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⸸ 𝔦𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔰 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 ; 𓆚 The sorrows of this world are without number. Study your heart & know this to be true. Incessant war. Suffering. & man turns a blind eye to the atrocities created, the blood on their hands, even now ! ⸻ Your hatred. Your grief. Your agony. I can relieve you of those burdens ! ⸻ Like a babe in the womb, the subjects of my kingdom need only drift about in tranquility. ⸻ Why would you rob so many poor souls of their salvation ?

α ⸻ #𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖌𝖆. An independent, highly selective & grimdark portrayal that is analysis heavy & a mixed-canon variation of Lord Osmund Saddler XV. 　　The Holy Father of Los Iluminados & Lord of Las Plagas. 　　Worshipped by Veronica since 2017.　𝟚𝟜+.　Pronouns she / her.  𝟙𝟠+ & UNSAFE for cult survivors ! ⸻ Ω

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ᴍᴏʀɪʀ ᴇs ᴠɪᴠɪʀ. -ɪʟᴜᴍɪɴᴀᴅᴏs  𝟼:𝟷

Adding in the Resident Evil 4 Remake OC I have been using to good effect on discord.

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The monster, seemingly very much alive and furious, opened its maw. Ren tried to ran, but his feet rooted him in place despite his will; as if his very instinct had accepted the inevitability of his imminent demise.

So this was it. His fate is to be vaporized in a dreamscape, mind and soul obliterated without a trace. What would Ishiro think of him? Would the old man say that this is his tribulation for committing blasphemy after blasphemy?

Ren braced himself as yellow energy rained down upon him - only to feel it all pass like the faintest of breeze. What had happened? He opened his eyes, and saw - if his widened eyes and slightly agape maws were anything to go by - the monster was just as bewildered as he was. He was surrounded at all angles, but Ren’s fear gradually left him. What was there to fear anyways, when the false king had no functioning body anymore, and he knew the neural interface better than anyone?

It should come as no surprise that the monster’s intent is conveyed to him in a language he knew. Even physics mattered little in a virtual space. Now that he took this creature in all its former glory, even through just an illusion - majestic. Utterly majestic. He would be revering it for all its might and intelligence, if it wasn’t hellbent on destroying his world and his species.

Ren dared to speak, with perhaps the courage only of a madman. Still, he would be sure to give the huge golden head right in front of him a curt bow. “Ah, Ghidorah. I am glad to see that some of you remain, even after all these days-” Then he heard its words; regal, malicious and hysterical at the same time, three tones combined into one, all... almost desperate. Pleading to be released from their no doubt torturous situation. A knowing smile crept onto Ren’s face. He could use this, unbeknownst even to the benefactor...

“I could not even if I wish to, my friends.”

“After all, I am alive and have somewhere to return to; you, on the other hand... should be long dead.” Truth be told, in his eyes the form of the Titan seemed to crumble and smoulder, until all but its floating middle head became ash and shadows.

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“I did not pay you to ask questions.” The mysterious benefactor had said, black robes rippling, while Ren Serizawa watched in absolute awe at what was presented before him. “The Serizawa family has always produced remarkable individuals - Daisuke, Ishiro, now you - see that you become an asset, not a liability.” A disapproving glint in those sickly yellow eyes. Ren scoffed. He was never a liability. When asked of something, he makes damn sure to deliver - even if his ingenuity never seemed to get through his father’s Godzilla-filled skull.

“Can it be done?”

“I will not fail you.”

“I will not fail.” Since then, that feverish sentence had pumped Ren through so many sleepless nights, and now comes the ultimate test. All the resource, the lives lost to extract the materials that was needed, and keeping nosy M.O.N.A.R.C.H. agents off their tail. And so now, he finds himself sitting in the improvised cockpit, artificial neurons linked throughout its surface and congregating into his helmet, ready for the first preliminary test of the Overlord Project.

The sheer ghastly nature of he and the Benefactor’s undertaking was not lost on him. The remains of Monster Zero sat just beneath his cockpit, stripped of flesh, empty eyes sockets staring blankly. To power the enormous complex that had yet to be assembled, the Benefactor had boldly suggested taking advantage of its brain. Ren was flabbergasted, but there was no better approach.

“How I wish I’d known you in life, Ghidorah-sama. You’d have vaporized me on the spot, of course, but ironically we wanted the same thing though in very different ways.” Ren muttered, not that the apparently dead monster could ever hear him -

“And fret not, we are finishing what you started from this day on.” With that, Ren put on his helmet, and his vision was overtaken by a rush of purple light. Then he landed into a realm of chaotic colours and sounds, assaulting him from all sides. In a second the effect passed before his fragile mind could be driven insane, and he settled in a dimly lit, seemingly boundless chamber.

