#but that’s such a can of worms in its self

[cryingbluez]

2 versions of both armed version and version without arms, one with purple outlines to help with distinguishing whats what and one without the purple lines

New monster hunter oc (specifically in the mhstories/stories2 canon). I just wanted to make a Tigrex that was inspired by a xenomorph.

(No rider as of writing this, don’t know if I will ever give her a rider tbh lol)

I called the species “Hollow-Abyss Tigrex”, it was a placeholder name, but I just never came up with anything lol, Hollow for caves where the species are found (hollow earth/deep caves), abyss for the deep dark (and also in ref to space, e.g. how its based on xenomorph’s), and Tigrex is self-explanatory. 

More under the cut (e.g. info on her, and her species) (when talking about the species I will use HATigrex)

About the species: 

HATigrex live deep within large cave systems, where no human or wyverian have ever stepped, so HATigrex’s are an undiscovered species.

They live in small groups within cave systems, but isn’t a pack animal, just content to live amongst each other. Often they tend to group together within the same gender, though a female may join an all male pack as a protector from other groups.

The female of the species are bigger than the males, and more aggressive than the males too. They will often bully the males of their species for food. But the females also don’t mind protecting males they’ve bonded with/group with. Females are on the largest sizes Tigrex’s can get where as males are on the smallest sizes Tigrex can get. 

The males have more bioluminescent than the females. The glowing parts on them is to try to attract prey, the more glowing parts on them the more prey they attract, leading to them being desirable due to bringing food closer. 

Males are often more docile, and when in groups will often play/rough house together, often seen as goofy. Whereas females in groups will often be seen lazing about together/grooming each other. 

Their cave systems are rich within bug life/giant bug life, and other similar critters which HATigrex hunt for food.

HATigrex don’t mind hunting bigger things e.g. any other monsters that happen to get into their cave systems.

They use the echos of their footsteps as a sort of echo location, and are very precise when charging due to being able to tell what their prey are going to do just by the echos that come back to them. 

They’re normally at the top of the food chain in the caves, but are normally outclassed by creatures such as Gaismagorm or Oltura (before it ‘hatched’/the worm forms). Though groups of HATigrex’s will work together to drive off Gaismagorm, they couldn’t defend themselves much from Oltura. 

If humans/wyverians were to meet HATigrex most would of them would try to attack the humans/wyverians just seeing them as food. If they’re full on food they’re almost docile and don’t mind the humans/wyverians coming up to them. Though the female HATigrex can be slightly more unpredictable, and may snap occasionally.

(will edit this part when I think of more info. If anyone wants to give me ideas on more info to add or to add their own ideas lmk ^^ either in the comments/dms/or asks)

About Majaw:

Majaw unlike most of the females of her species is more closely personality wise to the males. Her mother was in a group of males and died protecting them. Leading to Majaw being raised by the males of the group, which she ended picking up on their more docile/playful nature. She still does have some aggression within her but is often on the docile side. 

She was separated from her group due to a cave-in, leading her into a cave system that was more close to the surface/outside world, other monsters within the cave system pushing her even further to the surface. She's often hiding due to being in an unfamiliar environment, and often tries to stick to what caves she can get into. She’s within the Alcala region, when not in the caves she's hiding out within the Etulle Lofty Trees location, hiding in the denser parts of the forest. 

She’s scared of humans/wyverians to some extent, after she was able to hear a fight between a human/wyverian and monster and was able to detect the human's scent and knew the human and wyverian won. She’s a little less afraid of riders, due to having scents of monsters on them and monsters seem friendly towards them. If she smells a rider with food on them, she will go up to try to beg for food, struggling slightly to find food within this new environment. 

Majaw is a fairly friendly monster, just very shy due to not knowing what's going to attack her or not in this new environment. If a monster was to come up to her with no aggression, she would just assume it's another one of her kind coming to hang out, as she's only really known her own kind to be fairly tame to one another. She will often follow that monster around till they chase her off.

Majaw has managed to befriend a Nargacuga, and she’s often seen trailing behind the Nargacuga, or laying with them, often with her face buried within the Nargacuga’s fluff on its neck. (Haven’t made this Nargacuga yet, when I get an idea for the design I will. And I will edit this with more about the friendship.)

(will add more when I think of more to write, so expect this to be edited at some point lol)

[trashcreatyre]

Y’all ever get so emotional about a headcanon that you forget its not actually canon and its something you literally made up

[ddragonqueenn]

Aventurine wants you to think his love language is gift giving, considering he's constantly giving you gifts and doing things for you. He's a bold spender, 15,000 on a ring, 100,000 for a new, custom designed coat, and whatever other jaw-dropping amounts of credits he can spend on you, he will. It seems to anyone else that Aventurine really loves giving gifts, he showers you in presents more than anyone else- and he's a pretty big spender for anyone.

