#Gark

[toonfoolery101]

The skrunklies!!

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Book names + authors under the cut

Gordo Livingstone/Mark Bennet- Green Creek Series by TJ Klune

Lesto Arseni/Shemal- The Pirate of Fathoms Deep by Megan Derr

Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji- Mo Dao Zu Shi/Grand Master of Demonic Cultivation by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

Wallace Price/Hugo Freeman- Under the Whispering Door by TJ Klune

[captainkurosolaire]

[Insight]:火 Ubylagynn Gark 🎼

Don't dishonor me by dying.

[cyndalyssa]

A little later in the week...

Ooooh! That's a good sign.

He's still got a ways to go before being back to normal, but hey, celebrate the bits of progress along the way!

Soon, Orko the Great will return!

...right, let's just keep going.

Huh, looks like we have company.

I wanted to include that bit of Montork's past in this, but thinking about it, it should have its own post on the subject. I've already drawn a couple pictures of that and have an idea of how I want the scene of Orko discussing his uncle and said uncle's former teammates to go down.

On a more silly note, I thought way too hard about how fishing works on Trolla, since fish fly there, and ideas include being like duck hunting, cattle roping, or jellyfishing from SpongeBob. It's fun to think about.

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[zootycutieart]

Been a little bit since I've done some of my Trollan show concept what if designs! I decided to move on from the Trollans and focus on some pets now! I wanted to pull in one of my headcanons I had based on a single episode...and also change Gark's body, because his original design is NOT a pet's design. XD

Garkis Montork's pet Trinok. Basically, he's what happens if you put the brain of a golden retriever into a t-rex's body. He's huge, he's slobbery, he's a Trollan's best friend! He's been with Montork since he was a pup, and thus also had a close friendship with Montork's nephew, The Lost Trollan. Despite his sweet and excitable personality, he is still a giant dinosaur-like creature. So when someone he considers a friend, AKA basically anyone that Montork has the slightest of a friendly rapport with, is in danger, you've got a very fierce guard animal on your hands!

Scarggyis...not a pet. Well, he is a pet, but he shouldn't be one. After an incident in the Kroom Fortress's catacombs, Dree Elle found a magically shrunken down Scarg, beaten up and huddled in a boot that didn't look like it belonged in Trolla. Through a twinge of sympathy, she took the Scarg in. Now, Scargs might look like the common purple Bledwyrm, a popular pet in Trolla...except they live in canyons, grow to be thousands of feet tall...and are also one of the deadliest predators in all of Trolla. Be it her empathetic side or her just being stupidly risky that day, Dree Elle took in the creature. Using some of her charm creations on his collar, a Growth Suppressant charm and a Calm Mind charm, she's managed to trick (most) of the public on Scarggy, her "rare blue Bledwyrm". It might be possible that the Growth Suppressant charm is doing all the work at this point, and that he's just grown to care for Dree Elle, but no one's wanting to take it off to judge.

Gark and Scarg © Mattel/Filmation Redesigns and fake show concept © ZootyCutie (that's me!)

[sentisnail]

The legends of Zelda BOTW elemental dragons going on picnic

[rowanthestrange]

A perception filter. They don’t notice until it’s pointed out. They don’t notice the old woman until Ruby makes them look. Then they go over the 73 yards to her. Then the old woman makes them look at Ruby…

And for the first time they see the cameras. The boom mics. The set.

[magpie-the-goblin]

Recently encountered a photo album of close relatives

[tomoleary]

Wally Wood “Bucky Ruckus” (December 1967) Source

[whspermy-name]

GROWLING SCRACTCHING AT MY WALLS SCREAMING JUMPING FOR JOY THROWINF SHOES

[whoscruffylooking]

to me it's the thought that mark gatiss himself got invited back for good omens 2, found out what neil was up to and to the press and everyone was like.........you know what we gotta do a sherlock movie it's the only logical thing 😂

[dafukdidiwatch]

Axel Higgs! You do not let the death of Gark the Bear go in vain!

