#but hey! now ghidorah is a good father!

[pumpkinlitost]

Hey, Don't you just ever wonder what ghidorah's father looks like? ( like an actual hydra)

I decided to give ghidorah's Father the name lux. ( yeah he's yours now) and lux is bigger,taller and stronger than his son. ( and yes, lux has one head)

Have a good day.

hello! Honestly I had never thought about ghidora´s parents, Lux sounds like a good name! The idea that Ghidorah has parents makes me think that there is an army of hydras in space, and that at any moment they could reach the earth.

#ghidorah

[iprincezzinuyoukai]

I have to admit, this took longer than I thought, well, I was also working for four days straight, and when I got home, I was already tired, so I wrote very little.

Anyway, after a lot of thinking about how to make a happy ending, here it is — Or maybe not…

I don’t have much to say about it. I’m just asking for more happy endings. Who do I have to sell my soul to to make it that way? Who was the knucklehead who said we’re gonna do this angst? I can’t blame them since we all decided this...

Okay, I’m relax, I calmed down, now I just have to hear your final verdict, and also tell me what you think of the names I use for the babies. By the way, I sent my computer to fix, so I’m uploading this from my phone, and I still don’t know if there's a way to put a ‘read more’, so you know it’s on my ao3 if you’d like to go read it there.

Bonds

As soon as the Sun rose above the sea, a faint pink with the dawn blue painted the sky over his island, Rodan woke up, feeling restless movements beneath him. The great firebird moved from his comfortable nest to dive into the lava and continue to rest, leaving alone his hatchlings who jumped from the nest to the volcanic ground, playing with each other, with five hatchlings still sleeping.

Trueno was the mischievous of the eighteen, perhaps because he was older and a bit bigger than the others, he was always jumping on his siblings, like Flama or Nebulosa who were the smallest and most distracted. They were the runt of the litter, but Rodan was once the runt, and was the only one who survived, so he wouldn’t give up on his daughters, they’ll survive. All of them.

Fuego approached his side, staring at the lava. During the first few days Rodan had hoped that some of his hatchlings would be curious enough to dive. The lava didn’t attract them at all, only to cause pranks between them like pushing each other... In that they take after Ghidorah.

Rodan growled as he remembered his mate. Ghidorah had left on their own, and until they changed that attitude towards their hatchlings Rodan wouldn’t allow the hydra to approach them — That didn’t mean he didn’t care about them, though. Isla de Mara had been their home so far, and Rodan couldn’t imagine his mate returning to Antarctica, a cold, lonely land...

The Fire Demon got angry feeling sorry for the three-headed Dragon — They didn’t leave at all, Rodan could hear the thunder and lightning during the night, a grey clouds near his island, and inside was the three-headed King. Waiting for him to respond.

At first Rodan wouldn’t have hesitated to answer their call and fly into the storm to meet King Ghidorah, after all they are his mate — 

In part, Rodan understood Ghidorah, he also missed flying, missed spending more time with them... However, Ghidorah had to understand that they were no longer the only ones, that they couldn’t go out and fight, and be hurt when they had hatchlings to take care of, that they were no longer all Rodan could focus on.

Nebulosa fell near the lava, waking him up, helping his daughter out and nuzzling her, biting her right wing, the hatchling returned to play with her siblings. As he already guessed it was Trueno who had pushed her. Rodan knew that he could do nothing, but protect them, teach them to fly, and feed them until they could fend for themselves.

There were many predators outside his volcano, many times he had caught the metal insects spying on his hatchings, surely made by humans whom Godzilla trusted, except him; Rodan didn’t want a misfortune, like the one that happened to his family, he didn’t want to be the last one left.

Relámpago and Trueno began to fight, their wings began to move, from top to bottom, in erratic, un-elegant movements, rising in the air a few inches from the ground to fall on the volcanic ground.

He was known as the King of the Skies, a title that made Godzilla angry and Mothra laugh, but it wasn’t his fault that his worshippers named him that, he was an expert flyer, the best if he was being honest. And as such, he’d teach his hatchlings that there was nothing better than fly, over the clouds, over the island,over everything else. They’d inherited Ghidorah’s bio-electrical nature, so Rodan suspected that in time his hatchlings would even learn to create storms and fly as fast as he did.

If only his mate had been patient, maybe they wouldn’t have to throw a tantrum away from home. They’d have taught their hatchling, and Rodan was sure that King Ghidorah would have been proud.

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This was unheard of!

Rodan still didn’t answer their call. No matter how big they made the storm, or how much thunder or lightning they made sound in the sky, none of it caught Rodan’s attention to get him to go to their side or get him out of the nest.

Why wasn’t it working? The last few times had been a success.

Their mate had turned his back on them, deliberately ignoring them, to focus on the golden spawn. He was just leaving the nest to show them how to fly or get them food. Just at those moments, they felt confident enough to try to convince their mate to leave the spawn.

The middle head growled as he saw the nest in which they used to rest with Rodan to be occupied by those golden spawn. If they’d known their offspring would be a nuisance, they wouldn’t have hesitated for a second to step on them when they were still eggs. But now they couldn’t do it.

Apparently, neither they nor any of the weak forms would approach them without Rodan present. All those ships that the worshippers of the weak King sent to the volcano were shot down by their mate, metal worms were swallowed whole if they got close enough to the spawn, and even the birds that flew nearby were caught and delivered to them.

Ghidorah thought that even (if possible) with such ferocity their mate could defeat the weak King and get his revenge against the annoying Queen, if any of them approached Mara. Even though, they definitely didn’t want to face Rodan when he was like that, not because he could beat them, but because they definitely didn’t want to hurt him.

They didn’t want to be alone in this world that they still didn’t understand.

Rodan is their mate, they are his Alpha, his King, he was supposed to do everything they asked for! Their Fire Demon had proved to be more than loyal, had taught them more than they could ask for.

Thousands of years alone had been worth it, as it made them meet him. Rodan had made them make strange decisions, keep him alive, take him as second in command, and then as their mate, and finally have offspring.

Ghidorah grumbled a couple more times before leaving their hiding place in the clouds, annoyed by their thoughts and because the heads began to fight each other. Lately it seemed that all they did was fight each other, it wasn’t something new that often they were in dispute, that was until San tried to bite Ichi’s neck, and Ni was about to break one of San’s horns.

They’d approach Isla de Mara once more, and if Rodan didn’t agree to go with them, then there was no other option.

They would take their mate by force.

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For a long time Rodan had come to terms with the idea that he no longer needed his worshippers and that he was indifferent to the islanders... That’s what he believed.

Rodan thought how none of the islanders had tried to drive him out of his volcano — Not that he’d leave, this was his nest after all — Even after he, and Ghidorah, destroyed part of Mara, the islandees gave him some of the brilliant material that was inside his volcano as well as starting to leave him some of the fishing that had returned to their reefs.

At first Rodan didn’t care about the food that his new worshippers gave him, he didn’t need it, until he thought they weren’t exactly for him. They were for his hatchlings, and while he appreciated the gesture of helping him, he still didn’t like anyone trying to get close to them.

It was already noon, which meant that soon his young would be hungry again. He just had to wait for one of them to start crying for his attention so that the others would follow them, usually it was Trueno or Fuego that tipped off his siblings.

It seemed that his firstborn had read his mind, as soon as Rodan had spread his wings with the intention of flying around, hoping that everything would be in order, when Trueno lay down on the ground, exhausted, and began to wail to be followed by a chorus of equal whimpers.

Rodan approached his hatchlings, nuzzling them, assuring them that in a moment he’d return with food. And that said, he took flight, and flew away from the nest.

The first few days after the hatchlings unfolded their wings they tried to do the same. Rodan knew that they were still too small and young to fly, it’d be a couple of months before they knew how, and then they would learn to feed on the energy of the volcano and the earth, so he’d fly around the volcano, showing his children how it was supposed to flap their wings, and how it was supposed to land.

As Rodan already guessed, the offerings were ready and in place. He’d take a small part on his beak and come back in the night for the rest.

A hum caught his attention, coming from inside the offerings.

A metallic insect no bigger than his children came out of the offerings, Rodan tried to follow it with his eyes, it was moving fast, starting to stress the Titan, moving away heading to the volcano.

Rodan rose up in the air, following that metal bug. That thing was going to his volcano, to his nest, to his hatchlings.

Just as the top of the volcano was in front of them, the metallic insect stopped, flying to the left, confusing Rodan for a moment about its intentions. Hoping to be doing the right thing, Rodan set out to follow the metal bug.

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“The bird has left the nest. The bird has left the nest.” A female voice was heard from the walkie-talkie at the time when a group of people were coming out of hiding in the bushes.

“And you wanted to poison his food.” The girl took off her mask, exposing a blonde ponytail at the same time a bald, taller man watched Rodan fly away from Mara, and get lost in the clouds.

“Shut up, we must act quickly.” The man pointed the way to the volcano, that robot would distract Rodan long enough for the two of them to take the Dorats, as their contractor had told them Monarch was calling them, and get the hell out of Mara.

Giving directions to their team, the man and woman moved away to begin their journey to the volcano while the rest turned back to head for the coast. Once Robert and Marissa would get the Dorats they’d send a helicopter for them, and then they’d escape before Monarch or Rodan found them.

Both hunters hated volcanoes, but it was much better than the snowy mountains. They’d been checking the perimeter, which took them several days to stay in Mara, Rodan protected all sides of his volcano, nothing got out of his sight.

“How much did you say we’d get paid for them?” The blonde girl asked smiling, thinking of the good pay they’d receive once their group would send the message to their contractor.

“Enough to buy an island if we take them all.” Robert answered, still to reach the nest. He just hoped they’d send the helicopter soon, he’d no intention of going down with 18 Titans and a companion who’d no intention of helping.