But, really, his love language is physical touch and quality time. Just having you near, being in your company, it's enough to make his heart skip a beat. Actually being able to touch you, have a hand against your shoulder- or waist- pulling you close enough that you're practically squished against him, whatever annoyingly couple-y stuff he can do, he will do so.

[bixels]

As cameras becomes more normalized (Sarah Bernhardt encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use cameras because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by manufacturing companies. I paint not because I want a painting but because I love the process of painting. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

if i have to explain to you that using a camera to take a picture is not the same as using generative ai to generate an image then you are a fucking moron.

[kelpermoosee]

Knocking them over and watching them scramble to get up with those big ass heads

[eleu22]

drunk nights

[kittykatinabag]

Episode 11 of Honey Lemon Soda might be the best visualization of first love that has ever been animated.

It's frantic, it's colorful, so many events happen, Uka's feelings spill and spill, every moment slides into the next in a fever dream of a sequence. Her growth through the season so far becomes so obviously apparent, the self confidence she never thought she had suddenly is her foundation, even if she still believes that Miura is the catalyst and foundation of it. The colors brighten and darken on a moments notice, the tension builds and builds until Uka falls apart.

And then it slows down, and she gets the answer she wants in a dreamy state, finally taking that moment to fully bask in it, content that she can now stand on equal footing with Miura.

[m0ther-of-p3arl]

goddd ive started another wip fuck my stupid phannie life </3

[bcnes-archived]

one thing about writing bones is im always gonna overthink the way he'd refer to himself. just in his internal monologue or whatever. like everybody calls him mccoy but i doubt he's thinking of himself via his surname for a multitude of reasons, and there's bones but it's such a jim-exclusive thing, and leonard feels the most correct but it's a little weird at the same time because nobody ever calls him that in tos and even in aos it's just spock, like, twice. and then he might have gone by other nicknames in the past but he's not thinking of them in relation to himself anymore. who is this guy

[chai-dye]

So so normal about what a character's music tastes says about them

[bitter-sweet-coffee]

ok side rant before i go back to sillyposting

i hate how someone will post something that’s about a certain disorder and all the reblogs are “omg i do this therefore i must have this disorder” because it’s like. GOD. YES YOU CAN FEEL GUILTY OR ANXIOUS BECAUSE A TUMBLR POST MADE YOU FEEL BAD. DOES IT INFECT YOUR ENTIRE BEING AND SEEP INTO EVERYTHING YOU DO AND RUIN YOUR LIFE TO THE POINT YOU CANNOT FUNCTION? NO? ok then maybe stop saying you have 500 billion disorders after reading one (1) tumblr post online

i’m all for self diagnosing if it’s RESEARCHED not just “oh shit i do that” because newsflash! behavioural patterns in disorders can also be shared with neurotypical people! its not black and white! the difference is how badly this shit fucks you up

god. okay i’ll stop now i’m just irritated

[dirtytransmasc]

ok ok ok, I was doing random world building for a brain au (as in this is all you will ever hear of it, I'm keeping this one for myself, sorry) cause I'm maladaptive and bored. anyway, I had to work out who was with who and succession and everything, cause I was committed to the bit, and a crack ship has arisen:

Daeron and Rhaena... thoughts, feelings, opinions?

I think they'd be a cute betrothal, while purely political at first, I think they could actually get along quite well. they're closer in age (2 years apart in the books, though that might change in the show, who knows who cares, this is not going all that deep), Daeron's an energetic sweetheart, Rhaena's quiet but none the less feisty like her mother, both of them can be both sweet and sour, even spicy at times (especially Daeron *cough cough* war flashbacks *cough cough*). I feel like they would have 'friends before lovers' vibes, but they would love each other dearly in time.

I just think they could be cute, if fate willed a situation where they would be betrothed, cause otherwise there would be little to no chance. especially cause in my head (and storyline) they would be the ones taking Driftmark on Rhaena's claim, making Daeron her adoring lord consort (cause they deserved to have their true claims honored)

Edit: I looked into this and found crumbs of content, I am beyond pleased.

[ereh-emanresu-tresni]

Try searching "sex" on Tumblr, and see what it gets you. Try wanting a CEO's death by exploding hammer car.

its so funny to me that people on twitter n tiktok are like "ok but porns still banned on tumblr so at least we're better then them" as if they dont have to typ3 w0rd$ I1k3 th!$ to get around their censors

[supportgaza]

Another Talk at my Irish College About Gaza and my Family There Reopened My Wounds

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Giving a recent guest talk at my Irish college about the horrors my family and I have endured, the war, its aftermath, and the hellish conditions of life in Gaza, was beyond heart-shattering. Speaking about it felt like performing surgery on myself without anesthesia, reopening wounds, and bleeding in the process.

