#Fix Monster Hunter Not Loading

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Obscuary's monster catwalk

Obscuary ghouls as cats

Wc: ~700

Ed

The sleepiest chartreux ever. He is always on the cat tower or in his bed.

Maybe it's because he is older than the other two and you see the contrast, but when Rui and Lyca chase each other or play he prefers to lay in your lap and make biscuits.

He used to play fight with Rui but once he acted really hurt to go back to sleep and Rui now feels guilty and still licks him to ‘make up’ for it.

His laziness is such that if you make him walk to his food and not carry him there/ serve him closer he will act as if he has a limp or meow as if he was pained enough for you to feel sorry. Either you or the vet are sure if he is in any real pain but you give him supplements for his bones and joints either way. You do notice he doesn't meow sadly while walking until he sees you and starts the whole melodrama.

What gives him away is how quickly he jumps up the platforms on the wall when Lyca tries to play with him and how smug he looks down on him when he can just meows him to go down.

Either way he is so sensitive to your emotions! When you cry in bed he will hop on your chest and lick your tears. (totally not him liking the salt in them)

Just like Ren you have to control his screen time, he might not like playing but he does stay totally still and has his eyes wide when you put on a conspiracy theorist on the tablet or TV.

Rui

A blond American shorthair.

The sweetest cat that purrs and meows so sweetly and contorts his body trying to ask for cuddles and kisses but as soon as you step a little closer and attempt to catch him he starts sprinting to the hideout. It isn't only you, the few female cats that seemed interested in him made him retreat too.

No matter how many times you chime at him and even spritz him he keeps biting pieces of your plants and flowers and keeps them ‘hidden’ in his hideout.

He is such an innate hunter! And he always brings you his victims, still when he brings you a dead ladybug or bird his appearance is closer to that of an apologetic child than a prideful hunter. It's almost as if he wants you to fix his mistake and return the little thing's life.

He seems to meet up with Romeo and Haru every night on your dining table as they meow (principally Haru, he is such a whiny baby)

He has a habit of picking up small pieces of clothing like socks and underwear and bringing them to the laundry room, even if it's helpful to already have them on the floor when you go load the machine, he sometimes opens your drawers and grabs clean ones to feel he is doing something productive. He did put Ed there once when he was nasty enough for him to refuse to help groom him.

Lyca

A messy and stiff haired Lykoi.

He was a rescue found between wild dogs that you fostered but decided to keep as his forever family.He still has some dog-like mannerisms, like wagging his tail when happy.

He is in kitty confinement jail (cat carrier) until he stops swatting and hissing at you or his brothers. Luckily Subaru was brave enough to stand beside him until he calmed and he behaved enough for you to free him under parole.

The first few days, even though he wasn't hitting anyone, nobody dared to approach him unless Subaru was besides him.

Speaking of, Subaru is the one who took it upon himself to teach him how to behave like a cat again, teaching him how to groom himself and jump high, much to Ed's chagrin.

He likes to stalk Ed, wanting to imitate what he thinks is the leader of the pack. He even annoys him trying to fight him but he just huffs and climbs up furniture or up the cat tree.

Unlike Rui, he is good at hunting and proud of it. He might be one of the few, if not only, who will bring you dead rats to show off. Once you even got a baby bunny that luckily was still alive even if scared.

[thiskobold]

Dwarf Fortress, update 51.11, has been crashing a few seconds after loading a save. If the game stays paused, it doesn't crash, but a few seconds after I unpaused, the entire game buffers and closes.

This has happened with two save files, each of which was made before the update. One of them is completely vanilla, and the other is a modded save.

The mods I'm using are exclusively civilization and creature mods.

I think both cases are an instance of the same conditions triggering an error, and I have a feeling it has something to do with the fix for room associations.

If it helps: shortly before the second crash, I had exiled a violent monster hunter (fistfighting).

This crash is the end of Doorreins, but don't worry, it went out peacefully. I'm returning to the bunny fortress now.

[hime-bee]

(Okay but Bee, HEAR ME OUT ON ULPIANUS god i love hunters that have ties to unfathomable lovecraftian gods, that's gotta be the hottest thing to me <33)

that man RADIATES loser dad vibes, he's the soggiest man to have ever come from the depths of the sea and is incredibly emotionally constipated to back it up. that's a man who's probably never had pussy in his entire life, and it's not gonna fix him or take his mind off the seaborn threat, but it'll be a damn improvement for sure. with his strength, he could easily ragdoll and hack you into pieces if he wanted to, which he seems to be contemplating anytime you manage to throw some flirty and playful remarks his way. or he's just too stoic for his own good to even react in a somewhat normal way. he's still pretty cute and hot to you either way~

getting him into your bed takes an INCREDIBLY amount of effort on your part, though given his occupation and mental state, you can hardly fault him. he makes it clear from the get-go that he's not looking for anything romantic, which does disappoint you, but oh well. as long as you get to be near this hot mess of a man, then you're fine being his pretty little cumdump. his mask is kept on per his insistence, which you don't mind because he's still super hot, and you think the mask makes him even more attractive (in your opinion at least). he undresses himself for you, though he doesn't seem to know what to do as you squeal and fawn over his VERY well-built body other than quietly telling you to be quiet and asking if you have no shame.

pleasuring him is both a bit of a challenge and surprisingly easy, given how he's probably not jerked off or gotten any pussy for a VERY long time. and you suspect that he's getting nervous or getting cold feet because of how he regards himself and the seaborn blood that runs through his veins. but you make it quite clear that you care very little for that and don't see him as a monster, encouraging him to stop being stuck in that thick skull of his and let you show him heaven for a little bit. he shuts up for a good while after that. and you keep to your words, pampering every single inch of his body with teasing pecks and faint murmurs about how hot and attractive he is.

trying to fit his dick into you takes a good long while. ulpianus is far bigger than anything you're used to, and he either doesn't care or is finally enjoying himself just a smidge for fucking once to even notice how fucked out you are just from his size alone. you ended up creaming on his dick embarrassingly quick, moaning like a bitch in heat as you struggle to accommodate his sheer length and girth in your pussy. he might've thought you were in pain or something, but upon hearing and seeing you devolve into a fit of orgasmic giggles and moans as you frantically grind down onto his pelvis, he figures it out. each time you move, there's a noticeable bulge that pops up and down, and you know that ulpianus can see it too, if his eyes trained on that spot is anything to go by.

