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[calicolen]

Sja Anat: At Kholinar, straight up "corrupting it." And by "it," aha, well. Let's just say. My sprenis

[whumpologyy]

Unmade - Chapter 23

Tightrope

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Content: female whumpee, captivity whump, explicit nsfwhump/rape whump, sadistic whumper, weird references to god/religion, physical abuse, blood

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Vienna dreamed she was in the circus.

It wasn't the fun kind. Very few of her dreams could be classified as "fun" these days. No, this was something dark and sinister and wrong.

The spotlight was bright. Blinding. Everything else was pitch dark, so she couldn't see the audience — but she could definitely hear them. Jeers and laughter and drunken yells reverberating around her skull as she tried to perform the way they wanted, dance just so, walk the tightrope without tilting too far one way or the other. Every step felt like it could be her last. And then — and then — one voice swelled louder than the others, too familiar, and she lost her balance. Stumbled. Fell, the ground plummeting closer and closer until she —

Vienna burst awake with a violent jerk and gasp, half-expecting all her bones to be crushed. But no. She was still here. She was in bed, the same sheets and blanket as the last few months. The lights were dim. The only sound in the room was the quiet hum of the mini fridge in the kitchenette. And she was thankfully, blessedly alone.

She sat herself up, forcing herself to try and steady her breathing. Yes. Still here. It was getting less and less disorienting to wake up in this windowless room, and she hated that. There were a lot of things she was becoming familiar with now that she hated.

Alec's voice. In her dream, in her subconscious, and she'd recognized it immediately. She didn't want him there. Didn't want him that close. But what choice did she have? Knowing him, reading him, interpreting him….. it was keeping her alive.

Like knowing the fact that were different versions of him. None of them were exactly better or worse than the others, not really. Just….different.

There were his moods. Happy Alec, excited Alec, angry Alec, bitter Alec. He didn't show much beyond that. Any crack in him closed almost instantly, like even he couldn’t stand to feel it. It was just as quickly replaced with resentment or rage, as if Vienna had somehow tricked him into showing vulnerability. Long gone were the days of him getting weepy while drunk. He was….happier now. More self-assured. More fulfilled.

Then there was his…. preferences. They sometimes lined up with his moods, but not always. While the overarching theme, always, was that Vienna belonged to him, his use for her varied. Many days she was a sex doll, pure and simple. Other times a stress toy. Or a release valve. Or a punching bag. Or a flesh and blood source of validation, especially the more she learned to sidestep his moods.

What remained a mystery was his public face. How he somehow managed to go upstairs into the world and move through it as if he were the same as everyone else. She knew by now that he worked in house repairs and renovations, and the idea that he was in strangers' homes each day baffled and horrified her in equal measure. The idea of Alec standing in someone’s kitchen, making polite conversation, fixing a cabinet hinge — while his mind replayed the same memories hers did —

The sound of her screaming, echoing off concrete. Her body straining against restraints. The buzz of the toy between her —

She had to bury her head into her hands and scream to get it out of her head. Meanwhile, he would probably smile recalling it.

It seemed impossible that it had been over three months. It felt like she'd lived a thousand different lives in that time, constantly assessing and adjusting and adapting around him. Living through things she couldn't have dreamt up in her wildest nightmares.

She'd kept careful track of the date. She knew what was coming. And maybe…. maybe. Maybe it felt like a lot to him too. Maybe she'd performed well enough. Maybe his appetite was finally sated. Maybe.

Alec came in like clockwork the next evening. Door banging open not long after 8 o'clock, shirt already lifted half over his head, pants undone, hands dragging her to the mattress.

"Finally the weekend." His breath was hot against her neck, his hands already tugging her shirt up. "I've been starving for this."

Despite the sick deja vu, something in Vienna still recoiled, still stubbornly screamed to her how wrong this was. Her hands shot out to put any modicum of distance between them, to cover herself, but all it earned her was her wrists being swiftly restrained above her head.

"You're not fucking stopping me," he said in a low voice. "You don't get to hide this from me."

And it began.

