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Something funny I wrote. There's something amusing about Brooklyn calling Goliath-G.
"I wouldn't do that, if I were you, Goliath Elisa's pregnant, she's got that weird baby strength now, she might snap your neck."
He was right on that account "duly noted, but I think I can handle, Elisa"
"It's your funeral, G, don't say I didn't warn ya"
octave denis victor guillonnet / gordon mortensen / santiago rusiñol / raoul dufy / albert marquet / henry moret
Guys, Guys!
Goliath is canonically a Dilf. So, Elisa just got the best of both words, a monster man and a dilf.
Sketches from the Gargoyles Request livestream a couple of nights ago. I worked on them a little more and added color (cuz this is such a colorful show <3)
Requests made were:
- Broadway and Elisa hanging out (watching a movie here. Probably some Mystery Thriller. Cagney can come too)
- Puck with Alexander while Xanatos calling out that it’s his son’s bedtime (Puck and Xanatos look like 2 Dads here tho let’s be honest that’s basically what they are with Owen being babysitter most of the time…)
- Demona and Elisa fight!
- Goliath/Elisa love. Of course.
I have never drawn some of these characters before so it was fun.
“And a Hunting We Will Go”
Summary: In retrospect, Elisa should’ve seen it coming-
Words: 1,324
1/2
Warnings! Blood, Animal Death
A03:
In retrospect, Elisa should’ve seen it coming-
Working a twelve hour shift straight was a bitch. Exhaustion crept to every little corner of her body, her arms and legs felt like lead, her back was stiff, her eyes burned red from the lack of sleep. When she finally got home, she jumped straight into a hot bath to soak. The steam and heat were heaven on earth as she sunk low into the bathtub. She wanted to exist here forever.
"Mommy!“ the door to her bathroom thundered open, the hinges squeaking as it hit the wall. Elisa repressed a groan but kept her eyes closed sinking lower into the hot water. As they say-a woman’s work is never done.
"Yes, baby?” The excited taps of bare feet slapped against the tiles.
"Look what I caught!“ The smell hit her before her eyes popped open and another word left her lips. With a loud, violent splash, hot soapy bath water smacked her right in the face.
Coughing and sputtering, Elisa struggled to wipe the water out of her eyes, groping in the dark she leaned over the tub to grab a dry towel.
There was a moment in all the silence where time stood still-after getting the suds out her eyes, she opened them only to be greeted by dark, lifeless ones. Beak hung open; a dead pigeon’s carcass sailed the currents of her now bloody bath water.
Elisa froze for a brief second.
"See!” Aila yelped excitedly, hopping up and down” I got it all by myself!“ Elisa managed to tear her eyes away from the dead animal to catch a glimpse of her daughter’s bloody face and bloody fangs which had tatters of feathers stuck in between them.
Yeah…… She really, really should’ve seen it coming.
Goliath was teaching them how to hunt. Elisa didn’t think it was necessary. But, he protested, saying that it was. What if they were caught in a situation where they needed to catch their food in order to survive?
He had a point. Better safe than sorry.
Besides, every hatchling is taught to hunt, regardless. It’s tradition. Elisa left him to it. It gave the kids an extra outlet to expend energy anyways. By the time they came home, they were absolutely exhausted which made putting them down for nap time far easier.
Elisa didn’t think much of it, well, until there was a dead pigeon swimming in her bathtub. She wasn’t mad (why would she be?) or anything just startled. Dead things really shouldn’t bother at this point, especially concerning her own career.
"Baby, where did you get the pigeon from?"
"Outside!” Vague answer. Did Goliath take them hunting? It was pretty late last she checked.
"Where’s daddy?“
"Don’t know! I did it by myself!” Elisa frowned a little.
"Aila, you’re not supposed go hunting without daddy"
"I wanted to do it myself. See! I’m a big girl now, I can do it"
"I know, baby, but you could’ve gotten seriously hurt. You’re all cut up"
"I only got some scratches, but it doesn’t hurt" she held out her arms, oblivious to the alarm in her mother’s voice “and-and I didn’t cry either. See I’m big now"
"I can see that-” the scratches along her arms and face didn’t seem too bad. Nothing a little antiseptic cream and some bandages can’t fix “but, honey, you need to be more careful"
"But I’m okay!” she argues then reached up to rub her wounded cheek “see!"
"I know, but still-"
"Elisa!” Goliath barreled through the bathroom door, she nearly spat her beating heart out. She sometimes forgets how fast he can move despite his massive size.
Also, the door to the bathroom was broken.
