#wanted to draw other godzillas but didn't have time and energy

[ruubesz-draws]

Congrats Minus One!🎉

Ya did good buddy... ya did good... :')

His brothers are proud of him :)) He's still the same lil gremlin tho...

[astoundingbeyondbelief]

Kaiju Weeks in Review (September 10-30, 2023)

I adore Godzilla Final Wars, but it's a movie with an identity crisis, unsure whether it wants to be headlining a Toho Champion Festival or mesmerizing American teenagers at a mid-aughts multiplex. @spacehunter-m's Final Wars 2004: The Year We Make Corn-Tack gives it a strong tug in the first direction, whittling the runtime down to 77 minutes and replacing most of the music and sound effects. She was inspired by Space Warriors 2000, of all things; as she put it, both films are "largely comprised of nonstop, monotonous action." As in that bizarro Ultraman compilation film, the kaiju trash-talk each other. It makes you wonder why Ryuhei Kitamura didn't at least bring back the speech bubbles from Godzilla vs. Gigan. Kaiju fan edits are rare, and this is in a class all by itself. Download it here.

Shigeru Kayama's novelizations of Godzilla (1954) and Godzilla Raids Again are out—hopefully the first of many to come. My copy only arrived on Saturday, so I haven't had the chance to read the whole thing yet, but I've made it through Godzilla. It's interesting to see Kayama, who wrote the initial treatment, take another swing at the story after the film was finished. He puts back moments like Godzilla eating a cow and attacking a lighthouse, and is also more overt with the wartime allusions. There's an incredible moment where Dr. Yamane muses that studying Godzilla and learning his secrets could be Japan's way of redeeming itself after "caus[ing] a great deal of trouble to people throughout the world." Note that these are novella-length, so much less in-depth than the novelizations of American Godzilla films you might be used to (Godzilla Raids Again is less than 80 pages). The book ends with an afterword by translator Jeffrey Angles contextualizing the tales.

Godzilla: War for Humanity continues to be a standout IDW miniseries. There's a new and very weird monster in the second issue, plus a no-nonsense Mothra (she tries to recruit Godzilla to fight Zoospora by shooting him in the back of the head and dragging him into the ocean in front of Minilla).

I've also got to mention the solicitation for another Godzilla Rivals installment, due December 20. Nola Pfau is writing, Megan Huang is illustrating.

Jen Onça is not excited to start her new, fast-paced fast-food career at Minilla Burger, but she'd much prefer a mundane day to the sudden return of Megalon! The monster brings destruction, trapping Jen in a forgotten lab deep beneath the restaurant with only the half-built form of Jet Jaguar to help her get out! She must repair the robotic defender to save herself and the city, but first she needs to escape the rubble trapping her in this tense adventure!

Yuzo the Biggest Battle in Tokyo, Yoshikazu Ishii's follow-up to Attack of the Giant Teacher, has also been picked up by SRS Cinema. No release details yet. I can't really speak to the film either, since it screened at the same time as Yumiko Shaku's panel at G-Fest, but as you can see from the poster, it's set during the pandemic.

The GAMERA -Rebirth- Gyaos has joined Godzilla Battle Line as an unusual sort of swarm unit. Your first summon of the match calls forth two sub-adults, and by the fifth summon you're sending out two sub-adults and three adults, still for four energy. They're probably the best swarm in the game, though still highly vulnerable to AOE units like Godzilla '01. I'm having fun with them in the Challenge Battles.

Notzilla, one of the sharpest kaiju comedies out there, is unexpectedly getting the graphic novel treatment. Mitch Teemley is adapting his own screenplay, with art by Zumart Putra. The comic is already finished, although I'm not clear on how folks who didn't back the Kickstarter (which wrapped on September 11) will get it. Useless trivia: the terrific cover above (one of four) is by Ben Dunn, who wrote the How to Draw Manga book I poured over in middle school.

After Troll shattered Netflix streaming records (according to Netflix), it's not super surprising that the company wants a sequel. Priority one: coming up with a title that's not Troll 2. Screenwriter Espen Aukan and director Roar Uthaug will both return.

Toy highlights of the past few weeks:

After confusing everyone by teasing its silhouette the day before April Fools', Tamashii has fully unveiled an S.H.Monsterarts Godzilla '72, a rare Showa figure from the line. It comes with two heads, one of them bloodied (see above). Due at the end of February.