The heat from the volcano was unbearable, but the profits would be worth it, it was all Marissa could think about, she could finally put this life behind her, no more cheap food, no more sleeping in horrible conditions, finally get all the furs she wanted, all the jewelry she dreamed of.

Once finally near the volcano Robert gave his final directions to Marissa, handing her a pistol with tranquilizer darts. They were just hatchlings, so at least it’d stun them for a couple of hours at the most until their team got to them, and then they’d put them to sleep.

Hiding behind some huge rocks, Robert spied behind it, counting the Dorats; There were twelve playing beside the lava with the other six lying in the nest. It’d be easier to shoot those who were calm, so no strange behavior would arise in their siblings.

Pointing at the six Dorats, both humans fired, watching the darts thrust into their skins — For a moment they thought their skin would be as hard as a rhino’s, but the thought disappeared as soon as the first two fell on the nest, apparently unconscious. They’d to be quick. Soon the six Dorats were knocked down without being able to move, whimpering, confused by why their bodies didn’t respond to them.

One of those who were playing near the volcano heard his sibling’s whimpers and headed for the nest, being followed by the others.

“This gets better.” Marissa happily commented to Robert before continuing to shoot until the eighteen cubs were lying in the nest.

The pair came out of their hiding, walking into the nest, counting exactly 18 Dorats that would make them insanely rich.

“They’re so cute.” Marissa touched one, they’d been easier than the gorilla cubs, but it was obvious that these wouldn’t turn out to be exotic pets. Their skins were covered in golden scales, if she were to shed one perhaps she could pawn it and pass it off as gold, as well as a soft green fur covering their bellies, “I wonder what they’ll do with them.”

“You have no idea how much Jonah loves these little ones.” Robert dragged one to the rest of its siblings, looking at them as they trembled beneath his boots. Gods, huh? They’re just giant, dumb animals. “All the shit I’d to hear from him before we closed the deal.”

“Did he try to recruit you?” Marissa made fun of her hunting buddy.

“My life isn’t inside a humid warehouse.” He lived for the hunt, not for wars and terrorism.

In the distance they could hear the helicopter approaching the volcano.

“It was time.” Marissa commented exasperated as soon as the helicopter landed nearby, “I thought Monarch o Rodan would catch us.”

Robert took two Dorats, placing one over his shoulder and taking the other by its legs, both hunters began to walk towards the helicopter.

The pilot turned his head to see Robert, “We have to hurry!” He shouted, “A storm is coming th— ”

Before Robert or Marissa could set foot near the helicopter, it exploded upon being hit by a yellow electric beam, causing both humans to fly out in different directions along with the Dorats.

Three roars were heard above them and a shadow covered the Sun, something landed inside the volcano, clawing away the rest of the helicopter.

Robert’s and Marissa’s faces turned pale when they saw King Ghidorah in front of them. The Titan who less than a year ago had brought the apocalypse to their world.

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Ghidorah didn’t quite understand what was happening. Rodan wasn’t at the nest, nor anywhere else, but the spawns were alone, and humans had landed on the volcano.

What was going on? Where was Rodan? Why had he left the spawns alone when he was so fascinated by them? Ghidorah kept watching until they saw one of the insects take the little ones and drag them.

They were taking the hatchlings away.

San moved uncomfortable, looking at his two brothers. They didn’t look too good either. Although, the spawns leaving to return to Rodan was one of their plans — This wasn’t the way they’d been thinking it, something made them angry at the mere idea that insects were the ones that were dragging their offspring.

The three snout opened, the electricity ran from their interior to their fangs, ejecting them towards the flying metal object, destroying it in the process. Ghidorah flew directly into the volcano, clawing the remains away and leaving no escape for the two insects who had dared to invade their territory.

As much as attacking the humans meant that the weak King would appear to fight them, seeing their faces full of fear and dread made this all more fun.

A fearful moan caught their attention, the hatchlings were paralyzed in the nest. Ni approached them, moving them with the tip of his snout. The hatchlings stopped crying and trembling, they seemed to recognize that they were their other Parents. Ghidorah could recognize a faint of Rodan’s smell on all of them —

Their anger increased.

They had tried to take their hatchlings away.

Thunder fell near the volcano in the direction of those humans who didn’t hesitate to run. San lunged at the man, catching him between his fangs, hearing his screams, and swallowing him completely.

“Robert!” The girl screamed in terror, turning around, and trying to get out of the volcano, didn’t care if she had to roll out to the coast, she’d to escape, she couldn’t die here, she need to warn the submarine that there’d been trouble —

Marissa screamed when sharp claws trapped her, putting all their weight over her, feeling as the three-headed Titan crushed her until there was no trace of light and her face pressed between scales and volcanic earth, hearing a sadistic laugh, and then all was white noise.

Ghidorah heard how the insect’s bones broke beneath them. They raised their claw, observing a red mass of what was once a human. Ni devoured the rest, leaving no trace that they were ever in their volcano.

A faint grow made them look back.

One of the hatchlings had begun to move, standing in front of his siblings, his little wings were spread out, his little snout showing little pointed fangs, staring defiantly at Ghidorah. So they did remember them. They, despite recognizing them as their Father, also feared them.

Ghidorah leaned their heads towards the little one, recognizing him as the first one to come out of the egg, the little one who had exploded his shell. Ichi glanced at him, hoping to see some of the beams again, but all the little one did was take a little leap forward.

San shook his head, laughing at such an act of their hatchlings.

Their hatchlings. They had hatchlings now.

Ni tried to intimidate the hatchling, roaring, however the little one stood in his place completely fascinated by the powerful roar, and opening his little snout he did the same, but instead a shriek resembling a bidibidi was heard, amusing his Parents. The right head moved their tails, showing their spikes up, and making them sound. Trueno turned to see his own tail, shaking it just as the other Titan did, disappointed by making no noise.

Ni approached the firstborn, moving him slightly with his snout, causing him to stumble and lose his balance, quickly rising up, looking closely at their claws and comparing them to his own.

Little by little the other hatchlings began to move closer to their brother, watching the huge three-headed being who was their other Father. Fuego tried to move until Ichi noticed and the little one quickly returned to the nest.

The middle head looked at the other little ones, biting one of San’s horns, Ichi pointed to the rest of the hatchlings. The two heads leaned towards the nest, San being the first to make contact with them, imitating Ni and soon the left head was being surrounded by a few, putting their front legs on his snout, trying to bite him.

Ichi noticed a couple had fallen behind, they were too small and immobile.

The runt of the litter, he thought.

Nebulosa was the first to approach Ichi, Flama bit her tail, trying to stop her, but as many times before, she was too weak that even her little sister dragged her until they were both in front of their Father.

Watching how Nebula dragged Flama, reminded Ichi of when they were young and San always bit them by the horns to go in the direction he wanted. They were still small so biting them wasn’t an option, but he passed his bipedal tongue over them.

Flama trembled, feeling the cold muscle above her, it wasn’t warm like her Dad’s, but instead Nebulosa stood still, as if she’d been paralyzed again — At least that’s what she thought until she saw her sister move energetically, and run towards their Father, whom she didn’t hesitate to lick his snout, calling her to approach them.

Flama approached with extreme caution, not breaking contact with the middle head until she reached the side of her sister, who insisted her to put her forelegs over the huge snout with many sharp fangs that could tear her apart at any moment.

Their daughter smelled of fear, that’s how the runts lived, still — Ghidorah didn’t want her to live that way, if they’re all their offspring then they should start behaving like one. They are the children of a King.

Ichi slightly moved Nebulosa from his snout, leaving her beside her sister, and at the look of confusion from their daughters, he nuzzled both of them with his snout, hearing little sounds of happiness, and how they both did the same.

Before any of the three heads could stop them, Ghidorah watched their eighteen little ones run beneath them, trying to get them to play with them, biting their spikes or hiding under their wings. Ghidorah lay over the volcano, watching the hatchlings from their place, with three heads was easier.

This is what Rodan had been doing on his own since they left... Their mate was doing a good job, Ghidorah couldn’t help, but wonder what Rodan would do to them once he saw them again in the volcano.

The answer would be here soon, San observed towards the sky, the smell of lava was near.

Their mate was coming back.

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“Robert?! Can you hear me?!”

There was no response.

“Marissa?! Will someone please respond?!” The man speaking on the walkie-talkie became increasingly nervous, recently the transmitter had found an object approaching over the volcano and no one of his friends responded.

For a moment the entire team feared that the bait had failed, and Rodan was returning to his nest — Then they heard the thunder; The helicopter had already landed as soon as Marissa and Robert launched the signal, and so far everything had looked good, but then King Ghidorah appeared. 

From that moment on, Charles hadn’t stopped trying to communicate with his companions, but none answered. Maybe they escaped, maybe they hid, maybe they’re already coming here with a fucking animal that would make them rich, anything, but dead!

“Sir,” A woman got off the submarine, “We have to go. Our transmitter picked up some interference. We think Monarch found us.”

“We're not leaving here without my partners!” Charles screamed hysterically, looking at the volcano. It’d been silent for a while since Ghidorah appeared, and cast his beams.

The sound of an object falling into the sea made everyone turn back and their faces pale. The metallic mosquito they’d been using to distract Rodan had fallen on the submarine. It was completely destroyed and melted, and then another sound caught his attention.

A shadow covered them from the Sun, in the silhouette they could see a being spreading its wings, an immense heat began to invade their guts, even though they began to sweat cold.

Charles turned around, watching the King of the Skies in front of him, completely enraged by the bait.

“You motherfucker.” That’s all Charles could say before Rodan got all over him and his team.

Once Rodan was sure that none of those pestering humans had survived — he even made sure that he’d thrown that insect with such force that it sank their ship to the bottom of the ocean — he felt completely satisfied.

They’d tried to keep him away from his nest, from his hatchlings. He left them alone and if — And if Ghidorah hadn’t been around… He might have never see his hatchlings again.

