I am very intrigued by how the "Toa Tool" thing works.

Like, yeah, some are made by Arthaka or other famous universe toolsmiths, but for many matoran-turned-toa, their tools are often related to their professions or straight up are tools they had in hand that are transformed alongside them during the metamorphosis.

Vakama was a mask carver, carving masks from kanoka disks, and his tool turned out to be a launcher that could use the raw materials of his profession as projectiles (well, not a hard thing considering they already are used as projectiles by many, but still...).

Takua's Chronicler staff became Takanuva's Staff of light, a powerful weapon that, coincidentally, could also function as a rather deadly version of a Kohili Stick.

These items also seem to be strongly tied with their own wielder physical being, as the toa Hagah weapons were transformed along their users, but despite this, they can also be left behind for the sake of better equipment (Mahri Kongu) which, although understandable in some cases (Two hands), still feels weird. That's not just a weapon, that's a part of you.

Its such an interesting concept that seems so often discarded in favour of elemental powers and mask, but like... Its YOUR weapon. It is related to a matoran entire being, their life, their experiences and things they enjoy. It's a way to use one's passion in a way that lets them protect others, and often also have additional functions based on what they may need. How cool is that? Think about it.

There could be a toa of ice whose job as a matoran was janitor and their weapon is a mop that can freeze its tendrils and become a morningstar, or generate a frozen layer over what its passed over, painting ice paths in an instant.

There could be a toa of air who had a passion for botany and took care of the MU version of bonsai trees, their precision shears turned into a huge, bulky pair of scissors that can be used as a broadsword that can also manipulate air currents to cut things from distance.

There could be a toa of iron whose main job was welding, and lo and behold, the clunky, cumbersome equipment he struggled to drag around became a big flamethrower that it wears like a backpack, complete with a welding mask integrated on top of their own kanohi as a visor.

There could be a Toa of stone who enjoyed the life of a performer, juggling, somersaulting, doing precision throws and whose tool is now a set of spiky or bladed clubs that can bounce on surfaces and enemies alike and then return to them.

A toa of Psionics whose dream to write stories manifested into a strange staff, originally their writing stylus, able to manifest masterful illusions by writing words inside the enemy minds and trap them in stories through the mere strength of their narration.

Incredible what the Tumblr guidelines are able to accomplish, thank you for keeping us all safe from ontoward imagery and online hustlers, would hate to open up the main suggested page and be faced with any shady looking posts being directly advertised to me. Anyways, off to pixelate the account of someone who responsibly tagged a fic as NSFW one time, those sick fuckers deserve to go

Not tumblr putting AI art on the radar...........

Before reblogging art please check the artist's blog, this one is not even hiding that they are using ai to make their images so it's not hard to tell (they even take commissions for it 💀)

Also, on a related note, a person on Twitter (Daphne's va I think) commissioned someone for $500 and the person just gave them AI art, that's $500 this person is not getting back for a machine-made drawing that stole someone's real art.

Things like this are why normalizing AI art (like tumblr putting it on the radar) is so incredibly dangerous. Always check people's accounts to make sure they are real artists and learn to spot AI. Otherwise you too are at risk of being scammed.

hey anyone else think its a terrible idea to hide peoples urls when reblogging their posts. how am i going to find out who made that post i thoroughly enjoyed if TUMBLR HIDES THEIR NAMES FROM ME

Hiii, I love your art so much and I adore the way you draw Swatch. What's your opinion on swatchton? 👀

i don't usually answer ship opinion asks unless i'm fond of it myself out of respect for the Differently Opinionated but i Realized something the other night that kinda got a ball rolling for me. that "color cafe is also a host club" headcanon was funny, and then i remembered MONTHS late the line about spamton once being a loyal customer of theirs. ...that falls into place a little too well.

i mean the concept of he and swatch being exes is good (so much divorce in this game and we can add even more) but spamton thinking he's so famous now SURELY they like him back even though it's literally their job to flirt with customers so they spend more money? unparalleled 😂 i can see them kind of being friends though, he is a Funny Little Dude, and swatch never thought anything more of his frequent visits because queen, Their Bestie, stops by all the time too and there's nothing more there either. food good, music nice, birds pretty, why Wouldn't you want to come here?

... though i don't think they'd care if they knew he was interested in them in any way. so are literally hundreds of people, get in line <3 the cafe probably has a "no trying to propose to our staff" rule. they're too dedicated to the Butler thing anyway

The instability of social media these days.. Moving from iceberg to iceberg only to have them keep melting under your feet is starting to get tiring

showing SOOOO much restraint by not asking about "well what does somebody do for coping if they are in an inescapable abuse situation?" and also for not getting upset when the dbt teachers say that [REDACTED] inescapable situation is a bad example to use for the DBT skill actually because it's too dark and sends the wrong message. hi um. i am in an inescapable situation currently. i would like some coping skills for that. and also maybe do not fucking leave out the dark stuff just because "oh nobody here would be dealing with that" :))))

found out tumblr's allowing mid journey to train off of the site so I just deleted all of my art and likely wont reposting them unless they are glazed and nightshaded very disappointed that one of the few sites I thought I had left decided to go the same way as deviant art and art station. if your also an astist and wish to continue posting art here make sure to go into your blog setting (the viability section) and check the last option to opt out (because of course it's an opt out and not an opt in /s) and make sure to glaze and nightshade your art!