That intensity was unexpected. Ren looked around and found himself slowly consolidating. This was supposed to be a short psychic drifting, not so vivid a dream. Something is not right... and Ren felt rather than saw another presence with him in the space. Something enormous... something malicious.

Instincts told him to run, but he only stared as the other consciousness slowly took form.

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I'm hysterical at first glance. This is dope asf!!! Loving Godzilla's brand-new design.

At second glance though, they seemingly went all the way down GvK's campy neon rabbit hole, now with a tinge of post-endgame MCU. I kinda miss Kotm's atmosphere and aesthetic even if that film had a truckload of problems; I'm all for MV being a pure CGI spectacle, but it could've been something more. At least we still have LoM to watch.

First look at Godzilla and Kong in Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire (2024)

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“I did not pay you to ask questions.” The mysterious benefactor had said, black robes rippling, while Ren Serizawa watched in absolute awe at what was presented before him. “The Serizawa family has always produced remarkable individuals - Daisuke, Ishiro, now you - see that you become an asset, not a liability.” A disapproving glint in those sickly yellow eyes. Ren scoffed. He was never a liability. When asked of something, he makes damn sure to deliver - even if his ingenuity never seemed to get through his father’s Godzilla-filled skull.

“Can it be done?”

“I will not fail you.”

“I will not fail.” Since then, that feverish sentence had pumped Ren through so many sleepless nights, and now comes the ultimate test. All the resource, the lives lost to extract the materials that was needed, and keeping nosy M.O.N.A.R.C.H. agents off their tail. And so now, he finds himself sitting in the improvised cockpit, artificial neurons linked throughout its surface and congregating into his helmet, ready for the first preliminary test of the Overlord Project.

The sheer ghastly nature of he and the Benefactor’s undertaking was not lost on him. The remains of Monster Zero sat just beneath his cockpit, stripped of flesh, empty eyes sockets staring blankly. To power the enormous complex that had yet to be assembled, the Benefactor had boldly suggested taking advantage of its brain. Ren was flabbergasted, but there was no better approach.

“How I wish I’d known you in life, Ghidorah-sama. You’d have vaporized me on the spot, of course, but ironically we wanted the same thing though in very different ways.” Ren muttered, not that the apparently dead monster could ever hear him -

“And fret not, we are finishing what you started from this day on.” With that, Ren put on his helmet, and his vision was overtaken by a rush of purple light. Then he landed into a realm of chaotic colours and sounds, assaulting him from all sides. In a second the effect passed before his fragile mind could be driven insane, and he settled in a dimly lit, seemingly boundless chamber.

That intensity was unexpected. Ren looked around and found himself slowly consolidating. This was supposed to be a short psychic drifting, not so vivid a dream. Something is not right... and Ren felt rather than saw another presence with him in the space. Something enormous... something malicious.

Instincts told him to run, but he only stared as the other consciousness slowly took form.

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Starter | Muse: King Ghidorah

The memories were all so faint, and they could not realize what exactly had happened. One moment they were within wing-length of victory against their greatest foe, having even felled their life-long partner, but within the span of such a short time all had been lost. Murky wakefulness, more pain, and again that bitterly cold dark enshrouded their mind.

For a time it did seem like for forever they would be trapped in this darkness, and all hopes of returning were nearly lost. Yet, the spark of something new stirred them from this endless slumber, and that life once more burned through. Though, there was a difference about all this that King Ghidorah could not have noticed to the fullest extent. They were changed, somehow... Not yet the same as before, but also that they were? It was confusing to them. The smell of metals and fire came through their senses, along with more darkness and bone-rattling cold.

It wasn't until more of those sparks were felt that they were able to finally open one pair of eyes, and blearily gazed around. This still felt so wrong. The King could not really see much, or move, and more importantly to really feel the connection of it's other selves. That was dim, but straining to be there. It was as though they were blocked from his mind, in a way, and Ichi tried to call out to them both in a weakened sound. Even that was as quiet as the rest of him, hardly able to produce much noise.

What was wrong??... How desperately he wanted to know, and could not conceive the damage that had been done to itself, and what was keeping him from fully regenerating; humanity always interfering and destroying the nature of all things.

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𝕂𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕆𝔽 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝓜𝓞𝓝𝓢𝓣𝓔𝓡𝓢. I have decided to make my underwhelming return to Tumblr by providing you with my Giant Lizard blog. If you're interested in roleplaying with an interpretation of Godzilla that's trying to shake new ground, give this post a Like or Reblog. You may check my rules out here. No Minors. No Personals. Mun is 21+

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thekingofmcnsters​:

“What?”

