Ngl Im Kinda Stumped On Where To Take Ghidorahs Voice Yeah I Was Getting Ready To Introduce Mkg But I

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ghidorahs voice got 453 hits wow im moving to la to start my life as a celebrity

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i havent seen snow white but i love rachel zegler since so many grown ass men decided shes ‘too woke’ (???) and the movie failed bc of her.. cant be bc of that zionist who cant act to top it all off ! rachel zegler is gorgeous and unproblematic, thats all i have to say 😁 ill get to asks and fic updates hopefully sometime this weekend

and js as i refreshed its at 500 i literally cannot thank yall enough !

ghidorahs voice is so close to 500 hits its at 499 rn aaahhh im so grateful !!

OMGGG 1000 HITS IS GENUINELY SUCH A HUGE MILESTONE I NEVER THOUGHT MY FIC WOULD CROSS.. IM FOREVER GRATEFUL, MY HEART GOES OUT TO ALL OF THOSE WHO TOOK TIME OUT OF THEIR DAY TO READ MY FANFICITION !! this means sm to me because before i wrote ghidorahs voice i actually rped ren and ghidorah on a discord server (😬😬) and i constantly got shit for writing too much, got told i was ‘glazing’ for being pasionate ab my characters 💀, got told my take on ghidorah was one noted, etc.. so im literally so happy to see that ppl enjoy it and that they were wrong, moral of the story is dont let negative peanut gallery effect u !! again thanks so much for this support, lmk what yall would wanna see for a 1k celebration (such as hc dumps or smt, no writing requests pls) and lastly heres me tweaking in @gojira61 dms ! big thanks to him too he lets me talk his ear off ab gv

in death take my hand, are there any other personifications?

yep! the family tree goes like this:

the ‘mother’ of them all is nature, the ‘father’ is chaos or war?? i havent decided yet. anyway, the two obvious personifications in the games as of rn are death (nam-gyu) and life (to be revealed in the next chapter), but there is also the personification of greed (yeong-sam) and the personification of giving/generosity who serves as a direct counterpart to greed. there is more to appear tho, these are js the revealed ones!

i hate gooners sm its stuff like this that made me stop liking felicia as much when she was my all time fav for like 3 years 💔 90% of the black cat sub reddit is grown man gooning over a 2d woman wo bothering to understand the character at all..

since i based san off agatha i imagine everytime hes in rens body he drastically drags his trenchcoat LMAO

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.