After finally running out of ways to repaint their mold of Hedorah's Perfect Stage, Bandai is making a Movie Monster Series figure of the kaiju's Landing Stage. A Godzilla Store exclusive, it'll be released October 25.

After over two years, Funko is releasing a trio of Godzilla Singular Point Pops. Hopefully they go all-out with this show—it's not like there's any other plausible way for a Satomi Kanahara figure to exist.

[alpydk]

22 and 24 :)

22. say 3 things about someone you love.

So going to go with my kid.

Love how curious they can be at times, just off the wall weird, how they listen to the dumb shit I say and add on to it with their own.

"Mummy, what is a ship?" "Like a boat?" "Nooooo, like in games. When people say they want to ship them," "Oh... *me thinking over the smut* um, when people say they want to people to be in a relationSHIP." "Like Naoto and Kanji in Persona 4." "Exactly like that." *Long pause.* "TRIAL OF THE DRAGOOONNNN!"

(A repeat of a conversation last night.)

I like how they love animals and are so great with them. They have autism, so people and friends are more tricky, but they're the most accepting person ever of anyone, really. But when with animals, they're a whole new person entirely, patient, caring, like the animals just get it all. It's amazing to see.

Lastly... That they simply exist. We went through a lot of hell for them. They're a miracle.

24.what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?

I was thinking about this the other day and I'm going to go with the art portion of my degree. We had to do this entire display of our work and explain the theme and how we would go about teaching it to a class and I chose "World within worlds."

Now, as you have all seen, I'm not good at art. I was in a class with people who'd been drawing for years and I took this module simply so I didn't have to write huge essays whilst writing my final paper. I fought with the professor over pop art and I fought with her over collages, and I fought over...well everything, but every time I'd go home and think over what we were doing and I'd twist it so I understood it, and she let me. Honestly, an amazing, AMAZING person!

I ended up getting my final paper written earlier and throwing more energy into the art project than anyone expected. After a module of arguing over art processes, art analysis and everything else with my professor, I showed up with this representative of me, basically. I got a very high grade for it and the feedback I got was, "You took everything from the class and made it your own in some way. You've earned this grade and I'm proud of you." I cried, not over my final exam, not over all the stress or pressure or anything else I'd been going through. No, I cried because she saw me and was proud of me. How pathetic is that???

Now, anyway, because I am proud, here is some stuff I did for it.

A stop motion video was one aspect I put a lot of energy into. Featuring my 30+ year old bear Nelson.

Black out poetry, including a large book I made where I took one of the very long academic texts we read, made it into a fantasy novel using blackout, and explained that papers like that were destroying creativity.

And the dinosaur... We'd been given an assignment to take a piece of real art and make it into our own. The professor did not approve of me adding Godzilla and a volcano to a Tate Modern piece, so I went away and made a dinosaur out of Tate Modern... You can see how difficult a student I was.

Right! Enough sappy stuff now! Destroying my angst vibes!

[theflyingpimphat]

How would you say symbiosis between Godzilla and Mothra would *really* work?

Considering one is terrestrial and the other spends 99% of their time in the sea? Highly unlikely a symbiosis would arise there. The closest I can imagine is them being non-hostile to each other in general, or Mothra feeding on Godzilla's excretions or the sessile lifeforms growing on his skin.

"If I had to pick a theme for your Godzilla movie, it would probably be the OG anti-nuclear weapon message, albeit a bit more modernized."

Which is probably the to-go scenario most fans would want. Other possible scenarios would be:

-nuclear power is a terrible solution for the climate crisis

-nuclear power as a solution for the climate crisis has its faults, but is the lesser evil compared to fossil fuels

-the nuclear crimes of the past are not forgotten

"When I said "a fully mature Kong" I meant his at his physical peak. Like you said, it would be him in his 20's..."

I know. I just have no interest in drawing up any serious answer.

"What are your thoughts on the stats on Godzilla's atomic breath in Gvk? According to them, it has an energy yield of 3.15 x 10^14 joules or 315 terajoules, which is equal to 75.3 kilotons of TNT, and a minimum temperature of 20,000 degrees Celsius."

Doesn't look like enough to burn into the Earth's core. But then again, discussing physics in GvsK is futile.

"Hey, didn't you hear!? There is a live action MonsterVerse Godzilla series that's coming to AppleTV+!!"

Whee, more disappointment.

"More News!: A Queen M.U.T.O. figurine is coming out at the end of this year!"

