#kaiju catnap

[kaiju-wolfdragon]

Smiling critters as kaijus

[a-wildkinventure]

Hey there!!

@a-wildkinventure here! you can call me Venture!

[I know this post is long, but please read till the end!]

I use he/they pronouns.

In addition, I also use it/its [I use neos but don't list here]

I am part of a questioning [not currently diagnosed] sys, in addition to being polykin and therian so... chaos will ensue.

Although this blog is dedicated specifically to kin chaos.

[in specific I am a c-linker/c-kin in addition to non-linking kin with fictionflicker and exotrauma experiences as well as having a very strong connection to kinmems]

please try to understand that this is my only safe place to talk about kin stuff... so I really, REALLY just want to exist... and even here I'm not sure how 'safe' I feel...

What I'm cool with doing:

[On a scale from 1 to 10]

Chatting with other fictionkin [or kin in general, other, fiction, etc.] - 10/10, definitely! talk with me peeps!

[especially if you are from my sources!!! Fallout 4, Kong Skull Island or Kaiju in general, Murder Drones, Sally Face, Metal Family, Coraline, Chikn Nuggit, Tangled the Series, Carrion, UTMV, Dumbo, etc!!!]

[Trying] to make moodboards - 7/10, I am kind of shit at these but will still try!

[Trying] to make stimboards - 2/10, I am total shit at these and probably won't try, but I'd love to learn!

Talking with doubles - 9/10, might weird me out a bit at first, but hell yeah, dude!

Offering kin help - 5/10, I can try! I'm actually pretty new to understanding that I am kin, so I might not be good.

Anything NSFW in asks - 2/10, depends on context... I'm usually VERY sex and sexual/sexuality repulsed, but within REASON I can handle NSFW stuff. Just don't go out of your way to be a horny freak ig? [Not meant to be negative, but I've dealt with too much sexual shit in my life...]

All The Kin-formation!

High Kin(s):

HABIT

Evan Myers

Alex Kralie (Canon Compliant)

Alex Kralie (Vampire AU)

Alex Kralie (different AU, unsure as to which)

The Observer

Josh

Tim Wright

Slenderman

Jack Nyras

Hansel

Medium Kin(s):

Lordy / Lordi

Swampy

Harold Biddle

Gustav Shvagenbagen

Bezel

Carrion

Sal Fisher

Jane Doe

Low Kin(s):

Heavy

Hvitur

BEN DROWNED

Alice Liddel

Chesnok

Catnap & Catfeine

Dormant Kin(s):

[Label used for kintypes that I have not had shifts for in a long time, to the point where I am unsure what happened to them. Something I attribute to fictionflickering]

Template

Toby Rogers

Casey Junior

Wyborne Lovat

Varian

Zombie Drone

Disassembly Drone

Skullcrawler

Glowing Deathclaw

My Kintypes [all]:

Glowing Deathclaw, Skullcrawler, Zombie Drone, Disassembly Drone, Sal Fisher, Chesnok, Lordy / Lordi, Wyborne Lovat, Bezel, Carrion, Varian, Template, Casey Junior, Heavy Shvagenbagen, Catnap & Catfeine, Gustav Shvagenbagen, Tobias "Ticci Toby" Rogers, Jack "Eyeless Jack" Nyras, BEN DROWNED, Hansel, Alice Liddel, Slenderman, Tim Wright, Hvitur, Harold Biddle, Jane Doe, Josh, Swampy, HABIT, Evan Myers, Alex Kralie (Vamp AU), Alex Kralie (Canon Compliant), Alex Kralie (some other AU), Indigo Chinese Pangolin, The Observer

(Copingkin types: Heavy Shvagenbagen, HABIT/Evan)

(Copinglink types: BEN DROWNED)

Kinsidering Kintypes:

Lif (Metal Family)

You can see me on the fictionkinfessions blog, I use 2 emoji combos for my confession signings. Here are some of them!

(aka ones I've used for submissions)

🎀💔 (Lordy confessions), 🍻🌟 (now for Chesnok confessions), 📼🎸(Sal Fisher confessions), 🐈‍⬛🌫 (Wybie confessions), ⏱️🌌 (Bezel confessions), 🥩🪱 (Carrion confessions), 🧪⚡️(Varian confessions), ✒️🔄 (Template confessions), 🚂🎪 (Casey Junior confessions), 🐾🗺 (Pokémon??? confessions), 🤘🐱 (Heavy confessions), 📏🎼 (Gustav confessions), ☀️🌘 (Catnap/Catfeine confessions), 🩹🌲(Toby Rogers confessions), 👁🔪 (Jack Nyras confessions), 💾🎮 (BEN DROWNED confessions), 👗🎠 (Alice confessions), 🍜🤳 (Ennui confessions), ⚫️🫀 (Venom confessions), 🌲👔 (Slenderman confessions), 🚬🍂 (Masky / Tim Wright confessions), ❄️💎 (Hvitur confessions), 🚺🎢(Jane Doe confessions), 📹🛤 (Josh confessions), 🐊🛀 (Swampy confessions)🐇👾 (HABIT confessions), 👽🗡 (Evan confessions), 🩸👓 - (Alex Kralie Vampire AU confessions), 👓📼 (Alex Kralie no AU confessions), 👓🎧 (Alex Kralie *unknown AU* confessions), 🎀🦔 (Indigo Chinese Pangolin Google Doodles, Pangolin Love confessions), 👓👁 (The Observer confessions)