ulpianus ended up finishing inside, much to his supposed chagrin and your delight. just one load was enough to make you feel so full, and, well, you're just dying to know how it'd feel if he dumped every last drop of cum into your cunt. but he seems to have other ideas when he flips you beneath him, hissing out some expletives in Ægirian that you can't understand before he starts pounding down into you, all supposed hesitancy now thrown out the window. but you've always been a sneaky little opportunist, haven't you? you teasingly coo, amidst your moans and garbled noises, at him for trying to knock you, asking if he really wants to fill you with his babies that badly~

your stomach is practically swollen by the time he's finished emptying his balls into your cunt, womb stuffed to the brim with his seed and unable to hold all of it in. ulpianus seems content, laying back as he heavily pants from blowing out your backside while you're practically half brain-dead from how good it all was. you'll definitely be doing this with him again, maybe you can convince him to breed you for realsies next time~

(This is so out of character but I hope that Bloodborne mofo will be released from npc jail soon, he's got that pathetic soggy dilf vibes to him and i wanna put him in my mouth i can give him more kids lol ⌯❛𐃷❛⌯)

I'VE REREAD THIS OVER AND OVER AND I JUST WANNA CONGRATULATE YOU ON YOUR CLARIVOYANCE, LATI- HOW DID YOU KNOW WHALE DADDY WAS GONNA BE PLAYABLE?!?! LMAO

You manifested him, seriously, and Idc if it's OOC, everything you typed is canon and I'll die on that hill WITH YOU, MA'AM 🗣️ A sopping wet man that's knee deep in trauma needs, nay, deserves some good pussy!!

[shuffle-the-dm]

Gunlance shelling type reference for Monster Hunter Rise:

Normal Shelling

Highest shell capacity/quantity (6 shells)

Lowest damage per shell

Only shell type capable of doing "Aerial Full Burst"

Long Shelling

Medium shelling capacity (4 shells)

Medium damage per shell

Highest Wyrmstake and Wyvern Fire damage of the shelling types

Furthest reaching explosions of shelling and Wyvern Fire of shelling types

Wide Shelling

Lowest shelling capacity (2 shells)

Highest damage per shell

Can charge one additional level with Charged Shelling

Wrymstakes do one large blast of damage, and also deal KO damage (like blunt weapons)

Helpful Skills

Artillery- Boosts damage of shells and Wyvern Fire, and reduces cooldown of Wyvern Fire

Load Shells- At skill level 2, gives 1 additional shell to shell capacity

Evade Extender/Window- ...Gunlance is pretty sluggish with few movement options. Big quality of life.

Guard/Guard Up- Alternatively just block. Gunlance has a huge shield, why not use it?

Tips (from personal experience)

Shells do fixed damage and eat through sharpness quickly, but shells/Wyvern Fire do foxed damage! This allows Gunlance to have good damage at any position relative to the monster, and their shield can help them "live" in spots that other weapons might struggle to stay in.

Wyvern's Fire has a guard point while charging up the blast! With ranks in Guard Up skill, this can make it a safe finisher against monsters, or as a way to power through their roars.

Gunlance does have guardpoints on a few things! Such as...

Later unlocked after completing the mission "Grasp the Gunlance", the switch skill Guard Reload has the hunter...guard at the start of their reload. It's slower than the Quick Reload, and reloads less shells. But it also reloads the Wyrmstake! Notably, if playing with Wide shelling, Guard Reload does still reload all shells.

[lizajane2]

The Bad Batch 3x05

Oh god I get it. Omega is just a kid but trying to fix it, trying to push them to talk about it is not the way to go. I mean she's right he's hiding but this situation is something that can't be easily fixed with a conversation.

"They don't trust me." Gee, I wonder why.

"Omega trusts him. That's good enough for me." NOT FOR ME IT ISN'T!

ECHO!!!! MY DARLING!!!

Hunter's bombastic side eye is me every time Omega tries to "fix" things between them. Lol.

"Perimeter detection against local raiders."

"You didn't think to warn us about these raiders before?"

"No they were all dealt with."

"And how do you know that?"

"Take a guess."

"Just following orders?"

The tension between Hunter and Crosshair is perfection.

"He started it." What are you a child?

"Why did the Empire abandon this place?"

"I guess it served its purpose."

"Hmm sounds familiar." Oh, damn.

"Let them work it out." Thank you, Echo. I've been saying that this whole time!

"She went through what she did because you failed. You're angry because she escaped with my help, not yours." WHAT A LOAD OF SHIT!! If that wasn't the biggest copout of the year, I don't know what is. Way to avoid taking responsibility for the pain he's caused everyone.

Do I believe Hunter feels guilty about not being able to save Omega sooner? Yes. But his anger has everything to do with the fact that Crosshair turned his back on him and tried to have him killed multiple times. Which is justified. "Did you betray them, like you did with us?" That is Hunter's whole issue right there, it's right in front of Crosshair's face blinking like a neon sign. He hasn't been able to move on from that.

"Why is there always a huge monster?" Their luck is pretty bad with that. LOL.

"I thought I knew what i was getting into with the Empire. I thought I was being a good soldier. I've done things. I've made mistakes."

Acknowledgment of your wrong doings is great but as a viewer, I'm gonna need more than that. I'm gonna need more than him saving Hunter and Omega. I'm gonna need to hear the words "I'm sorry."

[norahastuff]

First lines of 2025

Thanks @crackers4jenn for tagging me. As luck would have it, I’ve actually been stuck at home with the flu for the past few days, and have actually managed to get some writing done for the first time in god knows how long. Well, luck is probably the wrong word, but can’t argue with results.

I’ve been working on a canon adjacent spn au, with Dean/cas (and some Cas/Bela, because I just love the idea of their dynamic). It’s got a pretty involved plot and is probably going to be long as fuck, but I am determined to get this done. I’m gonna post a few excerpts from it here to try and hold myself accountable. Here they are in all their unedited glory.

*

Castiel stared at him, frozen in place. He hadn’t been expecting that. Though, perhaps he should have. Retired though he may have been, Dean was still remarkably astute.

Dean fixed him with that loaded glare, his expression a cool mask of impassivity. He was usually so expressive; it was somewhat disconcerting. “I should have realised sooner what was going on. Too caught up in my own bullshit, I guess.” He paused, tapping his fingers against the half-empty glass in front of him. “How long?”

“What?”

Dean looked at him, unimpressed. “What do you think, dumbass? How long have you been doing” – he grabbed Castiel’s arm, fingers closing around his wrist, and raised it in the air – “this for?”

