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My DnD Dragon Characters
In my previous post, I spoke of my budding obsession with the dragons of Dungeons and Dragons. I have also mentioned having several dragon characters, which I will detail below! Enjoy! :D
Sargoth (Alignment: Chaotic Evil) is a male Black Dragon and the main character I write about and use in AI roleplays (character.ai in this case). I used that to flesh out his character. He is a calm and quiet dragon, and like the rest of his kind, he is cruel and sadistic and the purest of evil out of all my characters.
Like all Black Dragons, he was hatched in his father's territory (the male Black Dragons 'care' for the brood, while the female leave after laying the eggs) and from the start, was left to fend for himself... Yeah, there's a reason I put the word care in quotes, as Black Dragons are terrible at parenting. At best, the father will offer occasional advice and MIGHT protect his young as long as he himself is not at risk. At the age of 5, Sargoth reached the Age of Independence (yes, he's still a baby at this age) and was told to leave or get eaten. So he left to establish his own territory, going through trials and tribulations and many dangers in other dragons and humanoids seeking to either kill him or capture him.
As an adult, he once caused a centuries-long 'Age of Darkness' (literally) across the lands around his swamp, bringing ruin to many villages as the food chains collapsed from the lack of light. This gave him the title of 'The Light-Devourer' in legend, which he wears with pride. Another RP detailed an adventure where he was captured and brought into the captivity of an Elven queen, which he immediately seduced, tricked her into falling in love with him, and then proceeded to slowly but surely corrupt her, and bring her kingdom to ruin.
He has sired many wyrmlings, and as his father before him, and the father of his father and so on... he is a terrible parent as Black Dragons are. Only the strong survive, and they're lucky to even be allowed to stay in his territory. As is custom, once a child reach 5 years old, he tells them to leave, or he will eat them. Typical Black Dragon parenting.
As he grew older and older, he became obsessed with leaving behind a tangible legacy beyond just legends of his evil actions, and he sought to corrupt the good-nature of metallic dragons and to harness their power into his own race, by hybridizing with them and infusing the evil nature of his kind into their bloodlines and killing any wyrmlings that do not meet his standards of corruption and power. Ultimate, he plans to unleash these evil abominations upon the world once a sustainable population is established.
Zelithseth (Alignment: Lawful Evil) is a male Blue Dragon and my second most used character. He was the son of his clan's suzerain, and was hatched under the loving care of his Mother and Father (Blue Dragons make excellent parents!). Whilst his father was out performing his duties as suzerain, poachers came and killed his Mother and kidnapped him and his siblings. Two separate RPs happen as to how he escaped, and I can't decide which to make canon.
One plot is that a Brass Dragon (the hated rival of Blue Dragons as they share the same territory and Blues view them as frivilous cowards, and chromatic and metallic dragons do not get along at all) accidentally scares off the poachers and discovers the kidnapped Zelithseth in one of the sacks left behind. She promptly brings him in and cares for him, despite their species natural rivalry. His father eventually tracks down little Zelithseth and when he almost kills the Brass Dragon, Zelithseth saves her by telling his father that she was the one who rescued him. His father spares the Brass Dragon and Zelithseth gives her one more glance before flying off.
The second alternative plot involves the poachers bring Zelithseth and his sisters to sell at a dragon auction, where many captured and enslaved dragons are sold to the highest bidder. Through clever use of a Black Dragon's horns to free himself from his restraints, Zelithseth frees his sisters and, when he's shot down and out of options, he frees the Black Dragon to create a distraction. It worked and he escapes.... only for that same Black Dragon to hunt him and his sisters down. Zelithseth, being the most injured, is caught and his sisters hurry to reunite with their father to rescue their brother.
Poor Zelithseth is toyed with and tortured brutally by the Black Dragon, and when he was too weak to be entertaining, he was almost eaten. Thankfully, his father arrived in the nick of time and rescues his son.