( ps. I use I/me on this blog instead of we/ours because kin related things are ONLY associated with me [the core], I seem to be the only kinner *I think I'm wording that right?* as well as the only therian. hence the I/me. also, fakeclaiming syscource people... fuck all the way off, please. I just want to EXIST and BE MYSELF. Like, I'll stay off your posts, respect your DNIs but if you come to ME, I WILL block you... I just want a space to feel free to have my identity, because apparently I can't just "Be Myself" as people always told me anymore. Like... I'm not claiming to be endo, I'm not claiming to be tulpa or willo, or traumatically formed.. I don't I'm know WHY this happened.. just saying I have experiences, even though they won't really be talked about here, my shitty anxiety wants me to try to safeguard myself against fakeclaiming and hatred because I just want to go through a day feeling a bit okay about who I am for once... like... feeling okay about ALL of me, not just some cherry-picked "socially acceptable" aspects... )

more ps. PFP does not belong to me that is someone else's art... I belive I found it on Pinterest, but I do not remember the poster.

In addition, my banner is an edited / compiled version of two moodboards that soldier-requests made for me. So again... not mine, technically.

[sonicasura]

Funny idea for the Kaiju No.8 and Poppy Playtime crossover, Futaba is able to scare a lot of the Defense Force members mainly due to the fact she's a good mother and she won't let anyone hurt her children. This becomes apparent when she manages to knock out one officers from HQ who didn't listen that the toys were to be left alone with a simple metal ladel

Hell hath no fury like an angry mother. This particular incident definitely involved Theo(Catnap), Daliah(Miss Delight), and Vin(Boxy Boo) or the Troubled Trio as I call them. Kafka kept his word about not giving up on them despite the harsher problems these three had.

Finding Daliah an outlet for her unstable violent outbursts, break Vin's forced human flesh only diet and undo any remaining cult idealisms from Theo. Some of the officers had doubts despite the various breakthroughs made by either Kafka, Ami, or Futaba. It wasn't uncommon for them to say harsh things behind everyone's backs.

Futaba caught one such session and immediately threw hands when a particularly ballsy officer said something harsh about Theo despite the cat being in hearing range. Soshiro reprimands his soldiers afterwards and a little seminar would be later held for the 3rd Division. He was going to drill in everyone's heads that the toys were young victims they failed to protect.

Nobody is harassing any of them as they all are willing to better themselves despite the harsh trauma suffered by their former captors.

[maurooochanthejellomjlimefan2022]

MauroooChan Aka Jasmine, DJ

Scooby Doo and Shaggy (Scooby Doo), it's not on there as of Exclusive Version, It'll appear on Deviantart as of Exclusive Version, Not Sure, Depends on Further Notice

Mae Borowski & Bea (Night in the Woods)

Mae Borowski & Bea (Night in the Woods) hangin' out but their species are swapped for that day

Countess Le Grande (Cinderella 2) Blowing Pink Bubblegum

Shiny Espathra (Appeared in Area Zero/Pokemon SV), Luxray (Pokemon DP)

Banshee (Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss Oc) (Rattlesnake1999)

Extreme2024

Trace and Aurora (Aurascope) Didn't expect Tenna's Face (Deltarune Chapter 3) appeared on TV

Dog Movies: Shiloh, Fluke, Muffin from Napoleon, Rusty: A Dog's Tale, Operation Dalmation

Chiki's Chase

Extreme2024 as Diane Clone (Dreamworks The Bad Guys series)

Don Coyote (The Adventures of Don Coyote and Sancho Panda), Mumbly (Mumbly Cartoon Show), Yakky Doodle (The Yogi Bear Show)

Zai (8x Times), Meow (8x Times) But with Little Kaiju Frilled Lizard and Cat

Tattletail's Mother (Tattletail), Wooly (Amanda the Adventurer), Catnap (Smiling Critters), Rambley (Indigo Park), Revita (Revita), Doug Houser (Super Dark Deception)

Scarbee Jay Bass, Pawmi (Pokemon SV), Classic Sonic (Sonic The Hedgehog), Pangoro (Pokemon X & Y), Spiky (Foamstars), (Independent Game Double Shake), Lupin iii & Jigen (Lupin iii Series)

[emo-gremlin]

THE LONG AWAITED F/O LIST AND THEIR RESPECTIVE TAGS <3 Fine w/sharing btw <3

COLLECTIVELY - Its raining f/os

Platonic:

Jeff The Killer - Jeffy boi

Mr. Plant - Murderous intent

Argos - Ocular Gardener

Golispod - my favorite bug

Lacey - she deserves better

Pie (MFN) - Bitty Bab

Oracle - Overprotective Toaster

Prophet - Eye Priest

Catnap - Sleepy kitty

Frank frankly - Butterflies

Eddie dear - mail call

Grimcutty - Meme man

Romantic:

Hank J Wimbleton - Mute murder

Cancer Lord - Violent Illness Royalty

Sunny Day Jack - Moonlight

Deimos - Hackerman

Peter/YB - Obsession much?