     Gojiras voice gained a hiss to it, his mind swimming with a sea of powerful emotion that was all-encompassing, a torrent of feeling that only came with something as old and powerful as the King of Titans. Victivus’ words rang true, but… If that thing was left to its devices, how many more Titans would die? How long before it turned towards humanity? Beyond?

     The images of Rodan, Mothra, Kamata, Biollante, Gigan, Anguirus, and so many more flashed through his mind. His hands balled into fists as he realized he was left at an impasse, a snarl rippling from his throat as he’d shake that big, mighty head of his. “Normally I would agree, but if that thing is left unchecked, it will spread further and further. I’ve lost enough. I’ll do anything it takes to kill that beast and ensure safety for the Earth, one way or another.”

      With those words being said would Gojira step further, spotting a rather strange looking facility as his nostrils flared, and a different scent wafted to his nose. One that was far, far too familiar…

“Ghidorah?”

—

     When the Kings scent reached Raijins nose would that one, visible eye of his dilate, and a metallic groan echoed from his body as an angry hiss ripped its way from his throat. However, he didn’t budge for the time being, instead keeping his gaze focused entirely on Ren, and his voice pierced like a spear through what felt like silence to the Hydra- nothing mattering to him more then the death of his arch-enemy.

“He’s here! I smell him. Gojira, GOJIRA, GOJIRA! Let me fly, let me kill him!”

      He trembled with anticipation, the bloodlust, fury, and hatred that burned through his veins driving him to restlessness. Yet he wouldn’t move, he wouldn’t dare without their permission as his entire being trembled with excitement.

“Gojira… Gojira… Gojira… He shall pay…”

Ren’s forehead was covered with cold sweat as his fingers flew across the keyboard. Ghidorah’s dreadful voice grew louder and louder, until it is drowning out any feedback from the Mecha’s system. Time, he needed more time-

Then and there, rhythmic booms stopped everyone in the facility dead in their tracks. Even the bionic abomination they have created tilted its head, and its eyes shone with insatiable bloodlust and insanity. “Gojira... Gojira... GOJIRA!” It chanted feverishly, claws flexing, ruined chest heaving, almost as if whatever remained of the golden hydra imprisoned in it desired to burst out and rematch with the approaching King.

“Silence, I say silence! Obey your masters-” Ren demanded just as furiously. Just a little more time. He could not jeopardize this. He could not unleash an uncontrollable monster that would turn on humanity at a moment’s notice. One more sedative. One more implantation, and Raijin would be complete at last-

The door behind Ren swung open. And when the unique scent of decay and life of Rebirth Island reached Gojira’s nose, the dark man had arrived. Ren twirled around curtly as the project team bowed before their supreme leader. Victivus paid them no mind, and made straight to Ren’s pilot platform.

“Your work exceeds all expectations, Serizawa. As such, I am taking over from here.”

Ren opened his mouth to protest, but Victivus had already lifted his hands- and the hum of his power filled the room, deep and ominous. The restraints securing Raijin burst apart in rains of spark, and bionic interfaces were unplugged remotely, flying up and landing beneath the monster’s feet in heaps.

Then Victivus spoke, as Raijin flexed its newly freed body-not without causing itself quite the pain in the process, he imagined, but hatred alone will help it push through and emerge stronger. “Sometimes mutual desire rather than technology brings true loyalty.” Then his voice took on a metallic clang, rebounding in the feeble minds of every human and monster present in the facility.

“Come, Raijin. It is time to recall what you have lost to him-” Victivus held nothing back as he feed the mantra into Rajin’s fractured mind; the majestic Hydra’s rampage through half the planet, the three draconic heads straight out of mystic legends cackling as they rained lightning down at this world’s inferior Kaiju... and their downfall, when Gojira and his allies took everything from them and left them a charred skeleton rotting away. Hatred. Fear. Anger. Let them all fuel it.

The ceiling shattered in a combination of Raijin’s movement and Victivus’s telekinesis. Debris was thrown into the air, and through them, a familiar silhouette. “And bring your rightful revenge crashing down upon him.”

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thekingofmcnsters​:​

     The appearance of that old face and that familiar voice caused Gojira to halt in his tracks entirely. His nostrils flared as that voice resounded in his head, and a low warbling noise escaped the Kings throat as he’d stop to think for a long minute. Then eventually would he reach back over the connection, sending images to accompany his words.

