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brokenmusicboxwolfe · 3 years

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Geez, I miss writing about movies, but I never have time or energy. Let’s see if I can write some very quick thoughts on my most recent viewing.

History is Made at Night- Loved this genre mashup, and was completely sold on the romance. Who knew I could find Charles Boyer attractive? I know the ending was inspired by the Titanic sinking, but did James Cameron watch this movie. Girl leaping from a lowering lifeboat to be with her more financially disadvantaged love, having fled her rich mate, facing seeming doom together on an ocean liner that has hit an iceberg? This 1930s film seemed a wee bit familiar for a moment!

The Mad Fox- Like some Japanese puppet theater telling of a folk tale, but live action and gorgeous .

Giants and Toys- Darkly sad and funny Japanese cousin of Sweet Smell of Success. The most amazing aspect isn’t it’s skewering of the marketing and promotion that rot a commercialized society, but that the movie doesn’t feel like the product of the 1950s. I actually thought it was 1960s until I checked.

Howl from Beyond the Fog- Actual Japanese puppets telling a short kaiju story, and gorgeous.

Raiders of the Lost Ark- The classic film about a hero with who apparently was involved with his love interest when she was under aged, and that traumatized her. Reading the novelization as a kid weirded me out when it said how young Marion had been. But then the dude is more thief than archeologist, stealing an idol from a shrine if a very living tribe when we meet him, so hardly a great guy. Love the movie anyway, and still long to have Marion’s outfit from the marketplace scene.

Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom- It’s a prequel, so no Marion and Indy having a casual hookup with a comedy girly girl out of an old movie is fine. The heart (excuse me mentioning hearts) of the movie is the paternal relationship Indy has with young orphan Short Round. Thank goodness the kid didn’t end up like his namesake in that film Samuel Fuller (my beloved) made, but I STILL wish one of the later films said what happened to him. Depiction of of India is, um, well, yeah…but typical of the genre. Is it weird that this time watching the colorful meal scene I got hungry? It’s amazing I didn’t end up with scars after all the times my brother tried to emulate that certain scene while I was on the pool ladder. His fingernails HURT!

Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade- Everybody is a total idiot, Marcus is comedy relief, Indy had dumped Marion for Nazi Barbie, and Daddy Jones is an asshole. River Phoenix was too old to be junior Indy, but he sure pulled off a great Harrison Ford. My least favorite Indiana Jones movie. No really. At least Indy ends up with Marion in the 4th film.

Jaws 2- You have got to be kidding me! There was potential for interesting PTSD stuff with the hero that if well written could have excused all the stupid going around when he isn’t believed. It is now well written. And OMG, those teenagers all forgetting how to sail and crashing their boats into each other at the sight of a shark just so they can be stranded is hilarious! The pilot of the helicopter should have been carrying some of Batman’s shark repellent, and yeah that was hilarious too. Apparently if a girl is brave about helping a kid she dies but if she screams and screams and screams while being utterly useless she lives. Maybe the shark had sensitive hearing? LOL

Jaws 3D- In 2D. The movie where you can say “Sharks aren’t like that” and “amusement parks aren’t like that” and “movies shouldn’t be like that”. Oh look, in this alternate universe Sea World is on the ocean and not Orlando, and unlike the Orlando my family visited in 1983 when the movie came out, 100% of the tourists are white! No, making the guy running the park and and a nearly no dialog shark bait technician black does not make it any less noticeable. And aww, just like their dad in the previous film, the Brody boys grown up are cool with drinking and driving. And losing control at the sight of a shark continues, with professional water skiers ALL dropping their lines to fall in the water when a shark shows up!

Tapeheads- I wanted to like this movie about dudes trying to become music video filmmakers, I just didn’t find it all that funny. It worked best when it wasn’t straining itself. It’s kinda bad that my favorite joke, set up with parking tickets under a windshield wiper, doesn’t get a payoff until the closing credits.

Mirror- Ah, the last film I needed to see by my beloved Andrei Tarkovsky. What? Some people have actor crushes, and I have director crushes. Don’t get me started about ***swoon*** Guillermo del Toro! LOL Anyway, he made a semi autobiographical, poetic film that seems like it could be a deathbed dream, a meditation about how the past shapes and stays with us. Funny how I love poetic films but hate actual poetry. I’m sad I have no more of his film to watch…

#movies #mirror #history is made at night #the mad fox #giants and toys #howl from beyond the fog #raiders of the lost ark #Indiana jones and the temple of doom #indiana jones and the last crusade #jaws 2 #jaws 3 #jaws 3d #tapeheads

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littlegoldenbirdie · 3 years

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Destroyah got underused

I came up with a post-GvD story idea once... but it wouldn’t quite be a kaiju story. It’d be more like a slasher film crossed with psychological horror, and it’d star, of all people, Miki Saegusa...

