#titanus-rodanus

[nuclearshxgun]

Of Titans and Pokemon (A saga w/ Titanus-Rodanus)

Mara Village, the first stepping stone of a long road to the top faced by aspiring Pokemon Trainers in these lands. Striding down the main street was the newcomer to town, Gojira Titania, son of the well respected Kiryu Titania. To anyone who’d known his father, Gojira was almost a spitting image, his messy pitch black hair and naturally calm expression with that slight scar just above his right eye easy to distinguish in such a place.

Goji had come here to start his journey which was 19 years in the making by now. He’d been raised dreaming of becoming a Master just like his Father, whilst also experiencing the joys of travelling a foreign country. If only he knew what he’d be in for.

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[lairofmxnsters]

@titanus-rodanus

(Featuring new muse: Madison Russell!)

She was positively jittery with excitement even as she had to clamber her way up Monster Island’s volcanic mountain in the clunky protection outfit, and yet she was making record time up the slope. Ever since she had been introduced to Monster Island, Monarch’s new little joy project, Madison had been all about it, practically living at the island’s Monarch facilities for extended periods of time. Not like she had anywhere else to go, anyway.

She had to thank Serizawa yet again for taking her in when he did, and how open he had been with her regarding Monarch’s operations. But for now, she had an old friend to visit! As soon as she’d reach the mouth of the large cavern, she’d call out;

“HEEEEEEEEEEEY!!! Rodan, are you in there?! It’s me, Madison!”

[world-of-funkin]

Accentuating Acquisitions (Closed)

Includes cameo of my other side-blog; @saraba--tomoyo

“So... allow me to get this straight, Dr. Serizawa. For dozens of years, you and your little scientist club has studied these--?”  “Titans, Mr. Stark.” “Right, Titans. You’ve studied the Titans, their habits, their effects on the ecosystem... yet you have not yet tried to invest in any measure of security around them? ‘Cause y’know, if what you said is true, any one of those beauties would be worth millions on the black market if any sucker got their hands on them.”  “I assure you, Mr Stark. The Titans are more than capable of--” “That what you told your ‘Jonah’ buddy? Thought so. Look, when I do business, I always make sure to inspect my goods thoroughly. It’ll just be a quick visit, in-and-out, just to get to know the guy.”  “Let us hope that Rodan is in a good mood then...”

The conversation kept going even as Anthony “Tony” Stark, and Dr. Ishiro Serizawa exited the Monarch jeep that had driven them out to Rodan’s nest, the volcanic mountain of Monster Island. To be fair, Tony had been very... skeptic about this whole deal. A whole island, full of gigantic beasts that had such overwhelming eco-environmental impact on the Earth that only a few months of their exposure to nature had improved life quality exponentially? He had to see it to believe it.

So that’s why he was here. Him and Serizawa currently climbing up the mountain in their heat-proof outfits, Tony carrying a rather out-of-place, but still normal looking briefcase in one hand. He had been given a ‘Titan Translator’ device, which would help him to ‘understand’ these beasts? Seemed improbable, but then again, he’s invented worse. Stopping about a few dozen feet from the cave entrance, Serizawa would call out;

 “Rodan? Rodan, would you be available for a bit? There is... someone who wishes to see you.”

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[goddess-mothra]

Hey mom, do you have a favorite memory from when I was a chick?

[gojiraandtheolympians]

10,19-Rodorah

10) who usually makes dinner?

It’s actually pretty balanced between all four of them.

19) who clings to the other for comfort when they’re sad or scared?

Rodan and San are the ones that seek out physical comfort when they need it.

[50ftlegend]

closed starter w/ titanus-rodanus

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Clouds filled the sky and blocked the sun over Skull Island. Ruined forestry and debris were littered about parts of the jungle. The night before today, a hurricane recently traveled past the island, picking up and launching what wasn’t deeply-rooted into the land and even knocking over some of the giant trees. On this day, Nancy Archer the 50 ft. woman and Kong, king of the island lifted the final broken log of wood from their cave, dropping it down below into the pile.

