it for what felt like an hour, noticed the small avian wearily looking at him and seemed to recognise him. “G?” Startled at hearing his real name rather than a pesky bird who kept stealing everyones rations, he stood up ungracefully and ran. For about ten seconds before getting caught in his own trap he setup mere minutes earlier. Clearly panicking, he tried escaping the trap but the man who was watching, quite amused, spoke up. “G, Do you need help or…” his voice trailed off for effect “No, im perfectly fine here.” Grian didn’t know why he said that, as he did in fact need help but he decided to go along with it “Yup, because your very capable of getting out of this really high tech trap” the man added sarcastically. “Ok I give up Scar, what do I have to pay you to get out of here” “My rations.” “What about something else-” Scar cut him off “Do you want to get out of this trap or not.”

There was silence for a moment before Grian sighed and started searching through his bag, thinking of ways he could keep the small amount of rations he stole and get out. “Also don’t even think about trying to trick me, I will check before releasing you.” Well there went his first plan. To make it believable that he was still searching for those rations, he muttered to himself “Where did I put those, I know I didn’t eat them”. Scar seemed to see straight through those lies, which was to be expected, considering they lived with each other for almost 2 years before the apocalypse, but he let it go for the minute. After a while of thinking, Grian finally gave up and handed him the rations. “There. Now can you help me get out, my wings are covered in blood.” That statement caught the scarred man off-guard as he stared at the avian with a concerned look, which in return got a unimpressed dead stare from Grian. Scar took his knife out and started cutting the rope surrounding him. After Scar finally cut Grian out of the netting, he stood back and looked at him for a bit before speaking up again.

“You're in a horrible condition.” He sounded like he felt bad for the avian. To be fair, he did feel bad for him but he didn’t need to know that.

“You're face is in a horrible condition” Grian replied snarky.

All of the elvens previous sympathy seemed as if it immediately faded as soon as the avian said that. “Oi, don’t get bitchy on me, I could have left you up there. I am trying to help you here”

Grian was in a lot of pain and Scar knew when that happened, He would usually try to get people away from him, as a defence instinct but jokes on him, Scar was not gonna give up. Not after last time.

“I know your hurt. Turn around, I’m helping.”

The avian was now visibly annoyed, but he obayed nevertheless.

The elven started tending to his wounds, dressing them and preening his feathers.

The two started talking about how their lives had been going since the apocalypse and making jokes with each other. Grian was noticeably warming up to Scar again but the elven didn’t say anything about it.

Later on it was night time, also known as the most deadly point in time. Grian was more alert than usual, as now he had another person to protect rather than just himself. This was one of the exact reasons why he had not had someone with him in the first place, but he did miss the company. Especially Scars company

Scar spoke up again.

“Hey G?”

The avian hummed in response.

“How would you feel about an being allies again? I mean you don't have to, You clearly ran off for a reason but I do forgive you”

Grian thought for a minute. This would mean more effort but he would have help and a friend to talk to on hard days. Although he betrayed Scar in the first place, he was giving  him a second chance

“Yea sure, I wouldn't mind the company”

The two sat together in a comfortable silence, looking the stars as the reflection of the moon shone over them, creating hues in their hair. They knew that it was dangerous outside, but that night, the dangers seemed to rest, as the two just enjoyed each other's presence, occasionally looking at each other and laughing together. Both of them were at the moment, just two stars in an entire sky, and they were happy with that, as they had each other. And a glock.

Psst… Hey, Hey you. Yea you. Here's an author’s note:

Scar and Grian used to be allies before Grian ran off to protect Scar from him but Scar took this the wrong way and thought Grian was running away from Scar, therefor losing his trust after days of searching for him. Scar always thought it was his own fault for Grian running and Grian had always wondered where they would be if he had not ran. Until Grian stole Scar’s rations.

[lesbianredhoodedmercenary]

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