Rodan was relieved. Ghidorah was protecting their hatchlings, just as they should have from the beginning, Rodan knew that in time Ghidorah would get used to the needs of their children, get fond of them, see how equal they were.

Looks like today was that day.

Rodan spread his wings, ready to take flight to the nest, he’d to make sure his hatchlings and mate were well —

A slight vibration was felt beneath his claws.

It was for a moment, but it was there, and if he felt it then surely King Ghidorah must have done it anyway.

Rodan looked towards the horizon, just where that island was.

 There was no doubt.

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His eyes opened as soon as he heard the egg broke, his Queen hadn’t taken off his side since he came to her island and her egg had formed well — Until the last night when she felt that the moment was approaching, and she flew away until she disappeared into the deep jungle.

Rising from his lair and heading for the surface he began to walk towards the center of the cave. His Queen’s song was being sung, he arrived just in time.

The interior of the cave was illuminated by small luminescent colored stones, creating colored reflections on his skin as well as above the murals.

The two female humans stood in front of the egg while his Queen stood behind, hoping to be the first to receive their little one.

Coming close enough he saw a crack at the top, and just as the song continued, the crack over the shell grew larger and larger, until the whole shell was covered in breaks.

A blue, black-spotted wing came out first, followed by a pair on the opposite side of the egg, completely breaking the egg, showing a small, brown head with a pair of small antennas sticking out.

It was then that his little one observed them and then to the two humans accompanying them, gently falling over her chest now that she was finally free, curious about the little beings and their lullaby.

She was completely like him, with the exception of her wings and a white mane around her neck. His Queen sat over his head, nuzzling lovingly, she was happy that their daughter was finally with them.

Both new parents approached the newborn as she stood motionless in her place, even watching the pair of humans who had stopped singing to approach her and nuzzle her lovingly.

The Goddess flew from her King's head to the side of her daughter, who as soon as she saw the same patterns on her wings didn’t hesitate to let herself be covered by her, feeling that protection and security that she once had in the egg. The little one’s eyes looked at her Father who she take after physically, screeching excited.

The King came even closer to his daughter, she was so small and so beautiful, he wouldn’t hesitate to do all he could to protect her.

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And he’d do it.

The False King was finally recovered, roaming the world in search of him, and he’d go after them to finish what must have been over in the nest of the humans.

With that thought in mind, Godzilla came out of the cave, he knew exactly where to find them.

#Godzilla #Godzilla King of The Monsters #King of The Monsters #Monsterverse #KOTM #Rodan #King Ghidorah #Dorats #Rodorah #okay... so happy ending? still not there #but hey! now ghidorah is a good father! #it's a win! #okay yeah their babies wpuld be in danger again but BUT!!! #maybe the next part will take me more days #no sé siento que no di el ancho con este capitulo #i feel it so lazy #please tell me your opinions i'm having doubts about me... #or i haven't sleep enoigh #maybe i should start sleeping more... #but i can't! #okay ahora si me desvie del tema #tengo otros nombres para el resto pero no se sabra hasta la siguiente parte #but anyway tell me if you have ideas for more names #Iris Stuff #Long Post #like a really Long post...

[embidedbythesand]

gvk thoughts

not gonna lie, i'm lowkey disappointed with the film. im not good at reviewing films so ill just make a list of beefs

1. it was way too fast paced and there seemed to be way too much going on for such a short movie. it wasn't even 2 hours, and there's no build up its just like "oh thats whats goin on now ok"

2. the human characters -the movie already wasnt going to the same without serizawa, graham and dare i say stenz, but hey serizawa's son will be in it that will be good and maybe he'll be in future films carrying his father legacy or being plain evil whoohoo. except he gets like 2 scenes, has little dialogue, his father is never mentioned by absolutely anyone in the film, not even him. hes there more as the henchman and then he dies a horrible death. not horrible as in gruesome, horrible as in i wanted to fucking laugh like that was just BAD. there was so much character potential there and then they didnt even use it. -mark was in 2 scenes and he still managed to piss me off. "ope he attacked apex he's a bad guy again no im not going to question the fact he's only targeting apex facilities no siree hes bad bad bad shut up madison u know nothing" like fuck offff dude did u learn nothing -madison was coo, im not sure what purpose her friend served but i liked bernie alot

3. who will win? a mechanized giant with deadly lazer beams capable of taking out 2 titans at once ruled by the psychic powers of ghidorah or one flasky boy. apex is too dense to make their machinery waterproof apparently i-

4. the villians were laaaaaaaaaaaammmmmeeee. cliche stuck up mfers, "mwahahha humanity will be the dominant species again hahahah" ike wtf happend to alan jonah wheres he at he was so much more interesting n then poof hes gone

im just................disappointed. i had my nitpicks w the other monsterverse films but this one kinda tops them. still cant find a balance between big monster and interesting human characters without having to introduce a bunch of new ones and then kill off the best ones. but bc i dont wanna end this too negatively i will say the fight scenes are real good and the effects, cgi, and hollow earth are beautiful. but the story was wasted potential all the way through.

#godzilla spoilers #godzilla vs kong spoilers #godzilla vs kong #serizawa #madison russell #rambles

[three-golden-kings]

Other Ghidorah: Hey, it's been a while

The othe Ghidorah f on 20 years ago flies in and lands before them. Their son Ghiji is there too, flying by himself this time.

Othe Ichi: Ghiji, you still remember them, right?

Ghiji: Sure do! Hiii ^^

The young cub has grown a little bit, but he's still pretty small. Not as small as the little ones on their father's back, poking their heads out from behind their necks. Two tiny females, one red, one dark brown, almost black

Ichi: Welcome back! It’s been a while indeed. I see Ghiji has started to fly on his own [He smiled and turned to the cubs on the other Ghidorah’s back] Well, hello there! [He smiled at them]

San: Hii!! ^^ [With excitement he turned to the cubs on the Other Ghidorah] Aww!! You two are so cute!! [He leaned to them and sniffed them in curiosity]

Ni stayed silent, but he smiled at the cubs.

Ichi: As you can see we’re not in that volcano anymore. Plus, we now live on Earth and we’re getting quite accustomed now. But enough about us, how’s everything in your universe? Based on your smiles I assume everything is good.

#Ichi #ni #san #archangeldraws #reformed ghidorah

[arias-multiverse]

Cringe old Ghidorah x oc story that I wanna share since I don't have anything else to post lol pt 1

10 years.....

'It's been 10 long, sad years since the defeat of Godzilla, our last and final hope to defeat Ghidorah, a three-headed golden hydra that forced us underground. The same hydra that is now alpha and rules over the other kaiju. He was the one that separated, me, my siblings, and my cousin from the rest of our family. So many people are dead because of him, our numbers have shrunken and what once was 10,000 people living underground is now 50. I still can't believe that we live like rabbits, underground in burrow-like homes. The walls are 7 feet tall and the home is as big as two average living rooms. It might not seem so bad but with four other people, it's pretty cramped. I -'

"IKER!!!"

Iker practically jumped out of his skin as he heard a sudden yell. The 13-year-old looked behind him to see his older sister. She was a bit taller than him but he was stronger than her and more agile.

Xiola chuckled at her brother's reaction "Hey, just wanna let you know that you're potato is going to be eaten by Alex if you don't hurry" she advised him.

The youngest of the four immediately dropped his journal and pencil in his rush to make it to the plate before his brother did.

" ALEX! DON'T YOU DARE TAKE MY POTATO!!!! " Iker barked as he saw his brother advance his movements.

With a dive, Iker managed to snatch the potato out of Alex's reach and he bit into the warm starch. He let out a soft moan at how soft and warm the food was and it reminded him of how his mother used to make mashed potatoes. Another thing that had changed was the amount of food they were allowed to eat. They were only allowed to eat twice a day and small proportions of food now, even though there were only 50 of them, some still being babies and breastfeeding. No one was fat and everyone was either slim or anorexic. Luckily not a lot of people were anorexic because their last doctor had died the previous year. Iker slowly ate his potato, savoring the taste in his mouth before swallowing. As he was about to swallow his last bite, a hand swiftly came down onto his neck, making him choke a little. A few minutes later, the redhead had finished spitting out the chunk of food to prevent choking further. He looked behind him, slightly irritated at whoever caused this. But his irritation subsided seeing that it was his older 18-year-old cousin, Ajar. The 6-foot tall young man wasn't just the tallest or the oldest, he was the one who took care of Iker, Alex, and Xiola when they were young and scared of being separated. Alex could never stay annoyed at him for long because he would always apologize and try to make it up to his youngest cousin.

"Sorry about that Burn, you ok?" Ajar questioned, calling Iker by the nickname he gave him.

He honestly didn't understand why the older man called him that but whenever he asked Xiola or Alex, both would say that it was because he tended to be around when something was burned when they were younger. Though Ajar said it was because his spirit burned with a flame that couldn't be put out.

"Yes I'm fine, thanks for asking, you did kinda surprise me though, I thought you were still asleep" the youngest teen admits as he let out a sheepish chuckle.

"I had woken up earlier due to my bladder almost exploding," Ajar told him as he helped Iker up.

Speaking of the bathroom, do you think that they had actual bathrooms? Of course not! They had a bucket that they had to empty and clean every night, taking turns. Tonight was going to be the first time Iker will be ridding the bucket of its filth and clean it, meaning that he would be able to leave the burrow. He had never left, not even once and he was slightly scared because he would have to do it all alone at night when the titans were asleep or at least that's what everyone assumed. After all, there weren't earthquakes during the night.

"Hey, it's your turn to clean out the bucket tonight right?" Ajar questioned, remembering.

Iker nodded "Yea, my first time outside the burrow" he felt sweat roll down his neck as he thought about it.

"Attention all units, the kaiju are asleep, I repeat, all kaiju are asleep, it is now safe to leave your residence" the radio above them announced.

