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I've played only Monster Hunter World, but dodogama is my favourite chonker

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I honestly really hope the water gun doesn't go away once the event is through. Considering it's ability to do that smidgen of elemental damage it's a godsend for people like me who panic shoot and suddenly they're out of ammo for the first firewall attack and can't remember what part of the wall is safe.

That and also, it's kinda fun to disrespect Zoh-Shia with it. Just running around waiting for it to spawn up Wylk crystals and shoot the water gun at them. Bonus because that breaks things faster than my weapon ever did.

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My take on Guardian "Rathalos" (Left side of second image is official concept art and right is my manipulation of it.)

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Cornpopper from Monster Hunter Wilds

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Drawing my hunter bagge!

His name is Raven, he count as my OC I guess?

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The Tomu, Toma, and Tomo plush set is newly released🍅✨

Capcom JP

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SONIC AU-GUST, DAY 3: Importance

Was a little stuck on this one today, BUT.... I'll add a little blurb to help out the drawing. Having lived in the New World for majority of his life, Silver grew a love for the ecosystem that grew wild around him. Every grand tree, every endemic species, even the exuberant large monsters that called these lands home. His love for his home and it's inhabitants led him to a juvenile Tobi-Kadachi, which unexpectedly bonded with him. After refusing to let nature take it's course, the two are often found idling and relaxing in the depths of the Ancient Forest. He loves his home, he loves the life around him, and for all of that, he would give everything to protect it. @sonic-au-august

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You need to lighten up, newbie!

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Monster Hunter fanart I made

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YROSSA are a pesky leviathan that grab lunch by boiling fish that pass through waters using the flame sac in their long tongue.

Read more on Toyhouse!

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NSFW warning: this fanfiction contains themes of body horror and parasitism. Viewer discretion advised.

The Smiling Pale

Extreme north. Where the sun is blind.

A hostile land, holding some beauty. But not only that.

Also the ugly. The putrid.

Deep in caves forgotten by god himself lies the horrid. A mass of white flesh throbbing on the ceiling.

A creature no one wishes to meet. Not even its parent. But for it, that’s impossible.

Eyeless, sticky, patient. It can’t see its prey’s terror. It only hears.

And that’s enough to delight its thirst.

It waits. Days. Weeks. Months. Ceiling-bound, eternally craving meat and fear. Listening.

Then it hears it. A small, unaware prey. Often human. It has waited so long, planning every step of its execution.

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A snowstorm forced me into this cavern. Too silent for comfort.

A drop hit my face—warm. Not water. But I couldn’t see anything. Only white and grey. Damn storm. My glasses were useless.

Slithering broke the silence. I felt watched. Constantly. The air thick with dread.

Leaving meant suicide.

Staying felt worse.

But I had no choice.

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A winged sabertooth appeared. For a moment, I thought I was dead. I would have preferred it.

Curious and uncaring, it stared at the ceiling. Then left, vanishing back into the blizzard.

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I went deeper. No flying wyvern goes this far, I told myself. Why would something that flies live in a cave? A foolish thought.

The path led to another exit. Hope. The storm was weaker now.

I approached—then lightning burst across the exit. A crackling wall, alive and humming, trapped me inside.

Then a thud behind me.

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It was there. White triangular teeth, each my fingers' length. A pale form, veined with pulsing crimson.

The only color betraying its disguise.

Too late to run. The Pale had planned this with thunder.

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It advanced slowly. Like it knew.

My fear. My desperation.

I saw it in its smile. I swear it could.

Closer.

I backed into the barrier—burning pain. It lingered, savoring my unheard cries.

And then blackness.

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When I came to, the cold was unbearable—then I realized it wasn’t just cold. I was trapped in ice.

Not alone. Another heartbeat beside mine. Then another.

Pain surged through me. Skin scorched by lightning’s bite. Blood flowed slow and weak.

Something small wriggled free. Frail. Slick, crimson—not sure if skin or blood. I only recognised one detail.

That same smile.

Then darkness.

And saliva.

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If this glimpse stirred something, the Spiral awaits and the Pocket hungers.

—RW

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my funny hunter profile :)

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what if. nergigante in wilds

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it's twin wyverian loving hours 💜💜💜💜

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"Adios, Thunderblight" - Short Story

Words: 3400

Tags: [ Monster Hunter ], Mint, Chili, Tai, Grandma, yet another Rey Dau, only comfort no hurt!, they're bonding

Mint agonises over the fulgurite they've kept for god knows what reason until they're finally pushed in the right direction of making a gift that has a use! Which could mean nothing

(tumblr really doesn't like external links anymore, so the link is in the source of this post instead! Click the little source button at the bottom vvv )