I keep thinking about Gargoyles/Office kind of stuff and realized that Demona and Jan are very similar that it's almost scary, because I just remembered all the bullshit Jan put Michael through.
Remember the blond lady that Goliath kicked in the third episode. Realistically she should have never gotten up again. All her organs would've been mush and her spine probably snapped in half.
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.
Goliath really out there cradling Elisas hair and back with both his arms in plain view for hudson and angela to see. is he, dare i say, a slut?
"And a Hunting We Will Go"
Summary: Someone does some fishing. Some very expensive fishing.
Words: 1,191
3/4
Warnings! Animal Death
~Beep!~
~Beep!~
God, someone please shoot me!
~Your call may be put on hold~
Elisa couldn't help but roll her eyes.
The disembodied, dial up music on the other end of the line almost made her see red. Two hours, two damn hours! She's been on hold since four in the afternoon!
‘Come on, come on, dammit, let's go already!’
~Beep!~
~We're currently busy at the moment, but a representative will speak to you shortly~
~Beep!~
‘Shortly my ass!’
The music played again, like a hellish melody.
'I hate tax season. Hate it!' Bored, Elisa snagged her pen tapping it harshly against the kitchen table. 'Next time I'm hiring some smuck to do this shit'
'If I can afford'
The tapping stopped for a minute.
~Beep!~
~We're currently busy at the moment, but a representative will speak to you shortly~
'I'll make it fit'
Somehow.
Another twenty minutes past before someone finally, finally picked up the damn phone. But, despite the blessing the call just added to her frustrations.
"....how many dependents did you say you have again…...?"
Her lips tightened, doing her best to not snap- "Three. Three kids" she can't remember how many times she had to repeat that now.
This was stupid, beyond stupid. She just wanted the call to end for god's sake, the man over the phone kept droning on and on, in a hush wispy, barely audible voice about tax deductions or something, it was very obvious that he hated his job and sounded like he wanted to be anywhere, but on the phone with her.
It was like pulling teeth.
One by one by one.
Sitting on the couch watching Teletubbies with the kids was starting to sound like heaven right about now.
After a while, her mind drifted. ‘Whoever wrote tax laws ought to be shot.’
She heard something squeak in between the irritated tapping and clicking of her pen. Ignoring it, she leaned against the kitchen chair before switching the phone to her other ear.
Another squeak. Sounded like wet shoes sliding against a tile floor.
She ignored it again, clicking her pen.
'I need a drink after this. Maybe I can raid Xanatos stash without him noticing'
~Squeak~
'Ugh, what is that?!' but she didn't feel inclined to worry about it. The castle was riddled with strange noises. It used to freak her out, but she had gotten used to it over the years. And besides, she wasn't the only resident lurking around.
~Squeak~
"Maza, a word if you may" Elisa rolled her eyes again.
"I'm busy Xanatos, bother me some other time"
“I believe it may interest you”
“You can’t hide from Fox forever Xanatos”
“I’m not, but this isn’t about her”
~Squeak~
'Okay! That was getting annoying!' she snapped around her chair to level Xanatos with a glare and find the source of that ungodly sound only to stop and freeze.
Xanatos was drenched head to toe. His characteristic ponytail was undone. Hair was in his eyes, slopped around his shoulders and he smelled like fish and algae.
He looked completely disgruntled. Which was also rather uncharacteristic. And the jacket of his suit was missing.
"Wha-?"
"Hi, Auntie Lisa!"
Then she looked down.
Two giddy kids were tucked under his arms. Alex's eyes gleamed, shined really, his long dark, red curls stuck to his face. And there was Aodh, wrapped in Xanatos' jacket, not giddy, or mischievous, but unperturbed as she munched on a half-eaten koi fish.
They were a wet mess.
The crunch of bone and flesh invaded the quiet for a second.
"They raided the koi pond"
As if the half-eaten koi fish didn't give her a clue. Elisa didn't know whether to laugh at the spectacle before her or sigh. Wasn't Owen watching them?
"You didn't say we couldn't play in it, dad!"
"Please tell me that wasn't expensive"
"The pond's fine. The fish on the other hand-" Xanatos glanced at her daughter, he seemed almost amused despite his obvious veil of exasperation "well I'll leave that to your imagination"
'Well, isn't that just peachy' Everything in this building was outstandingly expensive to suit Xanatos opulent tastes. He's right on that matter, she didn't want to imagine what that fish might cost her, if he were a pettier man.
"Why do you have a Koi Pond just laying around anyway? Inside a building. Where anybody can just trip and fall in it"
"I like the aesthetic."
"Sure." Right. Of course.
"It's not like I expected two troublesome kids to try and make it into their personal fishing spot."
"Ah-huh"
"Nor was I prepared for one of them to actually eat the koi fish"
Elisa smirked a little "Oh really, and here I thought you were always prepared for the impossible"
He looked disgruntled again. The shock faded, but damn did he look miserable.
That suit had to be worth more than anything she's made in the past five years. She can't help but snicker-
-who would've thought that all it took for him to lose his cool was a bunch of unruly kids.
Karma was beautiful in its own way.
"Can I have my own Koi fishpond then, dad?"
Xanatos refined from a sigh.
"I'll think about it"
"Yes!" It definitely wasn’t a yes, but Alex interpreted it as one.
“David!”
There was something akin to fear in his eyes “Ah,” he cleared his throat “In the kitchen, dear.”
Fox walked-waddled into the room; they saw her belly before they saw her “Are you hiding up here again-” Xanatos turned around on instinct.
“Hi, mom!” Alex waved.
Fox blinked a few times before she broke down into hysterical fits of laugher.
“Fox, please” she had to hold onto the threshold to hold herself up.
“He fell into the pond trying to fish the kids out” Elisa supplied as flatly as possible. Fox snorted.
“I did not fall.”
“Had a nice swim, David!?”
“I guess you now know what it feels like to swim with the fishes, huh, Xanatos?” Elisa couldn’t help herself. Fox had a conniption fit.
“The children could’ve drowned”
Now both women were laughing.
“I can swim, dad, Aodh too, you know that, and Puck was with us.” Corrected by a child.
“Speaking of Puck-Owen, where is he?” she asked in between fits of laughter.
“He scampered off, after I-collected the children”
“Left you for dry, huh?” Elisa got the impression that he wanted to roll his eyes at her. But forced himself not to for whatever reason. Instead of saying anything he placed Aodh gently on the floor. The sudden jostle of movement hardly interrupted her eating.
“We’re still playing, dad!” Alex protested.
“Both of you need a bath” he squirmed out of his father’s grasp “Alex.”
“We can take a bath together! Come one, Aodh!” he grabbed her fingers, and dragged her along. Aodh simply followed without much fuss towards the baths. Alex knew the castle like the back of his hand, as he led them away.
She was still eating the fish.
Elisa shook her head; hopefully, that was the extent of today’s excitement-
~Beep!~
‘You’re call has been disconnected’
Dammit.
[After Xanatos' fifth thousand evil plot.]
ELISA: I just want to talk to him.
GOLIATH: What are you doing?!
ELISA: I just want to talk to him.
GOLIATH: Why do you have a shotgun!?
ELISA: I just want to talk to him.