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Leonzilla AU

Finally did a proper picture with Chris Kong and Rodan Claire!

Claire and Chris got contaminated with Rodan and Kong DNA cells while trying to investigate a Bio-Weapons lab that had ties to the same one that caused Leon's current problem, and ironically they get infected pretty much the same way.

Leon at this point has control over his mutation, but Chris and Claire don't, and they have to spend the next month camping outside the base until they do. It's too dangerous for them to stay inside a building while they have no control over their transformations and ripping apart a tent is better than demolishing an entire building. (This is something they learned quite quickly with Leon's predicament)

((Claire LOVES flying. She spends most of her time getting a feel for it, zipping around and playfully dive bombing a terrified Leon and Chris for practice.))

((During this time, Leon visits Chris and Claire often, transforming on purpose so he can safely chill out with them. While he thinks it's an act of solidarity, instinctually he's doing this as a form of Kaiju pack bonding.))

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soooooo my friend is writing a Chreon fic on Ao3 and its absolutely amazing.... so I had to draw a little something for the first chapter !!

And then a closeup from the next panel because i just. I love drawing his face... Text will go in the bubbles later.

(I THINK Luis still isn't gonna, like, even let himself hope until he hears Leon RESPONDING to Grace? Because initially it just sounds, well, like someone who knows Leon has just discovered his body)

Poor man is just thousand-yard-staring right through the phone :')

(Child I'm escorting off-site): Seemed like you'd give me less shit

Me: I mean. You haven't really done much worth giving you shit over, honestly.

Kid: So what about this? [pulls a bottle of fireball out of their cargo pocket]

Me: Jesus Christ

Me: Where did you get that?

Kid: [shrugs, puts it back in their jorts]

Me: ...

Me: I heard that stuff tastes like shit

it’s been 9 years since i wrote this. i was experiencing 24/7 anxiety so badly that i needed serious medication. these days in the back of my car is an “emergency party box.” when people admit they no longer really celebrate their birthday; i tell them to put the sash on and queue up kesha, we’re going bowling or something. these days i can’t spin around without finding something i am enamored with. these days i list 3 things i’m grateful for before i fall asleep. you’re probably one of them, just by virtue of you existing.

at the time i wrote this, i was suffering through a severe panic attack literally every night. i tortured my brother with constant 2 AM calls just to hear someone else breathing, because i couldn’t be alone in the silence.

i rarely wish i was still 23 even though ironically i had more hope back then. what i can tell you is this: i love the same way, but bigger now. i’ve worn the velvet cape to several business meetings. i spent thursday in a crop top without caring what my stomach looked like.

i told her i like her; i often dress as a witch. i still got glass in my foot this morning. i’ve kissed maybe a thousand people since then and met a million more than that; passing like the shadow of a hammerhead in trains and planes and buses.

i saw you, beloved, there, maybe, on platform in south station. you didn’t speak, but you said: i struggle to give the nothing meaning. the nothing fills up everything. it is just loud and yellowed panicked silence. i can’t stop shaking.

on the roof, birds curl together against the chilled spring wind. the sky outside of the craft store was an iridescent pink. the nothing already had meaning; you are giving it meaning by witnessing.