“A great menace.” Those words were followed by images of a twisted, bastardized version of Godzilla. Its limbs were bent at unnatural angles, its mouth filled with human teeth, and its eyes far too small for its own head, and even carrying a human look to them. “A few Titans have been… Infected by this thing. Next thing I know, I hear word that it’s been making landfall around here.”

     Gojira would think that last part as he resumed his careful examination of the area, his nostrils flaring again as he tried to scent for anything unusual. So far there was nothing, but the King knew better then to let his guard down for even a moment. At the very least, it didn’t seem like Gojira knew anything of the secret Project that was brewing underneath his very feet.

-

     Thankfully for Ren, Ghidorah seemed extremely receptive to his words and commands. Its eyes suddenly widened though at one word, and a low rattling his coiled up from its throat as it almost seemed to speak back into the humans mind with that low drone.

“Gojira… Exterminate Gojira.” The way it said the Kings name was filled with venom, but it would soon bow its one sole head low again as its entire body brimmed with anticipation. Lightning crackled over its form, but never once did any of it jolt off of its scales, or threaten anyone around him. “Exterminate Gojira… Nobody else. Exterminate Gojira…”

      Its ‘voice’ was still low, fixating around that single word as its eyes narrowed, but it would keep its anticipation and excitement in check. First to follow the command, then… Then whatever came next.

“Clear.”

Project Raijin remained still as Ren let its system ran a status check. It was uncanny still, hearing the voice of Subject Zero converted into an understandable language. It was as if Ren gained in part the precognition exclusive to the likes of Victivus; an unnatural ability to transcend the confines of sound. It was nothing like he expected. Project Raijin was never supposed to gain its own consciousness. The AI Ren himself implemented in its system had been overwritten, and an partially organic alien mind occupied it now. Its voice was raspy, strained and tainted with a metallic clang, but practically dripping spite. An ancient hatred that’s been hammered into its very being. Still displaying too much emotion, too... alive. Ren didn’t want loyalty; he wanted utter obedience.

Ren never liked dealing with uncertainties; he was an engineer at heart, firmly believing in the principles of physics. But this bionic monster... now contains a dangerous variation. The hologram feed before him showed an unholy combination of flesh and machine. Now a mangled vertebrae ran through the machine’s back, shards of bone protruding out. And its eyes... the mechanical one still shining a blue electric hue, the other had burst out of its metal mask, replaced by crimson iris and silted pupil, and filled to the brim with pain and contempt. Even as a half-developed husk, they have brought the Golden Devil back from its grave, and that prospect filled Ren with both excitement and fear.

They have to control it. More measures must be in order.

“Dr. Orlov,” Ren called to his chief assistant as he stepped down from his pilot seat; there’s no use trying to directly operate the mecha now.

“Inject more mental inhibitor and inform Lord Victivus. We cannot allow Raijin free movement before its will is completely subdued.”

...

“I am afraid you shall go no further, Gojira.” Victivus’s voice lost its pleasant politeness ever so slightly.

Project Cadaver had evolved. That project was once deemed a complete failure, unfeasible and impractical, and Victivus had shifted all his resources towards Project Raijin instead. It would seem that research branch had proceeded without his consent, and exceeded all expectations.

No matter. Gojira’s time is nigh, one way or another. Either experience cruel vengeance from his old nemesis... or serve his purpose as a host.

“True balance shouldn’t be dictated by one being. Humanity haven’t had a say in our own survival in the wake of the Titans’ might. Risk you leveling another city and countless lives in search of a presumed threat?”

“If this threat was of humanity’s own making, we will contain it and put the one responsible under our jurisdiction.”

Raijin was almost ready, Victivus could sense it. Serizawa’s concerns were unwarranted. Hatred, grief, agony. These are more powerful than any control measures. So long as Ghidorah still harbored them, Project Raijin will serve its purpose.

The facility was almost in sight.

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thekingofmcnsters​:

      In its blind fury, pain, and fear, Ghidorah would be the most susceptible to the systems put into place. Its shattered mind was very easily subdued and brought under control, and those eyes of its eventually dilated sharply as some part of him demanded he fought back, but it was of no use. In its current state, Ghidorah would go rigid before eventually straightening itself out, before turning its gaze towards Ren Serizawa.

     Then its head dipped low, and a low warble escaped its throat, strained as it was as droplets of blood and saliva dripped from its maw, only to quickly disappear as the Hydras regeneration finished repairing what damage it could repair. Now that the Hydra wasn’t struggling or thrashing about, Ren might be able to notice some differences, normally in how Ghidorahs eyes were colored more towards red, it seemed almost larger then before, and tints of silver dotted alongst its normally golden scales.