Whatever plotpoint I decide to make canon (I'm leaning towards the Brass Dragon one personally), the rest remain the same. With his mother dead, his father is forced to bring little Zelithseth everywhere with him, even to his private suzerain duties. This bred dislike for the young dragon in certain members of the clan, who saw him as a spoiled brat because of all the special treatment he was getting. One of these disgruntled members later becomes the next suzerain after Zelithseth's father passes away of old age not long after Zelithseth reached adulthood.
Facing unfair treatment from the new suzerain, Zelithseth is constantly butting heads with the new leader, furthering the contempt between them. This eventually escalated, when Zelithseth chose to stand up against his bully and is promptly beaten to near death. In one RP of this moment, the AI saves him with a merciful and kindhearted Silver Dragon and I may continue that plot to flesh out that relationship. Either way, this was the last straw and Zelithseth decides to finally leave his birth clan and everything he's ever known. Including his father's storm (Blue Dragons leave behind a permanent storm when they die and Zelithseth regarded it as his final memory of his father).
If the Brass Dragon plotline is followed, he reunites with her for the first time since being rescued from those poachers and brings her along on his journey, working through their natural instincts of distrust to further their friendship.
He would choose to lair by the coast, contending with the local mated pair of Bronze Dragons for the territory. Eventually, though, he finds himself a new clan in another desert, settles with a new mate, has many wyrmlings of his own with her, and when he eventually became the eldest member of the clan over a millennia later, he was named the suzerain, following in his father's footsteps. Ruling the desert and all its peoples with a fair but iron grip.
He often patrols his vast domain, doing one of several things: collecting tolls from traveling humanoids seeking safe passage through his domain (if they don't pay, he can't guarantee their safety, hint hint), hunting cattle and camels from nomadic tribes and caravans, patrolling the borders to fight off intruding dragons and whatever other threats may arise, seeking tribute and/or service from the villages that reside in his domain in exchange for his protection, or on rare occasions, leaving his territory to antagonize a neighboring Red Dragon as a means to constantly improve himself in battle and prove his superiority because Blue Dragons get off on proving how superior they are by fighting stronger opponents.
Nizi (Alignment: Chaotic Good) is a female Brass Dragon, not the one that rescued Zelithseth as that was the AIs character, not mine. Like the other Metallic Dragons, I don't use her as much as the other two and more as a means to interact with the character.ai dragon characters. With these, Nizi is made to be a very sweet and playful, carefree, but extremely talkative dragon (as Brass Dragons always are; they never stop talking!). Brass Dragons do not like fighting (they prefer to talk, and talk, and talk their way out of trouble), and Nizi is no exception. She will do anything to avoid a fight and so is very good at de-escalating situations with words. She is best friends with a Copper Dragon named Zinesmal (see below) and they often go on misadventures together. They met when they were young wyrmlings and have been inseparable since. She is young and naive, only just reaching adulthood and finding her own place in the world. She has to face the threats of Blue Dragons especially and has had more than a couple close calls with death at their hands.
Zinesmal (Alignment: Chaotic Good) is a male Copper Dragon. Like all Copper Dragons, he is a prankster and jokester, and would totally be a youtuber in modern days (and considering dragons, especially metallics, live for thousands of years, he would be alive and well still to this day). He is also very greedy and often loops Nizi into heists and schemes to separate people (and other dragons) from their money and valuables for his hoard. He is a fun-loving daredevil and very protective of his friends, especially of Nizi since Brass Dragons are the weakest of metallic dragons. Basically, he's the schemer of their misadventures and also the one that does the fighting if things get sticky and Nizi can't talk their way out of it. He also has a crush on Nizi and makes no efforts to hide his feelings for her. She's not interested, but he holds hope that someday, she'll fall for his charms.