Castiel focused his gaze on Dean’s hand. “About fifteen years.”

Dean inhaled sharply, Castiel’s hand falling loosely from his grip. “That’s, uh…” Castiel looked up. He wasn’t sure what that expression on Dean’s face was, but it certainly wasn’t impassive anymore. “That’s when we…” He frowned. “But that’s when you joined the G.I. Joes. How –“

“Who do you think trained me?”

“Wait, what?”

Dean’s look of utter shock was somewhat endearing. Under any other circumstances, Castiel would have smiled. “It turns out the US military is well aware of the things that go bump in the night.”

Dean’s expression tightened. He turned on his stool to face the bar and took a long drink from his beer. “Right,” he said after a moment, his tone painfully neutral. “Of course they fucking are.”

“Dean –”

“No, it’s fine. I mean, guys like me, we’re out here risking our lives, bleeding out in the dark because we figure if we don’t do it, who will? Turns out Uncle Sam knows exactly what’s up and decides to just leave us out here to deal with it ourselves.” Dean looked over at him, his eyes glinting dangerously. “Do you know how many monsters I’ve killed, Cas?”

Castiel shook his head. Dean laughed, an unsettling, empty sound. “Yeah, me neither. But I’ve been around. And never once have I come across a single goddamn military trained operative out there taking care of business.”

“I know.”

“You –” Dean cut off, shaking his head. “Why?” he asked softly, his voice almost pleading.

Castiel sighed. “I tried at the beginning. Anytime I came across what appeared to be a werewolf or a vampire in the news. I knew we could dispatch them without much trouble; we had manpower, highly specialised equipment, but I was told it was… small fry, I believe was the term. We had larger concerns.”

“Larger concerns?”

“Foreign adversaries that utilised the supernatural in warfare. Demons, harnessing the power of magic, tracking down powerful artefacts. Anything less that wasn’t worth the resources.”

“And what about the people getting torn to shreds down here in the mud?”

Castiel shrugged. “The official policy was that if there were more than a couple of casualties, it usually came to the attention of hunters and they would handle it. If the numbers got high enough and it wasn’t dealt with, then we would step in.”

“What was the number?”

‘Dean –”

“No, I wanna know, Cas. How many civilians had to die, how many hunters were slaughtered before you got up off your ass and helped us out?”

“Nine.” Dean’s mouth snapped shut. “If you’re asking about the military’s official number, then I can’t give you an answer, but if you’re asking about me, personally? Nine. Three women, five men and one four-year old child, to be precise. They were killed by a small pack of vampires in Dayton. I tried to bring it to my commander’s attention, but he didn’t care, and denied every one of my requests to intervene. So, I took matters into my own hands. I stole some weapons from the armory, snuck out in the middle of the night and handled it.”

Dean was staring at him. “Did they find out?”

Cas chuckled. “Of course they did. Obfuscation is not one of my strong suits. Let’s just say they weren’t happy. The following month was less than pleasant.”

“What did they do to you?”

“Officially: confinement, but really… I was part of a black ops unit, Dean. It’s not like the entire military has knowledge of the supernatural. Those of us that do were part of an elite squad that was completely off the books. As such, it gave them the freedom to use less savoury methods of keeping their soldiers in line.”

Castiel couldn’t quite meet Dean’s eyes. He tried not to dwell on those punishments, but he still sometimes felt the sting of the ropes on his wrists, the heady cocktail of drugs laced with spellwork they pumped into him in the hopes of making his mind more pliant. It didn’t usually work for long, but that didn’t stop them from trying. And sometimes they were briefly successful. He supposed, to them, that made it worth the effort.

Dean didn’t pry any further into the nature of the punishments to Castiel’s everlasting relief. “Jesus,” he muttered. “Why do I get the feeling that wasn’t the only time you stepped out of line?”

Castiel shook his head. “It wasn’t.”

“Fuck.”

“I suppose you could say I eventually became disillusioned with the work I was doing there. I wanted out.”

“That’s what you wanted to talk to me about,” Dean said, straightening up on his chair, eyes wide. “When we met three years ago?”

Castiel nodded. “It was difficult to have clarity on the situation when I was entrenched in such an environment. My garrison was doing good things. We killed demons, recovered dangerous weapons, and made the world safer. Or so we were told. However, our methods, our priorities, not to mention the collateral damage…” Castiel trailed off. “It was becoming harder and harder to justify.”

“Well, seems like you figured it out without me.”

“You helped.”

Dean stared at him disbelievingly. “How? We barely talked and then you creeped on me from behind a bush before taking off.”

Castiel shrugged. It was not an inaccurate summation of events. “Somehow just seeing you again, I… you have a way of bringing things into focus for me, Dean.”

“Uh, that’s, uh. Good. Yeah, okay then.” Dean rubbed awkwardly at the back of his neck before reaching for the glass and draining it. He signalled at the bartender for two more before turning back to Castiel, brow furrowed.

“Wait, you said you killed demons? How?”

Castiel had almost forgotten that most hunters were unaware of so much of what was out there. “There was an ancient Kurdish tribe in the 1400s that forged a small arsenal of weapons that could be fatal to demons. Most of them were lost to time, but my garrison recovered two such blades on a mission in Iraq. They proved to be inordinately useful.”

Dean exhaled. “I’ll say. Don’t suppose you managed to sneak one of them into your bag on your way out.

Castiel shook his head. Dean slumped in his seat, dejected.

“I did manage to track down another one, though,” Castiel added casually, biting back a grin at how Dean spun around to face him.

“You dick,” Dean said. “Wait, so you have a demon-killing knife? Seriously?”

“Well technically it’s a sword.”

“Holy shit. That is all kinds of awesome. How the fuck did you manage that?”

“Bela. She’s rather adept at tracking down supernatural antiquities. We crossed paths on a case, and once she divested me of a considerable sum of money, she managed to find it for me.”

“She sells mystical jumbo to the highest bidder.” He rolled his eyes at Cas’ surprised expression. “Please, there’s no way she’s a hunter. All it takes is one look to see she lives the high life, and that don’t come cheap. And the kind of work we do don’t exactly pay well.”

“Consider me impressed by your deduction skills.”

“So, what? She tracks down your super special sword and you show your gratitude with a night of x-rated passion?”

“No, that was after I helped her out with a heist to steal a cursed necklace from an old banker who had unwittingly acquired it at an auction. She had planned on selling it off once we recovered it, but I managed to destroy it before she could get her hands on it. Apparently that impressed her.”