John Doe - Repeat offender (Lovingly)

Alan Orion - Axe slinging hasher

Ren - Strawberry Twinkie

Tord - Cigar Commie

Gabriel - Winged bastard

Karl Heisenberg - Magnet daddy

Lord Viren - Mage daddy

Ethan Winters - Mold Twink

Joe Baker - Joe Baker for smash

Slappy the Dummy - Who you callin dummy dummy

Strade - Real red room hours

Lawrence Oleander - Gardener of decay

Jak Harasi - Weed man supremacy

Bo - the goodest boy

Mason Herial - survival of the thiccest

Spamton G. Spamton - The biggest shot

Glitchy Red - glitchy manz

Grey - Bootlegger

Steven/S!3v3n - Strangle me plz

Bob Vesleb - whats the beef

Frank - serial heartnapper

Angry boy Pedro - Don't talk me angy

Euthanasia Rabbit - missed again

Vtan - rage quit

Wally Darling - The most

Fliqpy - Flipped out

Flippy - War torn

Pop - Papa bear

Disco bear - Disco disco party hardy

Banban - party hats

PAL!Percy - Yandere machine

Norman (Mfn) - him

Noir [Unfriendly Norman] (Mfn) - edgy him

George (Mfn) - cab fare

Tax [Unfriendly George] (Mfn) - hickeys for hookie

Gordon J. O'Brian - tired handyman

Dennis (MFN) - Kaiju Brother

Tab/Dave Ruy (Orin Ayo/Breakthrough) - negative balls

Mario.exe - exe has stopped working

MX - VERY LARGE

Mr. Sys/S&S - unbeatable

Francis Mosses - Save a cow milk the milkman

Mr. Puzzles - Where are your subtitles

Vox - Trust us

Kinitopet/kinito - just a lil guy

Howdy Pillar - love bug

Twiddlefinger - Nugget killer

Does Bad Things Guy (I call him Shuck) - Buzzsaw

(More may be added)

[yukarishoodie]

Weekly Vocajournal #13 (29/8 - 04/9)

A lot of Miku songs last week preceding Miku's birthday, and even more Miku songs when it happened this week. Some old names coming back, one of which is:

HachioujiP/8#Prince, kz(livetune) - Glimmer (ft. Hatsune Miku)

Outside of maybe a Proseka commission, I genuinely wasn't expecting livetune to come back at all, so this was a pleasant surprise. It's kinda weird hearing a livetune melody without the livetune tuning, but it still works.

toa - Eater (ft. RIME)

My favorite out of the 2 toa songs released this week. The waltz rhythm and RIME's calm voice pulled me into a dreamy fantasy. Also, I am now sold on RIME as a voicebank.

Yugika - EauDeAsti (ft. Hatsune Miku)

A complete opposite in tone from their last release, here we have a stylish, tropical pop tune. A kombucha girl meme is appropriate here, since I can't believe they pulled off their usual super-raspy tuning on a beat like this.

yanagamiyuki - misery ai (ft. KAFU)

His first KAFU work, short but hits the mark. Putting her on a more laid-back beat (reminds me of Kaiju no Shima2, especially how it opens with strings) is a great choice.

ZLMS (Zig, Loin, Harumaki Gohan, Yunosuke) - I Need Blue (ft. Hatsune Miku)

ZLMS is a good demonstration of one of the things I enjoy about Vocaloid music: How different the same voicebank can sound in different hands. The very Yunosuke drop before the bridge was enjoyable too.

BetaBoy - リーベカプセルの転結原理 (ft. Yamine Renri)

I've only listened to BetaBoy for a couple months, but they're slowly becoming one of my faves in UTAU electropop/future bass, and just electronic music in general. Love the piano and the present kicks, and Renri shines by being soft without getting lost in the instrumentals.

Re:nG - Anata ni Hana o, Watashi ni Uta o (15 years ver.) (ft. Hatsune Miku)

The Clean Tears remix of the original was one of my foundational Vocaloid songs, and having grown to love the original as well, it was great to see a remaster after all this time. All the sounds are now crisper and more well defined, although I have to say that I actually like how rounded and softer Miku was in the original. Definitely a step-up in all other aspects.

Other Cool Stuff

Inuwata - Bakeneko Machi (ft. Yuzuki Yukari)

keeno - 青を焚べて (ft. Hatsune Miku)

Kanzaki Hiro/HSP - Mirai no Sekai (ft. Hatsune Miku)

daniwell - MIKUFLA (ft. Hatsune Miku)

Kariki Bear - Starry Start (ft. Hatsune Miku): 15th anniversary figure collab with spiritale

HoneyWorks - Hooray (ft. Hatsune Miku, MEIKO): Pocari Sweat collab. Proseka ver. here.

kinoshita - GAO-GAO-GAA! (ft. Kagamine Rin)

Astrophysics - Miku is the Perfect Girl (ft. Hatsune Miku)

catnap - Ondo (ft. Hatsune Miku, catnap)

R Sound Design - Cattleya (ft. Hatsune Miku)

IDONO KAWAZU - Suou no Meisatsu (ft. Kagamine Rin)

[hermannsthumb]

I know you don't usually write PRU stuff, but if you ever feel inclined, here's a ficlet idea! so: Newt is trying to fight off the Precursors by constantly reminding himself that He Is Human. but whenever newt thinks about what makes him Feel Human, the answer is always hermann. so newt starts conjuring up vivid mental images of hermann (doing mundane, hermann-y things) to ward off the Precursors. bonus point if, like, newt fondly remembering smth innocuous (like the scent of Hermann's chalk dust?) is enough to actually sever the alien mind control.

