[ Godzilla is on shift and something very curious has happened. Everybody's favorite mentor lizard with a nebulous grasp of metaphor has slipped into instincts that have laid dormant for thousands if not millions of years. He's nesting. He's managed to drag his dog bed that's been proportioned to his size out to the Greenhouse, positioning it by one of the windows that sees the most sun throughout the day and further preparing it by packing the bed with the plushiest towels he could find from the newly opened spa.
The big guy is firmly planted in said nest, tail coiled around himself, the egg in his care safely against his side. He doesn't sleep at all during his turn, instead he devotes his time to talking to the egg. Sometimes in low growls, guttural noises, and odd trills that must be whatever passes for his "native language", other times in the perfectly understandable modern tongue his implant translates. He alternates between reading the egg poetry, telling it stories about his world, discussing philosophy, and telling it jokes. Really bad jokes. Not dad jokes, great-great-grand pa jokes. He laughs at every. Single. One. Bless his nuclearor possible quantum energy powered heart. When not speaking to the egg Godzilla provides music for it, either through rhythmic rumbles and trills that when listened to do indeed form a melody, or through straight up singing. In ancient Babylonian.
He's not all gentle giant right now however, recent events and the awakening of parental instincts have him in a Mood. Despite his dotting he's as alert as ever, anyone that comes by has his head snapping up and him reacting instantly. He'd flash his dorsal spines or stand up if he could, but his powers have been sealed and if he stops tending to the egg his true form will quickly follow suit. He settles for letting out a warning growl when people approach, though anyone who's heard him growl can probably tell he's not putting as much into it as usual. He's very tired.]
βΆ 003: Am I so Out of Touch...?
r/AITA
u/gojira β’ β’ 1d
Is it Unreasonable To Assert One's Strength to Make Their Argument's Peak?
Advice
Disagreements
Teaching
Greetings;
There has been a recent disagreement between myself and another. They insisted on maintaining a position of obstinance and hostility in our conversation over the mind-writers. I reasonably took exception with this. I sought to show them the error of their ways and prove the peak of my argument to them, they would not listen to written word so action seemed more appropriate.
Upon a reasonable display of warning I was in turn assaulted by their mate with large rocks. Instinct took over, I confess, and I struck again before we found ourselves receiving the ire of LILITH for the scuffle. I do not agree with the interference, packs should be able to solve their own problems, but I shall not argue with it.
My inquiry: Am I the one who is responsible for the title of "Anatomical Backend" for using my power to stand in front of my meaning rather than hiding behind a wall built from the text characters of the mind-writers? Or was it the humans who were wrong?
π¬πΌπ»ππΌ π»ππ πΌπ¦π²πΌπππ¦π ππΌ π¨πΈππ²πΌ,
Godzilla, King of the Titans.
βΆ 004. WILDCARD [ As always open to anything else you may wanna throw at the big guy! Go wild or hit me up in a dm! ]
Godzilla | Legendary Monsterverse | Everlight
[ Godzilla is on shift and something very curious has happened. Everybody's favorite mentor lizard with a nebulous grasp of metaphor has slipped into instincts that have laid dormant for thousands if not millions of years. He's nesting. He's managed to drag his dog bed that's been proportioned to his size out to the Greenhouse, positioning it by one of the windows that sees the most sun throughout the day and further preparing it by packing the bed with the plushiest towels he could find from the newly opened spa.
The big guy is firmly planted in said nest, tail coiled around himself, the egg in his care safely against his side. He doesn't sleep at all during his turn, instead he devotes his time to talking to the egg. Sometimes in low growls, guttural noises, and odd trills that must be whatever passes for his "native language", other times in the perfectly understandable modern tongue his implant translates. He alternates between reading the egg poetry, telling it stories about his world, discussing philosophy, and telling it jokes. Really bad jokes. Not dad jokes, great-great-grand pa jokes. He laughs at every. Single. One. Bless his nuclear
or possible quantum energypowered heart. When not speaking to the egg Godzilla provides music for it, either through rhythmic rumbles and trills that when listened to do indeed form a melody, or through straight up singing. In ancient Babylonian.He's not all gentle giant right now however, recent events and the awakening of parental instincts have him in a Mood. Despite his dotting he's as alert as ever, anyone that comes by has his head snapping up and him reacting instantly. He'd flash his dorsal spines or stand up if he could, but his powers have been sealed and if he stops tending to the egg his true form will quickly follow suit. He settles for letting out a warning growl when people approach, though anyone who's heard him growl can probably tell he's not putting as much into it as usual. He's very tired.]
βΆ 003: Am I so Out of Touch...?
Greetings;
There has been a recent disagreement between myself and another. They insisted on maintaining a position of obstinance and hostility in our conversation over the mind-writers. I reasonably took exception with this. I sought to show them the error of their ways and prove the peak of my argument to them, they would not listen to written word so action seemed more appropriate.
Upon a reasonable display of warning I was in turn assaulted by their mate with large rocks. Instinct took over, I confess, and I struck again before we found ourselves receiving the ire of LILITH for the scuffle. I do not agree with the interference, packs should be able to solve their own problems, but I shall not argue with it.
My inquiry: Am I the one who is responsible for the title of "Anatomical Backend" for using my power to stand in front of my meaning rather than hiding behind a wall built from the text characters of the mind-writers? Or was it the humans who were wrong?
π¬πΌπ»ππΌ π»ππ πΌπ¦π²πΌπππ¦π ππΌ π¨πΈππ²πΌ, Godzilla, King of the Titans.
βΆ 004. WILDCARD
[ As always open to anything else you may wanna throw at the big guy! Go wild or hit me up in a dm! ]