Do You Have Any Hcs For The Three Ghidorah Heads?

im almost done with chapter 36, i have no idea if ill get it out tonight or tomorrow morning because its a lengthy one but regardless stay tuned :)

i love my dog

real shit LMAOO

the way you characterize ghidorah holds a really special place in my heart and reading him in ur story is such a goddamn treat and it makes me so fucking happy finally reading someone's take on San and making him...seem in character and not infantlizing the fuck out of him and shit 😭

but like I was saying, your Ghidorah interpretation is extremely good and I love it a lot (especially Ichi cuz hahahaha he's a character extremely special to me and ermmmm don't look at my banner) LMFAOO anyways I love it and I look forward to reading more of the way you write him in Ghidorah's Voice or any future writings!! I love it and keep it up, your writing is really damn good!!

Have a nice break and happy birthday!!! have a great birthday!!!!!

(SIDE NOTE BUT HIM BEING A CLOSE VOICE CLAIM FOR GHIDORAH IS???? SO PEAK??????? DUDE. FUCK YES)

THANKKK YOUU SO MUCH! im glad u like my take on san since one of the points i made when writing this was to ensure he wasn’t clueless or caring, hes heartless 😭 i made him more of a comical and less serious villain but he’s still a villain! i couldnt be happier that u like ichi as well, hes fun to write! the compliments on my writing and takes on ghidorah mean a lot so thanks soo much :)) thankk youu!!

I need Nam-Gyu to absolutely obliterate Myung-Gi in season 3 and then hit this pose after

what would happen if pim and charlie from smiling friends were hired to make ren smile again

pim and charlie would only be needed in the days leading up to chapter 17 because after that ren is living his best life.. even at the cost of the rest of the world 💀

The Haneda Airport’s terminal buzzed with the serene sound of announcements and the clatter of luggage wheels every now and again. The cherry blossom air fresheners did little to hide the dead scent of jet fuel and stress.

The lilac, energetic, bright-eyed creature bounced on his heels while waving around a tourist pamphlet covered in cartoon Mount Fujis. “Charlie, Charlie, did you know you can rent a café where you just cry with strangers? Japan’s amazing! They even have toilets that sig to you!” Pim exclaimed, however, Charlie was nowhere nearly as impressed. “Yeah, yeah, great. Don’t forget this country also bayoneted pregnant women in Nanking. Try not to fall in love with the scenery too fast..” Charlie grumbled, “Oof, Charlie, you’re really good at killing in the mood. That was almost one hundred years ago.” Pim muttered, “Yeah, well, trauma’s hereditary. So, buckle up, bud.” Charlie deadpanned as a sleek, black car waited on the curbside. High-rise towers glinted in the sun, though none as cold and isolated as the one they were approaching.

A woman— Mira Yamane stood chic and composed, but clearly desperate outside with a tablet, her hair was pinned back in a way that implied she hadn’t slept in days. “You’re the Smiling Friends, right?” Mira affirmed with a raised brow, “That’s us! You want us to help your husband smile? That’s what we do best!” Pim confirmed with a beam, “We also clean up crime scenes, once.. But yeah, smiling.” Charlie cut in, Mira’s eyebrows straightened up while her lips pursed into a thin line, gaze narrowing if anything. “Just.. Do what you can, Ren hasn’t smiled since he tore a Skullcrawler in two.” Mira urged, Pim and Charlie followed her inside the building where their client, Ren Serizawa sat at a table in the dead center of a brutalist room. Everything was made up of cold steel, concrete, and black curtains. Unusually enough, a flatscreen of Monster Zero tearing through Antarctica.

One odd thing to note about Ren was he wore sunglasses indoors, though the pair quickly learned it was not out of an odd fashion choice, but necessity. A dull, hopeless hum followed him like a storm cloud hanging over his head, he was clad in a designer trench coat, whatever was left of his right eye hidden beneath a matte black eyepatch, cigarette burns staining the table. “You’re the clowns she hired?” Ren alleged, turning to meet their gazes. “We’re more like emotional hitmen, she wants us to shoot you full of serotonin or whatever.” Charlie corrected, Ren stared blankly for a moment. “I’ve been electrocuted, shrapnel drilled into my right eyeball, and sued by the Chinese government.” Ren trailed off, listing it off with his fingers. “Not now.” Ren suddenly added, talking to seemingly himself. “Uh, you good?” Charlie dared to ask, exchanging a glance with Pim. “Peachy. Let’s go, I have a meeting with Shindo.” Ren grumbled, he didn’t seem keen on bringing them along but probably figured he could get a refund since he was in no position to lose money with the pending terrorist charges.