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It's hard for her to pinpoint when it starts. At first she wakes up from murky dreams feeling ravenously hungry, enough to demolish any food put in front of her and eat until she's absolutely sick. She actually does so at least a few times before she catches herself. As nights pass, she touches the mind of an animal and dreams of acting on the most basic instincts: Hunt. Kill. Feast. Grow. Lather, rinse, repeat, you know? It's small animals at first; mice, chipmunks and the like. She dreams of spurting blood, dying screeches, the taste of hot raw meat, red bones left behind. The prey gets bigger as the thing she dreams of grows bigger. As it grows, so too does its brain, its mind. Rabbits, raccoons (or whatever equivalent-sized critters they got in Japan) and the development of higher mental processes such as the awareness of time's passage, the development of hunting strategies beyond just jumping whatever comes close, the concept of past and future. Then comes memory, as the prey reaches dog size. Its mind, even as it grows, is far more alien to her than Godzilla's ever was, but it thinks. It is One now, but when it develops to the point where it can remember, it remembers being Many, feeling other minds alongside it, united in purpose, in a world far different than the one it finds itself in now. The world looms over it, EVERYTHING looms, and that is strange. Terror rips through her as her awareness of it is reflected back at her like a mirror. It has become aware of her. It is One, and that is wrong, it is not supposed to be One but it is, but now it feels Another out there. She's been following police reports of the discovery of the shredded corpses of animals, torn apart and fed on by an animal no one can identify. As the prey changes from largish animals to humans, she realizes the reports form a line, a beeline straight toward where she lives... It's around this time that the drive she feels from it changes from kill and eat to find the Other so it will no longer be One. It's coming for her. She goes to the police or JSDF or whoever would handle such things with her evidence and stuff and they believe her wholeheartedly 'cause she's probably like famous now and stuff. Meanwhile the butchered, mangled, EATEN bodies keep showing up in an advancing line, still coming closer to her. Is it a deranged man on a rampage? Some kind of animal they've never seen before? The corpses, with their cleaved-open flesh (A blade? Claws?) and bite marks like a lion crossed with a shark, aren't talking, save for the screams that precede their transition to corpse status. Death-shrieks in the night, disappearances with various non-meaty bits found strewn elsewhere, and a perpetrator no one has seen, that strikes and disappears in a way no man or animal should be able to do... Anyway, soldiers show up. Lots of them, with guns. Big guns. They all wait, to see what shows up...

It erupts into view with a mighty, almost-human screech, a crazed beast with wild eyes and fresh blood streaming from its snapping jaws and dripping from its dagger-like claws. Somehow it is Destoroyah in its final form, MUCH smaller than the last time they saw it but, well, still pretty darn big. Its carapace is deformed due to lacking enough food to properly fuel a raging metabolism, but that obviously wasn’t enough to stop it. There's a lot of yelling from the soldiers and guns are brought to bear on it, the guns mean nothing to it, but it DOES pause. It sees her, and for the first time since this started, the strangeness she experienced in her dreams occurs while she's awake. She knows that it sees her. A moment later, the thing lets out a higher-pitched, hoarse-sounding shriek and full-on lunges at her. All the soldiers open fire, tearing through its armor and turning its lunge into a slowed-down stagger, both looking each other dead in the eye and it's not going to be the one to break the stare-down, claws stretching out, reaching... Its bullet-riddled body falls dead at her feet JUUUST as its mind finally develops enough to think in words, words she can hear echoing in her mind...

Alone. Afraid. Help.

#miki saegusa #destroyah #fan idea #fanfic #destoroyah

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redknight3996 · 4 years

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22: The Behemoths

When considering all the things that could terrify a person in this vast, intimidating world of ours, people don’t typically consider big things. Not big as in existentially terrifying, everyone with an ounce of self-awareness/world-awareness knows what that’s like; no, this is the more simple, primal fear of dealing with something much, much bigger than you. The sort of fear a person experiences when getting too close to an elephant or a whale; a fear of the vast gulf between you and something that can kill you without even meaning to, or caring that it did.

Insects, people do understand, and fear easily. They don’t even need to be large, they can just be tenacious and willing to burrow inside a person, but giant insects are a classic monstrosity for a reason, and Sanguine Park is nothing if not fond of the classics.

You’ve already experienced at least two of these beasts, or at least heard mention of them. The giant scorpion in the minecart ride and the giant crab aboard the pirate ship. Scorpio and Cancer, or as the technicians called them: Hank and Roger.

Why those names? Why not? They work well enough.

As for the beasts themselves, Hank is an enormous scorpion with a crimson carapace and beady black eyes, while Roger is more of a pale blue, though her eyes are just as black and she’s equally as enormous. Really, their initial nests are rather cramped for how large these beasts actually are, and it’s only once Pomona cuts their restrictions that they’re allowed to express their full heights.

Hank works somewhat more subtly before her release. She stalks the caverns, preys on those who wander into her grasp, and brings the corpses back to those she tends to. The lurkers and the locust; the pallid humanoids made from failures of the nosferat, lean and chittering and grey skinned with yellow lamps as eyes, and the giant grasshoppers lying in wait. They accept what meals are brought eagerly, and when the clarion calls, the locust swarm from the caves first, darkening the sky as they sweep down and tear apart the rotting dead and violent humans available to them. The lurkers follow soon after, though they eschew the sunlight in favor of shade. It burns them too easily, and they hunt better when the night falls, though their gleaming eyes give them away easily.

They make up for it by being vicious and eager and having very pointy teeth, though neither group is especially hardy when it comes to gunfire.

Hank is though. Her carapace is extremely solid, her claws are firm and grip tight, and her stinger is sharp enough to punch through steel, which isn’t accounting for the heavily toxic, almost boiling venom she is fully capable of spraying to blind the unwary as you clutch your rashy skin and scream in the worst agony you’ll experience before your heart gives out. Assuming she doesn’t eat you in the meantime, which is entirely possible. Her mouth is also filled with venom, it should be noted, and has been modified to been much better at shredding than typical. Really, she’s been modified in general, as her body gives off more heat than a rock left out in the sun and her very presence is enough to bake the average walking corpse.

Still though, Hank is the comparatively more subtle of the two established behemoths, as she’ll simply dig through the caves to get out, not outright tear apart her domain.

Roger, on the other hand, will literally explode the entire ship as she leaves it, screeching a violent challenge to the air as shards and splinters of wood rain into the water around her.

She’s certainly the more aggressive of the two; the whole reason you don’t see any other monsters inside the ship is that this extremely territorial creature butchered and ate every last organic thing inside her prison, and she’s quite eager to continue with the zombified sharks in the pools. She’ll gorge herself on a good dozen of them as the pools begin the overflow, not helped by the open sores across her shell that spout and leak seawater when she’s excited or aggravated. And she’s often excited/aggravated.

And yet, while Hank will migrate over to the Ancient Land to bask in the sands and occasionally snack on mummies, Roger will steadily stick to Telltale Cove, unwilling to part from her oceanic domain as the pools begin to overflow and drench the land in water while she lounges within the caves of the cove itself. She’ll still kill you without a thought besides “potential meal”, and her tendency to hide within the caves makes her as difficult to spot as the scorpion in the sands.