“So the ice queen has a humiliation fetish. Yeah, that tracks.”

“You seem rather preoccupied with her,” Castiel said, barely managing to tamp down his amusement. “You know, she did express some interest in seducing you. I believe you also made quite an impression on her.”

Dean choked on his beer. “Uh, how about no,” he sputtered once he’d gotten his coughing fit under control. “Dude, that’s about three different levels of weird I am not getting myself mixed up in. Besides, she's not my type.”

Castiel chuckled. He took another sip from his beer before turning to face Dean. “So, are we okay?”

Dean met his gaze, cocking his head slightly as he considered. “Yeah, Cas,” he said with a small smile. “Don’t get me wrong: it’s a lot. It’s gonna take me a bit to get used to all this, but yeah. We’re good.”

He reached over with his glass to clink it with Castiel’s, and Castiel felt an overwhelming sense of relief settle over him as he looked at Dean.

“I am curious, though,” Dean said conversationally. He lifted his glass to his lips, but didn’t quite manage to hide his smirk behind it.

“About what?”

“Well, hunting’s a tricky business. I know you’ve been doing it for a minute, but you had back up and all that fancy-pants equipment. Down here in the real world it’s a little more rough-and-tumble. Do you think you can handle it?”

Castiel rolled his eyes. “I’m not the one who has been out of the life for the past two years. If anything I believe you should be concerned with the state of your own skills right now.”

Dean raised an eyebrow. “Really, you think you’re a better hunter than me?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You implied it.”

Castiel shrugged.

Dean put down his glass, eyes glinting with amusement. “Well, then I guess we gotta go find us a case to tackle. See who winds up on top.”

Castiel smiled, anticipation buzzing under his skin at the thought. This had the potential to be interesting.

(More under the cut if you're still here)

“Oh, of course," Cas said. "I should have told you you were welcome to park down here. I have several unused parking spaces.”

“It’s fine. Guess you finally learned how to drive at some point.”

Cas shrugged. “It was a necessary skill to acquire in our line of work. Transporting an arsenal through airport security is not the most feasible endeavour.”

Dean laughed. “Yeah, give me the open road over those flying metal tin cans any day.”

“So what are you riding around in these – Cas. No.” They’d come to a stop in front of an honest-to-god pimpmobile. A light gold Lincoln Continental. A ‘78, Dean was guessing. “Seriously?” he asked, turning to Cas.

Cas shrugged. “I like it.”

“You –” Dear god, this thing had hydraulics. “We are not driving your hooptie to Minnesota.”

“I have a truck too,” he said pointing at the slightly more respectable looking Blue Ford parked beside it. “And a motorbike – oh,” he said, eyes landing on an empty spot. “Not at the moment.”

“Wait, someone stole your bike?” Cas seemed pretty calm about it. “Thought the security in this building was too good for that.”

“That wouldn’t bother Bela. She’s rather adept at bypassing security cameras.”

"Wait, your fuck buddy stole your bike?” Dean might have been out of the dating scene for a while, but he was pretty sure that was still a relationship-ending offence.

Cas seemed unperturbed. “She’ll bring it back.”

“Grand larceny as foreplay. Not my kind of thing, but hey, whatever gets your motor running.”

Cas rolled his eyes. “Even I know that was a bad joke.” He gestured at the truck, so should we –”

“Uh, I wondered… if we could take my car.”

“Your station wagon? I suppose, though –”

“No, not that one. I, uh, my Impala.”

Cas’ expression softened. “You still have it?”

Dean couldn’t quite meet his eyes. “Yeah, I kept her in tune, but she hasn’t really seen any action in the last couple of years, so I just figured…” he trailed off, foot tracing along the edge of the painted white lines marking the parking spaces.

“Of course, we can, Dean.”

*

They drove back in Dean’s station wagon. “I gotta get this shipped off to Lisa at some point, he said as they pulled up in front of the house. He parked on the street, leaving the driveway clear.

“Something tells me you won’t be sorry to see it go.”

Dean smiled. “Look, I may not be cut out for this life, but there was still a lot I appreciated about living the suburban dream. Soccer mom cars definitely weren't one of those things.” He shook his head mournfully. “I miss my girl.”

Castiel ascertained that he was referring to his car, and not his ex-girlfriend. That level of devotion to a vehicle was a little concerning.

Even still, he couldn’t help but smile at the look on Dean’s face when he pulled the tarp off the car parked in the garage. It looked exactly as it had all those years ago, all gleaming black paint and shiny chrome. Almost unconsciously, he reached out and touched it, remembering the feel of the cool metal against his body when someone had first touched with an intent to make him feel something he’d always been curious to feel. When he’d seen his first demon. He remembered leaning against it after his first exorcism, the ground still scorched where she stood.

Dean was watching him closely. “It's still nice,” he said, echoing his sentiments from when he’d first seen it. Dean laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners. It was a good look for him.

“Don’t ever change, Cas,” he said, reaching over to cuff him on the shoulder. He moved over towards the trunk, unlocking it and lifting up what was apparently a false bottom. Underneath it was a rather intimidating arsenal, meticulously arranged and well-cared for. Castiel ran his fingers over one of the blades.

“Wow,” he breathed, pressing his fingertips against the edge, pressure just shy of drawing blood.

Dean was staring at him with an inscrutable expression. “What?” Castiel asked.

Dean shook his head. “Hey, you still can’t get it up for my car, but at least the junk in my trunk does it for you. I have to go in and get my stuff, but you’re welcome to stay out here and keep fondling the hardware if you want?”

“You do have a very impressive array of weapons. I admit, I have a proclivity for blades.”

“Yeah, I noticed. Personally, I’m more of a gun guy, but” – he reached in and pulled out the machete, twirling it in his grip – “I can definitely see the appeal,” he said with a grin.

Castiel had thought he was attractive when he simply smiled, but that same smile accompanied by the confident way he handled the blade was nothing short of devastating. He had to be careful here.

*

His phone rang, snapping him from the conversation. It was 1 pm on a Sunday. To his great surprise, Castiel realised he’d forgotten to dread the call.

“Hello, Zachariah.”

Dean looked up in interest.

“Castiel. I trust things are going well.”

“Yes, thank you. How are you?”

Zachariah hummed at the other end of the call, ice cubes clinking in the background. “I would be better if you would come to your senses.”

Castiel sighed. “Zachariah, you know I…” He trailed off, tilting his head to regard Dean. “Actually there is something I would like to discuss with you. Would it be okay if I come to see you later today.”