Pff, the only Monsterverse-related thing I own is the 2014 movie DVD. But I guess all two people following this blog might be interested.

[sumeshi-t]

✨ self-ship tag game ✨

PART 2 | IwaLee (here you go, discord)

sorry if it's corny/cheesy LMAO my brain empty i can't think of anything to make for iwa's birthday i'm such a dumbass. was also supposed to draw an nsfw-ish thing for this but ya girl is feelin’ out of it lately sjhfalhj

How we met:

okay let’s just say i’m smart enough to land myself a scholarship in socal since i’m taking physical therapy anyway

i feel like... we would meet in the library LMAO what asian nerds

maybe i’d end up bothering him with the way i’m murmuring anatomy stuff and talking to myself when studying

so he overhears me struggling to remember that one word and he’s gonna fucking answer for me like okay sorry bud i’m stupid

jk i won’t react like that i’d just be like, “yes!” and turn to look at whoever it was who answered and say thank you because i’m so immersed in my own bubble of “knowledge” and big brain

when i notice that he’s actually cute i’d be fucking red in the ears out of embarrassment when he tells me to tone my voice down lmao so i apologize for being a bother :(

actually says, “don’t mind” damnit his english do be cute. just two asian kids far from home with accents

it’s awkward, but i’d steal glances at what he’s studying. would probably get caught after a looong while, but it’s bc i’ll be blanking off, brain tired

“do you have anything you want to ask?” he’ll be dropping his pen over his notes leaning back and stretching, bending his neck, rolling his shoulders while waiting for my answer

“omg i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to stare.” then i ask what his program is just bc he could be in one of my classes and i didnt know

anyway, turns out our schedules were pretty similar, we live in the same area/dorm, so like there’s always a chance for us to meet somehow

we wouldn’t give numbers to eo on that same day; like give it about two weeks of constantly bumping into eo before that happens

watch me share my highlighters with him, exchanging notes, passing some snacks beneath the table like its weed or sumn

from lib meetings to getting lunch together to being invited to watch his games (in freshman year i’d still go because i’d be less busier)

i would definitely use the honorifics on him, from “iwaizumi-san” gradually to “iwa-kun”; he won't admit that he likes it because it's a little piece of home

would convince to practice palpation with him because his body is a perfect example–

"wh-why don't you ask someone from your class?"

"i'm not that close with—are you blushing? omg you are!"

somehow i joke around, "i won't touch your dick," then i'd laugh at his reaction.

anyway, in return for using his body as a model, i have to sit through a godzilla marathon with him

the first time he sees me breakdown from the stress he's kinda flustered at first; but he's seen similar things with oikawa so he has a faint idea what to do. damn his hugs feel so warm, so safe

i'm quicker to open up to him, once i got comfortable; and reassurance that if he needed someone to talk to i'll also be there

basically a slow burn best friends to lovers kinda thing

ngl i'd be crushing on him by the time we're entering second year maybe? but because we're friends i always throw the thought away because i don't wanna ruin what we have

but da heart wants what it wants

it would take: the teasing of his buddies back at japan after seeing him post ig pics of us together (it was me who did it, i grabbed his phone); and, my own set of friends getting annoyed at me for always being in denial—all these just for us to finally come into terms with what we feel for eo

"i have something to tell you," we'll say to eo before we enter the lib ksksksk

"oh, you go first-" "no, you-"

it's awkward but i'll be the first to confess and he's 👁👁

"you... what?" "smh don't make me say it again, iwa. does this mean we're not friends anymore?"

"yeah"

"oh..."

"because i like you too. you... wanna go out with me?"

First date x type of dates:

study dates are automatically a thing for sure; we've upgraded from lib to cafe dates

since we're like, friends before this, potential stuff for first dates are already crossed out since we've kinda done them already???

so this issue was raised and his mind said, "then let's redo everything,"

the first thing we did outside campus was go on a foodtrip. because i was craving filo food, and he was craving jap food. and then i have this kinda habit that when i get to eat something delicious, i silently squeal or hum in my seat he finds that cute

the "first date" doesn't really have to be grand because we're like... close friends with feelings. so we don't have to try hard to please each other. everything just feels natural when we're together

anyway, we try out the food we didn't have before. he still prefers sinigang over adobo. he's still kinda amazed where i put all the food after eating a bowl of ramen that's good for two

he's gonna take a pic of me in that excited face i make when the food is placed before me and make it his wallpaper (homescreen) secretly

after that, we're just walking, me telling him about something i watched or nerd talk, then he slips his hand against mine, holding it and pulling me closer that it makes me shut up–so he laughs

"that's all it takes to get you quiet, babe?"

