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@kaibutsunoo
KAIBUTSUNOO / 𝙺𝚊𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘ō / KING OF MONSTERS is an INDIE-RAN GODZILLA interpretation penned by BINARY (21+, he/him). A study in DESTRUCTION, NATURE, and KINGSHIP. The following portrayal combines many facets of Godzilla’s history while also doing something new to allow for more creative freedom.
Mutuals only | No Minors | ABOUT | Personals will be shot on sight.
Really sorry about the lack of activity on this blog. This was meant to be a respite from Doctor Who contents, but my respite from Doctor Who actually lead to less writing on my end than I was satisfied with, and after developing a new verse for my main hyper fixation, I guess my writing just stopped. Or at least it significantly dropped. So I've been a little scatterbrained. Might start work on anew blog, but wanted to post something tentative here.
Really sorry about the lack of activity on this blog. This was meant to be a respite from Doctor Who contents, but my respite from Doctor Who actually lead to less writing on my end than I was satisfied with, and after developing a new verse for my main hyper fixation, I guess my writing just stopped. Or at least it significantly dropped. So I've been a little scatterbrained. Might start work on anew blog, but wanted to post something tentative here.
Hi? Are you scared of the hospitals? Do you find asking questions hard? Are you scared of your Doctor? Well. I'll beat up your Doctor. I will beat them up. For you. For free! And you don't even have to pay me. We can even go to McDonald's afterwards! Twenty five cent ice cream cone.
I like the new IM look, but I wonder if it'll be any better about notifying muns of responses from mutuals?
Silly rant under the cut.
I hate having RP ADHD, bro. Like ofc I have ADHD Irl and I'm Acousting as all hell but that's aside the general point. I made this blog to take a break from Doctor Who, only to find that this blog, while extremely fun, is also EXTREMELY LIMITING. I've only got a few things I can write, and I think that I realized that SUPER EASILY. Especially since, through this blog, I've become mutual with people I wasn't mutual with before, which reignited new plot ideas. So now, all of a sudden, despite being absent... the musing for my doctor who blog is BACK. Which means that it seems like all I wanted to do was new stuff.
I don't know if I want to go back to my Doctor Who blog. I will 100% remake it if I do, but I just don't know if I want to give it another shot. I've added a lot more incarnations/verses for interaction, and there are a few mutuals and muses on my dash that I would LOVE to throw The Doctor at, but the problem is that I'm simply just afraid that I'll put a ton of work into them all over again and yield the same result. It's very hard to be a roleplayer without any icons, mostly because people really like visuals. Not to be pointed or come off as hostile, but some people in the RPC are JUST here for the shipping and the smut, and honestly?? That kind of bugs me.
I've seen people who I've been mutuals with before, people who have drip fed me content over the span of months—give some of my other mutuals MORE ACTIVITY in a day than they've given me in months, simply because that mutual has a pretty face claim to thirst over. No disrespect to my mutuals either, I love my friends and I love everyone who I roleplay with— but the people who are only here for shipping kinda gross me out, because it creates this idea in the RPC that you're never going to be able to get those meaningful connections because you're not visual only. It creates anxiety in me, too.
What if I spend all that time and energy remaking a blog only to yield the same results? I hear you ask "Why not just make icons?" And my immediate response is that "I can't." Because the designs I have made for my character are so unique to my idea of them, having to pick out a face claim that's only slightly off would be just enough for me to feel a disassociation with my own character. It would be fake, and I would hate using them because they're not the face I designed, and commissioned. In that same vein, If I don't use icons— I feel alienated. I can't participate in meaningful dash commentary or any sort of "crack" threads, because without an icon— it just seems like "a serious response" to a lighthearted post.
It's also a mix of not being sure that I want to go through the trouble of trying to form connections with people who won't give me the effort in return. Roleplaying is a two-way street, and sometimes I like to pour a lot of energy into a connection or a thread that I enjoy. Sometimes, I meet mutuals who only give me the time of day once and then lead me on for weeks on end because they don't have the backbone to tell me they aren't interested anymore. This seems really hostile, but picture yourself in my shoes for a moment. You're plotting out a ship in dm's and the other partner gets really excited, so you make a discord server to start talking it out... and then that partner goes MIA, pretty much ghosting you— despite their glaringly obvious activity on Dash. You start to ask questions, and they give you half-hearted excuses and an endless stream of apologies with promises to do better, only to repeat the same behavior. That's kind of what I'm worried about, and I know the way I phrase it makes me sound kind of icky, but I'm a guy who can be satisfied with as little as one-liner crack banter and headcanon conversations. So when I'm given radio silence despite you exclaiming interest in my muses and plots, it creates this whiplash of emotions that make me feel inadequate and someone you keep on a back burner for content.