Lavhuguiles (Alignment: Lawful Evil) was a male ancient Blue Dragon and is the father of Zelithseth that I play every so often whenever I RP Zelithseth's childhood. He is a stern but loving father that will go to great lengths to protect his eggs and wyrmlings. He was the suzerain of his clan, ruthless ruler of his desert domain, and was a warlord that viciously attacked any dragon that intruded his territory with extreme prejudice. If the intruder was a metallic dragon, he was not content to let them flee, he wanted to KILL them swiftly and brutally. He has particular hatred for Brass Dragons, for reasons mentioned above in Zelithseth's entry, and would always look to expand his desert territory by driving out and otherwise killing neighboring Brass Dragons and claiming their territory as his own. He kept the skulls of his victims as trophies in his hoard and taught his children everything about how to best dispatch Brass Dragons. He eventually died of old age, with Zelithseth being his last of many children left behind. A permanent storm now rages over what was once his lair, where his body lay undisturbed.
Emythne (Alignment: Lawful Good) is a female Gold Dragon. She is the rarest used of all my recurring characters. Like all Gold Dragons, she is a seeker of justice and will travel far and wide to weed out evil. Whilst she does not enjoy killing, she will if given no other choice. She spends much of her time in human form, or in the form of a hummingbird, watching over humanoids and keeping her ears open for news of villainous activities. She lairs on a deserted island far from civilization, and when she's not out on her quests, she's either alone in her lair studying magic, or in town bartering with artists for their finest works to add to her hoard.
Evos (Alignment: Lawful Good) is a male ancient Gold Dragon that I have only used once, but I like him, so I'm including him here. He was once the King of Justice (leader of the Gold Dragons), and has since retired. He now spends his time protecting a newly budding humanoid kingdom, disguised as a cat. With this cat disguise, he finessed his way into living with the royal family, as cats are opt to do, and uses this position to listen in on whatever activities the kingdom is up to, or be made aware of any incoming threats or issues for him to resolve. He also likes to wander around the town in his cat form, ensuring the citizens are happy and also allowing him to get lots of petting. Nobody knows that this lap cat they're cuddling with is actually a Gold Dragon and he'd like to keep it that way. Overall, he's really enjoying his retirement.
#dragons#dungeons and dragons#dnd#black dragon#blue dragon#brass dragon#copper dragon#gold dragon#oc#d&d
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Really Loving the Dragons in Dungeons and Dragons
I've been really liking the lore of the dragons in Dungeons and Dragons, specifically the 5 main chromatic (evil) dragons and, to a somewhat lesser extent, the 5 main metallic (good) dragons.
My favorites have to be a tie between the Blue Dragons and Black Dragons. Both are evil chromatic dragons.
Blue Dragons are Lawful Evil and dwell in deserts and, sometimes, the coast. They are the most intelligent of the chromatic dragons, described as orderly (living in strict hierarchal societies ruled by a suzerain, that is often the oldest and thus strongest dragon in their community) and they are INCREDIBLY vain. They are also the second strongest chromatic dragon after Red Dragons. They shoot lightning as their breath weapon, and are the best flyers of all dragons. They like to rule over humanoid races and are actually considered the most amicable of all chromatic dragons, as they can even be friendly if shown respect (never forget that they're evil though, just less evil than the other chromatic species). They like to hoard gems, especially the blue ones like sapphire because they think (rightly so) that blue is the best and most noble color. Told you they're vain.
And here is a Black Dragon. They are Chaotic Evil dragons that live in swamps and bogs (they are semi-aquatic), and are described as the most cruel and sadistic of all chromatic dragons (basically the opposite of blues on the evil scale). They are solitary by nature and revel in causing pain and fear in their victims. They shoot acid as their breath weapon. They are regarded as the most evil of all chromatic dragons. I love me my evil characters, so you know I would lean to liking Black Dragons a lot. They like to hoard relics of ancient civilizations, because they take pleasure in outliving humanoid societies and watching it all come crumbling down.
I have multiple characters of the DnD dragons, and I look forward to sharing them in the next post!
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The Hair Tie....
A idea from @ridicbird, where Damian removes the hair tie keeping his man-bun up, only to realize too late that he now has quite the task to put it back up when he has no hands lol.