"w-what? also... did you just call me babe? because i didn't think i'd like it,"

"i know something you'll like," he stops walking, then, with his free hand he cups my face and pulls in for a kith kith 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

i am blushing when i tell him, "that your first kiss?"

"y-yeah, why?"

"same"

we were already walking and he swoops in for a quick peck again, "then that's the second,"

he says that with a little frown on his face, cheeks also flushed and ugh soft!lee—i lean my head against his arm because i'm too short to put it above his shoulder. but anyway i tell him, "didn't think you had it in you to be this soft for me,"

"sh-shut up"

it doesn't seem romantic because ✨it doesn't have to be when we're already happy✨

While we’re dating:

he saves all the selfies i send him; whether it's the meme-ish ones or just me feelin' good about myself he's got them saved

notebooks getting interchanged kskskss it's terrible because one minute i'm reading my notes about pharma, then i flip a page and i see stuff about sports science like–???

tho what makes it cute is that he has tiny scribbles on corners in hiragana or maybe kanji and some random zigzag lines over some words–a sign that he fell asleep with a pen in his hand

i have lots of caps (that are majority of my dad's but i like them all so i brought sum) and he just... gets one from behind my door (it's the same energy as the hoodies thing)

and i ���� bc he actually looks good in caps like??? sir that's illegal

ok but walks in the beach at sunset

also surfer!iwa???? mhhhh yes yes living the dream honestly

ofc volleyball is involved, he's kinda pleased i can play decently. it's either the gym or vb

he would force me to go to the gym smh "you're a PT aren't you? shouldn't you be moving around too?" i'm gonna grumble but the sight of his er, toned body before during and after exercising is the best reward

actually its a win-win, he likes how my butt is outlined by my jog pants and how for him, i still look good even if i'm sweaty all over

hehe we'd end up getting horny by the time we reach the dorms–you know the rest and afterwards:

"so, you'll go to the gym more often now?"

"if it ends up like this, i wouldn't mind,"

we teach eo our mother language! but only on our spare time. omg imagine him telling me "mahal na mahal kita"??? i'm??? or when he's chatting with oikawa (especially that one time he sent a selfie of him and ushijima) he uses tagalog swear words if he just wants to mess with his best friend

vidcalls with each other's fam—i mean, for my parents they know we've been always close, and like, it will be my grandma/dad who'd ask him, "when will you court my granddaughter/daughter?"

he got so nervous, he stuttered, "i'm... i'm courting her already,"

anyway they approve of him because he is smart^TM and a good man 🥺 because they know he has ambitions in life the same way that i do have my own goals i wanna achieve

meanwhile me, i'm gonna be so nervous trying to speak to his fam, but they're all so sweet so i tell him afterwards, "so that's where you get the softies,"

anyway since this is college we're talking about, every passing year, we both become busy, especially when internships come around

but when he can, he'll fetch me from the hospital with comfort food because he knows it's been a rough day and he wants to make sure i'm taking care of myself 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 lowkey i try to do the same for him because he deserves it; but he says it's okay and that i should be preserving my energy for my studies 😭

[chocolatellamadragons]

Kajinaris bugged me. Ever since I was a young child, I watched jealously as other kids got so much help and support from their spirit friends. They all looked so unique. For some they were animals, anything from pets to great beasts from the jungle. Some took the form of people. Heroes from fiction and ancestral relatives that died god knows how many years ago and had done some inspirational stuff. Mostly, they reflected what they'd needed. My friend Jessica had been blind since birth, so her Kajinari took the shape of a peppy golden lab that helped guide her in the right direction. Another kid was abused at home, until his Kajinari appeared. It took the shape of a bird and flew off to the police. All sorts of cool and interesting things. I'm still not quite sure what happened to that one kid with a Kajinari that was essentially a 10ft version of Godzilla, but to be frank, I didn't want to know.

All of them existed though. They were 'there'. Mine however, seemed to miss the memo about helping kids be successful. While the other kids were nailing tests as their various friends whispered the answers, I had to rely on myself, and studying was hard all by my lonesome. Other people always got were they needed to be on time, because they always had a helping hand to get ready. I had some really rotten luck too. I never look before crossing the road, and have nearly been flattened several times. I often got into some nasty scrapes. I was lucky my dad was always there to bandage me up.