I think it's a matter of curating my circles easier, but it's also just general content anxiety. Do I want to revive my OC blog? Yes, extremely. Am I worried that the same issues that caused me to get frustrated and burnt out would repeat themselves? Yes, extremely.
This is all really just lighthearted. I'm not really nettled about the things I've dumped about on here. I just have lingering thoughts that I need to scream out into the void.
@mortau
There is something coming. Something unfamiliar and foreign. It causes him to awaken from his slumber, to shift from underneath the earth. He was beneath a mountain, enraptured in the chill of the stone while the inner heat of his irradiated core kept him in a hibernated state. The rumble of the ground nearby and the sting in the back of his mind. He was being alerted to something. So the massive reptile began to shift beneath the rock, before clawing his way through it.
At the peak of the mountain, crack after crack began to shatter along the surface of the stone. The weight of the mountain peak shattered like a brittle stone as a mass began to rise from the highest point, dirt and debris rolling from the top as the mass rolled his head back before angling his eyes downward.
An invader. That much was able to be inferred as soon as his eyes sprang open. His fists clench tightly as his tail rises up from the top of the mountain and smashes into the unbroken ground behind him. He could feel that irradiated heat boiling his blood, eyes illuminating with white energy as he let out a mighty roar to alert any larger invaders toward his presence.
Humanity may be the major population when it came to planet Earth, but she had protectors. She had warriors... Monsters even, to defend her. As this giant reptilian mass began climbing down the mountain, each step rocking the ground beneath him... things became clearer and clearer about him as his chest and back spines pulsated with a radiated glow. Earth had monsters.
And this was their King.
Godzilla.
"this is your new life now! i mean . . . if you know how to kill?"
"Oh! I know how to kill em 💯!
@kaibutsunoo replied to your post “@kaibutsunoo replied to your post “@shackld...”:
"He is your familiar, not your child."
"at least i'm not the personification of what makes our mother sick."
The way his eye twitches in response is alarming. The way they speak to each other has always been something filled with contempt and rage. The blood son and the adopted son. There was never going to be kinship, especially since The King himself plays a larger role in the natural order of things... and Python... well... he's just there. "Which Mother... are you talking about?"
"Mine...?"
His eyes narrow.
"Or your dead one?"
@kaibutsunoo replied to your post “@kaibutsunoo replied to your post “@shackld...”:
"He is your familiar, not your child."
"at least i'm not the personification of what makes our mother sick."
The way his eye twitches in response is alarming. The way they speak to each other has always been something filled with contempt and rage. The blood son and the adopted son. There was never going to be kinship, especially since The King himself plays a larger role in the natural order of things... and Python... well... he's just there. "Which Mother... are you talking about?"
"Mine...?"
His eyes narrow.
"Or your dead one?"
Godzilla's most beautiful feature is his ear canal.
Ah yes. His.... ear... canal.
Vee, having fun with her new male wife: Me, unleashing a novel in her askbox:
vee is back on her bullshit with new ocs! meet my new exhausted creation who just wants to get a bit of rest but the demons outside his apartment won't stop throwing rocks at his windows. does this seem like something that might interest you? ♥ or ↺ this & i'll check your blog out. be sure to read the rules before following.
Okay! My work week has officially ended! Please like this STARTER CALL for a little GOJIRA action! Muns I have already written starters for be lower in priority due to how I'm trying to build and foster new connections! Keep in mind that if you are not his wife, mom, or son- Godzilla will mostly be hostile. Multis!!! Specify!!! Whilst this starter call bakes, I'll work on plotted starters.
Three.
Three was the sacred number for their kind, for good fortune tended to come in threes. Three siblings, three minds, the third planet from the sun, three thousand years.
Three thousand years since they had been imprisoned, deep within the ice of the frozen continent those of this world called Antarctica.
Three thousand years was a long time to spend alone with your own thoughts, even for a creature that had spent eons among the stars. At least in the vast sea that was the void between stellar bodies, there were sights to witness, worlds to explore, even if many of them were barren and lifeless. But to be trapped in ice, having the energy eternally sapped from your bones, the minds of both yourself and your siblings being dulled, ever floating between sleep and awareness?
