Honestly. Elisa And Fox As Frenemies Is Utterly Underutilized. I Want To See These Two Get Into Ridiculous

The Enchanted Land Part 2 by Bjørg-Elise Tuppen

I made a meme

Manga-style Elisa Maza

Shop is still open until Christmas Eve!

- There’s so much water. It looks like a sea. 

- What’d you expect after all that rain? I’ve gotta get out of this place. Someday I’m getting on that train.

SPIRITED AWAY (2001) dir. Hayao Miyazaki

OSCAR WINNERS MEME [3/92] : ↳ The Shape Of Water (2017) dir. Guillermo del Toro

He does not know what I lack or how I am incomplete. He sees me for what I am, as I am.

Very Rough Draft

Goliath x Elisa/GoLisa

Title: Effeuillant la Marguerite( she loves me, she loves me not)

Summary: Happens after the Awakening series. Goliath learning to come to terms with Demona's abandonment and his developing feelings for Elisa.

"Why the long face?"

They were high above the clouds. Nothing new, not all that interesting, at least not for him. But, he watched Elisa constantly kept nervously glancing around, checking to make sure she wouldn't fall from the railing up above. 

"There's nothing to be afraid of. If you fall, I'll catch you" 

Elisa frowned before looking at him with bright, brown eyes "easy for you to say, you've got wings!" 

"Like I said I'll catch you" 

"So like parachuting without a parachute" she mumbled, not sounding all that reassured by his insistence. He did not know what a parachute was.

"A what?" 

"A parachute, its uh, um" she lifted her head in thought, tapping a finger against her bottom lip "it's like a large blanket that you tie to your back so you don't y'know-die." 

"I see, so you fly with it" 

"More like glide, like you do with your wings" 

"I see." 

He gazed over the railing, down below, his eyes grazing over all the lights and towers made of steel and glass, and the horseless carriages that zipped across the streets, though they varied in size, they all looked the same from his spot in the clouds.

It was still very hard to get used to.

All the lights, all the noise and commotion, even during the nightmare hours nothing stopped, the world kept going. Elisa had told him this place-New York, was known as the city that never sleeps.

It was a fitting phrase. Everything was always awake, always conscious that it nearly gave him a headache if he focused on all of it for too long. It ached for the quiet shore by the ocean side.

There in his free time he would walk and let his mind wander as he watched the ocean lap at the shore. His angel of the night would be by his side enjoying the quiet between them, in this solitude. It was their world and their world alone.

"You're frowning again?"

He didn't move to look at her. He wasn't sure what to say. To convey how he felt or how in a way she'd understand. Would she understand?

"Something on your mind?" 

"This world is rather loud, noisy. Sometimes it's hard to hear my own thoughts" 

"Oh?" She laughed a bit, it was an airy, lighthearted sound. It wasn't exactly mirthful, but it was not nervous either. He did not know to quite label it "I get it. It takes some time to get used to all the chaos." 

"Does it bother you?" 

"Hm? No, not really. I actually like all the noise" 

"Why?" 

"I don't know-" she pauses "I guess maybe I like it because it doesn't make me feel so lonely. Lets you know that they're still people out there. That despite everything, the world's still going. And that at least some things are still in one piece" 

"You feel lonely?" He'd argue that it was almost impossible to feel lonesome in all this array of life and light. Yet, did he not feel the same?

"Lonely?" Elisa shrugged "not particularly. I'm pretty used to living on my own. It'd be ridiculous after all this time, wouldn't it" 

"You don't have any family?"

"Of course!" She smiled "I have my younger siblings and my parents." 

"You don't live with them?"

"No, we all left the nest. Beth, my little sisters studying up at a college in Arizona. And Derek's a cop like me. And both my parents are retried"

It was all very strange to him. 

The separation of family.

"Gargoyle clans always stay together." 

"You don't leave the coup?"

"You mean the rookery. After we reach a certain age then yes, but that doesn't mean we leave Wyvern"

"So, you guys never left Wyvern? Like ever?"

"No. Why would we? It is-was our home."

"So, you guys didn't travel much huh?"

"No, that was far too dangerous to stray far. My time was always wrought with war and unrest. Not exactly a wise time to go milling about. Plus, where would we go? The humans at the castle hardly tolerated my kind, I doubt the humans after them would be far more welcoming" 

"You know I had to ask-"

"Yes?"

"If the humans hated you guys so much, why did you stay and protect them?" 

"Because it is our duty. The humans protect us during the day and we do so during the night. The humans only feared us, because they did not understand us. I would not give into hate because they chose to do so out of ignorance." 

"That's a rather benevolent way of thinking" to Elisa she thought the situation, or deal, pack, or whatever it was, was a rather lousy one. None of it seemed fair in any way. Their services were repaid in contempt. None of that was right. But, she didn't dare voice that sentiment out loud. Elisa got the feeling Goliath wouldn't take kindly to that, so she kept her mouth shut.

"It is what I was taught" then he stopped and considered it for a moment.

"What would you have done?" 

"Leave" 

She had his full attention now. A small shiver rode up her spine at the intensity of his stare.

"Why?" 