The world quickly became a blur of sensation; mouth, fingers, worse, until her body didn't feel like it belonged to her at all. Alec shifted her body like a doll, propping her on her side, folding her knees up, stretching her out. Every new position made her stomach turn with humiliation, made fresh tears spring hot and sharp. He laughed with every squirm, every choked plea.

Eventually, the edges of her vision started to fade, and Vienna tried to give into it — yes, please, let me leave, let me black out, please — and then he moaned. The sound was torn deep from in his throat, guttural and rasping, and it ripped her back to reality more harshly than his hands ever could. Because it wasn't calculated, wasn't designed to disturb or humiliate. It was just pure desire, raw and unrefined, even as she shook with fear — maybe because of her fear.

Every nerve in her body screamed in alarm, not just because of what he was doing, but the knowledge of how much he loved it. He truly, genuinely just… wanted her. Or her body, at least. Vienna felt a wave of nausea so strong that for horrifying moment she thought she might actually vomit. She forced it down and tried to let her mind float again.

But the moment had passed. And now she was stuck here.

It was a while later when he finally finished for good. Vienna didn't bother to check how long. Every second was one she could never take back.

As soon as Alec shifted away from her, Vienna curled on her side, trying to catch her breath. Her arms hugged her body and she whispered nonsense to herself — you’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay — but the words felt hollow, foreign. Her body trembled with aftershocks of panic, every muscle aching from holding tension too long. She barely caught Alec's words as he walked out the door — shower before I get back — but gave an automatic, jerky nod and a whimpered, "Okay." Verbal responses, she had learned, were important to him.

And she obeyed. It was sick, but part of her was grateful that he cared so much about her being clean. At least she got to scrub him off of her skin as often as she wanted. Not that it seemed to ever really get her clean. She didn't know if anything ever would.

The vagueness of "before I get back" gave her a little hope that he'd be awhile, but it was barely thirty minutes before the beep of the door unlocking sounded through the room again. His trip upstairs had been to smoke a nighttime joint — she could tell from the sickly sweet scent that clung to him, the overly affectionate way he'd nuzzled into her hair and neck like she was something he owned, how he rolled over and fell asleep without too much tossing and turning.

He was sleeping better these days. Lying in bed next to her, snoring, face slack and practically serene.

You did that. You made him that happy.

She turned the other way and fell into uneasy sleep, trying to imagine she was anywhere else.

By the time Monday rolled around, Vienna's mind felt fractured. Her body ached and throbbed all over. As usual, Alec had made the most of his weekend. As usual, Vienna spent most of Monday trying to recover.

The biggest concern was how much her backside still stung, a consequence of this week's "challenge." The challenge had been to withstand at least twenty blows with the wooden paddle without jerking away. She'd failed, and that meant no new book this week. The sting of disappointment, of the small piece of hope snatched away, somehow hurt more than the bruises that covered the back of her hips and thighs. He hadn't stopped after twenty, of course. He'd kept going until she felt numb, until sitting anywhere besides twisted on her side on the bed was completely out of the question.

The rest was more familiar, things she was becoming accustomed to managing. The soreness around her wrists and ankles, the small but sharp ever-present pain between her thighs. Vienna tried to soothe the pain the best she could, rehydrate and feed herself, rearrange the space and clean the sheets so it felt even slightly like hers again.

She knew that something had happened this morning before he left for work — the ache in her jaw and the cracked corners of her lips said as much — but couldn't quite remember it in full. Nearly all she remembered, in fact, was walking among flowers that soared tall as redwood trees. Another lucky instance in which she was able to leave her body. Vienna sent her brain a quiet thank you before she closed her eyes to run the faces of her loved ones through her mind again. A moment of stolen peace.

Then there were nights like tonight. When Alec wasn't touching her, wasn't tormenting her, was just…. there.

It wasn't companionship. Wasn't friendliness. In some small way, she had at first hoped it was loneliness — a vulnerability, a string she could tug on and manipulate if she had to. But that wasn't it either. If she had to guess, Vienna would have said it was more like validation. Living amongst the spoils of his victory, the proof that here, he was all powerful.

Vienna sat on the bed, watching Alec carefully out of the corner of her eye as he sat at the table and ate. He had taken to spending time in the evening in the basement with Vienna even when he wasn't abusing her, eating dinner or watching TV. Vienna hated every second of his presence — but at the same time, she dreaded the moments he left, when silence pressed in like a coffin and she felt so crushingly alone she thought she might go mad.