There was silence down the line for a moment. “Of course,” Zachariah said, his voice betraying no hint of surprise. It was as overly saccharine as ever.

“What was that about?” Dean said, studying him closely. “Didn’t get the impression that you were particularly close with your uncle.”

“I’m not. He’s a dick.” Castiel smiled at Dean’s huff of laughter. “But he may be able to help us identify the sigil.”

“Wait, he knows about –” Dean started indignantly before realisation dawned. “He’s a big kingpin all tangled up in the military, of course he fucking knows. And he never told you anything?”

Castiel shrugged. “Officially: it was classified information. Unofficially…”

“He’s a dick. Got it.”

“Yes. But he has a great deal of experience with the occult. He has spent his entire life tracking down obscure lore and artefacts; it would be foolish not to at least ask for his assistance.”

“Yeah, I get that.” Dean rubbed a hand over his mouth. “Do you want me to come with you?”

“Very much so. But I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“Come on, parents love me. I can be very charming when I put my mind to it,” Dean said with a knowing grin.

“Of that I have no doubt, but I don’t believe any amount of charisma would endear you to Zachariah. He can be rather… derisive about hunters.”

Dean stared at him. “You’re a hunter.”

“Case in point.”

“Jesus,” Dean exhaled. “Who does he think is out there keeping the monster population in check so the G.I. Joes can go out and find shiny trinkets for him to get rich off of?”

Castiel shrugged. “He doesn’t dispute the necessity of hunters, he just doesn’t particularly have respect for the calling. He refers to it as ‘grunt work.’”

“Jackass.” Dean looked at Castiel, a slow smile spreading over his face. “Bet he hates that you got mixed up in it. Instead of taking your rightful place on the throne, you threw your crown in his face and decided to roll around in the mud with the likes of me. Bet it eats him up inside.”

“I don’t know about that,” Castiel said, but he found himself smiling back. He couldn’t say it hadn’t felt extremely satisfying to defy Zachariah. “But it certainly seems to irritate him. He’s not used to hearing ‘no.’ Especially not from me.”

“You sure you don’t want me to come with you? I can put on my rattiest flannel and strap my 1911 into that thigh holster you gave me. He might have an aneurysm at the sight.”

Castiel chuckled at the mental image of Zachariah opening the door to find Dean standing there decked out in all his hunter regalia. “As entertaining as that would be, we do need his help. I don’t think it would be wise to antagonise him.”

Dean sighed. “Yeah, I guess you have a point. I should probably get out of your hair then.”

“You don’t have to rush.”

“Yeah, but I was thinking I might drive out to see my brother. It’s been a while since I visited him, and, uh, I haven’t told him about me and Lisa calling it quits.”

“Why not?”

“He always knew she was pretty much the only thing keeping me away from hunting. He made me swear to tell him if I ever decided to get back in the game. Figure, it’s better to have that conversation in person.”

Castiel studied the series of expressions that passed over Dean’s face as he was talking. “You miss him.”

Dean shrugged. ‘Course I do. I practically raised him. That kid’s like a part of me. I even thought about moving closer to him after everything with Lisa. She was pretty much the only thing tying me to this place. At least until you came along.” Dean cocked his head. “Pretty nice timing bumping into you on the street that day.”

Castiel had thought so too. Pontiac wasn’t that big of a town; they were bound to bump into each other eventually. But Castiel hadn’t seen any sign of Dean in the two months he’d been back, and he’d certainly been keeping an eye out. He’d done everything short of driving to Dean’s house and skulking in the bushes till he caught a glimpse of him. (He had driven by Dean’s house. Dean didn’t live there anymore.)

To bump into Dean on the same day his world was about to implode… well, the timing was certainly serendipitous. If Castiel believed in such things, he might attribute it to fate.

“Anyway, if my brother knew I was going back to chasing after things that go bump in the night, he might do something stupid like blow up his whole life to come and help me out. Ever since, uh, you know, Dad, he’s been a little over-protective about anything to do with monsters.”

“I can understand that.”

“But I figure I’ll just tell him about you. If he knows I got soldier boy watching my back, he might chill out a bit.”

“Happy to be of service,” Castiel said dryly.

“I’ll be back in a couple days, but, uh, call me if you find out anything about the sigil. Or if you end up killing your uncle and need help burying the body.”

“I appreciate that,” Castiel said with more sincerity than such an offer should really warrant.

Dean shrugged, clapping Castiel on the shoulder as he passed by him on his way to the door. “Hey, what are friends for, right?”

I'm terrible at tagging people, but I'd love to read your stuff, so if anyone wants to do it, just say I tagged you.

[satoshi-mochida]

AMEDAMA for PC now available - Gematsu

Side-scrolling, soul-shifting sandbox action adventure game AMEDAMA has left Early Access and is now available in version 1.0 for PC via Steam, publisher and developer IzanagiGames, and developer ACQUIRE announced.

AMEDAMA first launched in Early Access on March 22. A Switch version is due out on November 21.

Get the latest details below.

This side-scrolling, soul-shifting sandbox action adventure game has been developed in collaboration with ACQUIRE—the company known for titles such as What Did I Do to Deserve This, My Lord? and Way of the Samurai.

Updates from Early Access to Full Release

New Features

The difficulty options (Easy / Normal / Hard / Extreme)

The RIP Quest

Memory Quests

“Chinchirorin” Mini-Game in the Gambling Den

New Achievements

Improvements

At the tutorial stage, progress halting and display bugs in Windows French and Spanish language environments.

The issue of text display failure in the Windows Korean language environment.

In a specific event, there is an issue where the screen remains white and becomes unresponsive.

Minor bug fixes and improvements.

Reduced Processing Load

New Resolutions Supported

Performance Enhancements

NPC Movement Improvements

Minor Bug Fixes

UI enhancements

Thanks to numerous updates, we are thrilled to have launched the full version today! We deeply appreciate the valuable feedback from all players during the Early Access phase and extend our heartfelt thanks to everyone who shared their thoughts. We hope you continue to enjoy playing AMEDAMA!