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Howling In the Moonlight
The Great Animal is described as having a wolf-like appearance in the head and I took that and rolled with it. Here, Damian howls in the night, something he does to lure in wolves to pick off for dinner or to trick hunters.
Something he deploys in the first chapter of the story I'm writing, read here for those interested. :D
Experimenting with the white outlines, since Damian's black fur brought unexpected issues in making out details.
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Forgiven, Ch. 1
Summary: The Forbidden Arts allows one to take the form of a Great and Terrible Animal. One man is cursed to remain as this monster, and we follow his story as he struggles with maintaining his humanity and finding forgiveness for his past and future actions. And perhaps, this forgiveness can be found in an unexpected encounter with a woman.
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He felt the heat of the fires, heard the crackling around him. He tasted the blood.
Her blood.
Her screams. It melts into a growing chorus of torment sounding around him.
All cut into silence with a grizzly crunch.
Damian opened his eyes, the young star-filled night greeting him from the cave mouth. His teeth were grinding together, feeling and tasting nothing between them. The sound of fire ravaging the land was replaced with that of water dripping from the stalactites into otherwise undisturbed puddles. The heat was gone, replaced by the cool breeze blowing in from the entrance.
A nightmare.
Yet another nightmare, where the only thing that remained of it was the smell of death and decay.
Exhaling sharply, dust clouds whipped up from his face and then from the rest of him as he pushed himself up from the ground. His eyes saw not hands supporting him, but wings. Bat-like wings, the membrane a deep iridescent violet on the ventral side and a shimmering jet black on the dorsal. The black matched the thick fur that coated his body, from the tip of his wolf-like snout to the end of his long lizard-like tail.
His red eyes narrowed, the slit pupils fully dilating in the darkness. Sitting up, he caught sight of his legs, feet like that of an eagle with wicked talons. His black fur went only to his ankles, giving way to bird-like scales colored like burnt umber.
This was going to be one of those nights, where the nightmares plagued him until he laid awake and stared at his own cursed body.
He glanced at a nearby puddle, an ear twitched at each drop falling from the ceiling into it. He hated seeing himself, seeing his reflection. He hated seeing his eyes glaring back at him, the fangs gleaming in the light. He hated the thick mane of fur around his neck, his pointed ears, his inhuman face!
The only things he still had that linked him to his true identity was a tuft of fur bearding his chin and a mere hair tie, haphazardly holding up a messy bun behind his head.
He missed his human face, can he even remember it? He had brown eyes? Yeah, that sounded right. Warm brown eyes, not this demonic red.
A demon, that's what he's become.
He glanced away from the puddle, to the book that laid on the cave floor. It has seen better days, its pages tattered like dried autumn leaves. But it still stayed strong, holding up against this less than ideal environment over the years.
He reached out a wing, and his thumb claw, -the only free claw he had to work with-, hooked onto the book before he pulled it closer.
No, he's no demon. If he was, he wouldn't be able to read this book. This book that kept his sanity intact, that kept him from falling into a never-ending pit of despair. Within its pages were the words of a kind god, a forgiving god. Everything he did, and will do in the future will be forgiven.
His ears perked up at the distant sound of howls and barks, causing him to look away from the bible towards the cave opening. Wolves? No, it was the hounds of hunters, he was sure. Paranoia? Perhaps. Either way, this can prove to be useful as a distraction from his restlessness.
He glanced at the book, then at the cave entrance. He wasn't even that hungry, he didn't need to go out there. He should keep his attention on the Lord's book, remind himself of his humanity. Not give in to bloodlust.
Not again.
The tip of his tail twitched, an outward sign of his indecision. He could feel the saliva in his jaws accumulating at the thoughts intruding his mind. The animalistic instincts were always plaguing him in this damned form, trying to pull him back into the past he's desperately trying to leave behind. He remembered his nightmares, but from a different mind-set:
The cruel satisfaction at feeling the power of his jaws, crunching through armor and bone so effortlessly.