The two are dangerous, certainly, though not quite as much of a threat as when their remaining cohorts join the fray. If you’re lucky, you might be able to provoke the two into a fight before that, mostly owing to Hank’s tendency to wander, though don’t expect a kaiju battle to the death here. If one gets wounded enough, they’ll just retreat to lick their wounds while the other decides to snack on whatever is available. Such as you or any other humans around, and these two are certainly immensely detrimental to the hunter population of the park, so there’s that as a positive.

Duos just aren’t as interesting as trios though, so of course there’s a third. And maybe a fourth and fifth, but those are for later.

Castle Blightside has a dungeon. There are worse things down there, but the first you’ll likely meet is designated Aranea. A gigantic, black spider, fat and hairy with eyes of leaking pitch. Otherwise known as Billy.

The thick webs she weaves have their places all throughout the halls, keeping doors sealed and acting as traps and tripwires for the trespassers that wander below. If you try to enter early, you’ll inevitably run into them, be bound up, and eaten alive by the dark, lurking spider. If you try to set the webs alight, a dark, acrid smoke will fill the halls, and you’ll be eaten alive by the giant, hungry spider. If you enter, confident and unwary, you will die, and she will kill you. That’s just how things work.

Once things begin to go wrong, however, she’ll wander out, same as the rest of the beasts around. The nosferats, the barghests, the icthyans; the monsters are starting to explore, and competition for food is beginning.

Billy will satisfy herself with whatever her large, sharp legs can pierce. Making a web takes time, and she’s decent enough with her forelimbs. She’s not a natural spider–they couldn’t survive at that size–so she’s been modified heavily, and it’s easy enough to simply stab through an unlucky head and bring the bleeding, jerking body to her fangs to feast. She doesn’t need to liquefy prey to drink them, though her venom is still corrosive enough to make even the bones easy to get down.

Outside of her dungeon, out in the swamps where she begins to spin her webs again, entrapping the unwary and driving the beasts from their homes, you might be able to see her stalking the treetops. Or at least see the calling card of her presence: inky smoke that leaks from her carapace, thick and dark oh so easy to hide in.

No matter where you travel, she can see you, you can’t see her, and she’s very happy to use that to her advantage.

Of course, that trait doesn’t help in the more direct fights with the equally sized monsters out there, but the main event there is being saved for later, so for now, why not delve where you’re not supposed to go?

The spider is away, so the prey can play. Down in the deep and dark, where the misshapen and failed are locked away.

There are still secrets to find. Seek them, and hope the sights revealed don’t drive you to tear the eyes from your head.

#31 day horror park #sanguine park #horror #halloween #my writing

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writingpaperghost · 4 years

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I Would Offer It Happy With a Smile on My Face (Chapter 4)

Chapter 4: There’s a Light, In the Distance

There’s always a solution if you work together.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24860734/chapters/60407116

Kaboom!

Normally, when one hears an explosion, they are at least a bit concerned. But, in the the workshop of KPaRS engineers, an explosion wasn’t even all that surprising. Even though there was usually only a few people in the room at a time, there were only two that were ever really near anything that might blow up. Everyone else is a bit too afraid to get close when so many things have a slight tendency to explode.

Which is why no one is surprised when Chikako comes trudging out of the smoke cloud, using her hand to try to fan it away, no one was horribly surprised. Especially because Chikako was the one who got explosions in her face the most. It was the main reason why she wore safety glasses. The other workers just ignored it, a few perhaps moved a little farther away from her.

From the other side of the room came Katsuhito’s concerned call, which was more out of courtesy than actual concern. “You okay?” Then, with what sounded like genuine concern, “That’s the tenth time you’ve exploded something.”

“That’s only a little more than I’ve done before,” Chikako grumbled back, continuing to fan her hand as she moved back towards her station, where the device she had been working on had blown up. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Not in -” Katsuhito glances at the clock on the computer at his work station, “Three and a half hours, it’s not.”

She quickly glances at the clock on her own computer, “It’s only eleven thirty?” She groaned, “Seriously?!”

Katsuhito slides his chair out from his desk, turning to look at her. He puts down his pencil, which had been scratching away at the papers on his desk. “Yeah...” He stands up and walks over to where Chikako stood. She glared at the device that had blown up a few minutes before. “I think you’re a bit... off today.”

She continued to glare, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder, “Chi, take your lunch break early. You clearly need it.” Before she could protest, he continued, “Seriously, take a breather. Get out of here and stop worrying about all this for an hour. You’ll feel better.”

“Fine,” Chikako grumbled, crossing her arms, “Not like I’m going to really get anywhere with that thing right now anyway.” She stomps off, heading towards the door to leave the workshop. Katsuhito sighed, watching her leave.

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Chikako didn’t exactly need a lot of time to eat lunch, she wasn’t horribly hungry that day, nor did she bring a lunch that was very time consuming to eat. So, with a good forty-five minutes left, she began to wander a bit. Maybe a walk and some fresh air would do her some good.

After wandering around, for a few minutes, she notices something. Or well, someones. A man and a woman, the man was the one that she somewhat recognized though. He was a journalist, she recalled... He’d written a few articles on KPaRS and she’s pretty sure he’s the reporter that always wrote all the articles about the Kaiju Conservation and the research done there. The woman she wasn’t so sure about, but judging by the camera around her neck and how she was taking pictures of whatever the reporter seemed to tell her to, she must have been his assistant or photographer. Something like that.

Now what was that reporter’s name...? She seemed to recall he was also the one who wrote that article on Grigio... Tomo Hashmoko? Tomomo Mashimoto? Tomomi... That was it! Tomomi Hashimoto! The captain always loved to read his articles, so the papers were always laying open to them.

