ich...ni...KEVIN?

indie godzilla multi muse / gijinka verse created / self indulging blog / written by nugget

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Godzilla eating godzilla size spicy tacos. 

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short starter call?

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lol. i come back. but not really. 

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San has no concept of relationship. 

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possible rodan fc... ?

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mmmmmm chef kiss. 

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MMM STARTER CALL EITHER GODZILLA OR KEVIN

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mmm starter call?

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savior-of-humanity‌:

Was that-…? No. It couldn’t be.

Considering the gargantuan size difference between the two, the ancient Titan had to sprawl out onto his stomach just to be eye-level with the strange little human before him - a strange little human that happen to reek of that stench of the heavens and stars. A scent that belonged to only one particular creature - but Ghidorah was dead. He had been slain by his own teeth and claws.

Whether this little creature was related to Ghidorah in some way or not, Gojira was somewhat bemused by how.. nonchalant they were about his presence.

“You have his scent upon you, little one. Ghidorah. What are you doing out here, by your lonesome?”

Dead. Not dead. Recovering. Immortal. Hungry. 

Distracted easily by the apple in his hands, food is more plentiful as a human then as a giant monster, adaption, Adapt, adapt. Less attack. San the youngest of the heads was not stupid, its just that he hasn’t bothered to learn how to properly word yet. And easily curious about new things. 

Bite, bite. 

Hungry. 

San bites again and again until the apple, down to its core is down his throat, the vestige of plasma briefly lighting up his skin. 

He licks his own lips after the apple. 

 Searching. Searching. Maybe new egg. 

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titanus-rodanus liked your post “starter call ?”

You burning idiot. 

Why are you still tall. 

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@savior-of-humanity​

Tall. 

Hungry. 

San attention goes back to the apple in his hands. 

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goddess-mothra‌:

Her wings flickered in a smile. {{You’re most welcome, my beloved Sea.}}

Mothra watched while Godzilla ate. She rested her head down on the ground, and folded her wings back, rousing a gust.

{{Human mouths are indeed smaller in proportion to your mouth before, but they have longer arms. They’re also rather nimble. While you’re in this form, why not experiment with what you can do?}}

 Must find way to return. 

What if someone gets ideas. 

Of rising top, of destroying everything? 

the gust of wind had made him sleepy, his small body making him feel the winds, drowzy?

sleep....

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madisonxrussell‌:

His question immediately conjured up an idea. 

“You do look very tired, San.” She offered a pleasant grin. “What if I told you that I happen to have a shelter with the softest nest? And lots of food? And where you can see lots and lots of new stuff you couldn’t before?” 

The psychic inwardly hoped she pegged him right. More and more, San appeared like an overgrown child. A very old, overgrown child. She really hoped that even Titan kids enjoyed seeing a cool secret base.

...

K. 

He stands up, his legs all wobbly due to lack...of actually using his legs for most movements when he was a giant serpant hell bent on destroying everything in this world because his origins were alien to begin with. 

Whew. 

 Hungry. Sleepy. Where?

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goddess-mothra‌:

Mothra chittered. {{Such a small task doesn’t require my wings, dear.}} She raised one of her forelimbs, and gave the tree a gentle knock. A rain of fruits fell the the ground, bouncing across the grass.

{{Enjoy your meal.}}

...

thank you. 

Love. 

a love of symbiosis, one that has span ages ever since the first godzilla had been created by nucleor fission [ or rather the sad tale of the first godzilla seen] 

Its not like he needs actual fruit, but its a good meal. there are fruit juices on his mouth left after he finished his meal. 

Human mouth, small. Hard. 

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madisonxrussell‌:

“Mmmmm.” She bit her lip, trying to hold it in at first, before deciding San’s health was worth it. God help them all if he got the flu. “No. The human body needs more than these things for a shelter. And I can probably get you one. And, uh…” 

She coughed. “This is going to sound weird, but we actually didn’t name ants for their size? In, uh, this language at least, ant is just a short version of a name meaning ‘the biter.’ They’re called ants because of how strong their mandibles are. And ants are just pretty strong for their size. They can carry fifty times their body weight…” 

perfect name for humans as well. well application. 

Oh look he’s rolling around in the dirt like some kid, its a good thing he still got that good ol dragon genetics going on his body or he be sick as hell right now.  

Leaves, soft. Sleepy...

Its not like he was that tall so dragging him to a car would be advice, or maybe entice his curios nature?

  Hungry, sleepy. Nap? 

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madisonxrussell‌:

“Please do not call us ants,” she quietly requested. Besides, it was very inaccurate. Surely some of Ghidorah’s memories of Boston proved that? 

Madison grasped the shiny rock and held it up to the sunlight. It glittered prettily there, complimenting the snow that lay everywhere. At least San had a good eye. 

“Thank you. San, do you have a place to stay?” 

Dust and dust, comes ghidorah. He is eternal, so long as world is in need of destruction. a natural force that will always come back. 

But San is too stupid to explain that properly. 

 You call ants, ants. because their small. What else, should call humans?

so small. So fleeting. 

sad, a bit. 

More shiny rocks were gathered, you can start a small shiny rock store with this amount. 

ground is enough. Soft leaves are enough, small enough to not care anymore. 

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goddess-mothra‌:

{{I don’t require food.}} Mothra chirped. {{There are many creatures that live upon this planet, but many eras have come and passed since my last awakening. My ancient humans no longer accompany me on Infant Island. They had moved on many years ago to be with the rest of their kin.}}

{{If you’re hungry, you can hunt in the ocean and the land, or gather fruits from the trees. You have many options. You need only look.}}

tired.

fine. 

Like a grumpy teen he makes his way to a nearby tree, looking upwards to the fruits that hang high above. Knowing his current height wouldn’t be of much use, he tries to look for a heavy enough object to ... 

 Flap wings. 

Fruit fall. 

Can?