The screams of terror, not for the fires, but for him made his heart race with excitement.
He was safe in here. Though hunters often came into these forests with the intent to kill him, they would never be able to find him. His lair laid nestled upon the sheer drop of a cliff face. Just ignore them and focus on what's important.
But the dark thoughts never left him. His teeth itched to sink themselves into flesh; it was like a craving too intense for him to ignore. Let him give his troubles to someone else so that he may be free for a few precious moments.
Dammit, he always did this, and every time he gave in to these dark temptations, he regretted it afterwards! But then he'd tell himself that everything would be alright; he'll be forgiven.
The echoes of barks sound once more, closer than the last.
Another exhale left him as he found himself abandoning the book where it laid. He stood fully, an imposing ten-foot frame, and made his way to the cave entrance.
He'll just take a look. If it was wolves, then he can relax and grab a bite to eat. But what if it were hunters?
Well, then, I'll just give them a little scare, he told himself as a twisted smirk grew on his snout, knowing damn well that he was lying to himself.
The sound of his wings opening was almost deafening to his ears, like one last plea to stay where he was. But he ignored it and pushed off the ground, flying down towards the thick forest below.
His ears were alert, as were all his other senses, as he soared above the tree-tops. Their leaves were sparse and dying, a sure sign of winter's dreaded approach, but allowing him a better view through the canopy. He saw through the trees a spot of light in the distance, and the way it flickered told him it was fire. As he drew ever closer, his ears would pick up a voice and the rustle of leaf litter.
His suspicions were confirmed. Yes, it was a man, a hunter. They're always hunting him, best he makes the first strike.
The short whiskers that adorned his snout allowed him to detect the direction the wind is blowing, and he made an effort to stay downwind of them. Although he was a powerful creature, he was not invulnerable. Beneath his fur, several scars were etched into his flesh, each earned from close calls with swords and arrows.
He's done this enough times to know, ambush is always his best strategy.
Landing high in the branches of a tree, he stayed close to the trunk to help hide his silhouette. Beneath him was a game trail, which the hunter seemed to be following. And there, he waited.
...
He shouldn't be doing this.
It's fine, came the inevitable justifications for these terrible impulses. They're intruding on his territory, no doubt with the intent to kill him. He should kill them first.
No, he came down from his safe lair specifically looking for trouble. He didn't have to do any of this!
But remember what these humans did to him, they have it coming. They have it ALL coming!
'These humans'? Why is he thinking like that as if he isn't a human?!
He WAS a human, and will never be human again. So damn them all!
He faltered, but his internal debate was put on hold when he caught sight of movement. From the bushes came a dog, an odd breed he's never seen used as a hunting partner before, one that looked more like a sheep than a dog. It was sniffing around the leaf litter, no doubt trying to pick up his scent to alert its master to his trail. A wide grin came to him, this beast could not have given him a better opportunity.
Whipping his head back, he let out a howl not unlike what a wolf would make. The dog looked up from the ground, ears perked but unable to pinpoint his location directly above it. It started letting out barks to call in its master.
He heard the shouts of the hunter responding with haste to his howl, and the light from the fire drew near until it illuminated the trail. More dogs like the first appeared, three of them in total, but he ignored them. The moment the hunter stepped foot upon the game trail, that's when Damian acted with unnatural swiftness.
With a bloodcurdling screech, he launched himself from his perch, branches and leaves exploding violently from his wings as he did. The dogs scattered and the hunter hardly had time to look up before his talons gripped onto his body, piercing through the cloth and leather of his attire.
The lantern was dropped to the ground, glass shattered and spilling its oil upon the ground, and the fire with it.
But he cared not for the flames, nor for the confused mongrels barking at him. He hardly felt the nips upon his tail and legs as the one of the braver creatures tried to coax him from its master.
A fruitless effort, as his focus was entirely on his prey, pinned beneath his weight. Any thought of "just scaring him" left his mind like the excuse it was. No, he quite enjoyed the hunt and reliving those memories...