"That's your cue" Ajar smiled before handing Iker a sponge, lamp, and of course the most important thing, the bucket, the foul wretched smelling full of poop bucket.

The putrid stench of fecal matter entered Iker's nostrils and he had to will himself not to vomit and add to the smell. Out of the corner of his left eye he caught his brother smirking which made him roll his eyes. If he had written a tally of things he hated (Which he had done already), one of the items on it would be when his brother smirked. Because it never meant any good and ordinarily he was the gudgeon of his brother's plans. Alex walked by him, keeping his smirk on his face as he went to his sleeping bag. Iker would've warmly tally all the things he hated about his brother but he knew that he shouldn't waste any more time. With a heavy sigh and a hint of distress, the young teen left their abode and started to tread down the channel, holding the lamp which provided a meager amount of light, which burnished just enough so that he could see where the path made a turn. As much as he wished that other people lived closer or that there weren't so many vacant burrows, he knew that it would be like this as long as Ghidorah was in charge. While taking a right turn, a memory of him when he was younger crossed his mind. It was when he had just turned three and he had woken up in the middle of the night from a nightmare. The small child immediately had searched for his parent's room in the big house with tall dark hallways. Feeling despair, alone, and trapped, he let a high-pitched wail, awakening all the other residents that were once asleep. The sound of miffed groaning from the other children and abashed questions from the adult filled his ears. Footsteps came towards the 3-year-old and he would've had run back to his room if it weren't for his feet feeling like they were hot glued to the floor. Iker was about to make a break for it but he soon recognized the figure as his mother.

She bent down to his level "Dear, what's wrong?" questioned the older woman.

Her son nestled his mother and it brought a smile to the woman's features.

"You want to sleep with me and your father don't you?" she assumed as she picked up her son and proceeded to shuffle back into her room that she shared with her husband.

Iker smiled a bit at the memory while he approached the stream of water that was underground. The stream was very slender yet boisterous somehow. The teen would always speculate where the water came from and how it always remained so crude. He bent down and took a deep breath while putting the bucket in the water. The brown clumps of fecal matter flowed out the bucket and down south. Iker repeated this motion for an hour before starting to scrub the inside with the sponge. As his hands went to work, the sound of low static filled his ears. It made him go pale as he decided to go faster and hurry back. Once finished with the task, his feet raced back to his home. Whatever made the static scared him but also made him curious. Though right now at the moment, his fear outweighed his curiosity. Iker was heaving by the time he made it back home, not that anyone noticed because they were asleep. After putting the sponge and bucket back in its place, Iker sat down on his sleeping bag and was going to doze off when a roar was heard from above.

"They're awake"

#Ocs #art isn't mine #ghidorah isn't mine #I hate this lol #Definitely going to rewrite one day #cursing later on

[cant-blink]

Ghidorah’s Egg, Ch. 2: Impossible

Summary: After a day of destruction, Ghidorah’s ready to settle in for the night when Ichi makes a terrible discovery.

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The radius of destruction around their nest was growing quite well.

Spreading their vast wings, Ghidorah leapt up into the air, the winds generated from their take-off bringing up a cloud of debris and embers. They don’t even glance back at the burning ruins of the forest as they made their way back to the volcano.

Their neurons come alive with a wave of activity, San eagerly recapping his excitement over the day. All three of their mouths were full of insects and other alien creatures they managed to catch during the tail-end of their rampage, a small meal for their slave. He was healing well, but was still bound to the volcano. He would practice short and limping flights every now and again, but was still unable to fly the long distance needed to join them on their mission. 

It’s fine. They actually came to enjoy their nest, their throne. They didn’t mind staying there for a few more weeks. Not like the world was going anywhere, and the other titans out there were picking up the slack destroying their own homes against their will. Quite satisfying, really.

Their volcano comes into view after a few hours of flight and Ichi circled above, swooping in for the landing. Their slave looked up at them as their wings flared and they touched down. He smiled, ignoring the slight sizzle of the rain striking his body.

“Hey.” he said as a greeting. 

Ghidorah doesn’t even let out a grunt as Ichi lowered his head to drop the mass of aliens from his mouth upon the ground. He felt a warm beak bump against his snout, and he allowed it for a moment before pulling away. Ni added to the pile, the bird respectfully letting him go untouched and nuzzling San as he topped off the small mound of death. It was a routine they’ve gotten used to, and hopefully won’t have to carry out for much longer.

As the slave picked through his meal, eating one morsel at a time like it was a delicacy, Ghidorah moved to their usual resting spot and settled down for the night.

Everything was quiet and peaceful, as Ni and San cleaned their respective wings and Ichi tended their main body. The middle head was diligent, cleaning off the ashes and soot that covered their chest and abdomen. He moved lower and lower down their body towards their tails, when his nose picked up some odd scent that wasn’t there the previous night. Very faint, but he’s sworn he’s smelled it before. For the life of him, he couldn’t put a finger on it. But it spurred some kind of impulse within him and he inhaled more deeply.

He followed the scent, searching for the source, the instinct growing more intense each time. His nose was led to a small region between their legs. This is where the scent was coming from. He’s detected this scent before, somewhere in his life millions of years ago. He searched his mind for a moment and after much sorting through, memories came up of them chasing off another adult Ghidorah without a struggle, without any courtship involved. Because the other hydra had this scent emanating from them. A scent that told them that mating would be futile because the dragon they chased off was already-

This only confirmed the lingering instinct, and he felt his heart skip a beat. It was impossible, but unmistakable…

They were pregnant.

It took a long few moments where he stayed with his nose hovering inches above their scales, eyes wide. How could this even be? They haven’t mated with another Ghidorah for hundreds of millions of years and even then, they were the victor of the courtship! They were the ones that gave the seed, not received it. How-

His mind flashed to the mating with their slave.

No, that couldn’t be possible either! They were completely different species from completely different worlds! Even if they weren’t, that too was a courtship won, and they were the male in that coupling! His eyes dart to the bird, obliviously enjoying his dinner, and he wonders: what kind of earth trick was this? Did the males get pregnant on this world? HOW?! That made absolutely NO sense and flew in the face of everything he thought he knew about the topic! Admittedly, it wasn’t much, but he knew the basics! He replayed their mating in his mind over and over, looking for any sign that could explain this. He… He had nothing.

This shouldn’t be possible!

His eyes glanced towards his siblings, both of them distracted and oblivious to his discovery as they groomed their respective wings. But it would only be a matter of time before the scent gets powerful enough for them too to notice. What was he going to do?

His eyes focus on the right head. He was the one to object against mating with the slave in the first place, and if he learns what that mating resulted in, then…

Ni will never forgive him for this. Everything will go to shit again, this happy harmony between them will be long forgotten. His second-in-command was always volatile and stubborn and difficult to reason with in some cases. This would, without a doubt, be one of those cases! How will Ichi even begin to break the news in a way that causes the least amount of damage?

Okay, calm down. He had to keep a level head. There’ll be time before their pregnancy becomes obvious, and he can use that time to plan out a way to convey the news to his brothers. He didn’t know how yet, but he prided himself on his intelligence and communication skills. He’ll come up with something. Until then, just keep calm and composed. Continue with their nightly routine as usual, act like nothing’s wrong. He was lagging a bit behind, but not something out of the ordinary, especially given how much filth accumulated on their scales.

He didn’t like the idea of hiding anything from his siblings, but this was necessary and temporary.

Either way, Ni is not going to be pleased.

Finishing up the grooming of the body, Ichi turned to groom Ni’s face. The right head winced slightly, but took the grooming without so much as a growl. One of the many changes in his behavior, one that Ichi wasn’t sure how to feel about. He knew his brother still did not like the grooming, so he tried to get it over with quickly.

After he finished, he turned to San, finding him with the slave. He was taking food directly from his mouth as he ate. The bird seemed happy to share, letting San take the insect from his beak before getting another. However, no sooner did he do that than San tried to take it again. The youngest could easily snatch up the aliens from the pile, but he wanted to steal his snacks. More fun that way, especially when the slave put a clawed hand over his muzzle to try to push him away. He smirked with a growl, taking the hand in his jaws. Funny little slave, thinking he could deter his thievery.

However, his play was interrupted when he felt a firm nudge upon his neck. Oh, his turn already? His thievery has been deterred! The youngest turns away from the slave and eagerly moves towards Ichi, purring happily as he always does when groomed. And his delight only gets better when Ichi purred for him when it was San’s turn to groom him.

Just as he finished his task and began turning back to the slave- 

“Brother San,” Ichi said firmly. “Let the slave eat. Sleep, now.”

“M’kay!” San chirped with a beam, nuzzling up against his sibling. “Good night, Brother Ichi.” He felt a snout bump in return and laid himself down over their left tail.

With his two siblings settling down for sleep, Ichi turned his eyes to the horizon. His mind returned to the anxiety spurred by his discovery, working out when it would be the best time to bring the subject up. Should he do so inconspicuously first, in casual conversation? Test the waters out a bit and have some lead-up before he drops it on them? Sounds like stalling to him, but-

His thoughts are interrupted as he felt a warmth against their side and he made a brief glance over to see their slave settling himself next to them. He felt his beak nibbling their scales in a groom, and he was content to ignore the bird when he suddenly spoke up.

“You alright? You feel tense.” 

Of course the bird was going to notice and speak up about it. He exhales softly through his nose before responding curtly. “It is fine.” Should he tell the bird about their pregnancy? After all, he was the... sire of their offspring. He had to keep in a growl at that thought. A slave, the father of their progeny. Ni was right, it was disgusting and he knew he had nobody to blame but himself. And it was best to avoid dragging their slave into this mess as well. He needed to mind his own damn business, anyway.

As if that’ll stop him...

