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awright. favorite kaiju so far? :D

i love rodan he’s my boy and i would die for him <3

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still don’t know how to write kaiju but the dragon loving part of my brain went “ghidorah??? collects treasure??? yes, good” and now the kaiju fandom has to live with me and my bullshit for forever now

Tercero is… more than a easily distracted. In fact, he knows he gets distracted more often than not and he knows he shouldn’t. But there’s a strange contrast to it in that he’s the most observant of the three heads of “Ghidorah.”

So he notices when they start nesting, the three of them. They’ve nested before, but it’s been so long that even if the others don’t notice, he does. And Rodan certainly does, based on the way he nudges materials their way.

“Why are you letting us nest?” Tercero—because Rodan is fond of calling him that—asks one day.

Segundo’s eyes widen at the statement, Primero honestly doesn’t look all that surprised. Really, Segundo has never been the observant one, but that’s what Tercero was for.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Rodan returns. He doesn’t stop his lava bath to even look at them.

Tercero almost moves them into a shrug before he realizes that Rodan isn’t even watching them. “Dunno.”

Rodan chirrs happily, “There you have it then.”

Segundo huffs and turns away from them, leaning down to nudge a gem around with his snout.

“Are the crystals important to your nest?” Rodan asks them after another moment.

Primero moves to rest his head on top of Tercero’s. There was something to be said about the cool contentment that the other was willing to display in Rodan’s presence. “Yes,” he says simply.

Rodan nods listlessly. “Good to know,” Rodan murmurs, finally pulling himself out of the lava. The look he gives them tells them they need to step back.

They’re all well aware of Rodan’s “blast” range by now. They take a careful step back, though Segundo looks decidedly upset to be dragging away from the crystals scattered about. When Rodan is satisfied with their distance, he shakes his whole body and lava splatters about.

Segundo huffs and returns to his crystals the moment Rodan finishes. “You’re lucky you didn’t damage them,” Segundo says.

Rodan chirrs again, amused. “Maybe,” he says.

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i have been in the godzilla fandom for one day so i’m sorry for my bullshit

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Rodan is cute when he sleeps. His wings curl around his head in a mimicry of protection and leave only his closed eyes visible. His usually bright scales are still bright but they’re darker somehow. There’s no fire burning around him. He’s no longer an inferno, but a gentle blaze.

It should make Ghidorah think him weak, this fragility paired with trust. Afterall, Ghidorah knows what they are, despite everything. All three of them sit in agreement at their title of destroyer. Ghidorah has never denied what they are. Has never pretended anything else.

“Go to sleep,” Rodan almost chirps at him and suddenly it does not matter that Rodan is weak and that Ghidorah—that the first and the second and the third—is not.

“Scoot over,” Ghidorah’s left says.

Rodan obeys without question, pressing himself as close to the wall as possible and opening up room between the rock formations. There’s just enough room for Ghidorah to slip next to him, even if there’s more than a little discomfort.