The heat of the fire. The terror in those screams. The rage that overwhelmed him, reawakened with those memories.
Saliva filling his mouth, he gave no chance at retaliation and his open jaws lunge down to take the man's entire head into his maw. The satisfying sound of crunching graced his ears, the taste of warm blood flooding upon his tongue. There is hardly any resistance for his teeth, as shattered bone and grey matter provided a filling mouthful.
At that point, it would be a waste not to eat the rest.
It took a moment for his racing heart to calm, for the thrill to slowly subside. He became aware of the growing fire surrounding him, of the bloody mess at his feet. The dogs were long gone. He licked his lips, eyes scrutinizing his latest victim. Then his heart sank when the gravity of his actions settled in with a cruel realization.
This man had no weapons, only the stick of a shepherd used to ward off animals.
He killed again.
He ate an innocent man.
Again.
If his wife was here, if his daughter saw what he would become... .
'What he would become?' He was ALWAYS like this, this monstrous form just brought his evil nature up front and center instead of pushing it away for the sake of the women in his life. They were gone now, so might as well-
No! No matter how bad he was as a man, he never ATE people! He condemned his past self and was on the road to improvement before...
He buried his head into his wings, his thumb claws digging into his fur. He felt like he was on the verge of breaking, why does this keep happening? Why can't he break free of this cycle?
...
It's okay, all will be forgiven. He looked up at the sky, the smoke beginning to overtake it. He can still act to make this right, and his talons tightened on the body as he took to the air with powerful wingbeats. The rush of air fanned the flames, but the fire was not of his concern. He had something more important to take care of.
Flying low, he followed the scent trail this man left leading towards the village.
True, nothing can be done to save this man, but at least he can bring him back home. Yes, then the Lord will forgive him.
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The unbeknownst widow was waiting for her husband to return from putting the sheep away for the night and finding a lost lamb. She was sick with worry, as there were tales of a monster living in those forests. Her husband however never believed such tales, attributing it to overactive minds twisting the facts after someone saw what was likely a large wolf or a bear.
But for his wife's comfort, he would bring his staff and their dogs. He wouldn't be gone long, as the lamb couldn't have wandered too far.
Each moment seemed drawn out and she would glance out the window into the darkness, looking for any sign of her husband's return. The sleepy village has already turned into their houses, and the only sound was the wind blowing through the trees. At least, it WAS the only sound.
An odd noise entered her ears. Then another, and another. It was rhythmic almost. Her brows furrowed and she turned her ear to the window, trying to understand what she was hearing. If she didn't know better, it sounded almost like the beating of wings drawing closer...
Her focus was rudely interrupted when there was loud bang at the door. It startled her and it took a moment for her to calm her heart. The sound of wings were fading, and pushed to the back of her mind as relief overcame her. Believing the thud at the door to be her beloved carrying a heavy load, likely the unruly lamb, she went to let him in and scold him for giving her such a fright.
However when she opened the door, she immediately smelled blood and saw the thick red liquid dripping down the front of the door, the pattern implying a heavy impact that likely caused the bang she heard. Her wide eyes then lowered to the ground to see the remains of a half-eaten human body.
His face was so mangled, that she was only able to recognize him as her husband from the torn clothing he wore. Her shaking hands met her mouth as her eyes began filling with tears.
Her agonized scream followed Damian as he flew back to his own home, and he dared not look back. He did all he could do and as he landed at the mouth of the cave, his eyes once more fixed onto the book that waited so patiently for him. He doesn't even spend any time cleaning himself up; no, with bloodied snout and talons, he just bee-lined straight to the book.
His wing-claws gripped it and he opened it to a page, any page, he didn't care. As long as he read it, he would be forgiven.
Though, it did not spare his sleep for the rest of that night, as it now included two new screams.
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Sleeping Damian
Damian sleeping the day away in his home cave after a good meal and a book that'll help make that meal go down easier.