“You’re such a stubborn prick, you know that?” the bird continued in a joking manner, but Ichi nonetheless casts a glare in his direction. Warning him to watch his tongue when speaking to him. The bird closed his beak, watching him for a moment before continuing in a softer voice. “With what we’ve been through, you should know by now that I’m always here to talk. Unless you wanna pull a Ni and just shut everyone out.”

This bird wanted him to take the bait, but he was not biting. His sharp eyes don’t falter from the slave as he spoke. “I will discuss any issues with my brothers when the time is right. It is none of your concern, slave.”

The bird kept his gaze for a long moment before sighing. “If you say so. The offer is on the table though, so y’know, whenever you’re ready...”

Silence between them, Ichi turning his gaze back to the horizon. The bird leaned against him, resuming his grooms. His uninjured wing lifted over them, and his claws were trailing over the scales of their back, applying some pressure in a massage. Oh. Pampering, something Ichi can appreciate when anxiety gets the best of him. 

One of the uses the bird still had, in fact, and why he was still allowed to live despite his injuries. 

Letting out a quiet breath from his nose, Ichi carefully shifting the body to relax completely, enjoying the warmth and attention. It really did feel nice, and at least for the night, he can let himself forget...

#ghidorah #king ghidorah #rodorah #rodan #godzilla #king of the monsters #ichi #ni #san #kevin

[xilienmultiverse-archived]

Oh God, Not Him...

Emperor Ghidorah was enjoying life on the Island that he had called his home for a while now. The Sun was shining, and, despite having warm fur to help his Cold Blooded Nature, he still enjoyed laying out in the sun, absorbing the heat to warm his cold blood. Well... Ainn and Dhrai mostly enjoyed it, Zvaii was bored out of his mind, and was shooting Gravity Fireballs at whatever bird was flying overhead with a malicious cackle. However, their fun would be ruined when they heard a familiar roar. “KYAAAAA-YAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!” The strange, distorted, almost mocking Roar would ring out across the beach the Half-breed lay on. Before long, a Green, Wart Covered hand would grab Zvaii by the neck, right under his head. The hand tightened it’s grip, and as Zvaii struggled, his attention was turned towards the older, disgusting looking Kaiju that had been terrorizing them for the past week or so. Gabara. “KYAAAAA-YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Well, lookie here, the half-breed found themselves on my turf again!” Gabara would state, throttling Zvaii’s neck. Zvaii was about to shoot out a Fireball, but Gabara would send an incredibly strong Electric Current through the Half-Breed’s body, making them practically steam with how it burned them. “Hey, Runt, who said you could attack me, huh? Kyaaaa-yahahahaha! You’re as stupid as ya look! I bet you’re laying out here with no momma and poppa because they took a look at ya and saw how ugly you were and decided to bounce!” Gabara mocked further, as Dhrai would let out a small cry, being both hurt mentally and physically. Gabara, no bigger than 35 Meters, towered over the 15-20 Meter tall Youngling. Ainn would let out a viscous snarl, flames protruding from his mouth, as he shot a death glare towards the Bullfrog-like Kaiju. “You Bastard.... I’m gonna enjoy feasting on your insiIIIIIIIIIIII-” Ainn would only get a few words out before Gabara, cackling again, sent another powerful current through the Hybrid. The giant Bullfrog would keep laughing until something approached from behind. Gabara would stop, his light speckling of hair standing up as he turned around. Before him was his father, Gabara Sr., who was famous for bullying Godzilla when he was younger. Sr. would pick up his son, before patting him on the head. “Good job, Kiddo! You really gave ‘em what for, eh!? Kyaaaaaaa-Yahahahaha! That’s my son!” Sr. would proudly boast, before kicking sand in the Ghidorah-Guardian Hybrids face, before traipsing off. The young child would turn to the three of them, before sticking their tongue out. “An’ if you ever wanna take on my dad, then tough luck! He’s a member ‘a the Xiliens, and he’s ranked higher than Zilla! Kyaaaaaaaaaaa-Yahahahahaha!” Gabara Jr. Announced, before the three of them stewed in their anger. “Shouldn’t we tell Crimso-” “No. This is a matter of PRIDE, Dhrai.” “I’LL FECKING KILL THEM!”

Gabara Jr. and Gabara Sr. are now open for Asks!

#[Genetically Superior] - Emperor Ghidorah #[Headache 1] - Gabara Jr. #[Headache 2] - Gabara Sr. #[Reports from the front line] - IC #[Introductions] - New Muse(s) #xilieninvasion

[slifers-executive-writer]

A Overall Discussion About Godzilla: King of the Monsters 2019.

It has been awhile since I wrote an original piece on my blog, and while I’ve stated this is mostly for my writing and anime fandom, I cannot help but include one of my other passions. That is of course the movies. One topic that has been going around the internet lately is the potential flop that is Godzilla:KOTM 2019. I will put it out there right now, that while this movie isn’t doing as good as I would like, I’m sure it will make its money back and I certainly don’t think it is a flop. But my main reason for writing this particular discussion is to clear the air about where this film stands. I’ve been hearing a lot of reviews both top critical and various Youtubers complain about this thing and my overall observation is a lot of them claim to ‘like’ Godzilla and yet clearly don’t understand a goddamn thing.

A very similar thing happened with Detective Pikachu. Both movies not scoring that great on Rotten Tomatoes and overall critic/Youtuber reception being very mixed, yet the general audience seemed to enjoy both summer blockbusters. Both films suffered from a lot of ‘reviewers’ not doing even the smallest amount of research on source material before opening their big angry mouths and complaining why certain characters or concepts weren’t included.  

And example complaint on these films were:

Detective Pikachu: wHeRe Is TeAm RoCkeT?

Godzilla KOTM: wHy ArEn’T tHeRe OtHeR tOhO mOnStErS?

Yes these were real complaints.

Now in all honesty, I know neither of these movies are masterpieces as in terms of depth of plot or character arcs. If I had to choose one, I would definitely say it terms of the human elements, Detective Pikachu was a much better film. So I am fully aware that these flicks are complete nostalgia pandering hunks of cheese. 

And yet I still found myself enjoying both films to the point where I clapped at the end. The same way almost everyone and their grandmother did for the Avengers. So what is it about this hot garbage making so many people flock to the theaters multiple times to see them?

It’s the simple fact that we have had these Japanese properties in our lives for several decades. Pokemon (1998) & Godzilla (1954). If anyone grew up on either of these or both (such as myself) then we know that as long as these Americanized films are a loads of fun, we can forgive the lazy messy plots. But perhaps that is why these movies aren’t what we all wish they could be...because they are created on American soil. 

You see unfortunately, Hollywood has been in one of the most non-creative/reboot mayhem crisis I’ve ever witnessed. Big corporate studios have to pump out as many safe reboot/non original IPs as possible and it seems to have lost most it’s writing talent as well. If certain directors and producers aren’t behind a project, then the adapted movie (such those inspired by anime and other foreign film franchises) probably won’t have much substance. Not to mention Western filmmakers and our critics don’t seem to fully understand the culture shock of the growing popularity in these Japanese properties. Nor do they understand the appeal of these features, hence all the negative/angry reviews. We have seen this time and time again. And it is nothing new.

Now let’s get back to Godzilla: KOTM. It was a fun ride no doubt. The CGI was incredible, and with certain recent Marvel and DC films, this is a mark a lot of those films miss. So thank Godzilla that our beloved kaijus and other effects looked gorgeous. The cinematography for the monsters was also done very well. There are plenty of moments where we truly understand the grand size of these creatures. Overall the fights were awesome and mind numbing. And the music, oh my god the scoring was incredible. Done by Bear McCreary, who did the recent God of War installation did our Kaiju King a great service. Paying homage to classic Godzilla themes was the perfect icing on the cake. So what was the big complaint? 

Lol These dumbasses. The people in any robot/kaiju/creature feature seem to be the hardest thing directors cannot figure out no matter how hard they try. But let us admit that we as viewers are pretty hypocritical in this argument. On one hand we ask for a shit ton of monster brawls and on the other hand, we complain their are too many explosions and that the effect wears off after a while. We want human stories and then we complain that they are in the movie at all. Godzilla KOTM by no means has a good human story. Some moments with the military and Ken Watanabe were fine, but the idiots in the images above this movie did not need...like at all. I especially hated the father and mother figures. Like yeah Eleven (Milly Bobby Brown), I would run the fuck away too. I’m not excusing the writers for the shitty human plot, I’m just explaining as to why we still suffer from this problem. However, if you are a fan of the Godzilla franchise, you know for a majority of the films, the human plot is not much better than what we see here. Maybe that was Michael Dougherty’s point. He claimed that this was the ultimate film for Godzilla fans and quite frankly, maybe he is right.

Aside from the very first film (Gojira 1954), the human elements of these films were always lack luster, silly, and even forced. Yet so many people are quick to judge our American filmmakers for ruining what ‘only the Japanese can do right’ and in all honesty I’ve never heard such a false statement. The image above is from one of my favorites, Godzilla 2000. Japan’s fuck you to the terrible 1998 film. But when watching this, did you really care about this guy, his daughter, and his dumbass girlfriend. Or the scientists and their anime-esque villain. The answer is probably no. In any of these kaiju films, very rarely do we ‘really’ care about the people. We just want to see the action. The plots are always, cliche, predictable, and stuffing in some bullshit environmental awareness message. Nukes are bad and people suck. But we love Godzilla (practically a walking nuke) anyway. 

Godzilla KOTM, is the same shit we’ve seen before only with American styled editing and tropes. So lots of quick cuts and a focus on the family unit. But hey the special effects are so much better than anything we have seen previously. I don’t have to laugh when I see wires and crappy green screen, or using the same footage from a previous movie. Nope. All our favorite kaijus are in beautiful IMAX quality and are ready to wreck cities worldwide. This is the film fans asked for and we got it. Oh and before the next person complains that the Japanese can only do it better, here is what was done before this.