Thinking about that library post and it reminded me of a conversation I had with my mum where we were discussing our reading (we're both HUGE book people)

So my mum has always been a book collector. Shes where i get it from. And she's not the kind where she buys books but never gets round to reading them, she reads so much. I've seen her get through two+ a day once, she's a machine (she also keeps a notebook listing everything she reads and how many pages each book is) ANYWAY

We were talking about books, and I was telling her about the big stack I got from the library and she was telling me about the books she'd just bought. And she mentioned how she can't utilize a library because she hates having to "give the books back". She buys all her books (secondhand most often but also from shops) and if she thinks it's something someone will like she'll pass it on. Which is lovely, but I said how I now only buy books that I've read and/or really desire for my collection. And how for me, spending any amount of money on a book I'm NOT keeping is a waste of money (unless its a gift obvs!!) Since I could simply get the book from the library, get the enjoyment, then give it back. It now takes up 0 space in my life.

CRYING .

just get more age. develop it like a fine wine. steal it from someone /silly

reminiscing about a life left behind

this is after the reunion at the bar, when Giyuu left Makomo tried to talk to him & figure out why he faked his death (then came back??) and left pretty soon after when he not so subtly brushed off her questions and vaguely apologized for disrupting things. Tengen & Kyojuro got extremely worried about him immediately ordering as many drinks he could at a time and being his usual happy-go-lucky self after Giyuu- the quietest and least confrontational person in the whole office -sent him to the floor in a fit of cold rage. They watched (and joined, though not to the same extent) as he got absolutely wasted, his suddenly saccharine attitude showing off just how much of his personality is just a performance.

Between the revelation that hes a demon slayer- a hashira just like them -and finally noticing the seam in his otherwise perfect mask, the both of them figure he's just as fucked up as they are from their job. Tengen has his own guise of extravagance, Kyojuro always being loud and proud to hide his insecurities- but Sabito was subtle about it. He was happy and playful, but not too much so like Kyojuro was- he also became a master of diverting attention from himself, they didn't know much about his personal life or hobbies- or anything outside of when they hung out or stopped by the little grocery store he worked at. Didn't know his favorite color, what genre of music he liked, what his favorite movie was- didn't know if he's ever had a partner or other friends, nothing about his school life or parents or if he had any siblings- nothing! He was a ghost of a person, like he merely popped into existence when they met him. That's probably not too far off- they didn't meet Sabito that day, they met his empty smile. Without ever realizing there was nothing behind it.

Thoroughly disconcerted by the realization and very worried about Sabito chugging alcohol like he had nothing left to live for while laughing like there was nothing wrong, they kept a close eye on him. When he starts getting quiet they force him to stop drinking and drag him back to his apartment and stay the night crashed on the couch & floor. In the morning Sabito was fucked. Absolute shit time. Had a vague feeling he shouldn't think about anything so he didn't, just fucked around with a worried Tengen & Kyojuro until they left. Continued not thinking about anything, did a bunch of chores and errands so he didn't have to think about Giyuu. Even fixed a neighbor's ac unit with the help of a youtube tutorial. As soon as the sun started setting he donned his slayer uniform and ignored painful sting in his heart at the sight of his old fox mask hanging on the wall, settling his face into the same empty smile as the default slayer mask he uses now. That night he was a beast- merciless and scathing strikes, chasing down terrified demons like he had a score to settle. Completely ignored other slayers he ran into, simply pushing past them dealing the kill and moving on.

This little routine continued for a few days- overworking himself desperately trying to keep out of his head, deflecting and straight up ignoring Tengen & Kyojuro asking about how he's doing, fleeing any of the other hashira or water-fox squad trying to ask about him and what all he's been doing the last several years, pissing off lower-level slayers he steals kills from. He works until he passes out from exhaustion, getting up and doing all it again when he wakes. A few weeks later and it catches up to him despite his attempts at running.

Giyuu hates him.

Rightfully so, he left him to burn like a coward and a fool. And did what with his time? Do nothing but make more mistakes? How many people hes lied to and let down? He's done nothing but run.

He knew it'd happen. As soon as he stopped moving he would never want to start again, as soon as he stopped running, as soon as he tripped- as soon as he hit the ground he'd never want to get up again. Years of grief stress and denial hit him all at once, he doesn't know what to do. Walls too high to see over, too deep to dig under, too thick to simply power through. No one on the other side who really needs him anyway.

Why does he even bother?

He stares at his fox mask. Hand crafted by the man he thought of as a father, who took him in and taught him to defend himself and protect others. Real good job he did of that. All he's done since he started running was hurt hurt hurt. The people he cared about and respected the most- abandoned. Everyone else left in the dust like they were nothing.

What fucking good..

...

He thinks of the better days. When he was a son, helping his mom water the plants so they'd bloom bright and vivid. When he was a brother, helping his little sister reach the top shelf for candy. When he was a student, fueled by his grief and anger with a promise not to let anyone else lose as much as he had. When he was a friend, pulling Giyuu out to see a meteor shower in their favorite clearing. When he was a boyfriend, feeding popcorn to Giyuu laying across his legs watching a movie together. ...He threw that all away and for what? So he wouldn't have to face his failures? How fucking pathetic.

He'd never have any of that again. Burned his bridges, destroyed the foundations, turned the ground to shifting sand. His head thunked against the wall behind him, why did he have to fuck everything up?

Honest to god tumblr is 100% better than twitter at this rate given that twitter has no joke turned into reddit 2.0 with how the 'popular thing bad I'm going to make fun of people who like a piece of media instead of leaving them alone' mindset festered within it

I swear to god if one more person tries to tell me that Legends Arceus is a main series game and not a spinoff,

Out today for something and got to the wrong station, and had to go back to change line and I need a break honestly

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