What pains me the most is the unimaginable suffering my family continues to endure—living in constant fear and uncertainty, unsure whether the war will resume or if the people of Gaza will be forcibly displaced from Gaza.

Some of the slides I displayed:

I also spoke about how the war has left Gaza in ruins, where the bones of Palestinian victims lie scattered across the land. My family, like so many others, has been living without a single hour of electricity for months, their lives completely shattered.

As I spoke to Irish students, my heart ached for my family. All I wish for is to reunite with them here in Ireland, where we can finally live a peaceful, normal life. And I remain determined to make this dream a reality.

But I cannot do this alone—I am only human. I urge you to support my campaign in any way you can. Whether by donating, sharing, or simply spreading the word, your help can save my family’s lives and future. That is my ultimate number one mission.

As of 15/2/2025, we are almost at 70% of our final fundraising goal, and we expect the Rafah crossing into Egypt to reopen in the coming weeks. This could be our last chance.

Unfortunately, funds have slowed down at a critical time, and the future of Gaza looks bleak and uncertain.

Please share, donate, reblog, and help us reunite in Ireland where we can Finally live safely.

Tagging for reach! Please reblog my post and help reach our final goal and finally reunite. <3

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[nyerusnova]

Going to toss in my two cents here real quick but I firmly believe: Batman cannot kill, and there cannot be exceptions to that rule, or else the entire ethos falls apart.

Like trust me, Bruce Wayne has personally contemplated killing people multiple times, and has come very close to it before. It is not that he doesn't ever want to kill, but he knows that the Batman cannot kill. Because if he does, then the hope of Gotham is lost, nevermind elsewhere at large. People will have no reason to believe in their heroes, when their heroes decide to play judge, jury, and executioner. Even if we (and diegetically, many characters) know that certain criminals/villains will never change their ways and only want to cause more harm, Batman especially cannot go that far.

Other heroes (most notably Wonder Woman) do fight for more "pragmatic" reasons, and thus will take a life when they deem necessary. But Batman is not one of them. What he's fighting for is not just harm reduction, it's to show people that goodness and justice can prevail. And you might not agree with that ideology, but that's still something important to exemplify -- both in-universe and out.

If he kills, then even ordinary people will have no reason to trust him. Batman goes from a symbol of hope to a yet another symbol of fear for the people of Gotham.

And no, the Joker of all people is not an exception -- he is in fact a major point/reason for the rule. Could maybe other people kill the Joker? Yeah, sure. Narratively boring in most cases, but it would take out the trash. However, of anyone in that universe, it absolutely cannot be Batman. Because that is exactly what the Joker wants: chaos! That's why him being taken out by other people isn't as interesting, because to him his own death is largely meaningless. What the Joker wants is to prove that anyone can be pushed to that edge, including someone as righteous as Batman. If Batman kills him, then the Joker has successfully destroyed the hope of Gotham. He wins. And that's not something Batman can ever take back or recover -- it's game over.

As for Jason: keep in mind that Jason has had chances to kill the Joker himself. But he hasn't, because he wants Bruce -- Batman -- to do it. It presents an interesting quandary, because with this, Jason isn't thinking about the big philosophical picture that Bruce is. (If you want a generous take on him, he is more "pragmatic" about harm reduction. Killing the Joker would save lives, and he wants Bruce to see that. A more realistic take is that it is selfish desire for vengeance as the main driving factor. I won't get into his characterization it now because it's a mess that deserves 10 posts on its own.) At the end of the day, what he really wants for his father to choose him, over his own ideals. And he's not even entirely wrong in wanting that. Fundamentally, that's what makes the conflict between them so interesting. Bruce cannot put his children or loved ones first; he is a hero first, and everything else second. That's the tragedy in being a hero. That bears it's own meta, imo.

In short, Batman's no-kill rule has persisted in comics for decades for a good reason.

I'm actually curious now to find out what the common consensus is so

[deadsetobsessions]

Alley Drunk! Danny AU- Part 1

[Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4]

To not turn into a giant raging asshole hell bent on murdering people and destroying the world after everyone he loved died, Danny had ran from Amity with his chosen vice.

A bottle. That’s right. Even after Jazz’s talks about alcoholism as a poor coping mechanism as a form of self harm, he still chose alcohol. Or maybe that’s why he picked it, because it reminded him of her, right before the booze took the sting of grief off of her memory. He was never really all that good at listening to Jazz.

And now she’s gone, so it’s moot point. Danny really hated Nasty Burger.