Tonight, she had something on her mind. Something she had been holding onto like a fragile ember of hope for days. As the show on TV flickered into a commercial break, she swallowed hard and forced herself to speak.

"Do....do you know what tomorrow is?"

Alec glanced carelessly at her, still chewing. "Tomorrow? I have no idea."

"It's my first day of classes. For my junior year."

Alec raised his eyebrows, a smile slowly uncurling on his face.

"Oh, is that so?"

Vienna’s throat tightened. Her voice sounded too small, even to her own ears. “Yeah. And… I really think I should be there. This is the year we really get ready for post-grad. I need to start my student teaching. And — and you’ve had all summer with me. You’ve done everything you wanted to do. I need to go to school.”

Even as she said it, the words sounded pitiful, like a child bargaining for an impossible wish. She dared to look over at Alec, who looked torn between amusement and annoyance.

He turned toward her fully now, wry bemusement glinting in his eyes. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

"I-if I go back to school after this, I can catch up —"

"Jesus Christ." Alec barked a sharp laugh that made her flinch. "Shut up."

Vienna immediately stopped talking and pressed her lips together, her heart sinking.

"Go back to school?" Alec shook his head, grinning as though she had told the funniest joke. "What the hell gave you the idea you're ever leaving here, little girl?"

Alec looked at her expectantly, but she knew better than to reply.

"I don't know how to make it clearer to you, get it through your puny little brain — you're never getting out of here. Never. This is your life now. You wanna go back to school and learn some more? Huh? All you need to know now, slut, is how to please me. And I have to say," he smirked, "you've gotten pretty good at that."

Vienna glared at the floor, her pulse racing with shame and fury. She could already feel his words taking root in her head despite herself. Keep your balance.

"As for 'you've done everything you wanted' — oh, baby, not even close." He leaned back in his chair, stretching like he had all the time in the world. "We still have plenty more to do together. And besides...at the end of the day, what I want, is to have you here forever. To keep you, do whatever I want to you."

His voice dropped, coaxing, commanding "Now look at me. Look at me."

Vienna had been staring resolutely at the floor and forced her gaze upwards, cursing herself for bringing this up in the first place. Useless. Pointless. Stupid. Just another avenue for him to gloat.

"Good. Listen. I am never letting you go. There is no ‘after this.’ You're never going back to college, not seeing your little friends, you're never seeing mommy and daddy again — this is it. No one's coming to save you. You understand?"

“No — you’re wrong.” The words slipped out before she could stop them, sharp and desperate, like a candle flickering back to life after a breeze.

The air between them shifted instantly. A darkness passed over Alec’s face, and he raised his eyebrows with no trace of amusement in his features now.

“I’m wrong? Tell me, bitch, what exactly am I wrong about?”

“I - I - I don’t know,” Vienna stammered. The room suddenly felt smaller, hotter. “I didn’t mean it. I just — never mind.”

“No, I heard you loud and clear,” Alec said coldly, standing up from the table. “You said I’m wrong about you getting out of here. You think someone is going to save you from this. That’s what you meant, right?”

He walked over to the bed so he was towering over her. Vienna backed away from him until she hit the wall, shaking her head nervously.

“Or maybe you meant you’re going to try to escape.”

“N-no, I didn’t — I’m s-sorry —“

Her plea broke into a scream as Alec seized her ankles and yanked her forward. Her body hit the edge of the mattress, her legs dangling helplessly. He bent over her, his face inches from hers.

“Listen to me, bitch. You are here to stay. Not for a couple months, not for a couple years — forever. And when I’m done with you, when I’ve used you all up, you’re still not leaving. Not alive, anyway.”

He grabbed her chin roughly, looking right at her as her eyes filled with tears. “So let me say this one more time, so you really understand: this is your life now. This house — this basement, this room — is your world, and I am your god.”

The words struck her like blows, and something inside her buckled.

He glared at her threateningly for another moment, and then said, “Maybe I need to fuck that into you, so you really remember.”