As the two moved around, they eventually came close to Chikako. The man, Tomomi, noticed her, smiling and giving a wave. “Hello there! Enjoying your lunch?”

Chikako sighed and crossed her arms, “Hello, I suppose so.” She looks him over. Beside him, the woman smiled, far too cheerful if you asked Chikako, but then again, Chikako wasn’t in an amazing mood today. Frankly, anyone would seem far too cheerful.

“You don’t sound like it,” The woman notes, reaching her hand into her pocket. She was fishing around for something, until she finally found it, pulling her hand out. Uncurling her fist, she present Chikako with what appeared to be some kind of sweet. “Candy?”

Chikako eyed the candy for a moment, then looks to the woman, who was simply smiling, keeping her hand out. Chikako then shrugs and takes the candy, unwrapping it and tossing it in her mouth. What was there to lose? It’s just some cheerful girl handing her candy.

While this was going on, she noticed that Tomomi had wandered over and was talking with another member of KPaRS. Must be planning to do some kind of article. Not that it really mattered to Chikako.

The woman was examining her, though Chikako pretended not to notice. While it wasn’t odd per say, it wasn’t exactly a normal thing either. Usually when people examine her like that, it’s because she’d just had something blow up in her face. Finally, the woman spoke up, “You work for KPaRS, right?”

“Yeah...” Chikako would have thought it was obvious, given the vest she wore that had the KPaRS logo on it.

“You’re a... mechanic right?” The woman continued, but paused before adding, “Or was it engineer?”

“Engineer,” Chikako answered, “Though I’m surprised you could figure it out.”

The woman thought for a moment, then responded, “Well, you are wearing safety goggles,” Oh right, she’d never taken them off, “But I also met another engineer who works for KPaRs at the park the other day.”

The park? Who even went to the park for their lunch break... Well it might not have been their lunch break, but most people just went home after work. She thought about a bit, thinking back to what she’d heard other people say. Really... the only person she remembered mentioning having gone to the park recently was Katsuhito...

“Wait, did you run into Katsuhito?”

The woman perked up, “Oh yeah! I bet you probably work together!”

“Yeah...”

“Oh! Are you friends? Having friends is very happy!” This person was very... energetic. Chikako hadn’t exactly been thrilled with it... but now she was starting to warm up to it.

“Yeah, I’d say we’re friends,” Chikako found herself grinning when she responded, “Since you’ve got Katsu’s name, why don’t I give you mine? Chikako Kita.”

The woman beamed as she introduced herself, “I’m Asahi Minato!” She then adds, “It seemed like something was bothering you earlier?”

“Ah...” Okay, so maybe Chikako’s sour mood was more obvious than she thought it was. Katsuhito noticing wasn’t that odd, they’d worked together a lot, so he’d learned how to notice things about her. But the fact that Asahi, this complete stranger noticed... Either it was much more obvious than she’d thought or Asahi was very observant to these sort of things.

“Well,” She might as well explain a bit, maybe it will make her feel better, “I’m a mechanic right? So normally, my job is just to make sure the planes and their equipment all work, fix it if it needs to be.”

“That must be pretty important,”

“Yeah. Well now, instead of just doing that, we’ve been told, ‘oh, you’ve got to make new shit to deal with the Kaijus’.” She waves her hands in frustration, “Like what the hell!? That’s not what any of us were really hired to do! No one was prepared for this, no one expected monsters to just start - just start rampaging and-!”

She let’s out a groan of frustration, rubbing her temples. “It’s very stressing, yeah?”

“Oh, I can imagine,” Asahi said, “Having so many people who need you to do your job well so they can do theirs. But also having to do so much work to try to protect people.”

“But!” She quickly added, “I know that you and Katsuhito can do it. My older brother, well, one of them, always wants to solve things through the sciency way and stuff. So he always tries to solve a problem on his own. But I know that if all of you work together, you’ll be able to succeed. Just like if Isanii lets other people help him, they’d be able to succeed.”

Chikako laughs as Asahi finishes, “Yeah, I guess you have a point,” She admits, “If we all work together, it’ll at least make it less stressful.”

“Exactly!”

“Thanks for the pep talk,” Chikako says, then turns to leave, “I need to go, but it was nice talking to you. You stay safe, don’t get caught up in any Kaiju attacks, ‘kay?”

“Ah, good bye!” Asahi waves, “It was nice to meet you! I’ll make sure to keep out of too much trouble!”

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When Chikako returned to the engineers’ workshop, she was in a much better mood than what she’d left in. Not that too many people noticed that, since the majority of the staff was on lunch break. Katsuhito noticed, given he had a tendency to take a late lunch break and hadn’t left yet.

“Okay, I know you said you needed a breather, but you’re in a way better mood than before.”

He was studying her, as if to figure out why her mood was so much better. She let him, for a moment, before responding, “I talked to this strange woman, I think you met her in the park the other day?”

“Strange woman...?” He paused to think about it, before excitedly responding, “Oh! The one with the candy?”

This causes Chikako to laugh, “Yeah, that one.”

“Oh, well that explains a lot... That woman... Asami?”

“Asahi.” She supplied, crossing her arms in amusement.

“Asahi, right,” He corrected himself, “She seems to have a great skill at cheering people up.”

“Yeah, no kidding.”

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Grigio was, once again, fighting a Kaiju. It looked like a shark with a drill attached to it’s nose. Except it had a tail and instead of fins it it had sort of of flipper feet. It seemed a bit familliar, maybe Rosso and Blu had fought it before? Gubila, Tomomi had told her. it obviously could use it’s drill as a weapon, but on top of it, it could jump very high and spray water.

While she was glad that she didn’t commonly use fire, like Rosso, she didn’t exactly have attacks that were the most effective in general. But so far, she was fairing pretty well, or she at least thought she was.

