


Thermal vision
I loved when Godzilla was shown to have it in Dominion, so I had to do a lil something with it lol



I loved when Godzilla was shown to have it in Dominion, so I had to do a lil something with it lol
This scene crushes me inside, but it's so good for it. Mothra having no fear when it comes to protecting Godzilla is perfect, she knows she'll be reborn good as new. Godzilla openly mourns for her regardless, showing how he does care for her just as she does for him
Don't get me wrong, I know Godzilla didn't do this like he did to Ghidorah in Boston because gvk wouldn't happen if he did, but the knowledge that he *could* have done this and not only would've not had to fight Kong really but also Mecha G wouldn't get the hollow earth energy at least not nearly as easily is just really funny to me
Godzilla threw the axe like a pro, especially for pulling it out of his leg
"She was one of the parasites that had hunted his kind. Yet, she had done him no wrong. The sins of her kin were not her own, and she did not deserve this. He would not allow it to continue."
Titan traffickers trying to gas her so they can harvest tissue from her and Godzilla shows up after she calls for help. He may not like her much, but she's done nothing to earn this cruelty
I love how imposing the female jinshin is, and how she mimics the radio as she stands up fully next to the tracks. It's genuinely haunting
(Forgive my lack of experience drawing in thermal vision lol)
Got inspired by a friend to draw Godzilla using his thermal vision to hunt Kong in hong kong. Definitely would've been fun to see
Ghidorah's arrival on Earth. A golden fireball that pierced the heavens and brought chaos in its wake. And, from it, the shrill roar of the false king.
I just love how massive they both feel here and how insignificant the osprey is in comparison. Godzilla is brutal on him lol
Been trying to practice motion recently and really like this one :D
(Maybe could've been a cool tactic against Kong to remove jumping and climbing opportunities?)
The buildup is perfect, the payoff brutal and satisfying, the final culmination of unity between man and monster through Godzilla being so powerful that Ghidorah is incinerated with ease, just all around amazing
Finally have an explanation as to the delays on it!
Totally an ancient mural depicting Gojira intraspecies interaction
This is a truly top tier fight. It's short, but more than makes up for it in the raw brutality of it
This is based on the mini story I did about him reacting to an oil spill accident :)
I just love this scene, how he sees people but pays them no mind as he goes about getting up after being disturbed, the sheer scale of him, the nice lil wakeup roar, just all around great
Something prickled at the edge of his senses. Something all too familiar. Godzilla awakened.
Somewhere, far off in the distance, he was needed. Calls of distress, little lives vanishing one after another. Balance had been disrupted, and he would correct it.
A low groan echoed through the vast waters as he rose from his rest and pushed off the sea floor. Godzilla focused his senses, and followed the calls.
A tragedy greeted him as he neared where balance needed to be restored. Swimmers floating lifeless, coated in a deep black substance. It tainted the once-pure water.
Godzilla was enraged. These little creatures did not deserve such wasteful deaths. He would avenge them, and ensure this pestilence did not continue to spread.
It did not take long for him to find the cause as he dived deeper. The black substance grated on him, seeping into his eyes and gills. It was no wonder the swimmers perished to this foul poison.
A hole broken into the sea floor, bleeding like the wound in the planet it was. Remains of a structure built by the tiny ones lay around it. Godzilla was further enraged. They were careless once again.
He snarled, and turned toward rock formations that remained nearby, surviving whatever had caused this tragedy.
Godzilla rammed the rock, and wasted little time before grabbing the broken boulders. Slowly, he covered the gaping wound in his territory.
The flow of poison began to cease, and with one final goal, he called on his fire to finish the job. Bright, vibrant blue consumed the water around him, and Godzilla breathed his rage into the rock.
In a moment, it had melted, and his fire returned to dormancy. The poison no longer seeped out, the wound patched.
Around him, the black poison began to fade as the remaining substance rose toward the surface. And with it, so did he.
Finally, he saw tiny ones at the surface, using their creations. Their metal creatures passed over the poison, and in their path, the water began to clear.
They were attempting to fix their mistake. And for that, Godzilla would not truly punish them. They could do what he could not.
However, they must be reminded of their place. That their actions would not be forgiven forever, if they did not learn from their wrongs.
And so, he surfaced, roared his anger in warning, reminding the tiny ones that he was King.
Their song twisted in fear, and he could hear their distant cries. It was necessary, however.
He did not attack.
With his warning made clear, Godzilla dived back below. Perhaps they would learn, perhaps not. He had done his part, the rest was their responsibility to correct.
The calls of distress of the swimmers had faded, the ones responsible having either died to the poison or fled to safety. Balance had begun to return, not truly yet, but with one last glance back to the tiny ones working, he knew it would soon be peaceful again.
Godzilla slowly left the tragedy. Silently mourning for the swimmers he passed by. He could not save them, but their deaths had not been in vain.
With that, he returned to the quiet depths of home. Tired, pained, but knowing his job was done.
Such was the life of the King.
Something prickled at the edge of his senses. Something all too familiar. Godzilla awakened.
Somewhere, far off in the distance, he was needed. Calls of distress, little lives vanishing one after another. Balance had been disrupted, and he would correct it.
A low groan echoed through the vast waters as he rose from his rest and pushed off the sea floor. Godzilla focused his senses, and followed the calls.
A tragedy greeted him as he neared where balance needed to be restored. Swimmers floating lifeless, coated in a deep black substance. It tainted the once-pure water.
Godzilla was enraged. These little creatures did not deserve such wasteful deaths. He would avenge them, and ensure this pestilence did not continue to spread.
It did not take long for him to find the cause as he dived deeper. The black substance grated on him, seeping into his eyes and gills. It was no wonder the swimmers perished to this foul poison.
A hole broken into the sea floor, bleeding like the wound in the planet it was. Remains of a structure built by the tiny ones lay around it. Godzilla was further enraged. They were careless once again.
He snarled, and turned toward rock formations that remained nearby, surviving whatever had caused this tragedy.
Godzilla rammed the rock, and wasted little time before grabbing the broken boulders. Slowly, he covered the gaping wound in his territory.
The flow of poison began to cease, and with one final goal, he called on his fire to finish the job. Bright, vibrant blue consumed the water around him, and Godzilla breathed his rage into the rock.
In a moment, it had melted, and his fire returned to dormancy. The poison no longer seeped out, the wound patched.
Around him, the black poison began to fade as the remaining substance rose toward the surface. And with it, so did he.
Finally, he saw tiny ones at the surface, using their creations. Their metal creatures passed over the poison, and in their path, the water began to clear.
They were attempting to fix their mistake. And for that, Godzilla would not truly punish them. They could do what he could not.
However, they must be reminded of their place. That their actions would not be forgiven forever, if they did not learn from their wrongs.
And so, he surfaced, roared his anger in warning, reminding the tiny ones that he was King.
Their song twisted in fear, and he could hear their distant cries. It was necessary, however.
He did not attack.
With his warning made clear, Godzilla dived back below. Perhaps they would learn, perhaps not. He had done his part, the rest was their responsibility to correct.
The calls of distress of the swimmers had faded, the ones responsible having either died to the poison or fled to safety. Balance had begun to return, not truly yet, but with one last glance back to the tiny ones working, he knew it would soon be peaceful again.
Godzilla slowly left the tragedy. Silently mourning for the swimmers he passed by. He could not save them, but their deaths had not been in vain.
With that, he returned to the quiet depths of home. Tired, pained, but knowing his job was done.
Such was the life of the King.
Just love this type of shot for him, it's SO cool