About the Game

AMEDAMA is a brand new side-scrolling, soul-shifting sandbox action adventure game from ACQUIRE and IzanagiGames, featuring character design from lack (Fate/Grand Order, Touken Ranbu), and music from Yuko Komiyama (Monster Hunter series). AMEDAMA‘s historical Japanese setting is brought to life with a striking pixel-art style. Yushin and his sister Yui run the local umbrella shop. One evening, as rain falls outside, a group of men burst in, killing Yushin before Yui’s eyes. With nothing but his soul remaining, Yushin must fight tooth and nail, possessing any body he can on the quest to find his sister and uncover the truth behind her disappearance. With only seven days left before his soul fades away, can he save her in time? Transport yourself to feudal Japan in the last years of the Edo period, and experience a tale of rain, possession, and reincarnation, brought to life with striking new 2D visuals.

[cookiebrain14]

[Update] 11/18/24

Loading screen bug fix

Here is a new custom loading screen for the lovers of Monster Hunter like me, I hope you like it!!!

PLEASE ONLY PUT ONE IN YOUR MODS FOLDER AT A TIME.

[randomperson99sworld]

Ruffled Feathers 🪶

~ Part 53 ~

Summary: Julia Morgan, Bobby's niece, has always been a royal thorn in Dean Winchesters ass since the day they met 1 year ago at Bobby's memorial. She wants to be a hunter, he thinks she's a dumb kid playing dress up. Will she always be seen as an unwanted load in Dean's eyes or will he see something more?

Warnings: Age gap, language, sexual themes (used lightly), physical abuse (Not by Dean).

Word Count: 1,010

A/N: This story is almost over! One more chapter left before the bonus chapters! :) stated as always, this story is cross posted on Wattpad. Happy reading! ♥️

The next few days were much of the same—quiet moments filled with unspoken emotions. Dean kept himself busy doing odd jobs around the house, cooking meals, fixing things that didn't really need fixing. Anything to distract himself from the helplessness he felt watching Julia drift through the days like a ghost.

She was trying, he could tell. She'd make small efforts here and there—like joining him for breakfast or helping him fold laundry. But there was a weight to everything she did, like she was moving through quicksand. The spark that used to define her was gone, and Dean couldn't shake the feeling that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull her out of this dark place.

One afternoon, a week and a half after she came back, Dean sat at the kitchen table, drinking his coffee and reading through a book of lore. He hadn't been able to focus on hunting lately. The visions of Julia's death haunted him, making him hyper-aware of every second that passed. What if it happened again? What if next time, he couldn't stop it?

He was so lost in thought that he didn't hear Julia walk into the kitchen until she spoke.

"Dean?" Her voice was soft, uncertain, like she wasn't sure if she should even be speaking.

Dean snapped his head up, surprised to see her standing there. She was still in her pajamas, her hair a mess, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes—something more than the blank stare she'd had for days.

"Hey," he said, trying to keep his voice light. "What's up?"

Julia hesitated, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. "I... I think I need to get out of here."

Dean blinked, unsure of what she meant. "Out of here, like... the house?"

She nodded, glancing out the window. "I've been cooped up too long. I need air, space. Maybe a drive."

Dean set his coffee cup down, watching her carefully. "You sure? I don't want you pushing yourself if you're not ready."

"I know," she replied, her voice wavering slightly. "But I need to try. I can't keep... I can't keep sitting here, feeling like this."

Dean studied her for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. We'll go for a drive."

They didn't say much as they got into the car. Dean started the engine, the familiar rumble of the Impala filling the silence between them. Julia stared out the window, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the dashboard. Dean couldn't help but steal glances at her, worried but hopeful that this was a step forward.

He wasn't sure where they were going, just drove aimlessly through the winding roads outside of town, letting the open sky and the hum of the engine fill the quiet. They passed fields and forests, the world slipping by in a blur of green and gold. It felt peaceful, almost normal, like things could be okay again.

After a while, Julia finally spoke.

"You ever think about... just stopping?" she asked quietly, her voice barely above the sound of the engine.

Dean frowned, glancing over at her. "Stopping what?"

"Hunting. All of it. Just... leaving it behind."

Dean's grip tightened on the steering wheel. He'd thought about it before—more times than he could count—but the idea never stuck. "Yeah, I've thought about it. But the thing is... it doesn't let go of you. Even if you walk away, the monsters are still out there. And if we're not hunting them... who is?"

Julia nodded slowly, her eyes still on the horizon. "I don't know if I can keep doing it."

Dean's heart sank. He knew this had been coming, that after everything she'd been through, she might not want to go back to the life. He couldn't blame her—hell, he wasn't even sure how he'd held on for so long. But hearing her say it out loud made it real.

"You don't have to," he said, his voice low but steady. "You've been through enough, Julia. No one's asking you to keep doing this if you don't want to."

She was quiet for a long time, the tension between them thick, before she finally spoke again. "But what if I walk away, and something happens to you?"

Dean's heart clenched. He'd never realized just how much that thought had been weighing on her. "I'll be fine," he said, trying to sound reassuring. "You don't have to worry about me."

But Julia shook her head, her eyes filling with tears. "I do worry. I can't just sit by and let you go out there and risk your life while I'm... safe. I can't do it, Dean."

Dean pulled the car to the side of the road, putting it in park as he turned to face her. "Julia..."

"I've already lost you once," she whispered, her voice breaking. "And now... now that I'm back, I can't lose you again. But I don't know how to keep going. I don't know how to keep doing this."

Dean reached out, taking her hand in his, squeezing it gently. "We'll figure it out. Together. You don't have to make any decisions right now. We'll take it one day at a time, okay?"

Julia nodded, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. "I just... I don't know how to keep going."

Dean sighed, pulling her into his arms, holding her close. "You're not alone in this. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

She buried her face in his shoulder, her body trembling as she let out a quiet sob. Dean held her tighter, wishing he could take her pain away, wishing he could fix everything. But all he could do was be there, and he wasn't going to let go.

They stayed like that for a while, parked on the side of a quiet road, holding each other in the fading light of the afternoon, both of them trying to figure out how to keep going in a world that felt so broken.

[demondaydreamer]

Monster Hunter Stories concept:

Ok so I never write anything down on this site but I wanted to jot an idea I had for the (superior) mh stories series.

Since the concept of befriending monsters is such a recent game spinoff, (don't know how "new" it is in the monster hunter universe) but it would be so cool if you could revisit old game locations with monsties as a way to breathe new life into the next mh stories game and also appeasing old fans.

I've got a few examples from the old games (at least ones that I myself have played, feel free to drop your own ideas in if you've played any others, that'd be really cool) but imagine revisiting Moga Village from mh3u and introducing the scared, mistrustful folk of Moga to your Lagiacrus monstie, teaching people not to fear monsters but to respect them and that they can be befriended as helpful companions.