“No no no,” Vienna gasped, shaking her head. “No, please, I’m sorry, I know!”

“Know what? Say it.”

“I - I’m not going to escape! I promise!”

Panic rose in her as Alec pulled her shorts down, but she didn’t dare fight him.

“And what else?”

“I —“ Her brain felt scrambled with fear as he worked on his own clothes, the dreaded sound of him unzipping his pants.

“And no one is coming! Please, please — WAIT!”

Alec had penetrated her without hesitation, without any preparation. It hurt, burned even more than usual as he forced himself inside her clenched walls.

“OW — ow, please —"

“You forgot something, bitch,” Alec grunted, pinning her hips to the bed as he began to thrust. Vienna was writhing, howling in pain, and he grabbed her face again to force her to focus on him.

“I am your god. Let me hear you say it.”

But she could barely breathe, and his words were so vile Vienna didn’t think she would say them even if she could. Alec saw the defiance mingling with the pain in her expression, and he snarled and began to move even more violently, hips slapping against her in a brutal rhythm. She was screaming now, her hands clutching at his shirt in a combination of wanting to fight him and desperately needing something to hold onto.

“I - am - your - god,” Alec grunted, punctuating each word with a savage thrust. It felt like he was punching the air out of her, ripping her in two. “Look at that — you're bleeding, slut. I’m making you bleed. How long do you think you can keep it up? Fucking say it!”

He changed his method then, pressing himself so deeply inside her that her vision swam from the pain. Vienna's resolve crumbled.

“You’re - you’re my god!” She said breathlessly. “Please, stop, you’re hurting me —“

“Louder!”

“You’re my god!” Vienna wailed.

“That’s fucking right, I am,” Alec growled, and after a few more hellish seconds he began to slowly withdraw. “And what do you do for gods, Vienna, hm?”

“I - I don’t know!” Vienna sobbed. All that seemed to exist was the agony coursing between their bodies, the degradation that cut so deep she wasn't even sure she was human anymore.

“Hm.” Alec forced himself so deeply inside her again that she screamed anew. He dug his fingernails into her hips as he restarted his brutal pace. “You fucking pray to them. Pray that I stop, bitch.”

“Please!” Vienna cried immediately, desperation fair outpacing her pride. “Please stop, please! I’M SORRY!”

“Oh, you repenting, too?” Alec laughed and panted as his hips slammed against Vienna’s. “Good girl. Which god are you praying to?”

“You!” Vienna sobbed. “I’m begging YOU! Please — I — h-have mercy, it’s killing me —“

Alec laughed again, loving her choice of words. “Say my name, baby, pray to me nice, and maybe I’ll stop.”

“Alec!”

One last desperate shriek was all it took to send him over the edge. His breath stuttered but he just as quickly turned it into a growl, rageful eyes piercing into her tear-filled ones until finally, blessedly, he stepped away.

For a moment, there was no sound but the noise of Vienna's ragged sobs and Alec's uneven breathing. Her thoughts felt jumbled, broken, like the last several minutes of sudden violence had shattered every piece of her brain into shards. How — how could that innocent topic, the first day of school, led to this? She knew she was bleeding. She would have known even if he hadn't told her. Everything in her felt utterly destroyed.

His voice floated above everything.

"What you crying about? Hm? It all sinking in?"

"I - I ju - I just - I just want to go home!" Vienna sobbed.

His fist hit her with such force that the world went white for a moment. Vienna felt like he'd slammed a brick against her face. Warm blood was already dribbling down from her nose. Alec grabbed her by the chin, yanking her back up towards him. What followed was less a kiss and more a continuation of the violence, his mouth smashed against hers, tongue flicking out to lick at the blood dripping onto her lips, smearing it between them. Vienna felt dizzy, too shocked to even cry out.

He leaned back, but only just enough to speak, grip still tight on her jaw.

"You," Alec breathed, "are not going anywhere."

Then he shoved her back into the mattress, letting her broken body flop back down. A strange mix of disdain and pride mingled in his expression as he looked over her bloodied, shaking form. "Now go clean yourself up. You look disgusting."

And then he was gone.