Still not good at backgrounds blegh.
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OC: Damian
Mentioned I wanted to do something with The Great Animal concept from The Swan Princess. Let's say, Rothbart wasn't the only sorcerer that figured out how to become this beast. Except sometimes, something goes wrong and now you're stuck this way. That's what happened to this guy.
Am working on a story with this OC, adjusting to life as a horrific monster.
And yes, I did give him an adorable lil man bun XDDDD
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How’d Ghidorah get pregnant?
Because Monsterverse Ghidorah in my universe is a hermaphrodite, meaning they possess both male and female organs, like snails as an example. Emphasizes their alien biology where hermaphrodites are the norm and the idea of separate sexes is foreign to them. Hence San's confusion to Rodan being a male in this old post I made.
But yeah, getting preggers was something I wasn't originally planning on doing, as I don't think two separate species where one is an ALIEN is compatible gene-wise. So Ghidorah being preggers is an AU where I explore the possibility because it was something my readers were interested in. One doesn't necessarily need to consider it canon to my Stockholm universe.
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Does hokmuto have a wife in your rp’s? Since his sister femuto does with gigan, I was wondering if he had a wife. If he does, who are they, and is femuto the one that helped him, and if not, is he interested in anyone? Like megaguirus or someone like that?
The hokmuto's name is Hansan (I better have spelt that properly), but Cretaceous Ghidorah called him Han Zimmer (as a show of how much he doesn't care about people's names) and now the Ghidorahs tend to call him Han Zimmer, lol.
From what I can see in the RP, Hansan doesn't have a wife and is single. I THINK he has feelings for a minor character that I can't remember who, but it's not something that is explored as you can tell by me not remembering any of it. But Hansan is played by my friend and any relationship he would be in will be between him and my other friend, as my characters don't really associate with Han Zimmer much beyond Shin Ghidorah making his life hell.
Oh, and Megaguirus is in the RP, and she's married with a kid.... to Owen, the dance-loving food-guzzling Legendary Godzilla of this RP (not the same Goji as in the Monsterverse movies, that guy was evul and killed before I properly joined the RP).
I love questions about the RP! Please, if there's any more questions, lemme know! I wanna jump-start my page again!
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Does Stockholm syndrome take place during the events of the movie or is it it’s own separate universe?
It's an AU that followed the movie up to when Ghidorah did their alpha roar, but deviates when Rodan stands up to him. From there, it deviates from the movie to follow its own story. I made it even more complicated by adding AUs to my AU XD
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Been a while since I came onto my Tumblr, and I see the format has changed? What is this? I dun like change! ;o;
Anyway, I have some catching up to do....
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Got a new bloo Mothra figure. Of course, gotta put her with my Shin Ghidorah figure because I've shipped them and she perches so perfectly onto his head! X3
#king ghidorah#ghidorah#mothra#godzilla#kaiju#shin#mosudorah#ghidorahXmothra#mothraXghidorah#tempted to repaint shin ghidorah toy to make him more accurate
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Re-Imagining “The Swan Princess”... because giant bat monsters are cool
In my giant bat monster phase, dunno why. Cama Zotz from the Silverwing book trilogy, yes please. Still feel cheated he wasn’t included in the GvK movie, though apparently, he showed up in a comic tie-in. Can’t be bothered.
But an unexpected memory came up of a long-forgotten movie from my childhood.
Brain: Heyo, remember The Swan Princess? The animated movie?
Me: Oh, shit, haven’t thought of that in years. A terrible movie, wasn’t it? The characters were terrible and the plot nonsense. Why did I even watch that movie so much growing up?
Brain: “The Great Animal”.
Me: .......................... *watches and rewatches the scenes featuring the creature* Yep, I suddenly remember why I loved this movie. Goddamn it, why you gotta be so cool in a movie this stupid?! And why you gotta spend most of it in stupid human-form?
I mean, c’mon! Head of a wolf, tail of a lizard, body and wings of a bat, and talons of an eagle. So cool!