Another example is to revisit old characters that you could breathe new life into by pairing their characters with suiting monsties. Such as the mh4u quest maiden with Brachydios, as OGs will remember her having a special quest where she admired Brachy.... "Admired".

Like even if it seems weird because it "feels" like such a long time ago, since it's an older game, they could just fix this with the introduced rider being their child/grandchild. They've done a similar thing in mh Rise with the Sunbreak smithy being an ode to the mh4u Smith girl you have with your caravan team.

Another NPC/monstie duo I thought would be cool would be Julius (Ace Commander from Mh4u) with Kushala Daora, since his Master had to retire due to an attack from one, it could have such enemies-to-friends character ark potential!

Anyway, other than the potential for unearthing old locations and characters for older MH fans, there's potential for new game mechanics, story concepts and side quests by letting other people in the MH universe be taught/discover monstie bonding/riders, rather than keeping it exclusive to one tiny tribe in the middle of no where. You could have villages, towns and cities coexisting with monsties in order to help them in their lives and with their occupations, examples:

Royal ludroth coast guard

Lagiacrus with a fishing company

Mizutsune soap shop

Glavenus sushi bar

Basarios/Gravios helping a mining company

Kulu chicken farm??

Pukei insect exterminator

Great Jaggi (or any dog wyvern ig) school tour guide (and the kids could be on jaggias dude that would be so cute)

Qurupeco for finding endangered species using their calls

Zamtrios/jade barroth/gammoth for travelling in and clearing snow on roads and the like

Diablos/uragaan for bulldozing or agriculture

Generally loads more ideas, any of the flying monsters could be used from things like search and rescue to postal service. I guess anything you can think of that we do with animals you could incorporate into the stories universe with monsties. This includes all the bad stuff too! Like animal pitting, or breeding for rare colours/traits at the expense of health, or weaponising for war n selfish ideals, which I know has already been done in the first Stories but yeah.

Anyway those are my thoughts, I might draw these concepts, might not. Let me know if there are any monster hunter fans that have any thoughts, that'd be cool :)

[nvrcmplt]

the wolf slinks at the edge of territory, vulture a hefty mass beside him. they both walk with trouble, blood in moon bright fur while feathers hide the damage done. thierry asks for no aide, just tucks himself down small at the very edge of old hunter's claim, not a single strand of fur over the territory line. nose he hides under the heavy bush of his tail, ice bright eyes slipping as magic works overtime to heal damage done to the pair.

A mess. That's what it was before his home. A monster that shook even his birds, they weren't making noises personally, but their wings were flapping. Nervous adjustments of talons and want to put distance from that creature out front. Wingates was just finishing up a crude wash, ice water - his generator was out, and he wasn't in the mood to fix it. Still, with wet locks pushed out his face and towel around his shoulders - he stared upon his cameras with a fierce squint. "… Tsk." A turn on his heels, scarred form tucked away under a knitted jumper, thick in its layers to fight the chill of the sunless morn.

Heavy boots clank with metal steps, attention moving from his meal on the stove to the shotgun, loaded, wretched from its resting place by the door to be taken with him. Silver pellets already rested in its chamber, he didn't need to load that thing for a killing blow. Attention though did move to the bird upon his door rattling open. The smell of a thick stew indoors waft outwards - still, he remains still. Staring at them, hands on his weapon, but finger lingered just on the trigger.

Wounded animals were the worst. Wounded monsters? Kill first, question it later.

That was Wingates' motto, he wasn't to go back on it either - but his head was clear for once. His hatred and anger waned with a good day, a hearty stew awaited him - a gift from the village. Though the smell of monster blood was overpowering that outside now. Staring at the mess of a monster, antlers, odd fur patterns, bloody and yet a beautiful creature of this world even though they didn't belong at all in it. Not this day and age.

Jaw was clenching, fighting the desires to just put the beast out of its misery. End it all and live in peace, but that damned bracelet came to mind. It was hanging behind his door, just above it. It was a sturdy piece of gift, he had an idea of using it for a bow string, if it was so impossible to burn, break or cut - to unbraid it and tie it into a different string to strengthen one of his weaponry… The source it was there, wasn't it? This beast - that held the same air about it as that one traveller he spoke politely once to in passing.

Still, standing with his door behind him left open to ajar. He lowers the weapon near completely to step down the muddy path with a glower towards the two creatures. Though he turns off to the left to his food storage to tug aside cover and open the large door. He placed down his shotgun after staring at it for a moment longer to click his tongue as he placed it down to hoist the rib cage of a deer. Skinned but not completely butchered yet. Freshly frozen, not so much blood - as they were drained before being placed inside. The next thing was for it to be tossed at the duo, the thud of meat and bone - would melt in time for them to devour.

Wingates wasn't to do much else, as he moved to hoist his gun again and take off for the front door. A mutter on his lips, cursing himself already for his choice making and how foolish it would be to even think that thing had his sympathy. "Be gone by the morning." The door slams with ease, the locks in their plentiful places sounding off one after the other. Inside, it would be silent. The fire turned off, and the saucepan left on to be forgotten.

Wingates needed to seriously do some rethinking of his stupid choices getting him into fucked situations.

[cormoranthh]

So in “Something Wicked”, Sam and Dean realize that if the only way to kill the shtriga is while it’s feeding, then they need a child to use as bait. And I think John would have come to the same conclusion. It can’t be coincidence that he came back right when Sam was getting attacked, his timing was too perfect. And I think if Dean’s memory of the episode wasn’t so completely saturated with guilt, he would have realized that too.

Like, this was one of the good hunts. They saved everyone, they killed the monster, that kid did the bravest thing in his life being bait for them, and they helped him save his brother. Dean walked away from that hunt feeling like a hero, Sam probably did too. Maybe they went out for beers afterwards, probably didn’t call it a celebration, but it would have been.

But maybe later, when Sam is asleep, Dean lies awake and actually starts thinking about it. About how the shtriga brought back some bad memories, sure, but he killed it, he fixed his mistake. Taking out a monster that has haunted him since his childhood, that shit should’ve been cathartic, except instead he has this nagging feeling that there is something he has missed, somewhere along the way where he has royally screwed up.

Before he saw the claw mark on that kid’s window sill, he hadn’t thought about the shtriga in a long time, but he hadn’t forgotten. It had just been tucked away in the back of his mind, a feeling of guilt that was part of the larger tapestry of his role in this family, his job looking after Sam. But when they started hunting the thing, all these details started coming back. Small things, like the sound of the TV in their motel room, some cartoon Sammy was watching. Cooking SpaghettiOs for dinner and the fight they had when Sam wouldn’t eat them. The smell of dust and popcorn and stale cigarette smoke at the arcade where he went when he snuck out.