"I smelt-Aila!“ He was by her side in seconds, lifting his third born up to inspect her injuries "what happened?!”
"Hi, daddy! Look!“ She pointed to the bath water once again blind to the anxiety she was causing both of her parents "I caught it all by myself!” She chirped excitedly, wings and tail fluttering in glee.
"I-what?“
"The pigeon” she says.
"Pigeon-“ his eyes drift over to the poor avian floating in the bathtub "oh.” He replies softly.
"I caught it, daddy!“
"Ah, I can see that, but you are quite the mess, my daughter"
"It scratched me, but I fought back really hard!"
"I checked the cuts” Elisa intervened “they’re too shallow to be anything serious"
"Are you going to cook it, mommy?"
"Cook it?"
"I caught it for dinner. I wanted to help"
"Oh! Well, sure” Elisa pushed some wet hair from her face side eyeing the dead bird.
Right.
"Yay!“
After the fear had vanished from the room, Goliath helped their daughter to a well needed bath. Elisa tended to the pigeon, the poor bastard didn’t see it coming, and wrapped in an old, tattered bath towel.
‘Guess I’ll have Owen dispose of it. Somewhere’
"Ow! Daddy that stings!"
"It means the medicine is working"
“Can I have the hello kitty Band-Aid?"
"Yes, daughter you may” father and daughter were housed in the master bedroom. Aila was scrubbed head to toe. Squeaky clean. Goliath was treating her scratches while she watched intently from her perch on the edge of the bed.
"Aila?“
"Yes, daddy!” It gets a smile from him before he changes his demeanor.
"You know you’re not supposed to go hunting without me"
"But daddy-“
"There are rules in place for reasons; they are there to ensure your safety."
"But daddy-"
"Aila-”
"But daddy I’m not little anymore.“ She cuts him off again.
"Well, yes, but that doesn’t mean my rules no longer apply. You may not be so little, but you are still learning, any number of things could have happened. You’re lucky a couple of scratches are the only thing you received."
Her ears fell back behind her head "Are you angry?"
"No, I just want you to be safe”
"Okay….“ she says a little dejectedly "I’ll wait for you"
"That’s all ask” he gently pats her head.
"Will you cook it for dinner?“
"What?"
"The pigeon daddy!"
"Oh, right-” he glances over to Elisa “uhh-"
"Of course, sweetheart.”
"Okay!“
"Can I have cake?"
"Not until after super” Goliath answers.
"Can I have strawberries then, the ones mommy bought?“
"You may-” in her excitement she tried to scramble from her father’s grasp to the kitchen “now wait a minute. You’re still dripping wet” it took a while to pat her dry, as she kept squirming.
"Am I done now?“
"Yes, daughter you’re dry now” she hopes off his lap to make way for the kitchen.
"Puts some clothes on first!“ Elisa shouts after her.
"Yes, mommy!” But then she comes running back to their room “you guys gonna cook the pigeon, right?” She asks, double checking.
"Of course,“ she lies through her teeth again.
"Okay!” She chirps before prancing back towards her bedroom. Goliath waits until he knows Aila’s out of earshot to ask.
"Are you truly going to cook…that?“
"Are you?” She shoots back at him.
"Perhaps-“ he trails off to give the dead bird another incredulous glance "but I doubt it would be safe to consume"
"God only knows what kind of diseases it’s carrying” she grimaces.
"Agreed, but you did promise to cook it, why lie?“
"I didn’t. We’ll just have Owen burn the poor bastard and replace it with a chicken. It’s not like she’ll know the difference"
"That is true, but we shouldn’t lie to the child"
"It’s just a little white fib, besides pigeon kind of tastes like chicken anyways"
"Still-” he wants to argue.
"Do you wanna tell her we threw her prized catch away?“
He frowned "No."
"Then that settles it, we’ll just snatch a chicken from the freezer and cook it” Elisa was right, Aila didn’t notice. She beamed at the table, happily recounting her tale about how she caught dinner to everyone as they ate.
The stirring of Aspen leaves And the wind, heavy with the sweetness of October aster And the way it all falls to silence
// Part 36
"And a Hunting We Will Go"
Summary: In retrospect, Elisa should've seen it coming-
Words: 1,324
1/2
Warnings! Blood, Animal Death
A03:
In retrospect, Elisa should've seen it coming-
Working a twelve hour shift straight was a bitch. Exhaustion crept to every little corner of her body, her arms and legs felt like lead, her back was stiff, her eyes burned red from the lack of sleep. When she finally got home, she jumped straight into a hot bath to soak. The steam and heat were heaven on earth as she sunk low into the bathtub. She wanted to exist here forever.
