Broken Birdcage

let wednesday, april 9th be the day I got all 3 armored core 6 endings

shin godzilla, as well as being an allegory for the 2011 Japanese earthquake and subsequent nuclear reactor spill, is an allegory for nuclear survivors

1. appearance.

we can see that clearly with this image.

you know what this looks exactly like?

I would use a better image, but I'd rather not have this post deleted for content or something. js search up flash burns urself if u want more

flash burns.

shins entire body looks to be covered from head-to-toe in flash burns.

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2. forms.

shins numerous forms are representations of radiation poisoning's worsening effects over time. she grows from a small, killable tadpod in the sea to 'god incarnate'.

form 1: tadpod form, first signs of radiation poisoning. the aftershock

form 2: on land. large and tramples, horrifying yet incomplete. people are unaware yet know it's dangerous. no real response

form 3: standing. a bloody transformation, with hot red muscle prodding out and overheating quickly. a response, yet it's shut down

form 4: the end. evolved, larger than ever with sickly black, rocky skin that reminisces the first few forms with cracked skin showing sickly red innards. unstoppable at this point.

the further danger shins reaches, the further radiation takes ahold

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3. fear.

hibakusha (survivors of the hiroshima and nagasaki nuclear bombings) were highly discriminated against, with the Japanese populous not taking action for them, and even believing their radiation poisoning was hereditary or contagious.

this reflects on shin, being feared and shunned as a creature of death and destruction by all. global governments even wanting to join in the destruction of shin.

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4. death.

shin, in her death, was frozen by blood coagulant. left as a statue in Tokyo, unmoving, until its disintegration.

nuclear bombs can create aftershadows, the intense light and energy of the bomb is absorbed into objects and organisms, yet the shaded part where a person is, is shielded by them. creating the effect of a shadow, a reminder of before the bombing occurred.

shin is frozen, bombing victims are preserved. both are weathered over time.

that will be all.

shitpost

lb sketches for once

shoutout to @eternalbreathsans for the inspiration

grillbys

leather or fur seats

can’t tell when there’s a whoopee

always a trickster, that skeleton is

playing pranks, when joking’s for kids

maybe that skeleton knows it

says a lot about him, then

suppose everyone’s a kid in here

guess i’m just a grouch

so, why not enjoy the laughter?

bringing a smile to my face is his cliche

then i’ll laugh until it won’t matter

and maybe i’ll smile today

first time using smudge for shading (yes i use ibis)

lb sketches because i haven’t drawn him in nearly a month wtf

wanted to write cuz I saw this weird as fuck fic about shin goji so I needed to write smth better out of spite, fic is under cut, if ur here for my art only u can skip this post

Legendary Mechagodzilla

VS

Shin Godzilla

UFT: Unidentifiable titan

Supercharged protons disintegrated the side of mountain in which I clawed my way out of.

All systems operational.

Power at 100%.

Confirmed location: Hong Kong.

Large civilian life detected, maintain caution.

One titan detected.

Maintain civilian awareness while exterminating titan.

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It hurt. (But it always does..doesn't it?)

Organs twisting to meet themselves twice over, skin welding inwards and outwards at the same time- the same sufferingly fast pace.

Oh god, it hurts. Please make it stop.

I don't want to survive. Not like this.

Please...

Another step- this time my foot reaches through sleek metal, then softness. Maybe another crushed family.

Please..

I trudge onwards.

Red bursts out of a large mountain across the human structures from me, seemingly never ending- even clouds part for it.

Have humans really begun using new forms of constructs that can do..this?

Nevertheless.

I must live.

I don't want to..

More red appears through the smoke, 2 glowing lights- then silver, a large metal thing has come out. Boring resemblance to..

This must be humans work, then. To make something..

Something like ME.

It will not kill me. I won't allow it.

I can't allow it.

...

It seems it's noticed my presence.

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Unidentified titan.

Directive: Exterminate.

Hydraulics push forward, propulsion occurring within boosters posthaste. Optics have already deconstructed the UFT, extermination should be imminent.

Visible weaknesses:

• Weak upper body.

• Small eyes, possibly primitive peripheral vision.

• Cracked skin.

• unprotected head, focusing on jaw.

Advised battle strategy: Monopolise on UFT's flawed nature; dominate in CQC.

Extermination of the UFT would be imminent.

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The same damn explosives as humans come from rising boxes on the metallic fakes shoulders, supersized.

I brace for impact as the familiar orange pain rockets towards my ches-

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Missiles successfully hit weaknesses on the UFT. A gurgle-imitation of a roar emits, possibly pain induced.

