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snail-noodle · 6 hours

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I read your Ghidorah x reader, its very good!!! and I'm curious what happened to reader and Ghidorah? (is Godzilla finally back? or stay in the sea?)

i hope this answers your question ;)

(also i’m totally ignoring godzilla going nuclear in his final battle against ghidorah because reader would have also been burnt to a crisp and we can’t have that lmao)

previous installments of this series can be found here: part I | part II

tag list: @sunflowerzyk @xxwispsstuff

downpour (king ghidorah x gender neutral!reader, godzilla: king of the monsters)

You should move.

You know you should move. The creatures drawn to the city had dispersed hours ago, Godzilla sinking beneath the waves with a last mighty roar, and soon enough people would descend upon the city to take stock of the damage and begin the arduous task of rebuilding in the wake of Ghidorah’s destruction.

You shouldn’t stay here.

And yet your body refuses to move.

You’re exhausted, your scavenged clothes stained with dust and dirt and your legs aching from your mad dash out of the inner city. There’s a cut on your cheek that itches every time you move your mouth, your stomach rumbling for a meal after all of the energy you’d exerted just to make your way here, and yet every time you make to stand, your body freezes.

Ghidorah is dead.

You try to say the words aloud and they trip on your tongue, ashen against the back of your dry throat.

You had watched his battle with Godzilla, felt the rumble of their steps in the soles of your shoes and the tremble of their shrieks in your spine.

You had watched Ghidorah fall.

You stare unblinking at the cracked street in front of you. This quiet suburb on the outskirts of the city had escaped the worst of the carnage, but the silence of its streets felt worse for it, somehow, after weeks spent stumbling over debris in the midst of Ghidorah’s storm.

The dark sky was clear now. The storm had ceased.

Because Ghidorah was dead.

Your eyes grow tight at the thought. You dash at them with the back of a dirty hand and scold yourself for caring. What were you so torn up over? Ghidorah was a monster who had taken you captive and destroyed countless lives. You should be happy to be free of him.

So then why weren’t you moving?

You could finally leave, could finally get out of this goddamn city and back to whatever semblance of a life awaited you, and yet your feet trembled whenever you attempted to push yourself off of the stoop you’d collapsed against after watching Ghidorah fall to Godzilla.

You didn’t want to leave, you realized with growing horror. If you left then that meant it was over, and what did that mean for you? What did those last chaotic weeks of your life - following Ghidorah through a storm-torn city, feeling the weight of those amber eyes on your back and the touch of electricity in the air whenever the dragon was near - mean for you?

What were you supposed to do now?

You press trembling palms to your cheeks and fail to be surprised at the wetness you find there. Casting your gaze beyond the limits of your stoop for the first time since Ghidorah had disappeared beneath Godzilla’s bulk, you take stock of yourself and the world around you.

All is still, for the most part. The monsters have gone, the humans not yet returned. You have time, but you need to move now.

And so you do, forcing your palms against the steps of the stoop and pushing yourself into a standing position. You sway for a moment, mounting adrenaline and your previous inactivity combining to make you feel light-headed, but you grip the straps of your pilfered backpack and force your feet forward, sneakers thudding dully against cracked asphalt.

If Ghidorah were truly dead, if he had fallen to Godzilla and lay still and cold within the ruin of the city, then you would move on. You would live. You would mourn.

But you would see him first.

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Knowing what sight might await you once you fought your way back into the heart of the city does little to prepare you for the reality of it.

Ghidorah’s body lay sprawled among crumpled buildings and debris, his golden scales muted with layers of dust and ash. You hold your breath as you approach him, straining your ears for any sign of life - a breath, a twitch of muscle, a flare of static along your nerves, but there’s nothing.

Nothing but the muted thump of your sneakers and the creaking of Ghidorah’s leathery wings in the wind, folded limply over his body.

Your throat aches as you approach his heads, each breath tinged with stale, acrid air and far too loud for your liking.

A flinch rockets through your body as you come upon his trio of necks and realize in horrified surprise that the right head has been severed, the stump coated in congealing blood and viscera. Bile rises in your throat, thick and acidic, and you force your eyes away from the horrible sight before your body can find the strength to expel what little contents remain within it.

The middle head lies intact, maw frozen in a fearsome roar and amber eyes locked on an opponent they can no longer see. You stand in its sights and feel the tremble of your pulse as you wait for the light to return to its empty gaze, for a flash of recognition to steal across those fierce amber orbs, for anything except the dull lifelessness that greets you, turning your once tentative hope to cold, sharp dread.