Vienna's ears rang in the sudden silence of the room. Her body felt like it had been wrung out and left hollow, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. The lock clicked behind him — a sound that usually filled her with despair but tonight landed like a strange, merciful finality. At least he was gone. At least for now. The quiet, analytical part of her mind snapped on as she tried to take stock of what had just happened. There was a painful throbbing in her nose and cheek, but the blood seemed to have slowed or even stopped. Her legs were shaking, and the pain there was sharp and abrupt. The sheets beneath her back still smelled like detergent from the recent wash despite being stained with her blood.

Punishment. Torture. Not just because of what she'd done, but what she dared to believe. Not like the other night, when Alec had been driven by pure desire, or over the weekend where a smug amusement had fueled him. The contrasts were dizzying. She didn't know how her body was made to survive both extremes, just that the message was getting wound tighter and tighter into her being: You are mine to use as I please. Your will could not matter less. You are what I make you.

By the time Vienna had half-heartedly cleaned and cared for herself, her eyes stung, but she had no more tears left as she crawled back into bed.

She hated herself for speaking. For pushing. For reminding him she once had a life outside these walls. The punishment was her fault. It always was. That’s what he wanted her to believe — and sometimes she almost did.

Her chest tightened as his words replayed in her head like a curse: This is your world. I am your god.

She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to hear them, not to let them etch into her mind. But they already had.

Her heart thudded painfully as the other half of their exchange clawed its way forward — her own slip. No — you’re wrong.

God, why had she said that? Why couldn’t she have just kept quiet? The moment had burst out of her like a flame, hot and reckless, and for a second — just a second —she had felt it. The truth of it.

And that was what terrified her most.

Because beneath the fear and the shame and the bone-deep exhaustion, a thought still flickered in the shadows of her mind: He is wrong. Someone will come. They have to.

Vienna clutched the blanket tighter around her trembling body, curling smaller and smaller as if she could disappear into the mattress. Tonight had made one thing clear: she couldn’t let him see that spark again — not yet. Not until the moment came when she could make it real.

Until then, she would survive. Even if surviving meant swallowing her words, bowing her head, pretending to believe him. Even if it meant taking the pain, crying when he wanted, begging at just the right pitch. Doing whatever it took to placate him from one moment to the next. Performing.

Even if surviving meant making her whole world smaller than it had ever been before.

[cremconnoisseur]

Excuse me while I anthropomorphize a mindless unmade who's sole existence is to revel in killing one's enemies (even friendlies if it's really fun) and please don't mind me while I make it love a man who is known as the unofficial avatar of this unmade, and pay no heed to me as I ponder the betrayal this unmade felt at being abandoned by its long time lover.

[stormingfemboy]

Inktober day 12: Shrreddeded

[sonofcelluloid84]

4 UNMADE GODZILLA MOVIES I THINK DESERVE A SECOND CHANCE

It's a well-known fact that if you have a long enough running franchise? For every movie that is made? You got dozens more that went UNMADE and when you consider a franchise with a film history dating back 70+ years? The King of Monsters has MANY stories which have gone untold. So? For general fun? I decided to share four unmade Godzilla movies that I think deserve a second chance at life. Now to make things interesting? I decided to toss in two films which went largely unknown by the greater fandom so hold onto your vomit bags folks, WE'RE GOING TO THE MOVIES!

1) Godzilla Vs. The Mysterians (1989)

Written and pitched by Mick Anger, a 1980s music video director responsible for Judas Priest Live and Deep Purple: Nobody's Home to name two out of four, pitched the idea of a crossover film to Toho in 1989 in the form of GODZILLA VS. THE MYSTERIANS! Set 35 years after The Mysterians (1957), this crossover acting as a direct sequel, the story saw a rogue faction of the Mysterians having survived and were now hold up in the Nevada Desert where much like before? They are trying to find a way for their race to survive after the nuclear holocaust on Mysteriod left them all with radiation poisoning which has left them not only dying but sterile. To combat this, they've been experimenting with local flora and fauna, throwing darts at a board so to speak with genetic and cybernetic experiments in hopes that one of them will provide them with salvation but unfortunately? Nothing has proven to be viable, just monstrous abominations including Hira-Jin, a hybrid of gila monster, human, and mysterian DNA all wrapped up in a nice little cyborg bow. It is this monster, described as the Mysterian commander's 'favorite' that we will see come to blows later on with Godzilla.

