✧*｡ ||   perhaps using the proper lingo behind this spell wasn’t the wisest idea.  ＂ basically; i’m creating a magical shield around the area. it also will mask our—ah—presence so we can act without worry of being found. ＂

Since I don’t really have any official rules set up on this blog, I might as well put together a temporary rules page.

This is a revived RP blog for Goliath from Disney’s Gargoyles. This blog is PRIVATE & SELECTIVE in terms of who I interact with/follow, which by that note I’m also MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE, i.e. I will only interact with people I’m in a mutual follow with.

No godmodding, yadda yadda, guys just don’t be heckin’ rude.

If you have a problem with me, just talk to me and I’m more than willing to talk things out.

I only ship with chemistry, and even then I’m not keen on shipping so unless you’re a close friend, it’s more than likely not going to happen.

I understand that Goliath is from a cartoon, but I’m not comfortable interacting with minors so I do ask that minors refrain from following me, as I won’t follow back if you don’t have your age somewhere on your blog.

I use icons, but I can go iconless too.

I do use SMALL + SUB, but if you need me to use regular small text, just let me know and I’d be more than happy to accommodate 👍

I’m super busy, so this blog is low activity since I do have a main blog that I run

The name’s WHITNEY, she/her but w/e pronouns fit your fancy.  I think I’m 23 but I don’t remember. Talk to me about dragons and space and I’ll love you for eternity.

idk what else to add since I think this covers most bases. Might add more later.

@formidandus· | ❛ This is not what I signed up for. ❜ for Joy :> legacies —- accepting.

     “ Neither did I, but we’re here, aren’t we? ” Joy moves up to Goliath, and when she’s close enough, she reaches up to give him a gentle pat on his bicep, smiling sweetly, though her eyes suggest she’s drained by the chaos. “ Tavern fights don’t usually last long, but we could try to sneak outside? ”

                        ❝ ‘    A   child   has   no   business   roaming   the   streets   on   their   own .    Where   are   your   parents ,   little   one ?    ’ ❞        𝐡𝐞  𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬  𝐢𝐧  𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 ,  𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 .        No   desire   to   frighten   the   child   (   humans   still   known   to   shy   away   from   his   kind   )   as   tail   curls   about   his   feet ,   PEERING   AT   HER   CURIOUSLY .   She   certainly   didn’t   seem   lost .

                        ❝ ‘    ------------ Care   to   explain   that   to   me   again ?    ’ ❞

                        ❝ ‘    What   manner   of   beings   are   they ?    ’ ❞        𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥  𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 ,  𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬  𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝  𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬        as   he   squints   at   the   beast   that   dissolves   away   into   nothing ,   he   turns   to   the   young   human   (   STRANGE ,   he’s   never   seen   a   human   with   silver   hair   ) .   Bent   spine   straightening   until   he   stands    AT   FULL   HEIGHT ,   clawed   hand   rubbing   at   his   chin .                           ❝ ‘    Can’t   say   I’ve   ever   seen   anything   like   them   before .    ’ ❞

       Challenge accepted.

Oh… do you mean…

                         ❝ ‘    The   streets   of   Manhattan   are   dangerous   after   dark .   FOR   YOUR   OWN   SAFETY ,   YOU   SHOULD   RETURN   HOME .    ’ ❞

      SHE TAKES his hand without a second thought  (  it’s almost second nature  ,  really  ,  to reach for him            -  though she’d never admit it    )  .  it engulfs her own  ,  but it’s gentle as it always is  .   

      elisa peers over the side of the clock tower  .  she’s not sure she’ll ever get used to flying around  ,  but her trust in him far outweighs her fear  .   ‘   well  ,  as long as you promise not to drop me  …   ’   she says it jokingly  ,  a grin lighting up her own face  .   ‘   sure  ,  goliath  .  i’d love to  !   ’

𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐈𝐒  𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 ,  𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ,  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃  𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇  𝐎𝐅  𝐎𝐖𝐍 .        Slowly   closing   around   her   hand ,   pulling   her   close   BEFORE   LIFTING   HER   INTO   HIS   ARMS ,   holding   to   her   securely   to   himself   (   banishing   even   the   slightest   belief   of   him   allowing   her   to   slip   from   his   grasp   ) .   Low   is   the   rumble   in   his   chest ,   AMUSED   AT   HER   COMMENT ,   as   horned   head   bows .                         ❝ ‘    I   would   never   drop   you .   Even   if   you   did   fall ,   I   WILL   ALWAYS   BE   THERE   TO   CATCH   YOU .    ’ ❞

                        ❝ ‘    You   are   unlike   the   others   I’ve   encountered   possessing   your   same   appearance .    ’ ❞        𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 ,  𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐝  𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 ;  𝐢𝐭  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭  𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 .        The   intelligence   in   the   beast’s   gaze   told   him   as   much   at   least .   HE   DOES   NOT   SEEK   TO   POSE   A   THREAT ;   APPARENT   IN   HIS   LAX   DEMEANOR ,   wings   wrapped   around   shoulders ,   TALONS  CLASPING   AT   HIS   CHEST .                            ❝ ‘    What   manner   of   beast   are   you ?    ’ ❞