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I have moved all of my Titan muses! Godzilla, Ghidorah, Mothra, Rodan, and Kong will all be over at thefirstgods from now on, with some newcomers as well, for conveniences sake! I’ll be keeping all of their old blogs in case I ever want to return to having them as solo muse blogs again, but for now that’s where you can find my Titans!
Mini Mothra!
Do you know of a creature named Battra? He’s basically the anti you.
Translation notes: Titanus Mothra is normally quite calm. Mention of Titanus Battra caused her to show signs of agitation.
Battra. Yes, Battra is a familiar creature; a being of dark purity, my dark reflection… I might be a warrior, but he is something more than that. He is certainly my opposite in every respect, as you say.
let them fight.
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I watched the new trailer and got really excited about mothra and her new stabby legs
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Queen of the monsters.
Winter Bird
He flinches and freezes for a second frantically looking around for a way out, but upon recognizing the wings, he only eases slightly. He’s not used to…whatever this was, and so he’s on alert. It’s unlike her to do this since he knows that past experiences have caused her to distance herself away from him.
“So…What’s the occasion for this?” He hesitantly asks, unsure and wary.
“Hm?” She hums suddenly turning her head to him. “No reason. Maybe I just wanted to give you a hug…?” She also says this hesitantly, unsure of what he means.
she watches closely; while she trusts them not to fight, she is still concerned when the two of them each hesitate so heavily, uncertainty writ clear in their features, if not the auras that she senses around them- her blue light dims and pervades, attempting to be calming as they speak to one another.
no desire to see them fall apart again manifests in her; she wants this to go well, for them to become closer, and perhaps then they can help each other to move forward in their immortal lives, to move past their many pains regarding the betrayal of their friend- something she remembers well from when she had been there for Dana, if not Donovan.
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She’s awkwardly inching towards Donovan, with a silent uncertainty. She can see he’s having coffee, so she’s gonna have to time it perfectly, lest she suffers the consequences of hot coffee scorching her feathers. The last thing she wanted right now is to have another traumatic memory implemented within her head. She already lost her eye and she’d rather not lose her feathers next.
Seeing him setting down his coffee, that’s where she seizes the opportunity. Quietly unfurling her wings she gently wraps one around Donovan, making sure her movements are not so sudden, making sure that the end result is a soft hug.
she sits with a watchful eye, glad to see the two of them are at least at ease in each other’s presence, now, at the very least, with Donovan drinking one of the humans’ bitter bean-drinks (coffee, did they call it?) and Dana headed his way, slowly but surely; she wonders to what goal, until she sees her unfurl her wings and then wrap one equally slowly as she walked around Donovan’s shoulders.
it’s touching, the sight, and her own wings give a gentle flutter, moving up and down as they glow softly, brightening slightly with how glad she is to see the good outcome of her urging Dana to forgive Donovan; after all, he is the only other person to have experienced one of the greatest betrayals of her life, and though they might not share all life experience, they are each powerful and scarred.
she thinks they need each other’s friendship in their lives.
she crawls out of the remains of the egg sac, the water crashing down before her and spraying her in a mist; she ripples her form to shake off the last of the fluid that coated her in her chrysalis, her metamorphosis, and then stretches her wings open for the first time- wide and a hypnotic blue, they alight her forward as she shifts her legs and takes steps forward on the bent limbs.
the glow of her form illuminates the environment as she emerges through the waterfall and chirps with glad feeling before peering around; she knows where she went to sleep, but that was before, and this is now- she must ensure that she’s safe upon this moment of birth, or else she must flee with haste until she is prepared to fight.
when no danger presents itself, she relaxes; no need to fight- so she will remain.
Hiatus for Mothra!
((so we know that Mothra is at least somewhat present in the anime universe, but seeing as we have no real visual inclinations of her look, for the time being any anime version of Mothra on this blog is going to be purely headcanon based, and also based somewhat on the ideas surrounding the aesthetics of the other kaiju in the trilogy, namely being exceptionally massive, having a lot of frills, and almost pulsing with energy either constantly or at specific moments, as each design has so far consisted of.
therefore, the anime Mothra on this blog, headcanon based, until we get a canon indication of her appearance, is going to be a mixture of Rainbow Mothra design, GMK/Tokyo SOS Mothra designs, and Armor Mothra designs, with a touch of Legendary/MonsterVerse Mothra; she has armor along her entire body, and lining the outsides of her wings, but is exceptionally feathery, with a lot of fuzz on her that glows in the dark; additionally, her color scheme is rainbow, she is bioluminescent, and gives off a constant harsh glow from the major veins in her wings and from her eyes and antennae. her wingspan is roughly eight hundred feet, and she is around five hundred to six hundred feet long given her stage of growth.
her abilities range from generating (refracting?) concentrated blasts of energy to generating ‘god-rays’/solar flares which are essentially blinding lights bright and energetic enough to scorch (read: cleanse from Godzilla’s progeny) the Earth, as well as generating hurricane force winds, and throwing off her scales/shards of her armor into a storm to refract energy and incapacitate/poison her enemies (this is the dust that she allows the Houtou to use to coat their skin, and which has become a part of them as well in the same vein, which protects them and helps them to better survive Godzilla Earth’s world.) She also has psychic abilities, as seen in her assisting the Houtou via psychic impulses and amplification when they are shown communing with her a few times.))
Slowly she sits down, crossing her legs in a lap, just a little closer. A little bit of what could be known as a small heavyweight bought of concerned anxiety when she hears that they are fine. It made sense since caterpillers often morph into butterflies. Was she a butterfly? It was hard to tell, since even in the dark with the kind of eyes she has now.
Monstrous and fucked up, reminding her of her nature, gentle yet warlike when angered.
It gets even worse, just for a moment when the blue light from before glowed again, and it’s too much for her sensitive eyes to see. She quietly squints and shies away only for a few minutes, until the light dims down.
It takes time to adjust but when she does, she answers, “It’s probably because I can’t see well with these eyes of mine, I forgot to bring special glasses to help me see. So everything’s a little blurry and sensitive right now.”
She scoots a little further, continuing her slow movements, “I’m just not sure if sudden movements are ok with you. given that you’re changing now right? Wouldn’t want anything popping out or in the wrong direction.”
She pauses for a moment. That may not be the case, but anything can go in any situation. Guess its a perk for being kind. Being alert yet being calm.
she considers for a moment the kind thought that the other communicates between their minds, and then sends the mental equivalent of a smile across to the small one, hoping to communicate it effectively as to give some positivity to the situation and defuse any lasting tension between the two of them from the shock of her appearance- sudden movements are okay; no need to fear, my form will not harm itself unless i come under great attack from another of similarity to my kind.
her infant wings flutter faintly at her sides, reminding her that there is, however, in fact, a faint problem occurring in the process of her rebirth into her imago form- and she wonders if it might have something to do with this little one before her, not in any critical way, but in that she has been called forth for a purpose from her cocoon before completion of her transformation.
purpose, after all, is omnipresent, and she has more than once experienced, across her many lifetimes, that purpose can get in the way of the normal way of things, can cause a cycle to change in ways that can turn out to be beautiful or macabre, or even both- i awoke from my transformation early; i am between my larval stage and my imago form, which is why you’ll see small wings on my sides and small legs underneath me.
she rears up faintly to show the small legs at the forefront of her being, and she glows faintly with an embarrassed aura at her appearance- i don’t know why i awakened early, like this; i am wondering if there was a distinct purpose for it.
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