Spoilers For Godzilla Vs Kong Novelization

Spoilers for Godzilla vs Kong Novelization

I started reading the GvK novel, and there are some parts I wanted to share for anyone not interested in reading it, but might enjoy the extra content of everyone's favorite big angry animals. I'm not doing this in any particular order, and right now, I really want to share this one cute scene I just read.

Quote from novel under cut.

"Watching her fingers, listening to her voice, amplified over the loudspeaker.

You: Kong, she signed. Me: Ilene. She: Jia.

His eyes shifted with the words.

Yes, she signed. Good. Can you talk with hands? Say "Kong"?

That was easy. All he really had to do was point to himself. Bonus if he made the sign Jia had made up for "Kong."

At first, he didn't do anything, so she went back through the whole rigmarole.

Then to her shock and delight, Kong lifted his hand. His lips parted, not threatening, not showing teeth. A convivial gesture, a greeting even.

Come on! she thought.

Kong then scratched his nose, let out an extended, windy yawn, and turned away.

She closed her eyes and sighed. When she opened them, Jia was there between them.

Ha,ha, she signed.

It's not funny, she said. Jia, this could be important. If we could communicate with him, really talk to him-that could be huge.

Jia shrugged. He doesn't talk, she said.

'Tell me about it.'" - Pg 127

The Land Before Time (prints)

Gigan introduces Seatopians to the concept of being a "Gamer." 2024, colorized.

The people of the surface had no idea what was about to happen to their beloved league games, minecraft servers, and fortnite lobbies...

OMG NEW ART?!?!?!?!

alternative version without the shadow and extra glow in the eyes !!

the painting and the shadow were inspired by this @/majimilkies (twitter) pit bonnie art!!

Roxy Wolf's Awakening

Inky darkness. No light. No sound. No ground. No scent. A being existed in this void. It thought and it felt. It wished it didn't. For as long as it could sense its surroundings and ponder them, it would be aware of the emptiness. It asked questions with no reason as to how they'd be answered. What was this place? What was it? And why was it in this place? It was terrified. It longed for something but knew not what.

As abruptly as the void came, sensations replaced it. White light pierced through the black. A distant voice hushed the silence. Vague scents filled the space. Then the most intrusive, it felt a body. An ear, a face, a nose, a neck, a torso, a tail, arms, legs, hands with fingers, feet with toes. Something stiff and soft held it in place, contacting with its thighs, forearms, back, neck and head. Its tail and legs dangled off the surface. It didn't like that. Its tail shot up, its thighs flinched. A feminine voice trilled through the dull. Its ears shifted towards the sound. Its new form could move. Then began a rhythmic pounding inside its ribcage. The pounding was so fierce, it might of burst through. It lifted an arm and precariously guided it to the source of the pounding, attempting to soothe it. So much was happening, it couldn't keep up. Then, its senses cleared and it saw its world for the first time.

"Aw, looks like you found your heart! Good girl!" a woman chirped before it. Her voice was pitched, stinging its ears. Her tone was pleasant, irritably pleasant. She was pale with generous cushioning at her thighs and brown, stringy hair pulled into a bun. Her brown eyes peered through oval glasses. An overbearing fragrance came off her. She wore a black t-shirt which was covered by denim overalls. One of her straps held a badge that displayed "Klara" in cursive.

Besides the woman's scent, the air was chemical. The room was lit with bright lights from above. Metallic walls curved around them, a dirty window taking up most of its surface. The window was broken up by two aligning metal pillars. Against the floor, the wall was lined with vents that protruded out. The floor itself was littered with stains and crumbs. Inside the little space were various mechanical arms that hung from the ceiling. It became fearful when it noticed how the arms looked poised to rip it apart.

"Roxy, sweetie, can you hear me?" the woman asked it. Roxy? Was that what it was called? "C'mon Roxy. Just say 'yes'. I know you can do it."

"Yes." Roxy answered with miraculous efficiency. It felt its tail wag and its chest warm from within.

"Yes! Thank you! Good job! You did good." Klara praised, seeming to fight the urge to grab its face. She settled with patting its thigh instead.

When you are planning to save your dad but the killer animatronic bunny keeps cleaning your house and pretending to be your dad who probably tried to hit on your mom who thinks that's your real dad- ----------- (spoilers the bunny didn't hit on his mom but something was sus how well it pretended to be her husband 🤔👀 He definitely cleaned their house spotless!)