We got Evangelion Goji with AIDs and CG Tree Goji with Ramen Noddles Ghidorah. While Shin Godzilla was a masterpiece over seas, if you didn’t understand the political subtext, then this film was an angsty destructive ride by a guy who can’t even finish his own art thesis of an anime. (I totally don’t have mixed feelings over Evangelion lol). I didn’t hate Shin Godzilla. It had its moments, but I didn’t think it held the same power of the film it was trying to emulate. Not to mention the CGI and sound design at points were just dreadful. As for the Netflix anime Godzilla trilogy...just wow. Aside from loving the physical design of this new Goji and his new powers, this story was worse than awful, it was downright boring. Even hardcore Godzilla fans had a hard time defending this mess of bad CG. With a promise of multiple featured kaiju and Mecha Godzilla, we get a hunk of nano metal and the only other kaiju actually featured looking like a pack of Maruchan coming down to like ...basically have a staring contest with Godzilla and then evaporate. What a fight for the ages...

In conclusion, I’m not sure if and when either Japan or American will ever truly get it right. We may like certain aspects of one film but hate the rest of it and the cycle will continue on and on. But as far as KOTM goes, I’m happy it exists and hope it does well enough for Legendary to renew its licenses with Toho. I and many others just want Godzilla in the roster and to continue the legacy. Something for future generations of children and adults to enjoy the romping monsters and hear their iconic roars. We can’t let this current toxic and hating Internet culture bitch and complain about concepts and niche cultures it doesn’t fully understand. Like the anime community, the Godzilla fandom is a unique one and has a niche audience. But perhaps like what the Marvel movies have done for comic book fans, the exclusion will lessen over time and become more mainstream. But for now, Godzilla KOTM is meant for a particular group of people and it seems for that bunch, it has made them plenty happy. Myself included. 

So what are your thoughts on this movie and others like?

Feel free to share your comments, reblogs, and however else you would like to respond down below. 

#godzilla #godzilla king of the monsters #godzilla kotm 2019 #legendary pictures #detective pikachu #rant #discussion #movies #american film #japanese film #gojira #kaiju #kaiju flicks #fuck the critics

[true-king-of-monsters]

EreHisu Week: Martyrs

A/N: What better way to start off this with a tale of heroics?

In an age before man emerged from the caves, Earth belonged to the Kaiju. Colossal beasts of unimaginable power that shook the ground with their footsteps, take to the skies and cast shadows over vast patches of land, cause tidal waves with their tails, and reshape the world with their brute strength. But despite their destructive power, they were ruled by one who was the strongest of all.

The king of Kaiju was none other than Godzilla, for he was the strongest of them all with a tail longer than his whole body, three rows of spikes along his back, teeth that could rip his prey to shreds, claws used for close combat, and an armored hide as black as hardened lava with scales. He was known to destroy mountains, burn entire islands to the ground using the energy that radiated from his mouth, and brawl with even his own shadow in blind rage. 

Yet despite his infamous wrath, Godzilla was never alone. Wherever he wandered three Kaiju would never be far behind. Anguirus, who was adorned in an impenetrable shell covered in spiny needles, was his closest friend and brother in battle. Rodan, a flyer and master of the skies, who would squawk about for laughs and temper the King’s rage with humor. Finally, there was Mothra. Her domain was over the skies and the land, but she was never that much of a fighter for she was more of a peaceful Kaiju. The only time she would rise up into battle was when those closest to her were threatened, be they her offspring or her closest friends.

But not all was peaceful as the stars seemingly fell from the sky and brought forth legions of ships that housed demons called Xillians scorching the world in fire and brought monsters of their own to battle against the King.

Ghidorah, a golden three-headed dragon, with wings larger than his own bodies was infamous for his maniacal cackling. His gleeful demeanor radiated from his draconic faces adorned with antlers and sharp teeth. Spewing forth lightning from his mouths, Ghidorah reveled in the carnage. 

His compatriot in battle was Gigan. His body was an unholy fusion of flesh and metal with hooks replacing his hands, a saw on his chest, and a singular red visor with a red gem atop that blasted energy. His screeches of sadism echoed loud across the battlefield.

Megalon was the destructive brute of the invading armies. His drills were able to bore through the rocks and earth along with his beetle-like horn atop his head that blasted lightning enabling him to scorch the land and foe alike. His chitin carapace made his body durable enough to withstand blunt force trauma.

The Xillian invaders thought they managed to have an easy victory so that they could conquer the world and harvest its resources, but did not expect resistance to emerge in the form of a massive Kaiju army.

In a matter of what seemed like minutes, their ships were reduced to ashes by Godzilla’s Atomic Breath. Rodan and Mothra took to the skies to blast away the remaining ships with powerful gusts of wind, fire, and lightning.

However, the Kaiju  and the Xillians battle lasted for hours longer as the swarms of ships that crashed onto the ground. Ghidorah and Godzilla battled amidst the flames, Gigan and Anguirus fought with teeth, claws, and metal. Rodan and Mothra used their advantage of flight to outmaneuver Megalon and fly circles around him.

The battle shook the very earth with each blow dealt to one another. The roars echoed across the air and the waters rippled with violent waves. Pieces of the Kaiju, both friend and foe alike took damage from the violent clashes as teeth, claw, scale, spike, and wing alike littered the ground.

The Xillian mother-ship escaped the battle, but her fleet was not so fortunate. The Kaiju had won and Earth was reclaimed and returned to their domains.

As man emerged from the safety of the caves, their minds could barely grasp what had occurred. These ancient beasts defeating an army of monsters that fell from the skies seemed as if it was formed from a fever dream.

Over time the earth healed from the war as history turned to story, stories turned to myths, and myths traveled the world. The Kaiju may have disappeared from Earth, but none knew where they went. Most presumed they died off, others think they simply slumbered all over the world. Despite the questions asked about, remains of the Kaiju were found in the forms of bones, scales, imprints, and footsteps.

Thousands of years later, the Kaiju were worshipped as gods by man. Seen as divine beasts, their mark on the world caused many to question and revere them. Some prayed to them for bountiful harvests, others to drive away evil, but they would all pray one would dare not return: Godzilla. The Omega. The Ender of Worlds. The God of Rage and Destruction.

But the tale of a King of Monsters is not about him. It is now an age where a new King must be crowned. One that is born of both man and beast. And that is where the journey begins.

Eren Jaeger, a man with a troubled past, found himself in an unfamiliar situation. Delirious from whatever occurred the night before, unable to comprehend what was being whispered by the shapes in front of him. His heart beat faster as he struggled to move. His arms and legs were restrained on a metallic slab reinforced by railing while the only thing he had on was a dark blue jumpsuit.

One of the shapes came into focus. It walked like a human but it’s facial structure was anything but. Silver skin, an elongated skull akin to a shark fin, blood red eyes, and sharp teeth.

“You think he’s awake?” it asked.

Eren faded in and out of consciousness unable to grasp his situation. He wondered how he got into this. All he remembered was drinking with his friends one night in The Gaslamp District of San Diego. 

“Where….” Eren mumbled in a haze, ”Where am I?”

Silence. The lack of a response caused something in him to become more assertive.

“Hey. I’m talking, you freak!” Eren spoke. “Where am I?”

The creature leered over and noticed that the patient on the table was coming out of his haze.

“Don’t worry, human. It’s just a hospital and you’re being prepped for surgery.” it spoke.

“I thought alien invaders were better liars.” Eren snarked. “Judging by the failed lying, I’m probably on a space ship somewhere in Earth’s orbit that’s highly advanced enough to dupe any radar systems this blue planet has.”

“Wow…” the alien remarked. “How did you guess?”

“Eh, I’m just savvy based on being raised to appreciate sci-fi stories, both high grade and the pulp variety.” Eren shrugged. “Plus, the whole ‘Earth Hospital thing’? No hospital looks this creepy.”

The alien chuckled at the spunk displayed. “I dunno where he found you, but seems he always did appreciate your smartass temper despite dating his daughter.”

Eren felt his mind surge and priced together what was going on. Even though he tried to not show any hostility to his future father-in-law, he never did get along well with Rod Reiss. 

Historia, Rod’s youngest daughter, took a liking to Eren during her years at college. She happened to encounter him in a theatre class working on his monologues. She asked him for help with character analysis for a literature class. Over their four years at college, they grew close. His two friends Mikasa Ackerman and Armin Arlett, one the Basketball Star for the Women’s Team and the other having a degree in aviation engineering found those two to be inseparable. 

“Rod, you fucking slime.” Eren snarled as he was being held down by the monster. A sharp sting hit his neck as he felt an injection from a syringe labeled G-LP-WB-2014 of some unknown fluid enter his blood stream. “The fuck was that?!” he asked.

“Just a little something to help you pass our challenges we set up.” it chuckled. “Figured you and The Big Guy would be a match made in heaven.”

“Big Guy?” Eren asked, feeling drowsy.

“Just a king of monsters you humans seem to really love.” the Xiliian shrugged. 

The alien pressed a button that teleported Eren to an arena, similar to a cage for MMA fights. The bright white lights irritated his eyes. In the distance was a gilded room where the Xillian and Rod were sitting together on a lavish couch.

“ROD!” Eren yelled! “YOU FUCKING BASTARD! HOW COULD SELL ME OUT LIKE THIS?!”

The Xillian, now in a human disguise, grew highly amused by Eren shouting. “He’s a fighter. Now I know you didn’t like him, but I can see why your daughter does.”

“Now, X…” Rod sighed, “Please don’t agitate him.” 

“It’s no biggie.” X said. He then pressed a yellow button that caused the floor in the ring to reveal Eren’s opponent.

In front of him was an eight foot tall humanoid cockroach with a somewhat human face and musculature. The vaguely human appearance made him freeze up with fear as its humanoid maw revealed a large set of teeth like that of an actual humans. 