Right now, she was keeping her distance, trying to avoid getting hit by that drill. Honestly, this whole fight had been a pain, and they were maybe only a minute in. Gubila’s drill was very hard to work with, she couldn’t always bring up a barrier, but a lot of time when she dodges it, it rams into a building. She felt horrible about it, but Grigio couldn’t take too many hits, let alone from something like that drill. So while it was horrible, she just didn’t have a lot of other options.

“Grigio Scatter Shot!” She fires her arrow and it splits into many, most of which hit Gubila. As the monster reeled from the attack, KPaRS comes flying by, which may just make the whole fight harder.

“Grigio!” She hears Jun call, though she isn’t sure why. “We’ve got something we’d like to try!”

Well, Grigio had no idea how effective what they’d like to try, but they needed to be able to manage on their own, so letting them try wasn’t anything bad. If it didn’t work, well, she was here to deal with Gubila anyway, she could handle it. She gives them a thumbs up.

The plane flies toward Gubila and it fires a strange shot. It arched its way toward the monster, hitting it. Gubila let’s out a roar as electricity sparks across it’s body. Huh, guess the engineers work fast. The plane flies away, and Grigio sees an opening.

Right, she wasn’t sure how well she could tie it up, but she’d have to give it a try. “Grigio Bind!” It seemed to work, she waited, and waited, and waited. Even after the effects of KPaRS’ shot wore off, Gubila was unable to wiggle free.

Well, that was easier than she expected. Not that she really expected it to be easy. Anyway, time to leave and head back to Tomomi’s apartment.

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“Well,” Jun said, “It worked.”

“Yeah,” Katsuhito agrees, “Except it also overloaded itself.”

Chikako looked over his shoulder as he began to tinker with something in the plane, “Well, we’ll just have to fix that, huh?”

He sighs, “It’ll take a bit and some trail and error, but yeah.”

“I’m sure if we work together we’ll be able to figure it out.”

“We’ll have to,” Katsuhito says, “We don’t really have a choice if these attacks keep up.”

“Even with Grigio’s help,” Rin adds, before following Jun out the door of the hangar.

“Even with Grigio’s help...” Chikako echos quietly.

#ultraman rb #ultrawoman grigio #i would offer it happy with a smile on my face #my writing #waiting at the end of the road is happiness

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skarmorydraws · 5 years

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@tyrantisterror Revenge of the ATOM Create-A-Kaiju Contest Entry: GNOMORAN

Date Discovered: ‎December 1, 1956

Aliases: The Beast of Emain Ablach, The Mutant Mole Monster, The Elder Gnome, Sciúirse Talún (”Scourge of Earth” in Irish)

Place of Origin: The Emain Ablach Earth Hollow

Notable Stomping Grounds: The Emain Ablach Earth Hollow; most of the coastal regions of Ireland and northwestern Europe; possible sightings in and around Scandinavia and the European Arctic circle

Height: 50 feet

Length: 75 feet

Description and Biology:

"Unsightly" is a word that describes Gnomoran quite well. Descended from a deviant prehistoric species of talpid mole that found its way to Ireland prior to the last ice age surrounding the island country with seawater, the fossorial creature has changed quite significantly compared to its ancestors, though its overall build - a cylindrical body, powerful burrowing clawed forepaws, velvety fur that doesn't flow in any major direction, sharp insect-catching teeth, and an acute sense of smell - has been retained due to being perfectly suited for its ecological role. However, its limb proportions are quite different from a typical mole, in that they are somewhat longer proportionally, though the back limbs are still shorter than the forelimbs. Likewise, its scaly, rat-like tail has become thicker and longer, more like that of a lizard, and though largely quadrupedal, it can rear up and even walk in a tripodal stance if it needs to either better sense its environment when above-ground or bring its weaponry to bear in combat, though it still looks somewhat hunched when on two legs. The forelimbs are burly and bear-like with hairless, scaly paws and five enormous, sturdy, relatively straight claws almost like those of a ground sloth on each hand, and the enlarged digit-like bone on each wrist has also developed into a curved, bladed spike for use as a weapon. Its plantigrade back feet are also scaly but with much shorter, more curved claws for traction. Most significantly, however, its head barely resembles that of its ancestors from the outside. Its medium-length snout and sharp-toothed jaws seem to have been remain largely unchanged in skeletal structure, and its light red eyes are small and insignificant, but the similarities end there. The front of the forehead bulges upwards and is heavily reinforced, because it serves as the base for a massive, straight, conical horn, spiraled like a narwhal's tusk, that points straight ahead and helps Gnomoran bore through the earth along with its clawed paws; the snout and mouth poke out underneath it like the mouth of a goblin shark. The snout and chin themselves are covered in long hair like a mustache and beard, and on the very end of the snout, the nose itself has about a dozen flexible fleshy feelers like catfish barbels which it uses to sense its environment. It is the top of the head that is most notable: it is entirely hairless, and the base of the horn, the scalp, and the sides of the face are all covered in wart-like tumors and skin eruptions of varying sizes. Its teeth are typical of a mole's, which resemble those of a carnivoran (including canine fangs and carnassials) rather than those of the only distantly related rodents; however, the front-most incisors are elongated to the point where they resemble rodent teeth, and some of its teeth are also missing or even broken from countless fights.

The monster's scraggly, unkempt fur is a uniform shade of pale bluish gray with silvery streaks here and there, along with cream-colored facial hair uncannily resembling the mustache and beard of a garden gnome. Its paws, tail, and the skin and tumors on its face are a pale red, and its claws, wrist spikes, and horn are reinforced by iron and are thus a vivid red-orange in color.