"Mommy!" the door to her bathroom thundered open, the hinges squeaking as it hit the wall. Elisa repressed a groan but kept her eyes closed sinking lower into the hot water. As they say-a woman's work is never done.
"Yes, baby?" The excited taps of bare feet slapped against the tiles.
"Look what I caught!" The smell hit her before her eyes popped open and another word left her lips. With a loud, violent splash, hot soapy bath water smacked her right in the face.
Coughing and sputtering, Elisa struggled to wipe the water out of her eyes, groping in the dark she leaned over the tub to grab a dry towel.
There was a moment in all the silence where time stood still-after getting the suds out her eyes, she opened them only to be greeted by dark, lifeless ones. Beak hung open; a dead pigeon's carcass sailed the currents of her now bloody bath water.
Elisa froze for a brief second.
"See!" Aila yelped excitedly, hopping up and down” I got it all by myself!" Elisa managed to tear her eyes away from the dead animal to catch a glimpse of her daughter's bloody face and bloody fangs which had tatters of feathers stuck in between them.
Yeah…... She really, really should've seen it coming.
Goliath was teaching them how to hunt. Elisa didn't think it was necessary. But, he protested, saying that it was. What if they were caught in a situation where they needed to catch their food in order to survive?
He had a point. Better safe than sorry.
Besides, every hatchling is taught to hunt, regardless. It's tradition. Elisa left him to it. It gave the kids an extra outlet to expend energy anyways. By the time they came home, they were absolutely exhausted which made putting them down for nap time far easier.
Elisa didn't think much of it, well, until there was a dead pigeon swimming in her bathtub. She wasn't mad (why would she be?) or anything just startled. Dead things really shouldn't bother at this point, especially concerning her own career.
"Baby, where did you get the pigeon from?"
"Outside!" Vague answer. Did Goliath take them hunting? It was pretty late last she checked.
"Where's daddy?"
"Don't know! I did it by myself!" Elisa frowned a little.
"Aila, you’re not supposed go hunting without daddy"
"I wanted to do it myself. See! I'm a big girl now, I can do it"
"I know, baby, but you could've gotten seriously hurt. You’re all cut up"
"I only got some scratches, but it doesn't hurt" she held out her arms, oblivious to the alarm in her mother's voice "and-and I didn't cry either. See I'm big now"
"I can see that-" the scratches along her arms and face didn't seem too bad. Nothing a little antiseptic cream and some bandages can't fix "but, honey, you need to be more careful"
"But I'm okay!" she argues then reached up to rub her wounded cheek "see!"
"I know, but still-"
"Elisa!" Goliath barreled through the bathroom door, she nearly spat her beating heart out. She sometimes forgets how fast he can move despite his massive size.
Also, the door to the bathroom was broken.
"I smelt-Aila!" He was by her side in seconds, lifting his third born up to inspect her injuries "what happened?!"
"Hi, daddy! Look!" She pointed to the bath water once again blind to the anxiety she was causing both of her parents "I caught it all by myself!" She chirped excitedly, wings and tail fluttering in glee.
"I-what?"
"The pigeon" she says.
"Pigeon-" his eyes drift over to the poor avian floating in the bathtub "oh." He replies softly.
"I caught it, daddy!"
"Ah, I can see that, but you are quite the mess, my daughter"
"It scratched me, but I fought back really hard!"
"I checked the cuts" Elisa intervened "they're too shallow to be anything serious"
"Are you going to cook it, mommy?"
"Cook it?"
"I caught it for dinner. I wanted to help"
"Oh! Well, sure" Elisa pushed some wet hair from her face side eyeing the dead bird.
Right.
"Yay!"
After the fear had vanished from the room, Goliath helped their daughter to a well needed bath. Elisa tended to the pigeon, the poor bastard didn't see it coming, and wrapped in an old, tattered bath towel.
'Guess I'll have Owen dispose of it. Somewhere'
"Ow! Daddy that stings!"
"It means the medicine is working"
“Can I have the hello kitty Band-Aid?"
"Yes, daughter you may" father and daughter were housed in the master bedroom. Aila was scrubbed head to toe. Squeaky clean. Goliath was treating her scratches while she watched intently from her perch on the edge of the bed.
"Aila?"
"Yes, daddy!" It gets a smile from him before he changes his demeanor.
"You know you’re not supposed to go hunting without me"
"But daddy-"
"There are rules in place for reasons; they are there to ensure your safety."
"But daddy-"
"Aila-"
"But daddy I'm not little anymore." She cuts him off again.