• UFT can possibly feel pain.

• Vision neutralised.

• Mouth neutralised.

Transient strategy: Advance upon and attack while the target is wounded.

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It hurts so much- so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so s-

What just happened.

Why can't I see. Or move my mouth?

Where's the pain in my chest?

I feel bile and blood slop out my jaw in nigh-chunks. The numerous tears and scorch marks don't help.

A vile imitation of a roar makes it's way from the mechanical abomination in front, it's coming towards me now.

..no.

I won't die like this.

Blackness replaces bile.

Heat replaces blood.

I will live.

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The UFT began emitting pyroclastic flow from it's throat, an instantaneous scan of the substances molecular make-up confirmed that.

March onwards, heat could not and will not affect me. Not to any capacity.

Earlier data cross-referencing dictated a similarity to Gojira, atleast appearance wise. These scans have proven that similarity correct, even more so due to the nature of it's abilities.

Additional transient strategy: Disable throat entirely in case of possible atomic breath.

I continue forward. Drones deployed from beside my upper dorsal plates, opening fire on the UFT instantaneously.

The titan's throat was torn in too many places for respiration to occur, energy levels should decrease dramatically over a short time period.

1.3 seconds after impact occurred, the UFT recoiled and ceased production of all visible pyroclastic flow.

Additional transient strategy: Begin CQC while target cannot breathe ASAP.

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Pain is scorching down my neck in droves, I can't feel air-

My defense has ceased. The blackness pours back down my muscles in desperation.

What I see from spots of my vision I've regained is glowering re-

CRACK

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The UFT's jaw is torn from the head, landing on an empty road. Boiling blood spews from the wound onto my left hand, swirling saws vaporising any flesh they contact as i dig deeper into the UFT's upper mouth. I should reach the brain within 2.4 seconds.

UFT's blood is dangerously hot, block blood leakage ASAP to protect civilian life and reduce collateral damage.

Additional transient strategy: Pierce brain to kill.

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I can feel my jaw dissapearing- and then the sensation of my mouth being cut up like cattle.

Kill me..

NO.

I refuse. I MUST refuse. My tail- I need my tail.

Purple swirls through my muscles and slides it's way down the shaft. The tip of my tail heats up, searing fles- ignore the pain.

No- sto-

A beam fires from it, I need to hit that thing.

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Detection of atomic breath-like energy flow within tail. Prevent usage immediately.

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Finally, I can protect mys-

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SCREE-

My tail scarfs into the UFT's, paralysation incurs.

Atomic energy flow prevented.

Extermination of the UFT would be imminent.

I would make sure of it.

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Desperation.

Fear anger courses through me.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

I don't feel my tail.

I can't move my tail.

Why?

Why is nothing working?

I-

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Remains of the UFT's brain matter dissipate on contact with me.

Titan demonstrated high-speed regeneration of it's eyes.

Highly suggested transient strategy: Remove all regenerative capability immediately.

Protons supercharge and begin movement within, centrifugal force is intensified along my maw as energy swells up. Electrical currents divert and dorsal plates generate pathways upwards-

Supercharged protons fire from within my mouth- forming a beam towards the UFT.

Impact.

Subsequent heterolytic cleavage occurs.

Ionisation wreathes pairs and induces sub-atomic chaos within the UFT's cells.

Disintegration is imminent.

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Titan exterminated.

also for anyone wondering y there's no mechag art if I love him so much it's cuz he's a fucking pain to even ATTEMPT to draw. I'm getting better but this is literally a sketch from a day ago

its abandoned cuz the human here (walter simmons) looked horrendous, hence why I didn't post it at the very least

saw a statement that mg is akin to walter's son

Walter stepped onto the elevator.

In about 5 minutes, he'd arrive at the observation chamber. In about 7, he'd be on the catwalk.

He has that time.

[ding]

Low humming collided with the rustling of his suit as a phone was produced from the rightmost pocket.

A couple rings later, he's speaking to one of his technical engineers.

"Is it ready?"

"Yes sir."

"Good." He hangs up.

Everyone's day has to have just gotten better.

After around 20 more seconds, Walter is faced with a sleek mix of utilarian. He's almost surprised at the lack of traffic, but that's no reason to complain, right?

Stepping out of the elevator, striding forward through the corridor then down the right hall. Take a left turn, followed by a staircase downward.

Hm..that took around 4 minutes. Ah well, better for him, then.

