#horrid birds

[officialweezerelections]

Have you ever seen a bird and thought “wow, that thing is fucked up” and you didn’t have anyone to tell? That changes NOW.

Welcome to the Fucked Up Bird Competition. A competition to find the most fucked up bird EVER.

Mods are

GF (he/him) (goose apologist) (signs off with 🦢)

Corvid (he/its) (eats humans) (signs off with 🦇)

Nominate your weirdest and most evil and fucked up birds below. May the worst bird win.

#animals #birds #fucked up birds #weird birds #horrid birds #scary birds #I love birds btw #information

[therearenolimitsonthehams]

lou is just out here collecting weird fantasy grandfathers

#like there’s fabian’s weirdo elf grandfather #and now this horrid pasta man #and i think his character in aabrias campaign had like a bird grandpa #dimension 20 #the ravening war #fantasy high

[dougielombax]

Angry little owl man.

(God’s most beloved horrid little freak)

#dougie rambles #personal stuff #my poor attempt at a joke #bionicle #Lego #lego bionicle #Bionicle Lego #nuju #Turaga Nuju #Turaga #little man #angry little owl man #birds #bird man #hermit #ice pick #no context #shitpost #grumpy old man #old man yells at cloud #staff #ice #him #he #behold #bear witness #he angry #murder #horrid #thinking about murder probably

[birdsaretoddlers]

bird take your time for real for real you could release chapter 13 in 10 years and it’d be worth the wait!! chapter 12 ending was gold to me it had me CACKLING, i’ve been thriving off that ever since. also i just want you to know i have mars capone and the red vixen brainworms right now i do be thinking about them!!!!!

I will be so fucking fr with you the Mars Capone brainrot is like half the problem 😭😭😭

#all i can think about is my horrid little man. #And yet i cant write him either!!!!!! #im hoping some mindless third person shooter gameplay will help #bird droppings #birds writing hell

[forever-eternal]

Could you possibly write a story about Adam’s childhood? Kinda like what you did with Robin but for him

Of course, Lovely! It’s not very good, motivation is dead rn, sorry about that!

Prim and Proper

Adam Jones had appeared in his father’s living room when he was still just a small child. A child with a partner, his best friend, Robin.

Adam Jones had a simple first few weeks, learning how to appear human, growing relations with his parents and the Cities that were his siblings. They got him a dog he named Todd, because he was young and they couldn’t always be around. They were older personifications, and while they tried-- they couldn’t stay at home without a reason the humans would accept.

But it was upon their return from their most recent meeting that they discover the nature of young Governments.

Todd barking and pushing frantically against their legs, the frantic tugging of the Call from young Robin, demanding they hurry up and check before she shows up and checks herself.

The house is full of yelling when they open the door, from the cities they know had arrived mere hours before and themselves at the scene they had stumbled in on.

Adam, the child they took in as their own, on the floor- shaking and convulsing as he coughes and gags on his own blood and sick.

Their Government is new and young, full of flaws and not yet something solid or unyielding.

Their child, as it’s Personficiation, is new and young. He’s sick and frail and it shows in his feverish state that wanes, but never fully disappears.

It doesn’t stop Adam from sneaking out to cause mischief with Robin, merely gives his parents and uncles a good reason not to believe anything someone says about him being a menace.

Todd was a spectacular help for Adam’s situation, the foxhound always seeming to know when the boy would fall into another feverish fit and alerting the Personifications nearby.

It gets better as Adam gets older, though his body’s reaction towards any illness forcing him into a bedridden fever never changes. One parent always with him on his bad nights, keeping watch of the rackety rise and fall of their child’s chest as he breathes.

But even so, their son had always been prim and proper-- even if he had to learn how to eat and chew his food. Always knowing what to say, always with the childish smile on his face as he talks the overzealous law enforcement in circles, always gleefully showing off the hats he nabbed from the passing British Soldiers with Robin.

Adam Jones is always prim, always proper, no matter what happens.

#welcome to the table #wttt #welcome to the table au #family ties au #wttt gov #Congress was a menace just like Robin #their parents will hear no word of their wrongdoings #”my son? my son who is sick in bed-- his health only made worse by your horrid presence?” #“he would NEVER burn down your city. how cruel of you to accuse him.” #Adam likes dogs but he doesn’t get one often because of how short their lives are #Todd the Foxhound is a reference to Fox and The Hound btw #Robin has her birds and Adam has his dogs #not very long #idk what to write anymore #or what to draw #requests welcome! #if you blame Adam of any sort of wrong his parents may flay you alive #Robin’s parents know she’d mischievous but they will also tel you you’re wrong #when Todd and Robins first birds died the funeral was extravagent #I think the only time you’ll see either of them grieve that way again is if another family member dies #or one of them dies #they literally cannot live without one another THEY WERE MADE FOR EACH OTHER #rambling in the tags

[plaguedoctorjester]

Actually drawing Revali for once instead of MSPaint shitpost doodles what???

