I Have A Really Cool Idea For A Fanfic During The Event Of GVK After You’re Done With Ghidorah’s

It’s me revolutionary4 I got automatically signed out of my Tumblr account. Fucking suck but hey sometimes life’s a bitch and you keep going so I’m not gonna let that stop me

do you plan on doing more request because the dialogue drafts I’ve been pitching are absolutely amazing

unfortunately not, i dont wanna burn myself out from godzilla stuff

You can only reblog this today.

hi guys !! im new to tumblr and recently made an account following the tiktok bani got started on a fanfic and im not sure where else to put it out there !

sigh both my fics got scraped by the ai thing 🥀

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.

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any extra lore on GhidoraStan64?

duh!! i love worldbuilding on the little things so lets get it !

- ren serizawa in the ghidorahs voice au attended an elitist tokyo school from the years 2006-2009, his father was a fairly public figure who often preached about balances long before the 2014 attack which resulted in ren having a big target on his back throughout his school days, already having few friends due to being reserved on top of now being bullied.

- ghidorastan64 wasn’t born until a particular incident involving one of rens peers going out of his way to put a salamander in his shoe, which can easily be considered the straw that broke the camels back.

- when ren got home that day, he did what any angry chronically online teenager in that era and beyond would do and created ‘ghidorastan64’ as a means to take out his frustration on others, its worth noting the internet was a very different place than it is today, with that being said, he frequently targeted monarch pages, pro titan pages, vivienne graham in particular, and later went on to troll real life lolcows such as chris chan.

- ren DID NOT know ghidorah was a real thing when he created the username, to him, it was an evil creature from mythology and he had no idea said creature would fuck him over.

- nowadays, the ghidorastan64 account became so infamous several people began to use the handle— this means ren wasn’t the only one trolling bernie and a few copycat trolls came along down the line. even nearly 20 years after the account was made, controller x!ren considers this his biggest secret and feels true fear whenever someone refers to him as ghidorastan64 as opposed to X.

is there any characters u based the 4 mcs off (ren, ichi, ni, and san)

yesyes! theres a lot so let me list them 😭

starting off strong w ren…

the first inspiration behind ren (despite being a competent character in the novelization, he did have a lot of gaps that needed to be filled in) isn’t the real mark zuckerberg— rather jesse eisenberg’s portrayal in ‘the social networking,’ both are condescending geniuses who are socially distant (though in rens case its by choice, in marks choice its not)

additionally, just as mark screwed over eduardo in the movie (and presumably real life) ren was planning on screwing over walter simmons the moment he was no longer useful.

the most important similarity is both thrive on being the smartest person in the room AND being painfully aware of it, silently resenting those who they deem as less intelligent.

that’s where rens similarities with mark end, as he’s not a hideous bigot, mechagodzilla was ren’s idea whereas mark is portrayed as a thief who steals concepts, rens motivations are deeply personal while marks are for people to like him, and lastly, marks social climb is about status, rens is about control and a vendetta.

the second inspiration behind ren is chris manawa from fear the walking dead, both had morally up-right, no-nonsense fathers who tried to do the right thing even if their sons had a different vision of what was right. (ishiro and travis, respectively.)

they both became disillusioned and villainous, drifting away from their father’s ethics by choice.. additionally, they had a similar radicalization— each dealt with the death of their mother in isolation with little to no support.

however, the descent of chris is a common trope in twdu— survival, desensitization, and seeing the new world as a ruleless land where they can do whatever they want, ren’s descent is driven by vengeance, ambition, childhood frustrations, and a god complex.

ren is also more calculated and wouldn’t be foolish enough to meet the fate chris did.

as some of you may know, one of the main inspirations behind ghidorahs voice was smile 2, and a lot of the events in the early chapters of ghidorahs voice mirror smile 2.

for example, both ren and skye suffer hallucinations after a traumatic event— skye after the drug-induced crash, ren after the mechagodzilla electrocution.

the mirror scene where skye hallucinating louis (luis?) in the mirror is a direct parallel to ren hallucinating ishiro in chapter 3.

ghidorah parallels the smile entity, they’re both persistent, supernatural forces that feed on trauma and slowly erodes the mind. however, in ghidorahs case, he doesn’t kill ren, he molds ren into controller x by cutting off all of rens options.

