The Crossover We Need

perspective ooooh so scary

lb td moveset I did a literal year ago on free draw

haven't drawn anything for a bit, take this lazy art as an apology

unrelated but it genuinely pisses me off when I'm playing/watching something and they do some shit like "oh but fear, anger and stress are bad" bitch no they aren't its a literal defensive mechanism for SURVIVAL. have you read up on basic biology?? nobody gives a shit about ur nonsense when negative emotions stemmed from the brain INTENTIONALLY as a survival mechanism. imagine if you just had happy thoughts. you look at a tiger and go "oh, its a tiger. I should probably run!" with the most joyful and relaxed disposition. fight or flight wouldn't even exist, would you even be ABLE to run then?

this applies to general biology too. I mostly theorise about realistic ways for stuff in games to happen. like magic, incenses, dream eating, anything thats grounded enough like that, I usually theorise.

anyway, im not a biologist so correct me if im wrong about some stuff

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.

Who will know?

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Darkness chants from above, heads of light come down upon me; bursting agony reigns in flesh- and I feel it.

A noose of survival hangs from sky, and so I follow.

"ROOAAR!"

boiling substance writhes beneath dorsals; waiting- watching them, and I feel sorry. So, so sorry.

My figure curves downward, thighs buckling as posture accommodates.

Ungodly light pulsates inward- it harnesses me. Energy swells along my spine.

Teeth clatter as one jaw splits into 2.

If i die

Phantom scorching rises up my throat as it travels, purple light turns to black-

In this world

I'm vomiting- gurgling up this substance that I dont know; I can't breathe, I can't move I can't I can't I can't-

Who will know

It billows out my mouth, vapor pouring from every tear it can possibly find.

Something of me

A hint of a spark claws at the back of my throat; the blackness flows more intensive now, covering everything below me. Good.

I am lost

I can't see?- Something just covered my eyes. Maybe it's the blackness?..no. It's too thick, even for that. Too..organic. too..moving.

No one knows

I hear a soft [click] in my jaw.

There's no trace

Unyielding heat escapes me, flesh rendered dead as pure pain guzzles out my jaw like air.

Of my yearning

Grey is replaced by yellow- then orange, then nothing. Gone, reduced to marks below.

If I die

Heat softens into a line-

But I must

Hallowed light beams from my already healed jaw.

In this world

My head tides upward, the sky is almost comfort in face of..me.

Carry on

The purple streak glides across black with my vision, before it hurdles the tiniest flash of orange.

Who will know

My neck wrings down once again, jaw closing in what feels like relief.

Nothing worse

A leg stomps into the ground, as the very tremor of my back turns to light- just like my mouth.

Something of me

Utter shame echoes from my hind, stray lines connecting with something up there.

Can befall

It stops. And maybe I think it's over. But it never is.

I am lost

My maw opens again- renewed vigor in it's cause. Why?

All my tears

The small ones structures tumble and collapse infront of me, cracks of orange appearing across them as my light crosses their path.

No one knows

My head lulls upward, and my light slides across the air.

All my fears

The small ones many structures go before me, even far out of my sight.

There's no trace

The strength of heat fills my vision once more, as all of their creations bleed orange. Because of me.

Tell my heart

My light is gone- replaced by the searing heat again. My throat aches, but not as bad as before.

Of my yearning

Destruction stops, as my mouth fills with air. Finality is what I could call this. Or maybe self-pity.

there's a hole

I walk from my own mistakes. Everything feels so..tiring now. So..so tiring..

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Finally finished this. I know this is poorly written, I know its way too long after I published the poll, and I know its dissapointingly short. Sorry, ig. Be excited for md x mg part..4 or something? forgot, anyway yeah be excited for that I suppose (idk don't get ur hopes that high up)

uttm practice

your time is limited

The multiverse thinks fanon versions are canon. So they're in for a huge surprise when Killer isn't a hyperactive dumbass and Horror isn't a giant, mellow bear.

condemnation sans cuz he looks like lb

condemnation sans by @condemnationau as far as I know

retrospect from the enigma

partially requested by @the-selfinsert , it doesn't exactly look eerie, though i have a staticless version that does, just ask for it in the comments of this and I'll edit this post to have it in aswell