#my art #revali #revali botw #real drawing #i used medibang on mobile #the ads on there suck so i have it set to airplane mode whenever i draw on it :< #botw #btw if you read the tags #im cooking up a species swap thing #i wont say it directly due to fear the tags will unleash some unknown lie into the horrid algorithm #but whatever bird => fish teehee :> #i love how he's still skrunkly in this image like my MSPaint doodles

[wonkavision1971]

"WERE THE HELL DO YA THINK YA GOING TINKERBELL"

#my artwork #art #artists on tumblr #movies #phantom of the paradise #philbin #phantom of the paradise fanart #fanart #bird man #help 🤡 #this took a horrid amount of time help me

[wildtornado-o]

Making progress on the boy :)

#ignore the horrid stitching my sewing machine is broken #birds-chirps #my crafts

[e-vultures]

#goodnight bird #okay so. I needed a new bed [animal] post and this is what it's gonna be I think #was originally gonna be Just turkey vultures but the internet is a horrid place containing No pictures of sleeping turkey vultures >:( #SPEAKING OF gotta change my username to something either turkey vultures related or steelix related #soon as I figure out [clenched fists] The Interface #<- has been using tumblr on a browser on his phone for two years #whatever. ANYWAY! #I Am Going. to go finish that etho episode :)))) #and Nothing Bad Will Happen In It At All #remember. nothing sad ever happens on the life smp. #okay #bye #I guess #night night #pchoooooo #goodnight vulture #<- [edit] changed the tag actually whatever

[pezpenser205]

sometimes you see a trans discourse take so outlandish and bad said with 100% sincerity by someone not even in the "affected" groups of this made up discourse and you wonder if making a tumblr account was a mistake.

this is when you need to close the tab and play on a pixelmon server full of actually cool trans people instead

anyway who up playing with their wurmgerl

#op #dumb dlsc horse below in case you dont wanna read that shit (i get it i didnt want to either) #context: saw a transmasc say mogai was transmisogynistic. not in those exact words. they used a lot of buzzwords but thats the gist #how do you say that as if like 75% of people who use puppygirl/catgirl genders arent trans girls are you insane or perhaps crazy #can we all collectively go outside on a picnic. all of us. even ''evil transandrophobia truthers'' and ''horrid baeddels'' #we can just like sit there and look at birds or something and drink energy drinks with way too many chemicals just to feel something #so tired man

[spotsupstuff]

this cake-trocity has gone too far, and you know you must do something about it.

like Gandalf facing down the Balrog in the Mines of Moria you plant the stopsign with a mighty roar

"You shall not bake!"

but as the sign contacts the ground you feel a *squish*, and you look down in horror to find that the sign itself was cake all along.

fucking spot-insert fic snippet in my inbox

#spot says stuff #horrid start to the day today lads... not even this question but yanno what i see first when i check my inbox to see what was sent in- #-durin the night? two fuckin transform€rs art request. some fucking cretin. cant read the inbox title apparently #i had tf requests open in JANUARY. SEVEN GODDAMN MONTHS AGO. for TWENTY FOUR HOURS. #sometimes i wish i had no sense of consequence n was a shit person so i could just spit slurs all over the place im so fucking mad #not even the swag of robot wizard sona can calm me im in some deep shit ah hell maybe the bird ask will instill some tranquility within me

[zincbot]

been playing dredge! i really love it

#dredge game #stayed up so long birds swooped in the middle of the day and stole all my fish #also recently something 'slithered aboard' and one of my fish got infected. sold it right away for a drastically reduced price #i dunno if that infection can progess or infect other fish in the hold or what but very cool #i've been making certain to catch every fish in an area before moving on (except the abberations) #cause i just get too fucked up by random attacks if i stay up too long hunting them #once both my engines were knocked out and i was travelling the speed of a snail on exclusively the power of haste #horrid #also i've noticed that when ur sanity gets low those weird rocks start to glow and when you touch them you get a vision of disaster. #very interesting #i gave the dog to the researcher cause she was closest and spoke about being lonely. but i dunno of there was another option #for who to give the dog too #also the SOUND DESIGN in this game is so good. so frequently i'll hear some Scary Sounding shit but see Nothing #i'm not scared of the ocean but goddamn #so cool #also i Love a collectors ecyclopedia With hints on where to find everything. scratched my checklist itch #also i read that note abt the plant. i feel like that implies the tentacle monster at the center of the circle islands area is #actually a plant. that would be so sick #also i know it's a lighthouse and that's what they do but i find it wild just how far you can see the lighthouse from

[pearl-kite]

I just got sod laid last week and I think I get a tree today, I'm excited

Confused why on earth they're doing it this time of year, but excited

#kite rambles #i don't have to do any lawn maintenance here they're going to do it all #which on one hand is VERY nice because my allergies are too horrid for me to actually mow my dad tried to make that one of my chores once #but on the other if i want a garden I'm stuck with pots :/ #it's such a pathetically tiny tree though #a bird feeder in it would look ridiculous #hmmm

[randomwriteronline]

To love is to hurt.