"Well, yes, but that doesn't mean my rules no longer apply. You may not be so little, but you are still learning, any number of things could have happened. You're lucky a couple of scratches are the only thing you received."
Her ears fell back behind her head "Are you angry?"
"No, I just want you to be safe"
"Okay…." she says a little dejectedly "I'll wait for you"
"That's all ask" he gently pats her head.
"Will you cook it for dinner?"
"What?"
"The pigeon daddy!"
"Oh, right-" he glances over to Elisa "uhh-"
"Of course, sweetheart."
"Okay!"
"Can I have cake?"
"Not until after super" Goliath answers.
"Can I have strawberries then, the ones mommy bought?"
"You may-" in her excitement she tried to scramble from her father's grasp to the kitchen "now wait a minute. You're still dripping wet" it took a while to pat her dry, as she kept squirming.
"Am I done now?"
"Yes, daughter you're dry now" she hopes off his lap to make way for the kitchen.
"Puts some clothes on first!" Elisa shouts after her.
"Yes, mommy!" But then she comes running back to their room "you guys gonna cook the pigeon, right?" She asks, double checking.
"Of course," she lies through her teeth again.
"Okay!" She chirps before prancing back towards her bedroom. Goliath waits until he knows Aila's out of earshot to ask.
"Are you truly going to cook...that?"
"Are you?" She shoots back at him.
"Perhaps-" he trails off to give the dead bird another incredulous glance "but I doubt it would be safe to consume"
"God only knows what kind of diseases it's carrying" she grimaces.
"Agreed, but you did promise to cook it, why lie?"
"I didn't. We'll just have Owen burn the poor bastard and replace it with a chicken. It's not like she'll know the difference"
"That is true, but we shouldn't lie to the child"
"It's just a little white fib, besides pigeon kind of tastes like chicken anyways"
"Still-" he wants to argue.
"Do you wanna tell her we threw her prized catch away?"
He frowned "No."
"Then that settles it, we'll just snatch a chicken from the freezer and cook it" Elisa was right, Aila didn't notice. She beamed at the table, happily recounting her tale about how she caught dinner to everyone as they ate.
“Morning light can make the most vulgar things tolerable” — the secret history, by donna tartt.
Hooray! Finally got around to putting my Amanda Conner prints in a (slightly less terrible) frame!
The images are from the Gargoyles comics by Marvel (Way before Disney actually owned them lol). They’re both 11″x17″ and signed by the artist.
I got these bad boys approximately 1,000 years ago when I met Miss Conner at Dragon*Con. What a talent (and a very nice person)!
Now to find a place of honor on the wall…
Gargoyles are just giant bat-people.
No I don't take criticism.
“When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.”
— Caitlyn Siehl, Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems (via wordsnquotes)
Short drabble,
Adoh: Oldest daughter of Goliath and Elisa
A/N: Nothing, just something ridiculous came to mind
"You don't think my dad and Demona….." Alex awkwardly gestures with his hands "ya know…...did things..do you?"
Aodh casts her childhood friend a scathing glance, disgust clear in the way her nose wrinkled "how the hell am I supposed to know that!?"
"I don't know!" Alex raises his hands "I mean they were partners in crime at one point"
"Ugh!" Aodh snaps her head away. That is not something she wanted to picture! Ever!
"I mean anything's a possibility." He follows "though now that I think about it, that technically makes a Goliath a cuckold"
She turns back to him with a rather deadpanned expression".....Please stop talking.."
True love is so much harder to come by.
Gargoyles Season 2 Episode 43 / Future Tense
Remember that time Goliath literally watched Broadway die because I sure do.
PREVIEW!
"I'll fly too close to the sun and know that i will burn"
Summary: Goliath promised himself that he'd never get too close to another human ever again. Betrayal had torn his soul, the dead now laid at his wake, wailed in his ear. Never again, he vowed, never again will he trust another human, never again will he call one friend. Then he met Elisa. And despite all his vows and promises, she had wormed her way into his heart, determined to stay there. Determined to stay at his side and he was powerless to stop her.
Perhaps, Demona was right about one thing-he is a fool. He's like Icarus flying far too close to the sun for his own good. He can't count how many times he's been burned and crashed into the sea; over and over again he finds himself at the mercy of her thrashing, unforgiving waves threatening to hurl him into the sharp rocks.
-To paint her precious aquamarine crimson with his blood.
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"Would you change it?"