Observing Godzilla, Rodan, and Anguirus on Monster Island, the Mysterians believe that the King of Monsters may be the key to saving their species so? They send out a ship to snag him from Monster Island and it works! The Mysterians are able to subdue and bring the King of Monsters back to their base as they set about their experiments. Problem? Godzilla's buddies back on Monster Island, Rodan and Anguirus? Aren't exactly happy about their pal being kidnapped as they follow close behind, taking the battle all the way to LAS VEGAS!

A rough transcript of the story is available online (I'll provide it at the end of this section) and reading it? It's not half bad, very clearly being inspired by the Showa era Godzilla with faint stylistic flavorings of Tobe Hooper's Invaders from Mars, definitely could've benefited from a second draft though especially with the family component in it. Now to answer why this movie didn't happen? Well, though Anger was a fan of Godzilla and actually got to pitch the movie to Toho with Kochi Kawataka backing him up. However, producer Tomoyuki Tanaka thought it would be too expensive and wasn't a fan of the idea of a "gaijin" being involved in the making of a Godzilla movie so after 18 months of development? GODZILLA VS. THE MYSTERIANS was sent out into the desert that is development Hell.

Link: Godzilla vs The Mysterians! Cover Page

2) Godzilla 2001 (1991)

WHO HERE REMEMBERS THE 90S? Or more specifically cyberspace and virtuality in the 90s, that strange new digital world and concept which sparked the ideas of many a cheesy B-movie and comics with minimal understanding of the actual science.... Well Godzilla 2001 remembers

Coming from Roger Holden, a Godzilla fan and 15 year collaborator with Yoshimitsu Banno who attempted to bring Godzilla 3D to the Max to life, the story certainly fit within the bizarre for which Banno brought to the Godzilla franchise in Godzilla Vs. Hedorah. Initially pitched in 1991 as the story of a computer-generated Godzilla terrorizing a futuristic Tokyo, Holden's idea evolved into something much different when Banno encouraged him to expand the story idea.

Pitting the King of Monsters up against a morphing virtual-reality abomination, Godzilla's newest foe was to be the result of the abuse of virtual reality and salvaged UFO tech. How did this monster come to be? According to an interview with Holden, the unnamed monster was 'born' at secret lab were scientists were currently experimenting with UFO technology through a virtual reality system. As it would appear, whatever is inputted int the tech? Outputs a real, physical version of that image from the given video input, indistinguishable from the genuine article, real Virtuosity type stuff.

So how is the monster born? Ironically enough.... by a horror fan apparently. When the lab is empty, some guy sneaks in recognizes the VR system in the lab, not the UFO tech though. Apparently the guy has been waiting for this chance so he can use it to watch all his favorite monster movies...... Yeah you can see where this is going can't you? Loading his collection of monster movies in, he apparently selects a morphing option to combine them all into and I am directly quoting now (Lifts up glasses "one thrilling virtual reality image".

The result is as you expect with the UFO technology producing a real, physical version of the morphing monster which kills the guy as well as anyone else in the facility before escaping into the outside world where it grows to kaiju size and terrorizes the city where our only hope is using Godzilla to some how kill this VR nightmare.

This is.... incredibly cheesy but GOD if I don't love it. Is it the best idea in the world? No but is damn unique and I appreciate that, so much to the point where I actually did a second draft version of it but that's a story for another time ;). Now unfortunately this movie didn't come to pass as while Koichi Kawakita, a renowned special effects director in the Godzilla series, found it interesting? He had to turn them down, voicing that they already had many stories submitted for Godzilla sequels and the like on a daily basis. They kept optimisic, Holden and Banno for Godzilla 2001 but in the end? It was just game over.