both ren and skye try to navigate public scrutiny while desperately trying to rationalize what they’re seeing— skye as a pop star, ren as an infamous nepo-baby who destroyed an entire city.

ren waking up from a coma and facing legal/ethical battles echoes skye’s return from tragedy.

like skye dismissing morris’ warnings, ren dismisses bernies warnings because he finds bernie annoying and has a deep ‘theres a scientific explantation to EVERYTHING’ value instilled in him.

on a more comedic note, the next one is ryan howard. walter simmons is rens michael scott— a buffoonish, self-important boss ren both tolerates and despises depending on what walter could contribute in rens conquest to kill godzilla.

like ryan, ren is the ‘golden boy’ who is expected to rise fast but they both harbor bitterness and ambition, not caring who they have to step on to reach their goals.

however, ryan’s downfall is due to incompetence and ego— he’s lazy and self-sabotaging, ren is anything but lazy, rens downfall is more about flying too close to the sun, emotional instability and three headed alien forces.

in short, ryan is played for comedy, ren is steeped in tragic horror.

back to the tragic note, one of rens biggest inspirations was junior wheeler from chucky. (anyone who knew me in 2021 knew i was DEVASTATED when he kicked the bucket and was in straight denial for months) junior is manipulated by chucky, ren by ghidorah— though not to the same extent, as ren is intelligent enough to see ghidorah is using him, but an enemy of his enemy is his friend.. however, this doesn’t change how both are essentially possessed by malevolent forces praying on vulnerability.

both characters lashing out and transformations into killers are tied to emotional repression and manipulation.

additionally, from the dialogue to the context, ghidorah finally convincing ren his own humanity is whats holding him back is directly inspired by this scene

back to differences, juniors arc is short-lived and tragic, rens is longer and more strategic, involving tech, politics, and global stakes.

junior died as a teenager and didn’t fully understand what he was doing, while rens frontal lobe is fully developed, and not only does ren embrace what hes doing, he even tries to justify it.

lastly for ren is the salesman from squid game, both are lapdogs to greater powers (the salesman to the frontman, ren to ghidorah.)

they both project confidence and control but are ultimately servants trying to feel special in a system they dont control.

both (at least after ren adopts the persona of x) have a certain aesthetic flair, masking their true insignificance.

as for ichi, his biggest inspiration is..

princess blister from wings of fire! both are the most cunning and manipulative of their respective trios, they act as the ‘brains’ of the operation— always plotting several steps ahead, enjoying mind games and psychological warfare.

ichi and blister have a similar way of disguising their ruthlessness with eloquence, additionally, they both also don’t give the facade much effort— snapping the moment they get called out.

both were turned into dust 💀

both are narcissistic, believing they are the rightful rulers and vastly superior to those around them.

naturally, since ichi is inspired by blister..

ni is inspired by princess burn! ni, like burn, enjoys cruelty for his own sake— not mindless brutality, but calculated, indulgent violence.

both ni and burn are often underestimated as ‘the muscle’ and nothing else, but they show tactical awareness when it benefits them. just like burn using queen scarlet as a shield from glorys venom, ni is the kind of guy who would sacrifice anyone to gain an edge or survive.

the next for ni is nam-gyu from squid game (nam-gyu referring to other players as cockroaches was my direct inspo for ghidorah referring to humans as cockroaches), both are right hand figures— ni to ichi, nam-gyu to thanos, both act loyal but are really in it for their own gain and survival.

they both have a duality of superiority and inferiority complexes— they feel like they’re the most dangerous out of their respective groups, yet simmer with resentment at being second to someone else.

just like how nam-gyu only truly respects thanos, ni only respects ichi— but even then, that respect is overshadowed by envy and loathing.

both revel in mocking those weaker than them, even more so if they sense emotional vulnerability.

for san, as i stated in chapter 20, his main inspiration is..

agatha harkness! san, like agatha, enjoys manipulating the emotions of others (ren and wanda respectively) under the guise of charisma or humor.

both are showboats, loving dramatic reveals, flashy speeches, and being the most memorable individual in the room— even if that means coming off as a nuisance and being hated.

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.