     Now though, it sat and waited for its orders as the machinery and systems ensured that it would be under the humans complete control; at least for the time being.

-

     Meanwhile, Gojira was getting closer to where he sensed the disturbance, the King having a burning dread that was getting worse in his heart. He knew the humans had already evacuated judging from how overwhelmingly quiet everything had gotten; those mighty golden eyes travelling over the surroundings and searching for anything out of place.

     He had a terrible, horrible feeling, yet he could not see anything that could trigger it… Could it be underground? Hidden away from him? He didn’t know, but his gut drove him forward on this warpath as he kept on the lookout for any signs of what gave him this bizarre feeling.

When Gojira continued his march, a darker mind set its eyes on the King of Monsters. Having communed with the Titan’s enormous mind before, Victivus approached with more finesse and caution. Without a doubt, Gojira had sensed Serizawa’s pet project when it gasped its first breath in this new live it was granted.

He was not physically there, not yet; a drone projected his hologram just before the advancing Titan while he made haste to Ren’s facility. This can wait no longer. If Serizawa’s contingencies do not work, he will use... less natural ways to ensure Project Raijin’s complete obedience.

But before that, to buy sometime for both creator and creation. “Temperance, King. I sense great fear and rage in you. What seems to be in your mind to warrant another rampage? Was San Francisco, Vegas and Boston still not enough?”

...

Ren let out an involuntary sigh as the bionic abomination gradually ceased its blind struggle. Good. The more it complies to their command, the sooner this farce can end. Ren suppressed the subtle apprehension in his mind; both his benefactor and his team - a team as brilliant as anything Monarch has to offer, consisting of psychics as well - have made every precaution conceivable to ensure the Project operates perfectly. They are blasphemers, defiling God and Devil alike.

Ren recited the manuscript once again. First, imprint basic commands. Second, status check and arsenal survey. Third, set objective. In this case, where the mind he was working with is organic instead of synthetic - verbally. Were it to recall, even partially, who and what it once was - Ren will then attempt to harness and direct the hatred that seemed to be part of this creature’s very being, just as Lord Victivus taught him.

“You are Project Raijin. Advanced anti-Titan combat platform. You serve the will of Director Ren Serizawa, and by extension, the collective will of humanity. You will make exterminating the Alpha Titan named Gojira your sole objective. You will not disobey or harm your masters, and you will not waiver until your duty is done. IS THAT CLEAR?”

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The Bottomless Pit - Interlude

“García Escudero, is it?”

“Señor. Thank you for coming all the way from Germany. The way international flights are fucked these past weeks - how’d you manage?” The Mexican fisherman’s figure fidgeted nervously in the dim light.

“I have my ways. So, the asset you mentioned?”

“Aah-ah. Here, señor. Joder, it’s a brave new world. These waters are dead ever since that bomb dropped-” The man murmured as he led the small, cloaked company deeper and deeper into the bowels of a warehouse. Through the last door... and here it is. Golden scales dulled by untold days of decay, red eyes hazy and unseeing but still retaining some semblance of that evil glimmer.

The man extended a gloved hand, and placed it right on the snout of a dead Devil.

“Señor? Are you taking...”

“I sense... a pulse. Something yet lingers... Fascinating. Just as we theorized, head is the seat of the soul. The dominant one, no less.”

“Ehm. We don’t ask for much, but for the trouble both Monarch and the Government will give us...” The man hesitantly purposed, but the latter part of his sentence was drown in a pained gurgle. He floated a feet above the ground, eyes bulging in fear as an invisible iron grip seized his neck, and clamped down. This is a crime Victivus did not enjoy committing, but a loose end is a loose end.

“Your part of the deal exceeds all expectations, my friend. You have met your unfortunate demise when your ship sunk in the storm near Isla de Mara. Your family will be provided shelter and relocated to Monarch-approved inland safezone. Your name will be written in glory after we remake this world.”

...

“Kuso. Who the hell are you again?” Ren Serizawa had been drowning himself in a Tokyo bar when the man approached. “I have many names. Director Heinz Schmitt of Monarch Germany branch, Walter Simmons of Apex Cybernatics, Lord Victivus... whatever that title serves nowadays. Which one do you prefer?” Victivus calmly dodged a glass cup thrown his way by the young man; it caught itself mid-air, before settling on the table once more.

“I’m not some conjurer of cheap tricks, you see.” Victivus put a hand on the younger man’s shoulder as Ren’s face blushed a furious red, the alcohol taking its toll but still not hiding his surprise.