Anonymous asked: Maria!!! Would you ever write an angsty post uprising prompt? Or even a pre uprising? Anything with Newt fucking around with Kaiju and being sad i am HERE FOR 👏

in honor of the sequel’s 3 year anniversary, let’s try something a little different 👀 THIS ONE GOT AWAY FROM ME RE: LENGTH....I'll leave it up to interpretation whether or not the bonus is wholly fulfilled.... also on proofing this I realized it might need content warnings? so vague refs to disordered eating and alcohol drinking (ie, newt’s body is inhabited by aliens who forget how human stuff works)

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Honestly, Newt’s life has been kind of a shitshow lately. He’s too, like, high strung. Too many responsibilities. Not enough hours in the day to get that shit done. He’s even higher strung than he was during the war, which is nuts, because certain doom was lurking around every corner. Maybe that’s why it’s not that nuts, though. The war was chaotic—and Newt’s fueled (or, used to be fueled?) by chaos. The kaiju were unpredictable. The kaiju didn’t run on a 9-5 schedule. The kaiju didn’t expect Newt to have three new jaeger prototypes on their desk by noon on a fucking Saturday, which is usually the day Newt spends two hours in his expensive bath tub and drinks a nice bottle of wine, and definitely not a day he wants to spend giving himself a stress migraine and shouting at underlings to make themselves useful. On top of that, his usual cafe got his coffee order wrong—when Newt had to run in to get it, himself, on a Saturday morning—and it only had half the espresso shots he really needs for the day. No wonder he’s going grey at forty. Fucking nightmare. Stable employment is exactly the kind of chaos that’s bad for Newt—give him the kaiju any day, thanks.

“Dr. Geiszler?”

Newt pushes his sunglasses up, and scowls at whichever one of his employees has dared to interrupt his catnap. The fluorescent overheads are brutal on his poor eyes right now. The lab needs more natural lighting. Maybe if he complains, they’ll knock out some walls in put in a few more windows. “Did you find any Aspirin?” he says.

Wordlessly, Newt’s assistant passes him a bottle. Newt pops the cap off and takes at least four. The coffee he washes it down with is cold. “How are the last simulations coming along?” he says, flicking his sunglasses back down. He seems to have so many migraines these days. It’s the contact lenses, he thinks—making the switch over from frames so late in the game. Screwing with his perceptions. Newt went thirty years with frames, after all. “We only have two hours before—”

“We’re almost done,” his assistant cuts in. “We’re working as fast as we can, Dr. Geiszler.”

“But are we gonna make the deadline?” Newt says.

She fidgets, and moves her clipboard to her other arm. “Well—we’ve had some—issues.”

Newt stands up with a long sigh. Double overtime, probably. Sunday lost to this shit too. That new bottle of wine waiting for him on his kitchen counter bought for nothing. “Gotta do everything myself, huh? Unbelievable.”

He follows his assistant over to the main lab down the hall, where his team of j-techs are hurrying around. Hardly anyone in proper lab attire—no labcoats—someone in sweatpants—Newt wasn’t the only one who had his Saturday ruined, probably. No one else is going grey, though. “What’s this shit?” he says, stopping in his tracks with one foot through the doorway. The high-tech holo-smartboards have been pushed aside, and instead, someone’s wheeled in a huge…chalkboard.

“Technical issues,” his assistant says. “The other floors are having the same problem—something in the new interface update that downloaded last night, we think. They’re all out of commission. Technology is working on it, but for now, we had to pull that out of deep storage.”

Two of his scientists are scrawling across the board quickly—one with white chalk, the other with pink. They’re debating something in hushed tones. Newt hasn’t seen a chalkboard in years. It doesn’t fit with Shao Industry’s whole chic, sleek, futuristic aesthetic. So—bulky. And messy. “Of course it would happen today of all days,” Newt sighs. The sight of it makes him feel odd, and he can’t seem to drag himself any further into the lab and any closer towards it.

His assistant says something. Newt doesn’t hear—he’s listening, instead, to the squeaking of chalk across the blackboard. So noisy and obnoxious. It reminds him of years and years ago, of working in a grimy little basement, of…

“—look it over. Dr. Geiszler?”

“Hm?” Newt says. It was like a layer of fog had begun to lift from his thoughts, but the interruption sends it rolling right back in.

“I said we’re ready for you to look it over. Only if you want too, of course,” she adds, nervously.

“Uh-huh,” Newt says.