"Why wouldn't I?" Elisa entwined her fingers gazing over over the steel towers and glass buildings "I guess don't have any kind of desire to stick around where I'm not wanted" 

"What about duty? You said it yourself that your job was to protect and serve" 

"Well, yeah" she says "but, y'know big guy, you can't protect people who don't want to be protected and you can't serve people who don't want to be served. There's a limit to how much you can do. Relationships are supposed to be equal, there has to be a give and take on both ends. If one person is doing all the taking and the other is doing all the giving-how is that fair?" 

Super Rough Draft of Goliath and Xanatos being grandparents together.

From bitter enemies to doting grandparents. Never in Goliath's wildest nightmares did he think he and Xanatos would share a grandchild, but here they are now.

Fate often had a twisted sense of humor.

She was beautiful. But, oh so fragile and so small. Goliath couldn't keep his eyes off her, his precious newborn granddaughter. Her wings fluttered in her sleep with her tail firmly grasped in her hands as she curled into herself. Surrounded by blankets and warmth. Kept safe in her basin, protected from the outside world.

He wanted to hold her in his arms, but refused as he did not wish to wake her. 

"Still asleep?" Whatever blissful peace he relished in soon crumbled to shambles, Xanatos had returned with his treasured cup of coffee.

"Yes," 

"A beauty isn't she?" he smiled "She'll be a magnificent heir to my kingdom one day" Goliath frowned at the implication.

The thought of his little granddaughter growing up to be a charismatic, manipulative questionably ethical billionaire filled him with existential dread. Young Alexander may have turned out for the better in most cases. Most cases. 

But, he was still Xanatos' son and operated in his own questionable, manipulative ways. And when he wasn't that, he was Goliath's own personal headache. Nonetheless, his daughter loved Young Alexander so, thus condemning him. Never in Goliath's wildest nightmares did he think he and Xanatos would share a grandchild, but here they are. 

Tiwa. 

She inherited Alex and Fox's bright red hair and Aodh and Elisa's dark skin. A strange combination of Human, Gargoyle and fae all wrapped into a singular bundle of joy. 

To Goliath she was perfect from head to toe, only a few weeks old and he was already in love with her. Couldn't imagine now what life would be without her now that she's here. 

And he and Xanatos were both her grandfathers by blood. It was a bizarre notion, bizarre as it was horrifying in retrospect. He thinks back to the time where he desired nothing more than to hurl his pathetic body from on top the castle's cornices.

Goliath did not believe he could forgive a man like him. Even now, he wouldn't call what he felt towards him forgiveness in a sense, but perhaps more than an ally, and something in between that. 

While Xanatos had worked hard to make  amends for his wrong doings, never did an apology leave his lips. Goliath did not know if he even felt an ounce of remorse over his actions. Never did he make any indication if that was the case. 

Xanatos was an incredibly difficult person to understand. Let alone read. 

"What's the matter, Goliath?" He quirks a brow "cat caught your tongue?" 

"No." He says, tail swishing "I'm just not paying you any mind." 

"Oh?" 

"Your childish attempts to get under my skin will not work" 

"Not trying to." 

"Right." 

"I just want what's best for her" 

"And that is what exactly? Her to grow up to be an exact replica of yourself?" 

"No." He takes another sip from his cup "I want her to be better than me" the answer takes him back for a moment. Goliath is not sure if that statement was intended to have a double edged meaning. 

"You don't believe me?" 

"You are many things Xanatos, being straightforward is not one of them" the man chuckles softly wary of waking Tiwa. She's only but stretched out her tiny arms and legs other than that she hadn't stirred from her slumber since being put to bed an hour ago.

Soft snores fill the silence "do you still hate me?" 

"Hate isn't a word I would use" 

"So you do?" 

"Xanatos you broke the spell that me and my clan were cursed under intending to use us, even after I told you about what happened to the rest of my people. You lied, manipulated, even used my own mate against me, you tried to kill what remained of my family and after that took our home, the only thing we had left. Add the plethora of harm you did afterwards." 

More quiet followed "I didn't just hate you, I detested your very existence" 

"I have to ask why let your daughter be with my son? After all the bad blood between us, I know I gave you, your home back, but that did little warrant any warmth towards me" 

Goliath sighed "I wasn't the least bit happy about my daughter and Young Alexander's friendship in the beginning. I understood that they were both children, I understood that the boy was far too young to pose much harm let alone consciously do so. But it still filled me with alarm, I feared for her, I feared that perhaps you would or was trying to use your son to gain some semblance of trust again. To use and manipulate use through the bond of our children. I didn't put it past you. You've done worse.

[]

"What did I tell you about acting like jackasses in front of the baby?" Aodh was uncloth as ever, the added unbalanced hormones didn't help her already severe demeanor.

"Mh, forgive me daughter" 

"We were just having a polite disagreement" 

"You mean jackassery" she corrected "do I have to tell Auntie Fox and mom that you two are misbehaving again?" 

Xanatos self-serving smirk fell right off his face and went silent along with Goliath "yeah, didn't think so." 

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.

Gargoyles-Badass Women per epi: Elisa Maza-The Edge (or alternatively ‘Elisa V.S. the 90s TV set’) 1/3

“You guys better appreciate this.”

I’ve always liked Angela :>