The problem is the more he remembers, the more it starts to seem like some things don’t quite add up.

Dean knew the shtriga could only be killed while it was feeding, dad had told him after it attacked Sam. But he also knew it needed to be shot with consecrated wrought iron rounds, and that had come before. He remembered dad telling him while showing him how to load the shotgun with them. The shotgun dad had left behind, the shotgun Dean was supposed to use if anything came for them.

And then there was the timing of the whole thing. He hadn’t thought about it back then, his dad performed miracles every day, of course he would come back just in time to save Sam, and besides the only reason Sam had even been in danger was because Dean had failed, because he had left, and that had eclipsed everything else, but thinking back on it now…

Dad had been gone for days, much longer than he usually left them alone at that age. That was why Dean had been climbing the walls with the cabin fever of it all, and of course that wasn’t an excuse, of course he shouldn’t have left Sammy alone, but dad hadn’t even told them how long he would be gone, only that he was going pretty far this time. And that made sense, the shtriga only hunted within a specific territory and it went after kids, so of course dad would need to leave them somewhere out of the danger zone.

Except if that was the case, if they weren’t in its territory, why had it come after Sam anyway?

As soon as that thought crystallizes in his mind another wave of questions start piling up right on the heels of the first: How had dad known to come back right when he did? Why had he loaded Dean’s shotgun with consecrated iron before he left? Why had he been so insistent about Dean not letting Sam out of his sight, when usually that went without saying?

Even after all these years, Dean still isn't half the hunter his father is, he knows that. The details their dad notices, the out of the box solutions to what look like straight forward problems, that's the reason he has managed to keep all three of them alive for so long.

So Dean lies there, in the dark, turning the case over and over in his head and tries to see what his dad might have seen. Maybe he and Sam had just gotten it wrong. They were under a lot of stress after all, they had to kill it before another kid died or before the shtriga escaped and left the trail cold. But even now that it's over, when he's got all the time in the world to think of alternate solutions, Dean still can't come up with anything except the obvious one: If the shtriga can only be killed while feeding, then the only surefire way to waste it is to use a kid as bait.

Dean turns over in his bed and tries to make out Sam in the dark. He's across the room, just another shadow in a room full of shadows. And then his eyes catch on the white squares of the maps still taped to the walls. All their research is still spread around the room, all the books scattered around the table where Sam's laptop still sits with the red charging light shining like a tiny demonic eye in the darkness.

He doesn't remember the name of the motel dad left them at back then, probably wouldn't even be able to identify it if he saw it on a map, but he realizes with a tightening feeling in his chest that he could. He could go over the maps, where the hospitals where Dr. Hydeker appeared over the years already are marked with neat little x's, the shtriga's hunting territories circled in red pen. It wouldn't be that difficult, looking up the motels in the area around the hospital where the shtriga hunted 17 years ago, checking if any of them seem familiar, maybe see if any of them have an arcade nearby or whether they used to. He could even call them, ask if someone remembers two kids and their father staying there once, a long time ago.

And then he imagines getting someone on the phone who does remember them, or having a familiar name slot into place along with all the other memories that have been rushing back to him, and the thought leaves him cold all over. Because whatever else he and dad have disagreed about over the years, they've always been on the same page about this, about Sam. That the most important thing is keeping him safe, keeping him from getting hurt, keeping even the risk of him getting hurt as low as they possibly can. Sam was five Dean thinks, and then has to fight back the wave of rage that wells up in him - he doesn't know, he doesn't know for sure.

And he can't check. He won't.

It's stupid, he knows that. Ignorance has never kept anyone safe, that much is obvious in their line of work. But he doesn't want to know.

In the quiet of the motel room, he can hear the sound of Sam breathing. He's there and he's alive. That has to be enough. He has to accept that that is good enough.

He knows he won't get any sleep, but he closes his eyes anyway and waits for morning.

(Read on AO3)

[omamervt]

I hate to jinx it, further testing is for sure required, but I think I fixed Monster Hunter Wilds. Or my latest graphics driver did. Or the game got an update I missed or something. I don't know. Whatever the case, when I launched it today, it finally did a FULL shader recompile, which I'd been trying to force it to do ever since the crashing started. I was then able to play for 90 minutes without issues, completed 3 different optional hunts, loaded into all 3 of the areas I have access to at this point, just to see, and I didn't have a single performance tank, AND I never crashed mid-hunt!

I'm gonna keep an eye on it over the next few days but I think I can start streaming it for real now!

[recoverandroiddata]

How To Fix Textures Not Loading In Monster Hunter Wilds

[astrodoggod]

Gonna try to write a fan fiction of Tia from Goddess of victory:NIKKE gets sent to either How to train your dragon, Monster Hunter, or Pokémon. Why would I send Tia to one of those 3 worlds and not like something like The Inheritance Cycle or A Song of Ice and Fire? Because they are fairly complex narrative and I just want to write a quick little fic about Tia.

For the most part she needs to be in a world with dragons because she loves lizards and wishes to see a dragon. I still have no idea if I want to add Naga in as well. She would kinda fit like a grounding force for Tia and a much needed friend for her in a new world.

As for which world she goes to? Kinda leaning towards Pokémon or Monster Hunter because Pokémon has modern society, meaning deserts for Tia and friendly dragons. For actual story? No idea. Like I can have Tia get taked by the gatekeeper and sent to the Pokemon world as like a famous social media star who takes 4k raytraced HD images. Maybe using her rocket launcher to fight some of the legendaries or poachers. It would also help her with her anatomy as a NIKKE seeing as they need repairs, maintenance and upkeep as a brain and a bunch of nerves in a big bitty mech suit.

As for Monster Hunter, heavy gunner. Thats it. Make Tia, and possibly Naga as light gunner, into a holy artillery hunter who not only eats good food made by our good cat bois but also possibly take pictures of the dragons. Like imagine Tia just gushing over a Tigrex. Problem is, less modern stuff like pudding and harder to keep her, and possibly Naga, alive.

How to Train your Dragon is kinda worse as not only is Tia without help to get her body fixed or her gun loaded. But no pudding or cakes or sweets. Meaning just the possibility to ride dragons will fuel her.

Give me any thoughts or advice as I take this idea and possibly make it work.