Danny made it all the way to Gotham, bottle constantly glued to his hand. It’s better than Vlad’s creep-o-self looming over him all of the time. He bummed out on the streets, fitting into crime alley like a native. Danny learned to pickpocket. Not much, just enough for a bottle when his ran out. He stayed human. At first he tried to convince himself that it was because he didn’t want to be perceived as a meta in a city where Batman notoriously disliked metas. Then, as he sunk deeper, he admitted to himself in a shameful curl of a whisper that it was really because alcohol affected his human side much easier.

Ghosts need an ungodly amount of alcohol to even get slightly buzzed. Danny���s human side? Only one full bottle the shittiest tequila he could find could even hope to be more than buzzed. It sucked.

He’s spent two years being an alcoholic that didn’t actually get that drunk. Technically, underage drinking was a crime. But then again, so was being a vigilante ghost. So, whatever. He does what he can to dull the grief. Mostly, he slept on covered and hidden nooks on top of Crime Alley’s roofs. Gotham city had taken pity on him and cleared her smog clouds when he was awake at night. Stargazing helped, at least. It gave him a little hope. It gave him a little wish to change and better and live like he wants. But then the night ends and when the day comes, Jazz isn’t there. Sam isn’t there. Tucker isn’t there. His mom and dad are not there.

Danny always went back to the bottle, in the end. Not that it did much.

Which was why, when he saw three looming figures over a tiny child, Danny’s saving people thing flared with a vengeance and his surprised ectoplasm burned what little buzz he had achieved by downing most of the bottle away, leaving him stone cold sober and pissed.

Danny sighed, dumping the rest of the nasty tasting liquid out. There’s no point drinking that little.

He approached the trio, who were beating up an actual child. Ancients, he hated Crime Alley sometimes.

“Give me your shit, you little punk!” Asshole 1 decided to say like a typical mugger, raising his leg to kick the curled up kid below. Danny doesn’t let him land the kick, smashing the bottle on the asshole’s head before any of them clocked his presence. He pivots, pushing a bit of that extra strength he normally keeps on a tight leash into his hands, and punched the other two in a quick fashion, knocking them out.

With that taken care of, Danny turned back to the kid who was still curled up. Danny sighed again, the trembles in small shoulders plucking on his heartstrings.

“You okay, kid?”

The kid uncurls, and Danny stared. Holy shit, is he looking into a mirror? Blue eyes, black hair, and tanned skin. Holy shit, he’s even got similar jaws to Danny.

“Huh.”

The kid flinched.

“Y-y’er the drunk,” the kid flinched again, eyes darting to the broken bottle still clenched in Danny’s hand. “I- I ain’t got money, honest. Please-”

Danny blinked down at the kid, brain connecting the dots after so long without actual interaction. He’s panicking and staring at the bottle in Danny’s hand like it’ll kill him. Danny raised the bottle and the kid closed his mouth with a click, terror worming its way into the kid’s eyes.

“I wasn’t going to mug you myself, kid.”

“But- y’er the- the Alley drunk.”

Danny blinked. Did he get a reputation without knowing again? Goddammit.

“I guess. Am I famous or somethin’?”

“Nobody- nobody fucks wit’ ya.”

“I also don’t hurt kids.”

“…”

The kid stared at him dubiously and with a sinking feeling, Danny realized that maybe the kid already had some terrible experiences with a heavy drunken hand. He promptly chucks the bottle further into the alley.

“I drink, yes. But I’m also not the kind of scum that would lay hands on a kid, let alone anyone that didn’t provoke it first.”

“Oh.” The kid uncurled more, looking at Danny warily, more at ease now that the bottle has left the chat.

“Yeah. I’m Danny. Stone cold sober, right now.”

“…”

Danny waited.

“Peters.”

“Okay. Peters, do you wanna take their shit?” Danny pointed a thumb at the knocked out would-be-muggers behind him.

“Y… yeah, sure. What’s my cut?”

“All of it.”

Peters stared.

Danny shrugged and started looting.

"Y'er so fuckin' weird."

----

See, the thing is, Danny hadn't anticipated saving Peters- "'s actually Jason"- would result in having a duckling following him around. The kid, Jason, glared at everyone who even looked at them wrong. But that's not the problem, because Danny could take anyone who took issue with Jason's looks, it's more like there's a child following him around now and Danny doesn't want to be the reason Jason turns into an alcoholic. It's- well, it made him cut down on the drinking. He even got jobs- legitimate jobs that sucks out his his poor ectoplasmic soul.

Why? Because Jason's apparently homeless. While that's something Danny's okay with for himself, he can't ever condone that for an actual child. Jason's walking around in threadbare clothes and thin soled shoes in the middle of Fall, for Ancient's sake.

Danny grumbles as he piled a bunch of clothes into the shopping bag as he checked out. Gotham's Walmart is a different kind of hell, but Danny feels right at home.

Sure, the work might suck out his soul and he might hate being sober, but Jason's face every time he comes home to an actual place to live, warm clothes, and food was worth everything.