Waltzing into the observation chamber would be the second best part of this trip. He finally got to see his magnum opus.

His eyes were greeted with nigh-perfectum protection against titans- against Godzilla. Oh, how proud he was.

The apex titan, Mechagodzilla.

Despite it's stature, Walter was sure it was his son. The time, the effort, the very fact it stood before him now, it was a miracle- his miracle.

He hurried to the catwalk, passing through the exit door to see it without the filter of stained glass and white noise of computers.

As his foot lands on the first step, he hears it. The sound of a leg shifting. Not his- but it's leg. And he turns.

It's gazing. With optics larger than himself tenfold, it's gazing.

Maybe he hasn't slept much, because he's sure it's..it's leaning towards him.

He moves across the catwalk, stopping around the middle. It tracks him as he moves.

His hand grasps onto the railing, he needed to get a better look.

A snout bumps the railing he's leaning against, larger than half the catwalk itself- it's a miracle the thing didn't crumble.

Conscious or not, Walter's own hand lifts, and lands onto it- lands onto Mechagodzilla.

A low, mechanical hum eminates.

"..Incredible."

MONSTERVERSE

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MURDER DRONES

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MECHAGODZILLA - PART 2

note: I've decided to make N's text blue to avoid confusion (and maybe a bit of symbolism). limitations of mobile tumblr, amiright?

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[Fwoosh-]

[Slam!]

"Thanks."

"No problem!"

Ugh. Those idiots make me sick. Just why do I deal with this?

..no use complaining. Nothing I can do but follow along.

like always.

"Hey, idiots! Let's get going."

"Bite me! I'm on it."

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...I don't know what i expected when I followed Uzi down here.

It definitely wasn't..this.

Not..uhm, all of this tech.

I was expecting a JCJenson logo- or anything to signify this was ours.

..we only found something labelled "Apex".

..I think I have a bad feeling about this.

I mean- yeah, sure. What could go wrong? In a..place like this.

[gulp.]

..stay positive, N. Stay positive..

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3 drones; 2 with installed disassembly and one of hosting nigh-cosmic absolution.

Optics scan all surrounding locality, though not without the caution- the slowness of alert systems.

Sensory data extrapolating a layout by the tick, plausible exits and entrances arranged upon CPU through visor, like clockwork.

"Looks reeeeal maintained. How?" Suspicion seeps by indifference. A tilt of the neck and she's facing upward, studying incremental detail and fine-polished metals which make up their overhang.

"..maybe worker's have been visiting?"

"Doubt it. This place is in the middle of nowhere. No worker's coming, let alone to clean of all things. It would of been scrubbed clean by now, not have so much stuff in it." Emphasis proceeds through a leg that strikes a steel box on it's side softly, sound reverberating; almost painful to hear compared to former silence.

Uzi is once again staring at coated metal and refined black, multitudes of questions laying dormant- yet where would I get the answers? Before the gaze travels downward.

A hint of apprehension when her optics register.

"Found a way forward, guys."

"Finally." "Oh! Good work, Uzi."

Footfall makes it's way down silver-lined halls- barring a level of resistance in the structure despite it's years, considered admirable.

For a wall, that is.

"This place looks advanced. We sure none of us didn't stumble into a secret science project?"

"Wouldn't put it past humans.."

"Come on now, it can't be that bad, right?"

"Oh, to live in your mind.."

"Hey! he's just being optimistic."

"Optimistic 'til shutdown, right?"

"Ugh, do you ever shut up?" Anger coils around digits, constricting openness to fists.

"Only if I have to."

"Urgh!- whatever! We need to go, so shut it and follow me. Can you do that?"

"Y-" [Sigh.] "Fine."

Silence permeates space, forceful tension infiltrating effector processors- No doubt due to her.

..

The sound of boots hitting steel is what Uzi decides to focus on.

The way sound waves impact then register, the way fabric twists and adjusts with each micro-movement, the way she doesn't have to pay attention to her almost-tangible thoughts.

It helps, it really helps. Though, she wouldn't usually just say that.

What's gotten into me?

Though- as much as she'd like to focus on that thought, the wall something-meters ahead is giving 50 different warnings that she really can't be bothered to read right now.

All because I hit a tree last time? Seriously?

So, purple regrettably turns left.

Ugh.

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PART 2 - FINISHED

AFTER NOTES:

next chapter is gonna be the main meat of interaction (because they’re gonna meet mg)

accidentally posted this but i kinda wrote myself into a corner at the end so it’s fine and i can continue like nothing happened next part