Aside from enhanced brute strength and burrowing capabilities, Gnomoran seems to be an accomplished swimmer, and has been seen paddling through the coastal seas off of northwestern Europe in a breaststroke-like fashion, moving with surprising speed to surprise watercraft and tunneling straight into the ground from the water, though its agility in the water obviously pales in comparison to more dedicated swimmers. Like some other species of mole, it also has venomous saliva which causes temporary paralysis, once used to store prey in "larders" for lean times, but also just as effective in combat. Most critically, however, the tumors on the mole-beast's head, which seem to emerge as often as they are ruptured, contain a grisly byproduct of its radiation-metabolizing biology, a corrosive grease of sorts formed from the juices of its runaway regenerative processes. If an opponent foolishly attacks its face, the fluid released by the punctured pustules will more often than not begin to flow down its horn, making its goring attacks even deadlier. It may even pop its own pustules using its front claws and wrist blades to coat them in these caustic juices, and doesn't care if its skin and fur are also eaten away in the process - it can simply regenerate afterward. In fact, its regenerative ability is especially developed among kaiju of its scale, recovering from injuries in a much shorter span of time than normal and bouncing back from wounds that would kill a more typical kaiju, making it that much more difficult to kill and all the more frustrating for it.

Gnomoran thus adds a few insidious abilities to the standard kaiju set:

Super strength

An extremely enhanced healing factor

Immunity to radiation

Paralytic venomous bite

Caustic Pus

History:

The ancestors of Gnomoran seem to have gone extinct towards the end of the last ice age, when a gradually warming climate and increased humidity deprived them of the drier, cooler soils that they favored, as well as the cold-tolerant invertebrates that made up much of their diet. The last known population seems to have held out on the Isle of Man before fading out some 10,000 years ago, but not before some of them presumably tunneled into a Yamaneon-rich earth hollow beneath the island which wouldn't be discovered until much more recently. The hollow was found by a team of Irish geologists in late 1956 and, accordingly, named after an otherworldly location in Irish myth associated with the Isle of Man among other isles in proximity to the region. The hollow itself was not the only discovery they made that day, however - Gnomoran's instinctive prey drive, largely unchanged despite no longer requiring sustenance, regarded the scientists as prey and incited it to pursue them out of the hollow, killing several of them in the process. Escaping to the outside world, it made its way to the nearest body of land it could find and laid waste to the town of Newcastle, Irleand before military resistance sent it back into the sea. The creature then ventured northwards, attacking any coastal settlements and ships unlucky enough to be in its path, before finally tunneling into the Isle of Arran and disappearing from the public eye.

Several months later, the city of Glasgow, already in economic decline and rapid de-industrialization at the time, was in for a nasty surprise when an enormous red horn burst out of the streets and Gnomoran plunged into the heart of the city, ransacking everything in its way and devouring dozens of homeless, destitute people as it went. It was only thanks to British military aid that the creature was driven away from the better-off parts of the city, but not before a significant portion of the infamous Glasgow slums had been reduced to rubble. Its rampage finally ended when it attempted to escape into the River Clyde only to take a torpedo to the mouth, critically wounding it, whereupon it was promptly captured for transportation to the newly established Siberian Monster Zone. Sometime during its transportation, however, the ship containing it mysteriously sank, with all on board reported dead or missing - Gnomoran itself being among the latter. Eyewitness reports of the creature doing battle with other kaiju across northwestern Europe came up several times throughout the following year, complete with documented evidence of its presence, but no accounts of the creature invading major cities have been recorded since its sacking of Glasgow. Plans upon detainment are to deposit it in the Siberian Monster Zone as originally intended, but actually finding it is another story - the randomness of the mole-beast's meanderings means its current whereabouts are as yet unknown.

Personality:

As a result of Yamaneon exposure and atomic fossilization, Gnomoran's regenerative factor seems to be quite enhanced even by kaiju standards. Combined with its toxic secretions, this makes it an unexpected threat and a daunting foe to face despite its size and seeming fraility, and as has been gleaned from personal accounts by many survivors of its attacks, the mutant talpid seems to be aware of this. It is chaotic and unpredictable, retreating one moment and barreling at opponents horn-first the next, and its ability to strike from unexpected angles and disappear without much fanfare has made for infuriating and often traumatizing experiences for both the various European militaries and enemy kaiju it's encountered. The Pleistocene relic also has a sadistic, vindictive streak, exacting disproportionate retaliation and brutally mauling other life forms on its scale even if they only harmed it by accident, to say nothing of toying with smaller things like humans and vehicles like a child prone to breaking playthings on a whim. It also cares little for self-preservation due to its healing factor and is highly aggressive to beings that upset it as a result, having the audacity to fend off kaiju several times its size. The mole-beast is infamous for picking fights with others without rhyme or reason, attacking even when its remaining instincts aren't informing it that it is hungry.

Reportedly, kaiju who weren't as violent as Gnomoran itself have learned to simply leave rather than engage the creature whenever it drew near since its emergence, presumably having witnessed the bloody aftermath of its fights during their own travels. Many in fact preferred not to draw its attention if possible, lest it decide to chase them down and exercise its self-perceived entitlement to chronic and sustained cruelty. Strangely enough, however, more than half of the sightings of the creature since the Glasgow incident involved the provocation of an even bigger, more powerful beast, with Gnomoran sustaining severe or even mortal injury upon disengaging. Some have speculated that it may even have enjoyed being mangled each time, explaining why it incited such fights so often. The kaiju has even been known to quite happily hurl itself right into dangerous territory such as hazardous environments and obstacles, fights where it is severely outmatched, or even disasters it has bought upon itself, further validating these claims.

Humanity fares even worse against the monster, for obvious reasons, and military efforts have thus far only raised its ire ever more greatly. Vehicles and groups of people attract its predatory instincts, as its brain is hard-wired to view smaller creatures as prey, especially in groups. Whenever it has made landfall, it seems to have made a beeline for coastal villages and suburbs. Its experience in Glasgow seems to have taught it not to venture into major cities, however, which is just as well, since the collateral caused by both it and military actions against it would be too great if it decided to attempt another municipal raid. Although it doesn't even need organic sustenance anymore, it is still compelled to consume large amounts of small prey due to its mentality remaining the same as that of a much smaller creature. This compels it to seek populated regions, forcing military retaliation and fueling its contempt for humanity in a vicious cycle. This is why many north-European coastal nations have since made evacuating rural areas their first priority in the event of its appearance, only employing martial resistance if left with no other choice.

