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Watching Gargoyles with my family like:

This was funny

Most memorable

And

Gargoyles production art by Frank Paur.

I’ve seen a couple of comments to the effect that, in “Awakening”, Goliath was the one who was treating Demona badly. They’re basically saying something along the lines of he was going behind her back and messing around with another woman. And I feel like I have to address this, because it’s a huge mischaracterization.

Goliath was not in any way cheating when he befriended Elisa. First of all, as of the end of “Awakening”, he had known Elisa for all of two or three days. Goliath is not the type (nor has he ever been characterized as the type) to jump into bed with someone he’s just met. We have Word of God that he’d fallen in love with Elisa as of “Deadly Force”, but it took Puck literally switching their species in “The Mirror” for him to even consciously realize those feelings, much less act on them. Goliath, at the point of his breakup with Demona, did not see Elisa as anything more than a friend.

Secondly, we’ve seen Goliath interacting with plenty of female characters, both human and gargoyle, without there being any hint of anything sexual going on, Princess Katharine and his rookery sister Desdemona being notable examples. While he and Elisa had real chemistry, and she was definitely harboring an attraction to him, the important thing is that neither one of them ever acted on those feelings until well after he and Demona had broken up.

Listen, if you think that even so much as talking to someone of the opposite sex is grounds for suspicion of cheating, then please, get therapy. Similarly, taking issue with your partner making friends with someone solely on the basis of which demographic they belong to, while otherwise knowing nothing whatsoever about that person as an individual, is a lot more indicative of bigotry than it is of any actual problem with the friendship.

Goliath didn’t dump Demona because he wanted to get his freak on with another woman, he broke up with her because she lied to him, blamed him for making the best decision he could after she’d withheld critical information, then pinned him to the floor and held a gun to his chest when he called her out on it. If you switched the characters’ pronouns, there wouldn’t be any question as to why this relationship fell apart. Whatever was or wasn’t going on between him and Elisa had nothing to do with it.

Super Rough Draft

Goliath-Centric

Basically, writing stuff about Goliath's parents and his wonderful home life. And generational trauma.

: - )

ANGST!

Gargoyles did not claim parentage to their children. Hatchlings were children of the clan, raised up and cared for by the village. It was considered selfish to do otherwise. 

"We are a community, we need to operate like one. Just as a hive cannot be sustained by one bee. Just as the nest of an ant cannot be ruled only by a sole queen, everyone has their part to play, everyone has a role, a service to do. It is the way of our people." 

An elder once said to him.

Then did that mean his mother was selfish? 

Lia.

His mother. She had claimed him for her own against every warning she should not. But, she did not care and his clan did not much care for her. His mother was an outsider, but literally and metaphorically. Hudson had found her, half starving and bloodied by a river bank and took pity of her. She said she had hailed from a clan faraway where the land was barren and mountainous, but she did not speak of it more, she had no desire to return, she had ran away and never looked back.

And while his clan was gracious enough to allow her refuge they never truly accepted her. And his mother never really made an effort to build any bridges between them and her. She was a loner and kept to herself. 

His clan was content to leave her and not pay her any mind. Until she claimed his egg for her own.

The elders were not happy about it and voiced their discontent.

"Those are not our ways" 

"They may be yours, but they are not mine. I abide by no one's rules, but my own" 

The elders of Clan Wyvern kicked up a fuss, but it is not as though they did much about it. Or could do anything about it, given that the clan leader of that time-Samson-did not care and was his father, not that he had much part in raising him. 

His younger self never understood why. His mother and father never became a truly mated pair which also struck a nerve with the elders, but they were too afraid of Samson to voice it openly to his face. They had no ceremony and made no real fan fair about it. It often made him wonder if his parents ever liked each other. They never argued, disagreements sometimes, but it never escalated. His mother never had anything bad to say about his father nor did he ever hear his father bad mouth his mother.

They were an odd pair-silent and distant. 

There were very few pleasant memories he had of his own father. Some of them vivid, others hazy, his father was a man of very little words and an even shorter temper. He was not very well liked among their clan. He was temperamental, violent almost to the point of being unhinged, and seemingly uncaring about anything else that wasn't killing. And not all that friendly. 

There was no one in the clan that he considered friend, Goliath doubted he ever truly trusted anyone. The closest thing to that, probably was Hudson.

And his mother- 

Like he said before-their relationship was always a mystery to him. 

"I do not think I'm capable of love" 

Goliath looked up, meekly, his father was so tall, even while sitting he had to crank his all the way back to catch a glimpse of his face "I do not understand others" 

…..

"I hardly understand myself" 

"I'm not kind. I only know war, blood-violence is my only expression. I'm not meant to be gentle. Or anything else of that matter" it's the most he's ever heard him speak. 

"I cannot not be what you wish me to be" 

Goliath ducked his head not knowing what to say "I was never meant to be a father" 

Goliath didn't know what he meant to do by telling himself such. He had been so young then, and his father was more an entity of fear than a person to him. He never smiled, never laughed, he was never much of anything. When he wasn't brutalizing his enemies, he'd be alone, carving wood until his hands bled. And while his mother was distant, he can recall the small, quiet smiles she'd give him. Or sometimes she let out a bout of boisterous laughter though those were rare.

Most of the time she was sad. And when she wasn't abrasive towards others, she was stagnant, her face vacant except for the emotions he was far too young to understand.

Herbert Arnould Olivier

British, 1861-1952

I’ve always liked Angela :>

“And suddenly, the monster in him falls silent as he rests his head on her lap.”

— Everything feels better with her. (via empiregrotesk)

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