“But what the heck can you do? We are bugs, insignificant bugs compared to them! We either fucking revere them as deities like my old man, or be destroyed... They are GODS. What are we in front of gods?”

Ren’s frame was wrecked by another sob he thought he hid well. Victivus knew, despite all their differences, Ren loved his father dearly. He sought to live up to Ishiro, yet the old man’s entire life have been consumed by his one fascination... Godzilla.

“And what are gods... in front of non-believers?” Victivus whispered as Ren lifted his face, brows contorted in sorrow. “Your father was a martyr, and a good man. That his action ultimately saved humanity is worth my sincerest salutation. Alas, he was misguided no less.” Ren slammed his fist on the table, wine spilling out from the impact. The young man will snap out of it, that Victivus was certain. He was a Serizawa. And the Serizawas have always been determined and sturdy souls.

When Ren found himself painfully somber the next day, a message was on his encrypted cellphone. How’d anyone bypass his firewalls? Frowning, he opened the message. “Kazakhstan, Aral Sea, Rebirth Island. Specimen Zero, Project Raijin. Put your talent to good use. D.V.”

I saw an angel coming down from heaven. He had the key to the bottomless pit and a large chain in his hand. The angel seized the dragon, that old snake who is the devil and Satan, and tied him up for a thousand years...

[Source: twitter @MrgSenor]

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thekingofmcnsters​:​

      Agony was the first thing it knew, and a fragmented mind was brought back from a long slumber that the poor soul had wished it stayed in. It was aware of so many things come back, touch, taste, smell, sight, and hearing. Then it was aware of what came back with those senses as pure, nerve destroying pain engulfed every cell of its body as it tried to scream with a mouth that it did not have.

      Then it could taste the blood that pooled in its mouth and clogged the back of its throat as its head fully reformed, and a loud agonized scream of pure, visceral torment ripped from its mouth. It was aware of the damage it caused to the humans as it regenerated over time, but it did not care in its state of perpetual suffering. Smell came back next, and it could smell the fetid state of its own body brought back from the abyss, and the lifeblood that oozed from golden scales.

     Then sight returned, and at first all it could see was red, but when it fully regained its sight and looked down, terror engulfed its being. For the first time, Ghidorahs central head felt true, unadulterated fear as it even looked over to the sides, expecting to find its brothers- nothing. There was nothing there. Then another scream came as it flailed around madly, and it would even destroy its own ears several times over with every loud, piercing wail that came from its throat as its eyes dilated and it smashed into anything nearby in a violent mix of terror and fury.

     The Kings eyes snapped open suddenly as he was struck by a familiar terror and fear that clenched at his heart, squeezing it as it threatened to leave him breathless. This was just like when his mechanical doppleganger had been created, and Gojira knew better then to make as many mistakes in allowing its creation like he had last time.

��    Gojira would make landfall then, his steps terrible and rumbling as golden eyes scoured the land, careful to avoid any panicking humans that were now evacuating as his scales rippled, hands clenched into fists, and his presence was made crystal clear by the cry of anger that ripped from his throat.

“SKREEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOONGK!”

     The challenge was made, and now it was time for him to wait.

Victivus’s eyes shone with yellow gleam as his own power responded to Gojira’s call. A declaration of war, on an unknown enemy. Serizawa’s project is compromised, it would seem; by the man’s own negligence or something else he could not tell.

The Alpha Titan sounded his war trumpet, but an anxious silence fell afterwards. It had made landfall somewhere, yet they still had the element of surprise, for Gojira did not seem to discover where and what the threat was.

“Serizawa.” His voice resonated through the younger man’s mind, “There has been an awakening. The Titan is on its way. Rectify it.”

...

Ren could never get used to the way the Sith issued a command; but he knew what must be done. Now they have two glaring problems at hand; one is the King, hellbent on defending his Order; the other a false king, although its resurrection was entirely unintentional.

Ren once saw Ghidorah’s rampage on top-secret documents. The enemy his father gave his life to defeat. The way it manipulated apocalyptic storms, casually devastating humans and Titans alike just because it can, and the regal way it carried itself - quite a sharp contrary to the agonizing creature before him, sealed by heavy blast door. It was flailing in a fit of pain and panic, smashing the containment chamber into shambles as it clawed at its own suit in a desperate attempt to escape its torment. This stirred in Ren a twisted satisfaction, for they've seemingly conquered the Devil itself; but not yet, not yet. Time is of the essence.