The first strike from the cockroach monster sent Eren flying into into one of the walls. His whole body was wracked with pain. His ears rang as the beast lumbered closer and grab him. Eren landed back on the ground with a sickening crunch. His arm broken in three separate places. 

X and Rod watched as Eren was being pulverized by the insect. “I thought he was a good candidate for this.” X shrugged. 

“The boy probably needs a push, is all.” Rod suggested. “Play that recording of Historia screaming.”

X turned around to see Rod’s blasé demeanor. X may be an alien criminal hellbent on destroying the planet for shits and giggles and harvest humans like cattle, but showing apathy for his own daughter? That makes him look like a saint. 

“Okay, Jaeger.” X hissed into the microphone. “Since you’re not gonna fight, maybe this’ll help.”

A loud scream from the speakers pierced the air. Eren could tell it was Historia, crying in agony. The scream of her sent him into a catatonic shock. His heart raced as his body shook. Every cell in his body was wracked with new power. The injection he received was altering his body. 

He felt new details emerge from his body. Sharpened claws jolting from his hands as black scales crept upwards from his fingertips. His legs bulked up immensely along with his torso broadening and forming new muscle mass. His teeth sharpened into terrifying fangs as his ears pointed upwards. His green eyes flashed yellow as he screamed in terror while his neck split open to form armored gill slits. After what seemed like an eternity, two minutes in realtime, Eren was now something inhuman. Part human, part Kaiju. A god among humans. The perfect mix of Human and Godzilla DNA.

In his anger, Eren let out a horrifying roar that could instill terror in the hearts of men and monsters alike. It was as if a metallic screech and the screams of hell merged into a cacophony of rage. 

The roach could only stand in horror, the primal horror a primitive human felt when he wandered too far from the warmth of a fire in the cave. All it could see was the pitch black void and a pair of glowing yellow eyes. 

Eren’s newfound strength allowed him to charge at the insect and land a devastating right hook on its head. The resulting shockwave could be felt even in the safety of the viewing room where Rod and X could only watch in horror and amusement.

“He’s perfect!” X yelled in delight.

“Perfect?!” Rod gasped. “You call that thing perfect?! He’s a monster!”

Eren grabbed the downed cockroach and twisted its head until a sickening crunch echoed through the air. He then ripped the monster limb from limb, a sadistic grin forming as its innards spilled out in a gelatinous white mess. 

“Whoa, momma!” X yelped. “This guy is a fighter!”

Rod could feel his stomach lurch as the sight of Eren mangling the cockroach mixed with the sounds of squishy organs falling onto the floor. 

Eren looked up at Rod and X and roared in blind fury. His clawed hands ripped apart a steel pole for the cage and hurled it at the glass window separating Rod and X from harm. The metal beam crashed through impaling the wall behind them.

“Tell me you have a backup plan for this.” Rod pleaded.

“Indeed I actually do.” X remarked as he detonated the floor below Eren and sent him plummeting into darkness as the floor exploded.

Eren’s cries grew further and further until his body landed onto solid ground with a crunch. Eren felt something feel out of place as he regained his senses. A pulsing throb growing stronger and stronger followed by the sting of nerves in pain. His right arm had been shattered upon impact with his radius jutting out like a bayonet. 

The pain caused his eyes to widen. Within seconds, Eren could see the bone sliding back beneath the surface of his scaly appendage and snap back into place. The resulting sting of nerve ending caused his jaw to clench as he hissed as his nerves became exposed to the air and become concealed by the growing patch of scales. 

The sound of footsteps interrupted his thoughts of how he’s now a monster. More roaches. It just meant more insects to smash. But judging by the soon to be victims swarming him, they must be guards. Eren punched his way through the swarm, causing more to surround him. The ensuing numbers piled on him, causing him to feel a burning fire in him, a literal fire growing hotter and hotter until if couldn’t be kept contained.

Eren roared in fury as a blue flash of light emitted from his whole body. The roaches were pushed back by the ensuing blast only to be vaporized to charred husks by the blue light. 

Eren followed the metal pathway from where the roaches ran from. The heat radiating from his body made his clothes singed until the only thing clinging to his new muscled and scaled body.

“A wall?” Eren growled. His newfound power made it easier to create dents in the metal with his fists. “Must be hiding something behind.” he snarls.

The metal framework crumpled like tissue paper in a matter of seconds. Eren’s eyes adjust to the light to reveal a sinister laboratory with a chained woman dressed in a yellow tank top and panties in the center being tortured by mechanical humanoids with syringes, scalpels, and lasers. 

Her hair was a silver glistened white with a pair of antennae jutting out from her forehead. Her skin was a pale hue from the lack of sunlight and her eyes had an unusual blueish tint. The most striking feature of all was her wings, shaped like those of a moth but with the vibrant orange, yellow, black, and white patterns of a Monarch Butterfly. Mothra, according to ancient texts, was said to be a beautiful kaiju, worshipped as a light goddess. Her DNA, now infused in Historia Reiss, created an angelic beauty. One that is now chained and weakened by the hell she is enduring.

“His..Historia..” Eren gasped. His mind surged with every powerful emotion that could hit him. Rage, fear, helplessness, violence. All swirling in his body. His eyes flashed blue as the mechanical foes approached him. His mouth spewed out a blue flame that turned one into a superheated pile of molten slag. 

The other watched as its companion was now melted down. Eren grabbed the head of it and pressed inward as it slowly buckled and caved in like a tin can in a press. The robot jolted and cracked until its head was flattened as Eren took a disturbing level of catharsis in watching it fall. Eren’s foot slammed into the twitching metal frame in order to make sure it was dead.

“Eren…” Historia gasped. Her eyes widened in terror as her lover was now more monstrous and could easily break her.

“I’m sorry.” Eren moped as he freed her from the restraints. “I wish I could have made it sooner, and I know you don’t want to see me looking like this. I-“

“Eren.” Historia groaned. “It’s alright. I’m just glad you’re safe. I…I..” and she collapsed in his arms with her face marked with a contempt smile as she lied in his embrace motionless. Her faint breathing did not catch his ears, making him think she died.

The memories of every happy moment flooded his head. The first time he saw her in class. The awkward bump-in at the college cafe. Days spent in the library studying together. Meeting Rod and being cheered on when he punched him in the stomach for slapping her. Their first kiss on a warm August night as they got ready to head into another year of college. 

The tears streaming down his face gave way to heavy breathing in a staccato rhythm. His love for her was the only thing he could hope to cling onto in his lowest moment. And it all came out in a violent cry, pleading to any god that was listening to heed his plea.

The sound of the beast he had become rang beyond the decimated laboratory. The cry rang across every corridor awakening more like him. These hybrids, born from the splicing of human and Kaiju DNA, could hear the faint cries, but in their minds, the instinct to rise up kicked in.

Armin, now infused with Rodan’s DNA, perked up his triple crested head and raised his arms up to spread his wings and soar onward towards the sound. Jean, embed with spikes on his back forming a shell thanks to his Anguirus infused mutations, broke through his restraints. More and more hybrids followed through and rose up against their guards and rallied forth.

The rumbling of this army echoed until it reached the ears of X and Rod.

“Oh no….” X hissed.

“What?” Rod asked. “Is that shaking bad?”

“No, it’s not bad.” X chuckled before dropping down to a serious tone. “It’s worse.”

“And that roar?” Rod gulped. His skin drenched with sweat as his body shakes.

“Jaeger did it…he actually did it.” X sighed. “He’s ruined everything!” 

“There has to be way to stop it.” Rod suggested.

X remembered his other project. Similar to what he did, a project involving Kaiju and Human DNA, but the donors were of alien origin and some from Earth. Metallic cylinders reaching human height labeled with names such as Ghidorah, Gian, Megalon, Orga, Destroyah, BIollante, Megaguirus, Gaira, Sanda, more than what many assumed there were in terms of viable Kaiju donors. 

X slammed down on a fairly obvious red button, sending the canisters hurtling into space. The amassing army rallied to the cry of Eren while powering through the ship’s hordes of roaches. All the insect could do was hold the line, but the combined might of the hybrids trampled them down to gelatinous bits as they reached the epicenter of the cries.

“What now…” Eren asked as his eyes adjusted to the sight of these newfound compatriots through his tears.

“Eren?” Armin asked. “Is that you? And is that-“

“Armin.” Eren gasped. “You’ve gotten…wings? And Jean?”

“In the flesh.” Jean chuckled. 

“It’s definitely an improvement.” Eren smirked. His face soon felt the impact of his fist. “Good to know you never change.”

“Same with you, you ugly fuck.” Jean chided.

“Move it!” A voice cried out. Frieda Reiss, Historia’s older sister pushed through the chaos. Her body now carried the DNA of Battra which changed her drastically, resulting in red eyes, a triple spiked forehead, black claws, and black wings embedded with gold and red swirling patterns.

“Frieda…” Eren sighed. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t save her.”

“Eren.” Frieda said as she looked him in his eyes. “Give her to me.”

Eren handed Historia to her sister. Frieda cups her face and focuses a wave of energy into her hands. Her whole body illuminates as the energy leaves her older sisters hands forming wave of yellow orbs no bigger than fireflies.

“What are you doing?” Eren asked.

“Watch.” Frieda answered. “I used this trick on myself when I discovered my powers.”

“Hmm, wha?” Historia moaned. Her eyes adjusted to the light as the blurry shapes formed the faces of Eren, Frieda, Armin, Jean, and others. “What happened?”

Eren couldn’t speak, but his body instinctively grasped onto her. His eyes welled with tears as he could hear her breathing again. “Thank god.” he sobbed. 

“Eren, it’s okay.” Historia strained as she felt a bit compressed by his muscles. “Now, just let me breathe, honey.”

“Sorry.” Eren sheepishly said. “Got carried away.”

“So what happened?” Historia asked.