Newt’s never had anyone fear him before, not like his employees seem to fear him—he’s not sure he likes it. His scientists shut up the second he looms over (well—under, Newt’s never loomed over anyone in his life) their shoulders to inspect their work so far. The squeaking stops. One of them lowers their piece of chalk. “Wait,” Newt says, too-loudly, surprising them and himself. They both look at him with the same nervousness as his assistant, like he’s about to start shouting or something. “Keep doing that.”

“Keep…?”

“Writing,” Newt says. “On the chalkboard.”

The scientist frowns at him. “Um, okay,” she says. “What am I supposed to write?”

“Anything,” Newt says. “Seriously. Anything.”

She hesitates.

“Anything,” Newt repeats.

She picks up the white chalk, and writes out her name, then doodles a few random pictures—a DNA helix, a flower, a cat face, a star. Newt shuts his eyes, and breathes in deeply. That smell. He snags the forgotten piece of pink chalk from the ledge. “Can I have this?” he says. He doesn’t wait for them to respond—though they both nod yes frantically, and bewilderedly—before writing out his own name on the board. Dr. Geiszler. It looks wrong, so he writes Newt beneath it. He shuts his eyes, and writes Newt again. Why does he feel like he’s done this sort of thing before? This thing is ancient—before his time at Shao—he wouldn’t have used it before they carted off to the basement. Newt, Newt, Newt Was Here,he writes, Newt +, and then he stops.

He opens his eyes. “Who’s Hermann?” his assistant says.

Newt + Hermann. Newt didn’t realize he wrote it. “Someone I knew,” he says, faintly. “Years ago. He was my—” He swallows. He feels strange. “My colleague?”

Strange. Dizzy. The Aspirin isn’t working. Definitely the contact lenses. He could afford laser eye surgery now, if he wanted, maybe he should look into it. He grips the ledge of the chalkboard, swaying, and grits his teeth; his two scientists back away from him slowly, no doubt worried he’s about to hurl all over their shoes. He might, to be honest. Newt + Hermann. Hermann was his colleague. Hermann was his— “Are you feeling okay, Dr. Geiszler?” his assistant asks. “You look…”

“Tell Shao I’m taking the rest of the day off,” Newt says.

“What?”

“You guys got this shit handled without me,” Newt says. He pockets the chalk. “I’m not—I’m not feeling myself. I think I need to go home and lie down. Seriously, you’ve got it under control—all these numbers look, uh, good, I trust you. If you guys don’t get it finished you can just tell Shao it’s my fault, okay?”

She gapes at him. “Uh,” she says. “Okay?”

Newt doesn’t go home. He goes to the nearest shop he can find instead, and makes a beeline for the art supplies aisle. Only a few boxes of chalk in stock. Four multicolored, two all-white, one yellow. He drops them all into his basket but the yellow, which he rips opens and immediately smells. Newt + Hermann. Hermann always smelled like chalk dust—he always had a fine layer of it on his clothing, patches of it on his blazer, his sweatervest, even on his undershirt. Newt used to tease him for that. He closes his eyes, and breathes in again. Funny—all those baths, all those bottles of wine, and this stupid little box of chalk is what’s finally making him feel calm for once. Quieting down his brain. He didn’t realize how loud it’d gotten in there. When Hermann would kiss Newt, he would sometimes stain Newt’s clothing with chalk, too, and Newt would pretend to be annoyed, but he never really was.

Someone is speaking to him. An employee. They’re staring at him, a cautious distance away, and Newt’s not sure what they’re saying.

His vision’s gone blurry—he didn’t realize he’d started crying, either. He wipes his eyes on the cuff of his blazer and sniffles. “Sorry,” he says. The box of yellow chalk is wet. “Um. Do you have any more of these in the back?”

He takes the bus home for the first time in years, one hand stuffed in his little brown shopping bag the whole time, wrapped around a box of chalk. When he gets back to his apartment (his big, lonely, apartment), he pulls out the only food in his fridge—some leftovers from a Shao Industries event three nights ago—and settles down on his big, lonely couch. He can’t stop thinking about Hermann. Five or so years, maybe more, not thinking about Hermann, and now suddenly—it’s like the floodgates have opened. He thinks about Hermann’s haircut. (Bad.) He thinks about Hermann’s smile. (Silly, and sweet.) He thinks about Hermann’s dumb accent, and the clack of Hermann’s cane on the floor, and Hermann’s chalk squeaking over his chalkboard, and how it felt when Hermann would wrap him in his arms and kiss him and whisper things to him. Hermann’s sweaters always smelled like mothballs and stale cigarette smoke. Terrible combination.

Newt’s stomach growls. He’s finished the small bit of leftovers without realizing, and is apparently still hungry. He would kill for some sushi takeout right now. Or pizza, God. Yeah, it’d be screwing with his new diet and fitness plan—he casts a guilty glance over at his brand new exercise bike, which is gathering dust in the corner by his TV—but he’s tired of doing stupid kale and juice cleanses or whatever, just to please—well. He’s only human.

He is?

He walks up the stairs to his bathroom, and stares at himself in the mirror. Stupid vest. Stupid tie. Neat hair, clean-shaven cheeks, contact lenses. Newt’s only human. “I’m human,” he tells his reflection. Is he human? He felt human standing by that old chalkboard back in the lab, and holding that box of yellow chalk in the aisle of that little shop. He felt human when he was remembering things. Because of—Newt blinks at himself. Because of whom?