Link: UNTOLD TALES OF GODZILLA! Roger Holden on His Unmade Godzilla Projects and Working with Director Yoshimitsu Banno! | Vantage Point Interviews

3) Godzilla Reborn (2001)

HONESTLY? Right off the bat this is one of the biggest missed opportunities to me, a DIRECT SEQUEL TO Godzilla 2000, one of my favorite Godzilla movies. Conceived by the late Michael Schlesinger, Schlesinger pitched a collaborative sequel the film between Toho and Columbia pictures. The basic story, what is known at least, was set during a scientific conference on Honolulu where it looks like Godzilla decided to take a break from smashing up Japan and explore the world and the Hawaiian islands just so happen to be the first stop on his trip. Jokes aside, it is revealed that Godzilla wasn't here just for destruction but was coming for a new monster that lurked within a dormant volcano on Mauna Loa. A bat-like creature called MIBA.

While this seems pretty bare bones, further details outside of the story arguably caught interest as Schlesinger stated he wanted to flip things with regards to archetypes, add a little more humor to the otherwise so serious human protagonists of the Godzilla films. Eying actors like Bruce Campbell, Jamie Lee Curtis, Christopher Lee, and director Joe Dante, Schlesinger had the two horror royalty stars Bruce and Jamie playing, get this? A "skirt-chasing smartass who owns the hotel where the main characters are staying at" and a female television reporter on vacation, struggling with her career as she seems to be locked in fluff when she is craving something with more substance. Serious journalism.

As an avid horror fan and Godzilla fan? THIS WOULD'VE BEEN AMAZING to me and I feel like a lot of other fans would agree. So why didn't it happen. The answer is less than satisfying and yet it answers everything. Money. While both parties were interested, Columbia wasn't willing to shell out a lot of money for a man in suit monster flick and Toho was asking for a lot for any studio that had interest when Schlesinger tried to market it to other studios. What's the real kick in the teeth though is the fact that the script? STILL EXISTS! It's just squirreled away somewhere. Schlesinger! DO THE RIGHT THING AND SHARE YOUR CREATION WITH THE WORLD MAN!

Link: THE GODZILLA SEQUEL THAT WASN’T | Godzilla - Toho | News

4) Godzilla X Varan, Baragon and Anguirus: Giant Monsters All-Out Attack

Last but not least? We have GVBA: Giant Monsters All-Out Attack. This one is relatively more simple than the others as unlike above? GVBA was intended to be a movie which pit a supernatural Godzilla against Japan's three guardian monsters, Varan, Anguirus, and Baragon. The underdogs of the Godzilla franchise. While the script was compelling, Toho wanted more market recognition with monsters and pushed for King Ghidorah and Mothra in place of Varan and Anguirus. Shame, another movie Varan got kicked out of. SOMEONE BUY THIS KAIJU A DRINK! Most of the plot remained relatively consistent, only really altered with monsters and the title into Godzilla, Mothra, King Ghidorah: Giant Monsters All-Out Attack which fun fact? Was the only film we ever really saw Ghidorah as a VOLUNTARY good guy. Weird, good movie but WEIRD.

Link: https://wikizilla.org/wiki/Godzilla_X_Varan,_Baragon_and_Anguirus:_Giant_Monsters_All-Out_Attack

Coming to a close, I have one honorable mention as while this is more tangential to the Godzilla franchise and isn't an unmade movie? I feel this story just deserves to be heard within an unmade comic sequel to Mothra: Queen of Monsters called MOTHRA VS. FRANKENSTEIN by @mooncalfe-art. Honestly? As a fan of the Gargantua brothers? SUCH A COOL CONCEPTUAL IDEA. That fanboying out of the way now, what are your thoughts on these unmade flicks and what are some unmade Godzilla movies YOU wish would've happened? Drop a comment below or post it on your page and let your voice be heard!

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This is my own version of the only finished clip of the cancelled Untitled Variety Show from Disney which has Tigger with the hairdryer and I added in the audio from the original storyboard animatic to put into this video as if it was new.

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Animation test by Yoichi Kotabe for the ultimately unmade Takahata/Miyazaki 1970s TV series "Pippi Longstocking, The Strongest Girl in the World".

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If Odium or Retribution was to create a new Unmade, why not just let it be able to understand ALL languages. Not just Rosharan ones. Every single language existing, or has existed, in the Cosmere. Retribution could sow chaos by allowing anyone to become fluent in another language that is specific for another planet and setting them on a path to go to said planet. So, we just need the Duolingo owl as an Unmade.