You should be happy, you tell yourself as you approach the dragon. Ghidorah is dead. You’re free.

You don’t want to be free.

The realization lands heavy on your shoulders, spine bowing beneath the weight until you find your knees cracking painfully against concrete, your dirty palms gripping Ghidorah’s scales like a lifeline.

They’re cool to the touch, and tears slip down your cheeks as you press your brow against them and suck in wet breath after wet breath, eyes unseeing upon the concrete below you.

“What do I do?” you croak into the silence, your knees stinging as the debris caught beneath your skin and the asphalt pushes against your flesh. You had spent your time with Ghidorah concerned with nothing but putting one foot in front of the other, avoiding the rumble of the titans’ footsteps and sheltering beneath the span of Ghidorah’s wings. To contemplate a life afterward felt like an impossible task.

You hate Ghidorah in that moment, a hopeless rage filling your chest and your fingers clenching into fists against his scales. Why did he have to find you all those weeks ago? Why did he have to bid you follow him? Why had you done it?

Why did his death hurt so fucking much?

Your breath hitches as a sob wracks your body, your wrath draining into the crumpled asphalt below and cheeks flushed and wet.

“I would have followed you anywhere,” you admit, the confession ringing hollowly through your chest. False King or not, you would have gone wherever Ghidorah thought to lead you. You press your lips to his scales and wish that you could say more, do more, be more. Godzilla had fought with the might of Mothra and Monarch at his side. What were you, here, now, but a lone, lost human?

Ghidorah’s scales feel warm beneath your lips somehow, heated, no doubt, by your own fevered breath. You hide your face against his cheek and contemplate how the Monarch soldiers might react upon finding a human hunched, tear-stricken, in the shadow of the great, dead Monster Zero, and swallow back the hysterical laughter that bubbles in your throat at the thought.

It’s then that you feel it - slowly at first, but growing steadily until the top of your bent head is wet with it, your shoulders damp, clothes beginning to cling to your skin.

Rain.

You lift your head, a cautious hope sparking to life in the pit of your stomach, and gasp at the sight of amber orbs, brilliant, bright, and focused on you.

“Ghidorah - “ His name trembles on your tongue. Beneath your palms, warmth blooms across his scales, slow, faint, but there.

A sickening squelch echoes through the silence at your back, and with a twist of your head you watch in horrified fascination as the headless neck twitches and jerks against the ground, the viscera at its stump undulating until a golden jaw pushes its way through, ripped flesh and bone joining back together to create a new head, perfectly formed and growling as it gasps in mouthfuls of the acrid air.

Ghidorah’s great body shifts, wings stretching, tails lashing weakly against the ground. You hold on to his scales as he seems to take stock of his injuries, your heartbeat a rapid drumbeat in your ears.

He’s alive, you think in muted shock.

Ghidorah is alive.

Your body crumples beneath the weight of that truth, slumping against Ghidorah’s cheek with a wet, strangled cry. The middle head pushes against your body, not enough to dislodge you, but to offer… what? Assurance? Comfort? Your breath lodges in your throat at the thought, fingertips digging into his scales and body thrumming as he unleashes a throaty growl in response. You hear the rumble of the other heads lifting and feel their hot breath upon your shoulders, your bent head, your spine, and when you raise your chin, it’s to the sight of twin pairs of amber eyes boring into you, ash and dust cleaving from ivory teeth and golden scales.

You don’t know what happens next, where Ghidorah might go, if Godzilla or Monarch would follow.

But you do know this - Ghidorah would not go alone.

#THERE'S A THIRD PART #LETS GOOO

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snail-noodle · 8 hours

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wth is happening over there

original

#cookie run #the girls are fighting!!!

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snail-noodle · 8 hours

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You know what could be a way to make beserk dark cacao relevant again?

Have gingerbrave and the others bring him along for when they go up against mystic flour cookie.

Like, with all of the beasts now free after them going up against shadow milk (i think? Idk, i havent played the beast yeast episodes in a while), they could call one of the other ancients for help.

When they actually MEET mystic flour, mystic could possibly try to break the group up or get rid of them by making cacao go beserk and have him go after them

They could be like:

"It's safe to assume that you all are wonderful friends, am I correct?"

"Well, I can sense darkness from within one of you, and it feels as if it's been there for quite a while."

"And friends don't hide things from other friends, now do they? That would be quite a shame."