Shindo’s law firm was a shrine dedicated solely to ego, wealth, and influence. The walls were adorned with polished mahogany bookshelves, each shelf meticulously arranged with legal tomes and decorative artifacts meant to impress, a framed photo of Shindo shaking hands with a panicking Prime Minister during the Mass Awakening hung like a self-congratulatory obituary. “I personally oversaw the evacuation of the previous Prime Minister’s twin daughters while Yamata No Orochi chased a cruise ship, people call me a national treasure.” Shindo boosted, “Wow! That’s so heroic!” Pim raved, however, Charlie noticed something over Ren’s shoulder and looked nothing short of disturbed. “You know there’s three dragon heads behind Ren, right? Like, whispering stuff? Does nobody else see that?” Charlie pondered, Shindo froze, a rare moment of silence radiating from the egoist. “What..?” Shindo muttered, Pim looked over Ren’s shoulder, making eye contact with the leftmost head. “They’re like.. Kind of shadowy and floaty. They kind of sound like the drag queen from Powerpuff Girls.” Pim noted, “Yeah, and one of ‘em told me I smell like fear. Kinda rude.” Charlie flatly cut in, Shindo squinted at them, then directed his gaze toward Ren, who managed to look just as clueless as Shindo despite knowing good and well.

Rain streaked across the windshield like falling veins, Pim sat shotgun, pressing his face to the window like a kid in a candy store, Charlie lounged in the back beside Ren. “Charlie, did you know the Tokyo Tower was inspired by the Eiffel Tower?” Pim asked, “Your friend is very educated.” Ren deadpanned, the phrase: ‘They are insects, let us feast.’ slipping out of his tongue in a voice that wasn’t his own, Charlie’s eyes widened— almost comically if it weren’t for the situation. “Okay, what the hell was that? Did.. Did your mouth just talk but like, not you?” Charlie pondered, desperately glancing at Pim for help. “That’s.. Normal for me now.” Ren assured.

Once they arrived at Ren’s residence— a modern Japanese home only nepo-babies like himself could afford, surprisingly— Ren had invited them to crowd around a tablet, Dr. Vivienne Graham was onscreen, running for her life, screaming as Ghidorah chomped her into a blur of viscera and broken bones. “She deserved it, you know? Always clinging to my father just because her father died before she was born. She got the pats on the back, the phone calls, I got a ‘she would understand’ after my own mother died.” Ren ranted, the shadows behind him twitching with glee as if they were capitalizing on his anger. “To this day, I don’t know what she had that I didn’t, whatever my father saw in her— he didn’t see in me. I’m sure you all don’t want to hear about the cliche story of the father who forgot about his son,” Ren trailed off, eyes glued to the video like an elderly woman with AI-generated Facebook memes. “Hey, Charlie, He’s doing that anime villain monologue thing!” Pim pointed out, “Yeah, about any second now he’s gonna yell about ‘a world purified by chaos’ or something like that.” Charlie grumbled, Ren cut them off with an actual bark of a laugh. “Oh god.. You’re.. You’re both morons.” Ren muttered, following shared silence between Pim and Charlie. “Wait.. Did he just?” Pim alleged, glancing at Charlie to ensure whatever was floating over Ren didn’t latch onto them as well. “Mission accomplished, I guess?” Charlie mumbled, “I haven’t in.. I don’t even know how long, not since I tore into Skullcrawler number ten, before Mira started buying sage to exorcise me with.” Ren trailed off, and in that moment, he leaned back, head against the wall with the shadows of three dragon heads accelerated against the wall, eye closed beneath his sunglasses.. A smile— crooked and bitter, but genuine spread across his lips.

slight preview for chapter 33 because im making myself upset js writing this </3 everyday im reminded ishiro was fully capable of stepping in for viviennes deceased father meanwhile he has a whole ass son 😭 that hits so close to him i hate when ppl blame ren for ishiros shortcomings.. reminder that this page isn’t ishiro serizawa friendly

You can only reblog this today.

congrats for the 800 hits on Ghidorah’s voice it’s one of the greatest stories ever made

I have a pretty cool dialogue challenge commission for you if you have the time it’s for Rodan spinoff pitch idea so here it goes

Idris Elba’s character and Harrison/Hayworth arrive in a van at some deserted area to meet with Alan Jonah for a delivery Harrison tells Idris Elba character to fetch the package

idris’s curiosity soon turns the horror when the back of the van reveals Madison Russell tied up in the back a group of hyena soldiers stormed the van aggressively carrying Madison out with Alan congratulating them on a successful job

Alan smugly begins to ask how her mother is doing going knowing full well that Emma’s death still haunts Madison till this day

she is soon taken away and Alan pays them the money he promised on the way back home idris questions Harrison on why he didn’t tell they were trafficking human being but Harrison tell Idris that there are bigger force to play then he realizes

That answer leaves Idris question on WTF he just get himself into

thank you soo much! you’ve been here since the very night i published it and im so glad u like it !! thanks for coming to me for dialogue challenges theyre always sm fun and im glad theres still ppl who come to authors for dialogue examples instead of chatgpt ! here we go !

A dusty van pulls up to the edge of a desolate, wind-beaten parking lot. The sky is an overcast sickly gray, paired alongside thick air with the miasma of gasoline and salt from the nearby bay.. The smell of gasoline was the only sign of civilization, giving Madison the false hope of a nearby gas station. Unfortunately for her, they showed no sign of stopping as the headlights carved a jagged path through the dark, illuminating a rusted cargo where Alan Jonah and his men— the Hyenas, as they dubbed themselves, waited in patient silence. Eventually, the van’s engine sputtered, then died on them. From the driver’s side, Hayworth, a stray the now deceased Walter Simmons found at a bidding auction and was right to keep close, stepped out. He was unusually composed, hands in his pockets, illuminating the aura of a man who had done this a thousand times before.