​"Engage the neural inhibitors and sedatives," He called into his comm device. When dealing with Ghidorah, it is best to not risk its multiple personalities awaking at once. "And ready the Orca. I'm handling this myself."

​Ren's words would be translated into telepathic signal, conveyed directly into the Mecha's neural interface. It would work in theory with unaware machine, but now that a mind is already occupying that network... Well, maximum output should hammer home his points.

​"Specimen Zero. Call sign 'Raijin'. Prostrate yourself and heed our orders."

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The Bottomless Pit

Ren Serizawa trekked through the dimly-lit corridors of the facility, brows furrowed deeply. To have his greatest prize delivered practically to his doorstep, and for everything to still fall into turmoil so spectacularly.

The benefactor called Victivus had been resourceful, more so than he ever imagined. Always a step ahead of both Gojira and its devout Monarch, the shameful bunch it is. When the dust had only began to settle after the Mass Awakening, when humanity struggled to regroup and the Titans strove to navigate a brave new era, his eyes were already set on his own prize. His arcane powers and mysterious identity was an enigma to Ren; but it mattered not, for Victivus claimed to hold the answer. To how humanity would once again ascend to a higher plane.

So splattered before a dumbfounded Ren was a skull. Charred almost beyond recognition, it’s former golden hide sheered off to reveal bones beneath. The usurper’s remains would still serve its purpose in life. Victivus had high hopes in him, placed high stakes in his project. And Ren was eager to deliver.

Ren inherited in full his father’s ingenuity, yet scarcely any of the older Serizawa’s consciousness. Working with tireless abandon he did, combining Ghidorah’s remains with the most advanced technology mankind had to offer. This creature was dangerous, he knew, but dismissed his coworkers concerns. It no longer had a body, merely left over by Gojira, its fate a testimony of when one’s arrogance clouds their better judgement. Not that humanity wasn’t thankful it did, though.

Then the phenomenons happened. More than one scientist reported hearing ghostly cries, as if in agony, when working on Specimen Zero’s neural interface. They are welded into the new mecha’s system, and shouldn’t be anything more than unconscious wetware. Then... during the first test run, when a dose of hollow earth energy was pumped into its system, the skull experienced explosive regeneration. The process took hours, if not days; the creature writhing and spasming the entire time as flesh and bones were forcefully merged with jagged machinery, its horrifying howls unnerving all even from surveillance feed.

So now Ren stood before the half-ruined platform, staring up at the creature - not entirely Monster Zero but unmistakable in its shape, as it slowly recovered from the trauma, black blood leaking from between its armor. He will have one chance to salvage this project, before retribution is delivered upon him.

Even though the past days have shed new insight as to just how potent Ghidorah’s regeneration is, Victivus will not be pleased with this...

@thekingofmcnsters​

[voidintheforce]

why aren’t we playing together yet?

❓ i just got started, and i don’t know how to approach you

😳 i’m very shy

🙈 i was meaning to approach you but i forgor  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

💡 i still haven’t found any good idea to start interacting

📚 i still haven’t found any good prompt to start interacting

👶 first meetings threads aren’t my forte

🍼 my muse is an OC related to yours and i don’t know how to approach you with this

🧍 my muse is an OC very close to yours and i don’t know how to approach you with this

⛔ our muses aren’t compatable 

💗 i ship our muses but i feel awkward asking

🤢 i’m full of threads right now, but in the future i want to

⚽ i’m very busy with life right now, but in the future i want to

🙅‍♀️ i’m just lurking tbh

🔔 we interact with other blog(s), but i don’t know how to get started with this one

📴 we do interact but i’m currently very busy 

🛏️ we do interact but i currently have no muse

🗿 we do interact but i’m currently in another RPC

📶 we do interact and i want more threads with you actually!

😘 pspsps hey want to plot?

😚 pspsps hey what’s your prompts tag?

😗 pspsps hey want my prompts tag?

[voidintheforce]

thekingofmcnsters​:

     Although Gojira picked up on what felt like slight enmity, the King wouldn’t comment on it. He knew many of the smaller kin dreaded and even loathed his presence, but the words ‘Your Majesty’ sat wrong with him, causing him to stir underneath the waves even as he dived deeper to make sure he wouldn’t leave a silhouette on the waters above to prevent any others from freaking out, as if trying to make it seemed like he had completely left.

‘Just call me Gojira. Please, do not refer to me with those sorts of monikers, they do not fit me.’ He’d respond, although the curious statement of there being other users like Victivus amused him greatly, something that shined through the link. ‘Others blessed with the same type of power? How intriguing… You must count yourself very lucky.’