“Hermann,” he says, and smiles at the way the name makes him feel. He should text him, maybe.

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“I must say,” Hermann says, “I was quite surprised when I received your dinner invitation. You’ve done a rather fine job of ignoring my calls as of late. I’d thought— Ah, thank you,” he adds, as Newt holds the door open for him. He steps into Newt’s apartment and cranes his neck around, squinting curiously, and then shoves a bottle of red wine at Newt’s chest. Hermann is much more personable than Newt remembers—what little Newt remembers—and he wonders if it’s age or something else. “I’ve been holding onto this one for a while. It’s the one you gave me as a part of a gift for my thirty-seventh birthday—you remember? Oh, but isn’t it so terrifically, er, modern in here.”

“Is it?” Newt says. He’s never given much thought to his apartment before, but he stares around at it now in mild interest. It is very chic, isn’t it? Monochrome. Impersonal. Not something Newt would’ve picked for himself. “Yeah, I had some interior decorators come in and do it for me.”

Hermann arches an eyebrow. “How…”

“Modern,” Newt offers. He puts the bottle of wine on his marble kitchen island. “Thanks for this, by the way, but I’ve actually been trying to cut back on the—” He bites back drinking. No need to alarm Hermann. “—Calories, so if it’s cool with you I’d rather not open it. I’m doing a, um, a new fitness program.”

“Ah,” Hermann says. “I suppose that explains that, then, doesn’t it?” He points at the dusty exercise bike. Newt watches his gaze move from that, to the barren leather couch, to the short staircase which leads to Newt’s shut bedroom door. Newt can practically see the gears working in his head. “Will—ah, what was their name, that little flight of fancy of yours—a dalliance, one might say—will they be, ah, joining the two of us?” He looks at Newt out of the corner of his eye. “Alice, was it?”

“Who?” Newt says, blankly.

Hermann breaks out in a broad grin, which he quickly tries, very badly, to turn into a sympathetic frown. He pats Newt’s arm. “There’s the spirit, then, Newton! All in the past, I presume? Hardly any use in dwelling on a broken heart. Then again—it’s not as if you were together long enough to warrant those sorts of dramatics, were you?” he says, cheerily. “What I mean is—certainly it wasn’t as if you had any sort of deep or emotional connection with—?—oh, I’ve forgotten the name again.”

“Uh,” Newt says. He’s not really sure who Hermann’s talking about, but just based on that fact alone, he would assume Hermann is right. “I guess not?”

“Precisely as I expected,” Hermann says, with a satisfied nod. “Rotten grounds for a relati—for a fling. You deserve far better, Newton.” Hermann touches Newt’s arm again, and this time, he doesn’t move his hand. It makes Newt’s skin prickle pleasantly. “You look well these days, though I admit it’s a bit of a shock to see you without your glasses,” Hermann continues, flicking his eyes up and down Newt twice. He lingers on Newt’s left hand, over the bare spot where—until this morning, when he suddenly realized how stupid it looked and yanked it off—he was wearing that Elvis ring. “Ending things must be treating you kindly. I don’t suppose I could dash to your loo?”

“Loo?” Newt says. “Oh, right. Yeah, it’s that door there, right off the living room.” He drops down onto the leather couch. “Knock yourself out. I’ll be right here.”

Hermann disappears into Newt’s bathroom, and comes back out three minutes later with combed hair, a straightened collar, and the vague smell of cologne. He’s tucking a small bottle into his top pocket. “I found a box of hair dye in your medicine cabinet,” he declares, smugly. “I knew there was no bloody way that was natural. Though I’m not surprised it fooled Alice.” He rests his cane against the glass coffee table and sits down next to Newt. Right next to Newt. The whole sofa to pick from, and he’d rather their thighs touch. Newt doesn’t mind—actually, the contact is strangely grounding, like Hermann’s hand on his arm had been earlier. He’s here, in his living room, with Hermann, his friend Hermann, his colleague Hermann, his—well, question mark—Hermann.

“Hermann, can I ask you something?” he says. “Something important?”

“By all means,” Hermann says, leaning in and fluttering his eyelashes. Even over the cologne, Newt can still make out that mothball-chalk-smoke smell.

“Do you take your coffee with sugar?” he says.

Hermann laughs. “Do I—what?”

Newt repeats the question. The smile slips off Hermann’s face, and he draws away, furrowing his eyebrows. “Well,” he says, “yes, usually, only I’m not sure what—”

“Sugar, and some milk,” Newt says. “It was the same with your tea. And you had a mug that you would use—you wouldn’t use any other. It was blue, and it said—” He exhales through his nose. “It said TU Berlin. That’s where you got your PhD.”

After Newt sent Hermann a text about dinner last night, he sat down with a pen and pad of paper and made a list of everything he could remember about Hermann. He started with what Hermann looks like, and who Hermann is, and then moved into the harder stuff like what Hermann likes and the sort of things Hermann used to do. He stayed up all night doing it, until his hand cramped and his head hurt even more than it had that morning, and then recited it over and over to himself in a whisper as he fell asleep. Hermann has brown eyes. Hermann likes blackberry jam on his toast. Hermann wears little glasses on a chain. Hermann uses a cane with a tiny little nick in the brass of the handle. The list is in his pocket now; it makes Newt feel calm, and even calmer when he reaches into his pocket and touches it. He exhales again, hard, and then inhales. “We were together,” he says. “When we closed the Breach, you told me you loved me.”