Following Hayworth’s exit, the passenger door swung open seconds later. Idris Eiba’s character— (I’m gonna call him Victor for rn) moved in a slower, more cautious manner, eyes darting toward the armed men and back to Hayworth to determine if the conman had anything up his sleeves. A sharp exhale exited his hesitant lips, unable to place his finger on why this suddenly felt so wrong when he was previously on board.

“Gentlemen,” A British accent— Alan Jonah, former British colonel, eco-terrorist, the man responsible for releasing one of Satan’s greatest soldiers or Satan himself, it didn’t matter, it caused the most deaths since WW2.. “Right on time.” Jonah added, his presence being the pinpoint to why Vic felt such uneasiness. “We don’t make a habit of disappointing our clients.” Hayworth replied breezily without missing a beat, despite how often someone like Hayworth would have to lie, Vic knew he was telling the truth with how quickly Sarah Heyes vanished into thin air the moment she stuck her nose into something she shouldn’t have. Jonah, ever the cold-blooded killer, didn’t do so much as chuckle, simply nodding and gesturing toward the van with a notable disinterest in any form of conversation. “Then let’s see if you’ve earned your keep, shall we?” Jonah mused, Hayworth didn’t hesitate at this, giving Victor a nod toward the back of the van. “Go on, fetch the package.” Hayworth dictated.

Victor felt a rare wave of hesitation, something in Hayworth’s tone made his gut twist, but at the end of the day, Victor valued his brains and didn’t want to have them blown out for disobeying an order. He stepped toward the back, opening the door—

And an extremely unwelcome feeling dropped to his stomach as Vic laid eyes upon a tied up, gagged, hell, barely even conscious Madison Russell, staring back at him, complete with dried blood on her temple and wrists raw from the rope bindings. “What the fuck?—” Victor barely managed to stammer, whirling around to look at a very unapologetic and almost smug Hayworth. “You didn’t say anything about trafficking people.” Victor pointed out, however, Hayworth didn’t do so much as flinch. “It wasn’t your business to know.” He simply put, stepping back to allow the Hyena personnel to swarm the van, rough and uncareful hands dragging Madison out. To her credit, the girl thrashed and protested the most her near-unconscious body allowed her to do so, a muffled scream escaping the gag.

Despite Jonah being all about the idea of humans being the real monsters, he seemed to prove himself to be a prime example of such when he watched with a sick pleasure. “Don’t look at me like that, it’s just business.” He snarked in a tone that bordered on condescending as he came to a pause, a smirk tugging at his face, wrinkled both age. “How’s your mother these days? I haven’t heard from her ever since she outlived her usefulness.” Jonah added in a snark, Madison stopped her thrashing to freeze, all while a cruel grin split Jonah’s face in two. “Oh, how could I forget.. Must be my age catching up to me, she’s dead, isn’t she? Sacrificed herself for the greater good, just like a true hero.” Jonah’s smile faded as beat of silence washed over the group. “Let’s hope you’re as useful as she was, you worked well as a bargaining chip amidst the Mass Awakening, i’m certain you’ll do famously.” Jonah elaborated.

Due to being well— tied up and gagged, the only thing Madison could do in protest was glare at Jonah as her eyes burned with fury, but she (wisely) said nothing as the soldiers hauled her away, shoving her from one vehicle to the next. Afterwards, Jonah turned back to meet Hayworth’s gaze, tossing a thick envelope to his chest. “Here’s a fun fact, this is just a fraction of the fortune your old boss gave me for Monster Zeroes remains, funny how it comes full circle..” Jonah trailed off, his gaze settling on Victor in a glare that was almost enough for him to dash away from the scene. “You should teach your boy here to ask fewer questions.” Jonah pointed out, Hayworth didn’t reply, opting to snatch the envelope with an unreadable gaze.

The pair watched as Jonah and his mercenaries drove off, leaving nothing but tire tracks and a bad omen behind in the dust. Victor, fuming, turned to glare at Hayworth. “You knew.” He spat, less of an accusation and more of a statement. “I knew.” Hayworth replied in a deadpan, “And you didn’t tell me we were handing over a damn kid?” Victor shot back, Hayworth let out a rare chuckle and shook his head in amusement. “You’re so naive..” He paused, eyes weighing Vic from head-to-toe, “Victor, listen to me. You think this is bad? This is just the surface.” Hayworth explained, his tone losing its brief humor. Victor clenched his jaw, nostrils flaring. “Then tell me what the hell’s really going on.” He demanded, “Bigger forces at play than you realize.” Hayworth simply put, after that, there was silence, the weight of it settling between them like a storm waiting to break— or maybe the quiet before the storm, regardless, the van’s engine growled to life again, leaving Victor clouded with the lingering wonders of what the hell he just dove into.