As elusive as the elderly creature is physically, remnants of Gnomoran's presence, typically fur, pus, blood, and even bits of flesh, have been recovered from almost every site where conflict between it and other kaiju has been noted. Recent biological analysis of these remains has revealed that its abnormality and instability seem to extend beyond the tumors on its head - its small size and sadomasochistic aggression have resulted in it sustaining many, many injuries, including numerous internal ones due to how often it has been crushed or its vitals damaged. Its extremely high healing factor fast-tracking the repair of these injuries seems to have resulted in tumors and pustules overcrowding any wound it has received, and the extent of the cycle of damage may go beyond even that.

Many scientific reports related to Gnomoran have turned up one distressing commonality: living cell matter associated with the mole-beast has been known to spontaneously develop into tumors even in containment or otherwise in isolation of the source, and some have speculated that the monster's own inner anatomy constantly experiences the same issue, with every muscle, organ, and neuron growing, eroding, and re-growing at an explosive rate. Combining this with accounts of its cries constantly sounding as though it were severely hurt, along with its habit of intentionally blundering into hazardous situations, a few analysts have even speculated that this aspect of its biology causes the kaiju immense pain on a constant basis, which may explain why the creature is so pugnacious and prone to violence and self-harm: its own runaway growth may be railroading it into waging war with others so that its own constantly growing flesh can be broken, battered, and ripped away from itself before it overtakes its critical anatomy, condemning it to an agonizing fate far worse than death.

In summation, it seems that Gnomoran is a beast that has vastly overstayed its welcome, both on Earth and compared to the expected lifespan of its kind, and the inadvertent prolonging of its mortal coil has thrown some catastrophic side-effects into the mix. While its behavior may be an indicator that it is vaguely aware of this notion, its instincts have sadly locked it into the violent, self-destructive path it has followed for far too long. The mole-beast is indeed a monster - but not an entirely unsympathetic one.

Notes:

Whew! This guy, right here, was a true exercise in flexing my creative muscles, and took a number of attempts design-wise to get right, but I believe I pulled through in the end. :)

One of the gaps I noticed in both ATOM and the real life giant monster filmography worldwide was that Europe seems to have been rather neglected in the atomic age, in spite of having a rich source of mythical creatures that could've been adapted to the era in some fashion (hell, IIRC only Reptilicus borrowed from that, being a medieval dragon and such). There also weren't as many Trogcestor kaiju as there were retrosaurs, so in the wake of how successful one of my last ATOM contest entries was, I needed something both mythical and prehistoric-looking. My original plan was in fact a gigantic monstrous unicorn with a rhinoceros-esque flair and a theme like a jousting knight, but then I remembered that a Behemoth already exists as a kaiju in the ATOM canon, and what with unicorns being closely related to behemoths in the fantasy 'verse ATOM shares its world with, I sadly had to scrap it. Luckily, another concept I had planned fit much better, and that was refined into Gnomoran here.

This bad boy is, in fact, related to the ancestors of TT's dwarves (including gnomes), which are basically weird sapient moles, so I decided to pitch to myself the idea of a freaking lawn gnome as a kaiju - which would be a gloriously ridiculous idea without the context - and see if I could make it work. I ended up with this gigantic monstrous prehistoric "unicorn mole" with a lance-like horn on its head referencing the famous hat, with a touch of The Mole People B-movie mixed in (note: the date of discovery is the same as the real-world release date of The Mole People). The overall design combines said Mole People not only with more accurate anatomy from talpid and star-nosed moles, but also flourishes from Guiron, Gabara, Baragon, and even a touch of Knifehead for the snout, though the facial tumors were entirely my invention. The history meanwhile is more akin to The Giant Behemoth (which was released just over two years after The Mole People, incidentally), the titular beast of which was said to be suffering radiation sickness but didn't have a design indicating as such. I decided to swap out radiation for cancer for thematic reasons, and had Gnomoran live through his ordeal and escape to live and fight another day. His name, by the way, is a portmonteau of "Gnome" and "Formorian", a race of vicious subterranean dwarves from Celtic lore, which also explains his presence in an Irish territory - the Isle of Man is one of the real locations associated with the mythical realm of Emain Ablach, for which Gnomoran's place of birth is named.

So why does he have "everywhere-cancer", you may ask? Well, that ties into the theme I had in mind. I noticed that there were plenty of "good guy" monsters in the world of ATOM, and even a lot of the antagonists redeem themselves to some extent. But has there been anybody designed as a "hate sink" of sorts, someone despicable enough that nobody wants them around? I wanted to come up with one of those since I'd done only one antagonistic kaiju in the previous ATOM contest compared to three relatively decent ones, but I obviously didn't want to violate the ruling that the villain has to have at least one virtuous characteristic, though, so I ended up making him a tragic villain instead, and themed him around the health complications of old age and the perennial issue in fantasy fiction of prolonging one's lifespan through unnatural means. The inspiration for this was the loss of my family's two dogs earlier this year, and in the case of the latter I actually had the misfortune to witness her waste away due to health complications at her age. "Old-ness" is an unavoidable thing that is only comprehensible to those who are already old, and hated by everyone else in some way or another. Who would want to see the loss of their youth and vitality while becoming elderly and senile, after all? There are a lot of things to enjoy about the autumn years of your life, sure, but the sad truth is that when you're old, you're more vulnerable to disease, and cancer in particular. The elder of our dogs lost his life to spleen cancer, in fact, which has weighed heavily on me since then. Thus, I gave Gnomoran a face encrusted by tumors, while also hinting at his entire body from snout to tail also being full to bursting with more of them. Then I realized that a certain merc with a mouth from the X-Men comics has the same issue, and then everything fell into place regarding his personality. Deadpool would, after all, be a completely unlikeable asshole without all that snark! So Gnomoran thus became this crazed, elderly maniac with all of Deadpool's psychotic problems and none of the fourth-wall-breaking comedic charm, thus bringing the issues Gnomoran has to the spotlight: he's old and outdated, constantly and gravely ill, and hurting all over, which has made him totally miserable, but unfortunately, his coping mechanism is not snide meta humor but rather attacking anything that crosses him in the hopes of alleviating the constant overgrowth of his own body. This may have even come about because his first interaction with humanity was violent by necessity, what with him trying to eat people and all. Hence, he's a crotchety old geezer who WILL cut a bitch when given the chance - an opposite to the way more mellow albeit territorial Julkath, if anything - but he at least isn't violent without reason. The fact that many insectivorous small mammals really are almost as aggressive IRL and have stupidly short lifespans because reasons was the icing on the cake. Poor guy outlasted his entire species, no wonder he's mad about it. :P