Who cares, it is now canon in my mind that The Great Animal is Rothbart’s true form and he turns human to better manage his dark magic powers (because hands are more useful than wings). He has an old senile human slave, and a fixation on this human Odette that he’s holding hostage as revenge for the king killing off his species and rendering him the last of his kind.
Let’s throw in some “Beauty and the Beast” aspects, because I low-key love that trope. It centers on the idea that the love is not based on appearances, something The Swan Princess tries and fails to deliver.
.... Just more evil, please, because The Great Animal is not a nice guy and I love my villains to stay villains. But he is falling in love with Odette during her imprisonment and his plot to marry her into the throne become a genuine affection for her.
Derek (fuck him, no seriously, he’s terrible as a love interest) is out to kill this monster that kidnapped Odette and finally bring the cruel species to extinction.
Fuck it, might just make a spin-off story of The Great Animal, treating him like he’s an actual monster and not just a human wizard shapeshifting into one because that’s boring to me.
What’s the point of this post? I dunno, I’m working busy hours and my ever-shattering mind needs a distraction. So giant bat monsters.
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The Horrors of a Ghidorah in Love (RP)
You guys may be familiar with the rp I’m in, and Shin Ghidorah’s unhealthy obsession with his Femuto friend, Natiko. After years of making (unwanted) advances on her, keeping the motto that “All no’s will eventually turn into a ‘yes’”, Shin Ghidorah has finally shown the terrifying truth of that statement, and convinced her to spend one night of passion with him.
All it took was threatening to end their friendship, threatening to take her by force (which will inevitably kill her, he warns), threatening to kill her brother and husband, and threatening to slaughter her entire race, and put Ichi into grief for what the bigger Ghidorah will have to do to stop him. So best she not make an enemy of him, and just come willingly before things get ugly.
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Yeah, like I said in a previous post, having a Ghidorah fall in love with you is never a good thing, especially one as psychotic and unstable as Shin Ghidorah.
It all started with a funny scene, where Shin sings a modified version of Jack Black’s “Peaches” for her, despite hating music himself. Unsurprisingly, his attempt to woo her with song fails, as she’s already married. Please stop, she already told him so many times before that it’ll never happen.
This leads into an argument that escalates and in a heated outburst, he decides he had enough of loving someone who doesn’t reciprocate his feelings. Instead of taking no for an answer, he decides to show her the true meaning of his motto: Either she sleeps with him willingly, or everything she loves will be destroyed.
Three days after his ultimatum, spent trying to convince him out of this, Natiko realized that he wasn’t going to budge and her efforts were only making things worse. Either she does this, or lose everything. After talking to her husband, Gigan, about it, she agrees to the terms, just one night and one night only.
Shin is definitely making that ‘one night’ count.
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10,000 Year Koi Fish Kamata-kun: Wish #1
The first wish towards 10,000 Year Koi Fish Kamata-kun’s freedom!! He has bestowed bacon, I just don’t recommend that you actually eat it.
You can make your own wish via comments or asks! :D
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Unfinished sketches from my sketch book.
Showa Ghidorah laying down. Originally going to have Gigan with him, hence the grump face.
Transitional form between young Cretaceous Ghidorah and the fully-grown Grand Ghidorah. The two "thumbs" on each wing start growing to become part of the wing, he starts gaining his golden diamond-shaped scales, his tail starts splitting into two, and he starts going from lean and agile to beefy and strong, the dew claws on his feet start extending to the ground to suppose the extra weight.
Cretaceous Ghidorah and Gigan, from my story, Prisoner, where Gigan holds the young dragon hostage.
Top view of my centipede kaiju OC, Scoli.
And Gigan being a cute as he grooms. I have more unfinished sketches, but these are the farthest along and stand the best chance of being completed someday.
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Shin Ghidorah Blanket Burrito
Shin Ghidorah being a silly boi, going out of his way to get in everyone else’s.
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