“No clue.” Eren shrugged. “But I guess your dad teamed up with some alien terrorist to create super weapons, kidnapped a lotta people for genetic modification, and now it’s backfiring?”

“Sounds reasonable.” Armin shrugged.

“Are there any escape pods?” Jean asked.

“Dunno.” Eren shrugged. “They have to have it hidden somewhere. Now, where’s that sack of shit?”

Sasha, a stocky woman with claws, magenta scales, and a yellow horn protruding from her head pushed through and flared her nostrils at Historia’s body. “He’s up there.” she pointed towards the ceiling thanks to her sense of smell being enhanced a billion fold.

“Perfect.” Eren snarled as his lips parted into a toothy grin. “Armin, Frieda, find a way out for everyone. Jean, shut the fuck up and don’t fuck it up.”

“But, I haven’t done shit.” Jean huffed.

“And that’s how I know you aren’t fucking it up.”

 He readied his body for his either ballsiest or practically reckless attempt at hauling ass by leaping towards the ceiling and tearing through the levels. 

“Fucking asshole.” Jean hissed as he watched Eren carve a trail of destruction. “Still, it’s good he’s not crazy. Well, crazier.”

Rod started to panic as the shaking grew closer and closer until the floor burst open in a blast of debris. Eren emerged from the explosion with a focused glare, like that of a wild beast stalking its prey before grabbing his neck and crushing his windpipe.

X watched in horror as his accomplice was begging for his life. “Jesus…” X winced as he could hear Rod’s windpipe being crushed. His only instinct is to fire his side arm, holstered on his hip. The metal slug only bounced off Eren’s skin, but the sensation of something hitting his body caused him to drop Rod like the dead weight he was and focus on the alien that realized that he was unarmed.

“Please….” X whimpered. “Mercy…”

Eren, now lost in his anger, grabbed X’s arm and tore it off. The flow of blood combined with the shock of torn muscle exposed cause X to shake in horror before his skull was struck with his severed arm. 

“You think you won?” X hissed weakly. “You think killing me will satisfy your revenge?”

X revealed a small switch held in his attached hand and flicked it. The lights flashed red as if it was warning any one on board the ship will explode.

“Enjoy your victory, while you still can.” X laughed as he picked himself up and scurried to a human sized pod and entered it. X then shut the door and ejected out of the ship knowing that his work will continue somewhere in some way.

Eren looked down at the hole he crawled from to warn everyone below. “Get going! Now!” he bellowed.

Armin frantically looked for anything that could help save everyone. A hologram of the ship outlined that the lab itself was part of a medical drop ship. The mother ship could detach, but Armin, not knowing Xillian linguistics, slammed his hands on the control panel. A siren starts blaring signaling a departure from the mother ship. 

“Get your ass down here, Eren!” Historia screamed. 

“I’ll meet you guys soon.” Eren roared. “Just go.” He turned his attention to a helpless Rod who was now paralyzed with fear as the monster he inadvertently made was now walking towards him.

“Stay back…” Rod panicked. His body sprawled back towards the wall, which was now exposed with sparking wires. Rod’s hand made contact with the live wire and felt 200,000 volts shock his entire body. His whole body fizzled and crackled, his skin turning red and black. His flesh burned with a foul stench emanating from the husk. 

“Historia and Frieda are gonna be pissed at me for this.” Eren sighed. Eren leapt down the hole only to land smack onto shut hatch of the medical ship. His heart raced thinking what the hell is going on. 

“Hey!” Eren screamed. “What the fuck?!”

Historia scampered to the window where she could see Eren growing more and more frantic. “It’s stuck!” she cried out. “I can’t get it open! Armin can’t get this thing to detach!”

Eren saw the mother ship start to break apart. He saw two claw like locks clamping the ship and ripped them apart while Historia pleaded with him to stay with her. However in doing so, he had no way to catch up with the ship that was now falling in Earth’s orbit.

Historia had to be restrained by her sister to keep her from clawing at the door. She could see Eren growing farther and farther before the mother ship started exploding violently.

Eren held onto the piece of metal that was dangling on the mother ship in proximity of the oncoming fireball. Eren closed his eyes and accepted what would happen. “I’m sorry, Historia.” he muttered. 

The heat of the blast and the shockwave shredded his skin, exposing his muscles and organs to a force roughly equivalent to 15 megatons, or equivalent to Castle Bravo. His charred body was launched from the exploding wreckage into free fall. The freezing air stiffened his burned body and all he could feel was the wind slowing his body and at 10 meters a second, his landing was a slap onto the surface of the Pacific Ocean. 

Every bone in his body was pulverized. The nerves on his muscles made contact with the salt water causing blistering agony. The smell of blood in the water was enough to attract sharks for miles on end. This is how he would die. Alone. His last words directed to his love. The mother ship plummets in meteoric chunks into the briny deep

In the damaged medical ship floating in the turgid waters, Historia kept screaming at everyone pleading to look for Eren. “Please!” she screams. “I know he has to be!”

“There’s no way he could survive that.” Armin sighs. His heart starts to ache as the words come out of his mouth. Tears form as the blondes both embrace each other in grief as they try to remember happier times with Eren.

A red and black mass floats idly by in the waves towards them. Jean, Saha, and Frieda all scream in terror as the corpse floated towards them. It started to crawl upwards to the open door and into the occupied space. 

“What is that thing?!” Jean asked. “Someone shoot it!”

The shambling husk then stopped moving. No signs of life. Dead. 

The next sound that came was Historia’s wails as she saw the corpse. Eren’s eyes, wide and aghast, staring back at her. “It’s can’t be!” she cried. “Not him! It should have been me!”

Her heart broke seeing Eren’s body, but she heard it. A faint heartbeat coming back. Slowly, the beating heart added another pulse. First it was 30 beats a minute. Then 45. 60. 75. 80. 80 beats per minute.

His skin grew back in patches. The scales and human features blending together as his nerves felt everything, causing him to jolt upwards screaming. His hair slid out into a luxurious mane of dark brown hair that reached his neck. His lungs filled with oxygen as his body dropped down to his knees. 

“Fuck!” Eren yelped. “Fucking fucking fuck! Shit fuckers, cocksucker, that hurts!”

He felt Historia’s arms wrap around his exposed torso and could only breathe as his anger wafted away. Armin could only marvel at how Eren wa still alive after all that. 

“Welcome back.” Armin chuckled as he held Eren’s palm and compared it to his.

“Good to be back.” Eren sighed. He turned his attention to the petite moth sobbing into his pecs. “Sorry about the whole thing and also for kind of being kill stealer in regards to your dad.”

“I don’t care.” Historia choked. “I’m just glad you’re still alive.” She felt a pair of lips press against her forehead, causing her antennae to wiggle in delight.

All their worries resided as the sight to the California mainland came into focus. The crew sighed at how their newfound abilities will probably be trickier to manage but still allowing them a chance at living a normal life. 

Elsewhere, in the void of space, X awoke to the sight of metal canisters that spread across the surface of the moon, away from Earth satellites noticing anything. X pressed a small button in front to call for the Xillian home world. “Project Hybrid was mostly successful, but suffered heavy casualties.” X recorded. “Notify home world that Project Hybrid 2.0 will commence once contact is made with cargo on dark side of Earth’s moon. X, out!” 

#erehisuweek #Kaiju Hybrid AU #FINALLY GOT IT DONE! #HMU if ya'll want more #Erekuri

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Glypha's History - Chapter 1 The return home

500,000 years after the arrival of Ghidorah, Dagon is killed by the Mutos and the King's throne is occupied by a young Gojira.

Glypha is the last griffin left on earth. She spent all these years touring the European and Asian continent, surviving the attack of the first human civilizations. But when she reached her youth stage, she realized that the time had come to return to her place of origin: the hollow earth. Once inside, she continues to search for the cave that had once been her first home. When she spotted it, she quickly landed and went to rest looking with some nostalgia at the walls, which still conserved that drawing that her father had carved with his claws. It represented a couple of griffins, it was Robinet with his wife, Glypha's mother, whom she never knew since she had died before she hatched the egg.

While remembering good times, Glypha fell into a deep sleep. Suddenly, she feels that something bites the tip of her tail, immediately her instinct forces her to defend herself by giving a claw to whatever has caused her such pain.

- ????: Ouch !!!! I don't remember snakes having claws, but ... oh my grandmother's holy quills !!! You are a griffin !!! 

 Glypha raises her head and looks out to see who was speaking to her, it was nothing more and nothing less than a youthful Anguirus, who still had a crown of small spikes like those on his breastplate.

- Anguirus: Hey sorry, I thought you were a snake.

Glypha was still a bit shy, since that tragic day she had never established any relationship with a titan, even so, in order not to show it, she answered him immediately. 

- Glypha: It still hurt !!! And yes, I am a griffin. 

- Anguirius: I thought they were long extinct. Oh but, how rude !!! My name is Anguirus, nice to meet you, miss ... 

- Glypha: Glypha, that's my name. 

- Anguirius: Hello Glypha and again sorry about the bite. 

- Glypha: this well was not serious Anguirus. And I'm also sorry I scratched your face. It's just ... it's been a long time since I frequented this place, everything is very different now. 

- Anguirus: in that you are absolutely right, Ghidorah devastated this place, and it took a long time to recover our water and food resources. For now we are a little better since Gojira is the new King. 

- Glypha: Wait! You mean Dagon ... 

Glypha lowered her head with the intention of hiding her sadness, Dagon was like an uncle to her, a teacher and the same one who helped her escape from the hollow earth when everything had gotten out of control. 

 - Anguirus: I'm sorry, apparently it was someone very important to you. 

- Glypha: Yes, it was. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be here talking to you now. But ... we no longer have to regret the past, we must look forward and continue with our lives. 

- Anguirus: it's true, but it's still not easy, take your time.

~TBC~

Tomorrow Chapter 2: Nightmares

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