     Then was mentioned his battle with Ghidorah, and a bit of pain stung at Gojiras chest, unlike the pride that most would assume he would associate with it as he’d rumble lowly.

‘Yes, I defeated Ghidorah, but… At a great cost. Many things have been damaged, many people hurt, and I have prompted the creation of a terrible, awful weapon.’

     The Oxygen Destroyer… Images of it flashed through the Kings mind, and his eyes closed underneath the waves as he recalled the excruciating, horrible pain, and would shake his great head as he swam off, but made sure to stay close enough to keep the link going.

‘Forgive my rambling, it is not often I can indulge myself in the base desires of communicating with one who can understand and respond. You are a plenty entertaining guest, Victivus.’

@voidintheforce​

“You are more soft-spoken than I imagined... Gojira.” Victivus chewed on those distinctly Japanese words; was it an attempt at translating the ancient tone of Titans made by the human precursors, or did human speech in turn influence the Titans them selves?

But the King would do well to remember his alias. Victivus was the shady mask he operates beneath; his old name and old life long since abandoned to serve a greater course. A course that will bring about a drastic upsetting of Gojira’s order, or perish trying.

“Was it a blessing, Gojira, or a curse? The Shobijins are... devout servants of Mosura who cast away their original destiny to reincarnate with the Goddess, over and over. Ishiro Serizawa gave his life in exchange of yours.” Does it remember, Victivus mused. A zealot the man may have been, could the great Titan recognize sacrifices made by such an insignificant being?

“They are committed to the greater good, if so they believed. I often ponder that I do too.” Victivus turned away from the sea in which Gojira still lingered, and his fists clutched. So close, yet he must restrain himself. The pulse of darkness gnawed at his heart, prompting him to inflict retribution onto this... monster, who felt entitled to reign above all.

“Dropping that warhead was a last resort. If it may please you, the Oxygen Destroyer was not your failure, but rather humanity’s. We were cornered, and we threw an unfinished prototype at Ghidorah. But I regret to say... that weapon will not be the last.”

Had he disclosed too much to the King of Monsters? The clock is ticking faster, Victivus could feel it in the air. A new storm is approaching. He will be at the helm of it, if all goes as planned.

As he left the shore behind, one last message was sent towards the Titan. A hint of what is to come.

“There is no death, there is the Force. With it, no one is ever truly gone.”

@thekingofmcnsters

[voidintheforce]

2 and 3 for Monsterverse Victivus

2: He was my first attempt at writing a morally shady character; sociopathic wizard ith both fantasy and sci-fi elements. A healthy dose of Star Wars to boot. The way I wrote him carried over to more muses and generally opened the door of RP for me.

In Monsterverse, he is more of a fix-it version of Walter Simmons(that cliche antagonist in Godzilla VS Kong)

3: Victivus combines some of the best and worst traits of human-beings; the worst kind of idealist whose motivation deterioration has long since eroded his good intentions.

His hatred of the Titans seems irrational, but not of personal vendetta. He just despised living under their ancient order, refused to tip toe around superior beings. Dark Side streaks also did not help.

[voidintheforce]

Questions for Problematic/Villain muses

1. How often does your character admit to being wrong? Do they ever change their way of thinking?

2. What's something you constantly have to re-explain about your muse

3. What's an inherently problematic view your character holds

4. Does your muse deserve a second chance?

5. What's makes your muse respect someone? Are they capable of respecting others without reason?

6. Do they opmatically assume certain people are lesser than them?

7. Do you ever think that despite your muses actions/morality they do have a point when it comes to their reasons?

8. Does your character feel like their in the wrong? If so does it bother them?

9. What's a line your muse won't cross under any circumstance?

10. Is a healthy relationship (platonic or otherwise) possible with your muse?

11. Do you feel like your muse can fall/be corrupted further if pushed?

12. Does your muse have a reason for their misdeeds or is it all for pleasure?

13. When it comes to your muses love ones, are the exception to their behavior or are they also treated poorly

14. Is your muses morality compliance or does it follow a strict set of rules?

15. Do you think your muse needs to pay for all that they've done?

[voidintheforce]

"I'm not afraid of you." (Biollante to Victivus)

"This is a sight most intriguing," The Force-wielder replied with a smirk as he was interrupted from his meditation, telekinetically lifted ritualistic golems landing with resounding thuds.

"I have not seen your kind before... to think, a Titan blurring the very distinction between flora and fauna. One of those pillagers in 2019, maybe? Or have you risen from some hole leading down to the Hollow Earth?"

"No matter. To be afraid of the potential of humanity or not, you will submit in due time. As will all else thereafter."