"Why don't you discuss this with them?"

Then just turn to cacao and he just denies it, pretending that he doesn't know what they mean

"I'd be glad to give you a little... push. A friendly reminder, since clearly, you have forgotten."

And then mystic flour does something, and then boom

Cacao goes beserk.

VERY high chance it won't happen, since devsis likes to pretend as if that form doesn't exist, but hey

Let me dream 😔

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snail-noodle · 1 day

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I LOVE STORMBRINGER COOKIE

I'm sick of the haters

Real

#cookie run kingdom #stormbringer cookie

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snail-noodle · 1 day

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Hold up

Do You know Spanish?

Yeah!!

I have trouble writing in spanish but I understand it XD

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snail-noodle · 1 day

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#💀💀💀

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snail-noodle · 1 day

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found time to doodle, ill do more later if i have time.

hehe i saw their eye leak and i love blank stare characters with black eyes.

#YOU'RE AMAZING OP???#they look so menacing 💖#mystic flour cookie

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snail-noodle · 1 day

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Stormbringer Cookie

#💖✨️💖#ugh i loveee her design!!#can't wait for her costume 🥺

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snail-noodle · 2 days

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So I saw some stuff floating around with the new developer commentary, which seems to be Korean only (hopefully it gets translated and put on the English channel, because I have trouble with YouTube subtitles), specifically about our next Beast, which leaks have said is Mystic Flour

(I stole these from @snail-noodle)

So Mystic Flour has their own angst that presumably ended up turning them to the dark side

So I just want to give my personal little theory before we get the update, and this is mostly based on them paralleling Dark Cacao

This being that Mystic Flour had a child of their own, but they ended up dying and presumably Mystic Flour wasn’t able to save them, and this ended up changing Mystic Flour into the Beast well end up meeting

A lot of Dark Cacao’s story revolves around his relationship with his son, so having Mystic Flour also have drama dealing with their kid would be an easy parallel between them

And also, if Dark Cacao is the one facing off against Mystic Flour, I wonder if learning that could lead to him having a more grey opinion of Mystic Flour than Pure Vanilla’s opinion of Shadow Milk, since he does seem more sympathetic to people who have struggled in a similar way to him. I think that’d just be interesting

And also, if Dark Choco is also involved in this story, then perhaps it could lead to more evolution of his and Dark Cacao’s relationship, again after he learns about Mystic Flour’s situation and compares it to his own experiences. Or alternatively, Dark Choco’s in the story and Dark Cacao isn’t (instead it’s the Brave gang since they’re here), and Mystic Flour takes an interest in him specifically because of the fact that he’s the son of their Soul Jam’s current wielder and/or because they remind them of their own kid. Whether that’s for better or worse depends

I don’t know, I’m getting carried away, I just think this would be a cool thing to happen and I want it to (also parent/child angst is like my favorite trope)

#OH YOU'RE COOKING SOMETHING HERE #grrrr i hope dark choco shows up this time 😭 i know he's currently walking all over the world #but if he shows up?? i need that 😩💖💖

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snail-noodle · 2 days

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🗣 WE'RE GETTING THAT BEAST ANGST FELLAS

I am soooo ready for Mystic Flour Cookie 🤭💖 so glad they're the first one to come out!

I would have liked it to be shadow milk cookie but mystic flour cookie is pretty soooo no complaints here

Here's the link to the video!

youtube

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #mystic flour cookie #crk #crk beast yeast #the beasts #crk beasts #Youtube

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snail-noodle · 2 days

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Esto era algo que había dibujado hace tiempo, pero siento que debería publicarlo

#lo dibujas tan lindo!! 🥺💖✨️💖💖#shadow milk cookie

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snail-noodle · 3 days

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So what are ya'll personally predictions or things you want see when mystic flour release? Let me hear them even the ones you know wont happen.

Personally I hope we see her interact with Dark Cacao, further revealing his insecurities.

Also I want her to mention shadow milk (or any of beasts)cuz I really curious how she personally sees him. Does she hate him? Is she neutral toward him? Does she secretly have a soft spot for him? So many possibilities!

#hhhh huge chance she has a god complex?#i mean she has the power of apathy. thats gotta lead to a god complex... maybe?#dude if mystic flour turns out to be a guy 😭#that would be cool but imagine

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snail-noodle · 3 days

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my favorite thing about warrior cats designs is that everyone has their own little take on each character but graystripe is always this