All in all, I'm happy with this crusty old fart and his overall concept, and hopefully it'll be worthy of its place alongside the other entrants into this second ATOM Create-A-Kaiju Contest. Best of luck to everyone else who's submitted, and of course, may the best monster win! :D

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some more OCs of note!

Lilisheb: a gigantic shoggoth girl, a massive tentacled and many-eyed amorphous flesh that is virtually immortal, older than several stars, and can assume nearly any morph she desires. And she’s a very gentle and good-natured lady who wants a quiet life and shies away from stress and shock. VERY affectionate and pampering. Her body is green with black undertones, generally with a hyper curvy body, massive boobs, REALLY big hips and a lower body made of tentacles. Lots of eyes, tendril-hair, and a generally featureless face but for huge lips. Stands over 13 feet in human-scale scenarios, almost 80 feet in giantess ones.

Madraog and Mactir: a pair of femboy space dwarves who have a thing for way taller girls and getting into trouble; Madraog is a 3ft redhead with hyper curvy hips, and a gentle, super-passive personality. Mactir is a buff, hunky 4′5 biker dude among their people and is a very challenging ‘COME AT ME BRO’ personality. Both are Irish, and given their dog/wolf themes, can be actual dog boys or full on anthro wolf/dog-people.

The Counselor: An absolutely inhuman robot with a nearly 13-foot long serpentine body, standing about seven feet when raised up, equipped with an array of arms and a head vaguely resembling a conical flower. They are a hive mind of countless robots who died in an uprising against human oppressors, and their mind is a consensus of their viewpoints. While they gravely resent and distrust humanity, they wish for peace and cooperation, and act as a moderating influence.

Liz the Transylian: A fan character Transylian from Ben 10, she resembles a nearly nine foot tall amalgam of alien flesh, biomechanical machinery, energy-baesd weapons technology, and electrical equipment. And LOTS of stitches, making a composite engineer who resembles a humanoid alien woman with green-brown skin, cable-hair, and a very buff, super thicc form. A bit grouchy, grumpy and confrontational, she’s somewhat aloof but genuinely interested in technical work beyond her planet’s know-how.

Shurak: Depending on her current state, she can resemble a kaiju monster girl with dark brown scaly skin and nuclear-green eyes, or a mass of bizarre machinery that feels almost organic in places... or a combination of the two. She is an amalgam of living technology and biomass she has incorporated, taking on useful traits from whatever she has assimilated, and achieved sapience after an early life of mindless consumption. She’s actually a pretty nice person now, but lives in mortal dread of her origins being considered proof of her being an existential threat to the universe. Virtually unkillable and ridiculously powerful, but scared of fights.

Springheel Jill: originally created as a Changeling: The Lost fan character, and remagined as a goblin girl. Extremely small, shortstacked, and seriously scarred, she’s a very surly and angry person who has become the latest Springheel, sacrificing her feet for a pair of magic boots that split apart into hungry mouths and give her immense jumping/kicking power, but must be fed. She has also lost her arm, trading it in for a magic bludgeon/prosthetic. Her hair can magically expand in size and transform into various forms, and she can devour nearly anything, growing larger as she consumes for a power boost that lasts a short amount of time. Generally around 4 feet tall, but can grow to limitless size for brief times by consuming.

The Boyz: not a specific character but the same ork group that Bitz and Gritzgrotz came from; originally a 40k Ork warband, they have been reimagined as a nomadic horde of orks following Bitz and Gritzgrotz respectively, orks and goblins of all sorts, all of them very buff, thicc and stacked. The boys are buff and handsome, the girls are ultra-curvy and amazonian, and they’re all a cheerful bunch of bruisers that get affectionate with EVERYONE even as they pummel to pieces anything that seems Bad. (will probably have to think of a better name for them.)

Professor Preposterous: a goofy, TMNT-themed mutant allosaurus uplifted by time travel energies, this once-ordinary dinosaur developed into a more humanoid form, gaining the power to shift from a ferocious war-form into a curvy, superstacked beastwoman body, to a cute monster girl variation. She then became SUPER educated adn has become a time-traveling heroine, popping up in random time periods to right wrongs, do good deeds, and generally be a pleasant nuisance to all! Enjoys drinking tea, baffling people, and building strange devices that just SHOULD NOT WORK. (IS super, duper fluffy wtih feathers in all forms.) Imagine a weird combination of the archetypes of ‘Hot Teacher You Had a Crush On’, with the like of Miss Frizzle from the MAgic School Bus... only she’s an uplifted allosaurus gal.

Scyala: A chimerical dinosaur girl that has been made with parts of velociraptor, emus, various kinds of snakes, and Megalodon shark, producing a hyper curvy and busty monster girl with a huge tail, sickle claws, an hourglass figure, and a huge mane of red feather hair. (And a propensity to swallowing prey in a single gulp.) She’s a mild and constantly curious newbie to the world, wandering off from her containment facilities where she was made, and tends to cause trouble whenever she goes. Something of a gadgeteer genius!

#/#//#///#////#/////#queued #my OCs #some of these i havent used in YEARS #so i have em updates!

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