“I did,” Hermann says, quietly.

“I said it back,” Newt says.

Hermann nods.

Slowly, Newt reaches out and puts his hand over Hermann’s. Hermann makes a strange noise in the back of his throat—like a sigh, or maybe a groan. His pulse twitches erratically under Newt’s fingertips. “I bought chalk,” Newt says.

“You—” Hermann echoes, his voice choked. “You bought chalk?”

“It reminded me of you,” Newt says.

He’s not surprised when Hermann kisses him, but he is surprised at his knee-jerk reaction: to pull away, or push Hermann away, and to order him to get out of his apartment. He’s surprised, because those aren’t his thoughts. He doesn’t want Hermann to leave—he wants Hermann to stay longer, and kiss him more, and help him remember more. “Oh, Newton,” Hermann says. “Newton, Newton—” He moves his mouth to Newt’s neck, kissing, breathing, and whispering his name, and Newt shuts his eyes and forces himself to remember his list.

“Tell me things about you,” Newt begs. “I want to remember you.”

Hermann’s laughter, hesitant and confused, comes out in a puff of hot air against his skin. “Remember me?” he says. “I’m not sure— Are we not a bit—?”

“Hermann,” Newt says.

He grips the back of Hermann’s sweater, digging his nails in Hermann’s skin through the layers of fabric. Hermann must hear the urgency in his voice, because he shakes his head with another laugh, kisses Newt’s jaw, and says, “Well, alright. What am I even meant to tell you?”

“Your favorite color,” Newt says. Hermann kisses his chin. “Your favorite song. No, wait—” He nudges Hermann away from him, just enough so that Hermann can see him smile. “Tell me what you like about me.”

“Feeling rather egotistical tonight, aren’t we?” Hermann teases. He reaches out and brushes his fingers through the side of Newt’s hair. One of the spots Newt dyed—it was too grey. He catches Hermann’s hand by the wrist and pulls it away gently, but only to press himself up against Hermann’s chest instead. He can feel Hermann’s heartbeat. “I like—hm,” Hermann says. “I like your stubbornness. I like your passion. I like…”

His voice vibrates in his throat—Newt can feel that, too. He listens.

[slimejellomold]

how many anthro/monster babes have that stop-motion kaiju/Catnapped! monster/animatronic sea creature in an abandoned amusement park vibe? NOT ENOUGH

[fukuroguro]

She was chewing on it and then fell asleep... . . . #cat #catstagram #instacat #godzilla #shiny #kaiju #kawaii #pastel #pastelgoth #pastelgirl #pastelkei #dinosaurart #kitten #catmom #catmum #catnap

[kaiju-wolfdragon]

More of Kaiju smiling critters art

Any Kaiju nicknames to give them?

[kaiju-wolfdragon]

Kaiju smiling critters' nicknames:

Kaiju catnap- dragonfeline

Kaiju dogday- cainiesaur

Kaiju bobby bearhug-rosebear

Kaiju bubba bubbaphant- tuskphant

Craftycorn- razzycrafty

Kaiju hoppy hopscotch- hopzilla

Kaiju kickinchicken-rooskin

Kaiju picky piggy- piggysaurs

You can tell me what name I can change?

[sonicasura]

I feel in the Kaiju No.8 and Poppy Playtime crossover Kafka and Futaba would probably give the toys actual names instead of just calling them by their toy names. Also not to mention some of the toy names are questionable at time, including Mommy Longlegs which just gives me a creep name vibe

The toys definitely gotten new names as they were no longer forced to go by the ones Playtime Co gave them. Here's a rough list that I already have.

Huggy Wuggy: Kenta

Mommy Longlegs: Mariah

Dogday: Alex

Catnap: Theo

Bobby Bearhug: Lily

Kissy Missy: Amber

PJ Pugapillar: Kira

Bunzo Bunny: Benny

Boxy Boo: Vin

Miss Delight: Daliah

[sonicasura]

https://wikizilla.org/wiki/Erabus

Ok I remembered this unmade godzilla kaiju for the Poppy Playtime and Godzilla crossover, she has the same ability to breathe out a toxic gas but she has more mammalian traits. Plus it feels evil to give Catnap Hedorah as a parent, he wouldn't be able to hug his friends

I looked her up and her story is just sad. CatNap would be so awkward at first but fits in quite well. Plus no one is exploiting any of Erabus' children with him around.

[sonicasura]

So in the Godzilla/Poppy Playtime crossover what do you think the youglings(Toys) relations between their respective 'parent'? Like I could imagine Rodan and Kickin having like a jock parent and jock kid relationship

Summary wise before New Empire:

Godzilla(Grumpy Tired Dad) and Mothra(Opportunistic Regal Mother):

Hoppy, Sweet yet very energetic daughter that runs circles around Godzilla. Mothra keeps up with her energy a bit better and endorses bonding.