The worst time was when a group of creeps cornered me in an alley, three big dudes with a knife and a gun between them. After they'd figured I wasn't someone they should mess with they decided to instead just take my money and run. Of course I wasn't going to stand for that. I'd read on the internet that your unlikely to get shot in these kinds of situations so I tried to take out the guy with the knife first. Funny thing is, upon closer inspection from the knife being swung at me angrily, it looked like that was this guy's Kajinari. Of all the things. It was helpful in being a criminal I suppose.

After that guy had let me go, I bolted out into the street. I don't know if you've ever heard a bullet whistle an 2 inches from your ear, but damn is it terrifying. So I kept running. And though it might seem strange, all I could think about was why the hell is my Kajinari still not here. Where is it? If that guy could have a sentient knife of all things, why was there nothing there to save me?

I ran all the way back home and told the whole story to my dad. He's a cop, he'd know what to do. My only solace is that he doesn't have a Kajinari either. Unless it's just some novelty magic pencil sharpener he keeps in a draw, which after that day didn't seem as ridiculous. We'd both surmised it was genetic.

He of course said to go to the cops about it. My dad, living a few towns over, obviously couldn't do much, except promise he'd beat them up the second he saw them. Dad had always been protective of me, since I had no guardian of my own. He'd always helped me so I could keep up with the other kids. It had been that way ever since mom had left when I was super small. I don't even remember her face now.

But tonight was different. My boyfriend of 3 years, whom I'd been with since the first year of moving here, had left me. Some other girl had caught his attention and my suspicions that I was garbage that nobody needed were proven true. That night I cried louder than I'd ever cried in my life. And worst of all? A storm cut out all phones and electricity. I was all alone.

And that's when I heard it. First a tap, then a shape, squeezing in through my bedroom window. I had no energy left to defend myself. Nothing mattered. I hoped it was a murderer because at that moment of feeling so worthless I welcomed death. Maybe I'd meet my Kajinari and I could demand to know why they were so absent.

I feebly hit my hand around my bedside table, hoping to hit the switch on the lamp or knock my phone.

I'd hit the lamp switch. In the dim yellow light, I could make out the shape of my father. He was still in his uniform, which he never took off apparently. And here he was, soaking wet, stood at the foot of the bed as I tried to get past the burning sensation in my eyes from my own tears. I approached him, began to ask what he was doing here, but he just hushed me and pulled me into a hug. Nobody could hug like my dad could. And suddenly things felt better, safe. I felt less worthless. "Do you wanna know why neither of us have Kajinaris?"

I nodded, gulping back sobs in an attempt to show him that I was alright. "A long time ago, a woman fell in love with a man, but that man ran away. And left her all alone. And that woman wasn't happy. And she did all kinds of bad things to herself. Normally a Kajinari comes to a kid a few years after they're born. But the woman was doing so much harm to her baby that the baby's Kajinari had to stop her. But a few years after the little baby was born, the woman left. She didn't want any help, she didn't want to fix herself. So she lured her guardian into a box, and tied it with rope, and dumped it in a river. I don't know what happened to either of them after that." He said sadly.

Now I understood. I'd always thought I had no guardian. But the whole time, he'd been right there. That's why my dad could be at work one minute and home to comfort me the next. That's why he'd always helped me with things that the other kids got their Kajinaris to do. That's why if I got in trouble, he'd be around to keep me safe. That's why he'd pretended I had no Kajinari, when really it was a family I didn't have. No. That's not true. He's still my dad. I wiped away my tears. "Now do you get why I didn't like that guy? I told you he was a dick." He said, finally letting me go. I started to laugh again.

The next day I gave Jessica a call. We went out for ice cream and we complained about how lame boys were. "I don't want to come off as rude or anything, but your Kajinari... have they finally shown up?" She asked, petting her own at her side, whom she'd nicknamed lassie. I sighed and looked out the window, where a man in a police uniform was idly feeding some ducks and trying to look inconspicuous as he looked for. potential trouble. "Nope. But who needs a magical guardian anyway. I have a dad."

In this world, a person has a Kajinari. A Kajinari is a protector of their assigned human. They aid the human by helping them with many things. Some will help on tests, while others will save their human from a car accident. Despite you being nearly shot, run over, and stabbed, your Kajinari hasn’t come to your aid, ever. The one night, something horrible happened to you emotionally. You came home and started crying in you bed. That’s when you hear the tapping on the window.