It was torture.
So when the chill subsided, when the rock-hard frost that held them in place weakened and faltered, Ghidorah did not hesitate in bursting free from their prison. From the throat of each sibling rang a shrill and piercing cry of triumph, wings spread up and towards the darkened heavens - sending ice and snow flying in great plumes of white. But of course, their emergence would not go unnoticed.
Zokoviit, the leftmost head, was the first to notice it - which was not surprising, as they tended to be the attentive of the trio. An ominous azure glow coming from beneath the ice - growing brighter, stronger by the second. There was only one creature they knew of that held such a light. Yudiinok, the rightmost head, snarled at the mere thought of the one that had sealed them away so long ago, who seemed to be returning to banish them once again - the so-called King. Kaimaunahi.
But as the source made itself known, a great dark body heaving through the ice shelf and pulling itself unto solid ground, all three heads paused at what they witnessed.
This beast was not a bulking creature of hardened scale and scarred hide, but something entirely different. For it bore the same appearance of the pale-skinned intelligent mammals that acted as the native sapient race of this world - complete with garb typically worn by humans. And yet, even still, it had similarities to Ghidorah's old foe. Scales, mostly scattered but gathered around certain places such as the eyes or forearms. Talons. A great, sweeping tail. And, most distinctly, the dorsal plates that ran along the length of the giant-human-thing's spine.
Zokoviit scented the air with his tongue, curious of this being despite the obvious aggression directed towards them. Yudiinok simply kept his teeth bared and lips curled, neck poised like a serpent ready to strike. But Nahkiin, the central head (both in position and authority), remained calm. Greatly confused, and still tense at the other beast's threat, but calm.
"Could others not say the same of you, pale-skin?" The central brother rumbled. The wings of Ghidorah remained outstretched - both as an intimidation display, and to stretch muscles that had not moved for over thirty centuries. "Is it not natural for beasts of all strokes to claim territory for themselves, even at the behest of others? It is simply the rule of nature; if you call this icy wasteland home, then we assure you that we have no intention of staking our claim here."
A brief pause; a slight tilt of Nahkiin's head, eyes narrowing, before Zokoviit would speak his thoughts. "We assumed you to be someone else; someone we fought before. But you're obviously different - why do you look like the little apes that inhabit this world?"
@kaibutsunoo
Heads snapping at him in unison caused his eyes to glow a brighter white then before. Yes... these two had fought before. They were old rivals. "King" Ghidorah was the collected name for the entity, with each head having some little facet of itself integrated into the central brain. It is nothing he cares about. He has one head, and that's good enough for him. It is passive aggressive, the way THE INVADER acknowledges him and his presence. Fists clench tightly enough to cause a soft rumbling in the air.
Silently, he took another large step that cracks the ice beneath him. There is a sudden warmth that fills his lungs at the condescending nature of the central head. It remarks about what is unseen. Perhaps their incompataiblities did not allow the unseen visage to be present. Their directed questions caused irritation to flourish beneath the mind as he clenched a tight fist and took a deep inhale again... this time, a light pulsated underneath his chest. He did not care for the pointed remarks.
A suden burst of powerful atomic light burst from between his jaw. The atomic energy spirals, flickering with an occassional purple as the central entities' thoughts would have to deal with the sudden ignition of Godzilla's atomic breath, which strikes at the chest as The True King makes his way forward. Using the Atomic Breath as both as an offensive sting to initiate hostilities, but also as a way of closing the gap between the two. There can only be one. The Invader does not belong here.
Once he is closer, the king attempts to make a grab with both hands to secure the secondary heads, before attepting to butt heads with the central head. He attempts to plant his foot against the other as well, despite the fact they are standing, simply to stop Ghidorah from trying to get closer and overwhelm him with his size and numbers advantage.
"This is not a territory for you to claim."
Early morning rule tweak under the cut—
It's nothing weird or serious it's just kind of like. I know I use a lot of Gijinka imagery on my blog but—
It's an aesthetic choice, and it's totally optional! Mostly just so I don't have to describe a design, ya know? Not unless we've got something specific we wanna plot about it. I just ask you not to make it a primary focus. At the end of the day he still has enough reptilian features to be considered a lizard. Mama didn't pop no ape out.