PJ, very mellow son who tends to space much to Goji's confusion. Mothra can recognize a daydreamer pretty quickly so meditation or naps is common between them.

Catbee, shy daughter with an equally terrifying temper similar to him and Mothra combined if patience is lost. Godzilla's got two moths to pacify him now.

Mommy, playful yet hotheaded daughter whose self worth alongside abandonment problems are properly cancelled out with love amidst visits. All three are scary together as both parents enable righteous vengeance.

Kong(Playful yet Stern father):

Kissy, mellow mostly levelheaded peacekeeper daughter who thankfully keeps watch over the young apes.

Huggy, stealthy mischief maker son that endorses lighthearted yet also chaotic antics with Suko whenever possible.

Rodan(Hyperactive Eager Father):

Kickin, fun son who likes to join in on activity although isn't as hyper as him.

Tiamat(Regal yet surprisingly soft):

Boxy, smart feral son that she wanted for a long time and takes full advantage of visiting times.

CatNap, DogDay, Bobby, Picky, Crafty and Bubba are the current outliers at the moment. They're Kaiju halfs either haven't been found or isn't keen on bonding. Plus they are more attached to human company and is nervous around Godzilla after his smackdown with Kong.

We love the angry lizard but rage fueled fights between loved ones tends to terrify children by accident.

[sonicasura]

So I had an idea for what kind of kaiju some of the Toys could mutate into

Dog Day and Bobby Bearhug: They'd turn into something similar to King Ceaser, they'd have different types of special attacks like DogDay has a sunbeam like attack while Bobby has roar that creates a ton of air pressure that can push away boulders the size of a house.

Bubba and Picky: They mutate into something similar to Behemoth, large and heavily muscled Titans granted they don't really have Behemoths anteater like claws.

Kickin: He mutates into a kaiju similar to Rodan, to the point that Rodan actually joined Godzilla in breaking into Playtime Co. Granted Monarch draws the line when Rodan tries to take Kickin to his Volcano nest.

Hoppy: She mutates into a rabbit like kaiju/titan who has the ability of electrokinesis and oddly Godzilla seems pretty protective of her, to the point of Godzilla growled when Monarch performs physicals on her.

Craftycorn: She mutates into a titan/kaiju that is actually similar to Shimo granted with a large central horn, her mane slowly turning into collection of spines that Shimo has.

CatNap: He becomes a cat-like kaiju/Titan that can now climb nearly everything think like a mix of a monkey and a cat.

Huggy Wuggy and Kissy Missy: The slowly mutate turn into Great Ape like titans/kaiju to the point that Kong had a trip to the surface to see if they were alright. He brought Suko as he sensed there were new friends.

PJ Pugapiller, Cat-Bee, and Mommy LongLegs: They become titans/kaiju that are similar to Mothras species and the moth titan adopts them, granted they also consider Godzilla a dad.

Poppy and the Prototype don't really mutate into any titan or kaiju due to they were the first real forays into living toys so the kaiju cells used were real minimal

Establishing a timeline here as the Hour of Joy in canon occured around the 2010s so this is before KotM.

Cue the toys panicking as they have to be told this. All of them are currently undergoing therapy to undo whatever mental damage Playtime Co caused. Food therapy especially for those like Boxy Boo who were being tailored to human meat. (Pork being their best friend in that fiasco to help break the addiction.)

Poppy is the only one void of kaiju cells as Playtime Co doesn't know how to fully recreate the original conversion process so they used extra stuff. The Prototype was killed by Godzilla since he felt sense what kind of catastrophic damage he'll cause if left alive. Rodan also appearing definitely kicked Monarch into gear to handle the situation.

Every toy has a timer for when their body will trigger a kaiju related mutation. There are signs that occur before a shift: increased anxiety, uptick in aggression, increased appetite, feeling of tightness, and lethargy. It soon leads to unconscious as the first mutation is the most painful since the toys are essentially growing out of their mascot shaped shells. Their beginning size would be a bit smaller to Suko.

They'll retain some traits from their previous forms i.e color pallet, markings like the tags for the respective Smiling Critters, similar physical stature. Devices are being made so the respective toy can communicate in human languages. Monarch wants to give back at least as much of their original humanity. A division that handles them is also formed with Poppy being a key member since she still is the toys now turning kaiju friends.

Mommy Longlegs has some Scylla cells so she's more spider like in nature but Mothra's side overpowers it enough that any related mutation to spider kaiju are minor. Hoppy was given minor Titanosaurus Gojira cells alongside unknown rabbit kaiju so it explains why Godzilla would be extra protective. She's his kin in a sense.

Boxy Boo is an Tiamat and unknown ferret kaiju mix. CatNap has Hedorah based abilities as his mutation incorporated Red Smoke container in his body so he can shift into a violet gaseous state. Now for mutations in order:

Pre KotM: Hoppy, Kicken Chicken, Dogday

KotM: Hoppy(advanced due to delivering the nuke to Godzilla instead of Ishiro), CatNap, Craftycorn, Catbee

Pre GvsK: Bubba, Picky, Mommy, Boxy

GvsK: Huggy, Kissy, PJ, Bobby