To love is to hurt.

He opened his eyes to the feeling of his heartlight spasming like an air bladder squeezed too quickly.

It hurt. It hurt. It hurt.

He looked down.

It was all coiling around his spine.

It was all bursting from him like ribbons, writhing and wiggling and settling against his frame, snaking under his armor pieces, latching onto them - if he tried to rip them off they would have clung harder, they would have torn and sent horrendous pains through circuits until he had to stop hurting himself, leaving them to grow further, twitching incessantly all the way across him as they took over, as they held tight, as they grew further and further and further until they began turning into a barely shaped mass of incessantly moving grossly wet disgusting serpentine worms of flesh and blood that pushed off the very shell he was made off and engulfed his skeleton until it was no more, swallowed away, devoured by the mass, buried now beneath pulsing wires aching with electricity, beneath a living blanket pressing much too tight around him, much too tight, like a trap sewing itself onto him, unable to pierce through the protodermis and instead being pierced in turn, sputtering blood out of him, boiling hot, burning, begging him to shed his carapace, the last thing he had, the last thing it could not take from him, the disgusting parassite no larger than his closed fist beating hard and painful against the metal as though to crack it, dent it, tear it off somehow, contorting his fingers with its warm ichor and humid flesh and blindingly desperate pain to make him reach out and tear himself apart, tear himself undone, rip his every little minuscule shred of identity off of himself to replace it with some new unknown appalling horror closing around his throat, replacing pistons and cogs and joints with pulsing boiling shaking alienly inside inside him trying to cling harder turn him move him against his will until he was nothing of himself ever again, and his mask dug deeply excruciatingly horrifyingly into his face, and his mask would not turn off, and he could not take his mask off, and he could not stop looking, and none of it could stop growing and writhing and turning and curling and moving and twisting and tightening and pulsing and twitching and jolting and tensing and

And he opened his eyes to the dark, to arms pulling him to sit up. A palm grabbed his nape and placed his face against a cheek.

The breath against his ear was warm, harsh, loud.

It hissed as it was exhaled until the lungs it had been held into were completely empty.

It hissed as it was inhaled until the lungs it was flowing into were completely full.

It covered the sound of his horrible heart beating frantically.

It covered the feeling of his horrible heart beating frantically.

Eyes shut tight until the pressure made him see stars, one hand clamped around the arm sustaining him, Kopaka imagined the loud breathing was the winds of Ko-Wahi passing through him from the top of mount Ihu.

He imagined it so hard and so much that for a single moment he really believed he was there.

He really believed there was still time.

He really believed that.

Gentle fingers combed through his hair.

The breathing never stopped, comforting, familiar.

He couldn't look. He couldn't.

He couldn't look.

He couldn't.

Pohatu breathed.

Slowly.

Sweetly.

Soothingly.

His trembling quelled at last; he leaned into his brother's steady embrace, hard and soft all once.

That hadn't changed.

They waited a long time, very quietly, before Kopaka felt tired enough to start slumping into Pohatu's hold. He was laid down without a word, wrapped still in a body just as horrid as his own was; but somehow it felt better, to have this sort of foreign warmth and pressure coiled around his bones.

Distracting him from his abnormality.

He slipped into dark sleep, still not serene.

But at least, if Pohatu held his grip tight onto him, he could drag him away from the festering organs he'd glimpsed on the Star if their nightmare crawled out from within him again.

#bionicle #pohatu #kopaka #body horror tw #gore tw #innards #random writing #welcome back to po n ko get fucking organic-ed au tonight i offer you: X Ray Vision At The Wrong Time Can Cause Trauma You Can't Even Fatho #my beautiful idiot dumbass ice boy feeling something weird inside him: hmmmm i need to investigate #that fucking daft bitch: (activates his akaku and looks directly down at his own body) #the fucking writhing mass of viscera hes developing: (are forming in real time in his body like fucked up tapeworms) #mr LETS GO TO THE HORRIBLE PLACE IMMEDIATELY THROUGH THIS HORRID FUCKED UP BIRD: i may have made a mistake #he then proceeds to get extremely detailed nightmares abt it for two weeks min and almost have a panic attack when he gets his mask back

[bluestempigeons]

I think it's important to post pictures of my birds molting in the ugliest of ways. I'm spreading awareness

#pigeon coos #also it's a good reminder that even spoiled rotten birds can look like sewer rats at times #it may look like bird mange but i assure you they are just horrid little beasts who hate being normal

[aidentheaverageuser]

My best drawings each month

#Diary of a wimpy kid #rowley jefferson #stranger things #jonathan byers #rodrick #rodrick Heffley #pixel gun 3d #pixelman #Pete hosey #Webkinz #liger #carter #horrid henry #eddsworld #angry birds #pokemon #mike wheeler #art #fanart #digital art