He thought about it. It's not like he had to. But-
"No," he answers "I know what the humans meant when they gave me my name. But, it's become a part of me, something I cannot change, even if I wanted to. I can't imagine being called anything other than Goliath. It is who I am. Besides it's not as if the name wasn't partially warranted" Elisa looks at him again, longer this time. Her brows knot at the center of her forehead.
"What do you mean?" Goliath briefly curses himself. Of course she'd ask. Of course she noticed. He did not know why he brought it to light to begin with. It was neither the place nor the time, it isn't even something he wished to discuss with her. At least not now. Not here. Not any sooner if he was to be honest with himself.
"I-" words failed him "I was a troubled adolescent back then. I often let my temper get the best of me in the worst possible ways. I wasn't exactly a very nice person during those years"
She eyed him with doubt "I find that hard to believe"
"People feared me, Elisa."
"I know-"
"And with good reason" he watches her lips fall shut "but that's a story for another time. I don't know why I brought it up to begin with. It's neither here nor now" there's an edge in his voice, he knows damn well Elisa could hear it. If he could kick himself he would. He did a nice job souring the mood between them. This isn't what he wanted or intended.
"I-I see" she moves some hair behind her ear, her teeth brush over her bottom lip. The action brings his attention to them "I-I'm gonna get some punch"
"Elisa-"
"I'll be back" she waves him off. Her smile is a little force and Goliath is fully aware that he skewered his chance. Shot himself in the foot, screwed himself over by shoving his foot not just in his mouth but down his very throat. He was choking, but did not know how to free himself.
Her back retreated into the crowd, a colorful wash of white and ebony, he wanted nothing more than to chase after her, but saw no good coming out of that. Instead he ran a hand down his face as he growled at himself. He really is a fool, a damn good one.
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Tw:Child Death
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I've certainly written myself into a perdicment. Not a bad one mind you, but I couldn't help myself l've given GoLisa like 9 kids. But, of coursed I killed two of them off, because angst. But, still that's a lot of kids. Then I made them adopt two more-because why not. I don't know, Goliath and Elisa strike me as the type to breed like rabbits. And given that gargoyles are strongly family driven/oriented it wouldn't be a surprise they'd have a bunch of babies.
LISTEN..., listen guys, Tried Mom! Elisa is my new jam..like she'd go to work, with her hair a wreck and infinity of bags under her eyes, listening to the other woman in her precinct talking about the cute things their kids do, like coloring on the walls, trying to eat mud or dirt the usual toddler things, while Elisa has war flashbacks about her half-gargoyle babies eating, or try to eat plaster off the walls.
Goliath and the clan have been teaching them how to hunt, they see this as an opportunity to drop dead rats in her lap. In her slippers, under her bed, in her bed, sometimes while she's taking a nice hot bath after a long day of of work her oldest daughter, Aodh, now six pushes open the bathroom door and-
"Mommy!"
Her eyes are still closed "Yes, honey"
"Look what I got!" Her eyes pop open in horror as her daughter drops a dead pigeon in her bath water.
"Please Knock"
Summary: Elisa learns to try and get use to her new friend.
Words: 279
Warnings! Just some mild sexual humor/if you can call it that.
Elisa has to remember Goliath isn't human. But, sometimes even with that thought in mind she finds it hard to restrain her temper.
Especially, when he like a tank comes barreling through her bathroom door. The noise along of hard muscle hitting the floor and splintering wood has her heart ricocheting within her ribcage.
"Goliath!" She shrieked, pulling her shower curtain over herself.
"Elisa-" he paused.
"Hey!" her downstairs neighbor bellows from below "Is this a circus!? Keep it down up there, Maza! I'm trying to sleep!"
"Sorry! Sorry!" She shouted back before training her annoyed glare towards the literal giant standing awkwardly in the middle of her bathroom. Right, where he landed she could see cracks in the tiles.
Her landlord's going to have a cow.
"Goliath"
"I heard you scream" he says simply.
"I-I just burnt myself by accident" she hadn't been thinking when she had hopped into the shower forgetting how high she had set the temperature on.
"Burnt yourself-"
"My bathwater was a little too hot is all, now can-" she eyes her broken door with a mourning glance. Oh, well she was looking to replace it anyways. She guesses. She watches as he picks up a rather large piece of her door frame-
"I seem to have-"
"It's alright." She sighs "just leave it"
"But,"
"Just leave it, Goliath. Now, can you stand outside. I don't have any clothes on"
"Right" she could've sworn he looked a bit sheepish as he places the door down and exits with a swish of his tail and a flutter of his massive wingspan.
Elisa mutters under her breath. This was going to be a long awkward night.