“Alright, I think that’s all that was in there.” Nancy clapped and wiped the dust from her hands, looking out to the other areas the storm damaged. Oof... That got pretty nasty last night. I hope the villagers are alright. I suppose they’ve been here for much longer than I have so they probably know how to handle themselves, but still... Nancy thought to herself before noticing a disgusting odor.

“Oh- Eugh, God...Kong, have you been building up body odor again?” The giant gorilla responds with somewhat hurt panting followed by an accusatory grunt. “Hey hey, that happened one time and how was I supposed to know the long-necks were using that pond as a john? If anything, I blame you for letting it happen. But seriously, if it’s not me and it’s not you, then what the hell is that.” Nancy begrudgingly took another whiff to better determine the cause of the stench.

Ah, something died, she thought. Must a casualty of the storm. Damn, that could’ve been free game. It might be nearby. Nancy began to climb down to the jungle with Kong not too far behind and followed the smell further in. As she got closer to the source, the smell got stronger and Kong decided he would rather not go any further. “Sitting this one out? Fair enough. I’ll be back.” Nancy plugged her nose as she pressed on the find the source, spear in hand. 

Finally, she came across a pool of blood at her, almost stepping in it and looked up to see half of a vastosaurus corpse rotting and full of flies. It’d been there for a good while now, it looked like. Jesus, that’s ripe! It looks like it was...snipped in half.  Not a clean cut, but a cut nonetheless? As she examined the carcas half, she noticed another body not too far from it. Another one? She approached the next body and saw three other dinosaur remains trailing out into the fields and started to wonder if following a trail of bodies was such a good idea. Then again, is it ever?

Nancy walked out of the trees and out into the clearing to be met with the sight of dead and dismembered animals of skull island and splotches of burnt land and trees. Nancy closed her eyes and sighed, scratching the back of her head. 

...Aw hell. Another “visitor.” That’s just what we fucking need right now.

[thekingofmcnsters]

“Things are fine, my molten friend.”

     The first thing to grace the Kings features was a smile when he saw Rodan, those lips turning upwards, and his head tilting downwards slightly. He’d straighten back up afterwards though, his gaze sharp as he looked around for any sign of Rodans child... It didn’t seem like Estrello had wanted to follow after their parent this time around, a thought that amused Goji as he gave a slight huff.

“Where is Estrello? I thought they would’ve desired to see their uncle again.” As he said that would he give Rodan a playful smirk- a joking jab from the King of Titans, one he didn’t mean to be taken so seriously. “I merely wished to check up on you two, to see how things fared. After all, is it not the duty of a King to see to his subjects sometimes?”

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[lairofmxnsters]

Rebooting

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Everything was just black for Gigan, ever since he was given the sedatives for this surgery he had agreed to... was it going to be worth it? Was Rodan going to like his new appearance, that he most likely was going to have to accept regardless? Was Megalon going to approve of it, even more importantly. Regardless, Gigan was just laying in the void, seemingly, just waiting for himself to be rebooted. So many good things had happened to him recently... he had gotten a new father-figure. His best friend accepted his love and wanted to be his mate. And now he was going to be rid of something that had plagued him.

Life couldn’t be better. But that did not make this empty blackness any less horrid and gut-wrenching for him. It was as if he feared he wasn’t going to wake up. But then, finally--

SYSTEMS REBOOTING. . . RECALIBRATING. . .

24%. . . 47%. . . 69%. . . 83%. . . 100% COMPLETE. . .

His visor flared up red, and all these new statistics and scans showed up all over it, as he grumbled and rubbed his head with... what felt like a sleeker, sharper version of his arm-blade. It felt like he had a headache from all the new systems firing up. “Uuugh... m’frickin’ head...” he mutters as he wakes up.