[aqua-dan]

Lmaoooo they just posted the rest of the Garth preview image and I hate it 😭

[captainkurosolaire]

X2 ~ Eulogy of a Deadman

Reference ~ No Future ~ ♪"Moje More"♪ Gathering of black-donned Crew gathered around a small row boat. Coffin and flowers scattered in array alongside a Tricorne placed toppled delicately, with a picture-frame of a departed. Awaiting pyre and send-off into the open seas. First to speak was a Sea Maiden, and Counselor, Slafhota, whose hands clung together to keep from shaking holding a steep-burden. Prayers left to shambles. “He came to me in need. Seeking help, believing he was the biggest-screw up this realm has ever seen. But the-fact is his feet braved, open to my waters. He demonstrated conviction most wouldn’t achieve. Especially a pirate-nonetheless… I failed him. The depths of my words didn’t reach in-time.” Empathy writhed upon her visage, her shoulder gently tapped and escorted.

Changing positions. The Wildwood, Zieton, took the stage. “Didn’t care about the heady-pirate at-first. Loud, often obnoxiously-so, crude and boisterously-confident. But you couldn’t change-or-shake the fact at his core. He was genuine, it was obvious, wanting to remove people from misfortune. He would’ve gone to any-lengths to achieve that. Acquiring the world’s burden to retrieve.” Despite his rather-cool demeanor compared to others. His voice-quaked rivers, “My faith soon became… Was the desire, towards seeing him succeed.” Pushed off from the center, a commotion-irritated Raen, Sol ‘Nan’ Akami forged his way.

A ruckus darted-forth, broken-pitch quivering in a bark. Held back by two-other burly men, “Y-You cheeky feline-rat! Damn you!! I won’t forgive this! For leaving me the only survivor! YOU COWARD! WHO'S GONNA BE RESTORATION TO MY DESTRUCTION? I-I CAN’T RULE THE SEAS WITHOUT YOU!” Despite being once a deadly-foe and former enemy, he was broken-heart, that toughness and his often-jokester personality was removed. This was a brother’s grief. Even if not spoken-soon enough or heard in return often, it couldn’t sway their place from another. Fetching his pistol from holster, wanted to shoot that smug-face of the Seeker. But was deterred-away and seized from it, carried off. Small-lalafell, Me-Me, walked in replacement. “Mr.Hat was cool. I liked playing with him and pulling lots of pranks! Although he seemed angry with me a lot, I never felt like I wasn’t welcome and that’s something which made me really happy.” Talking more simply before rushing off to never show-glimpses of her sorrow. She was often the touted-indomitable demon no one could conceive or fathom.

Giant-burly, Hellsguard stomped the ground, dragging feet. Intense-fire often consumed him, now tears streaming down which doused him internally. “...I was fine living my peace, retreated from all. Never again knowing what glory would taste-like. Gave up on my ambition never knowing what I could achieve that’d make me feel-complete. Believing I could defeat-any adversity too easily. Then a broken-armed pirate showed up, kicking my door open and stepped on my cooked feast! Telling me so effortlessly, “Old-man, we’re going on a journey!” That brat-of-a-kid… Took me from my holed-in-solitude and forced me out to experiences. I-thought extinguished! …As I began sailing with you-lot, I started understanding what it means again, live-to-see. He made a believer-in-me and I will carry his dream for me with remaining eternity. With honor… To become a King among the Living. I see it now, that meaning… It’s the only King without a crown required, or throne and validation needed. You become it by simply being, and all your fellows, are your subordinates worthy to seize, there are truly no-enemies when freed.” Placing a hand-on-his-heart and burning against flesh, making an impactful scar of Captain’s memory. Symbolically carrying, fire of the deceased but more importantly… The Will. Casta who wrote his stories up to now and escapades, charting his Tales as a diary. She stumbled and couldn’t deter from whimpering. Taking moments before, “Long-ago, he saved me as a little-girl. I was enslaved, by a violent-father, at-least for what he bought me as. Yet Captain relinquished me, Brought me into the home-environment of another family altogether. He changed my life-around instantly. Became inspired, and so I wrote. Swore, I’d repay him! A hero-unsung for all to read… I studied-medical and medicinal means to bring relief like he did to a young-broken unguided soul. I helped his kind out, the pirates, crooks, outcasts, the one’s often shunned away because of their appearance. Who are we, to discriminate against what someone’s cover is? Doesn’t seem to be valid. The pages-written behind the cover, typically resides the part that matters. Summers-later. We convened by happenstance, fate-string tugged our way.” She changed-attitude becoming cheerful and happy recounting. “I got to meet him again! To mend to the best of my abilities. But in-the-end I couldn’t relieve him of great-injuries. Hurt to see him linger, pain stricken. …More than you could know. After-what-happened, I didn’t see myself anymore being useful, I sank below. Yet, always greets people with a infectious-smile. Telling me, “Casta, it’s because ye b’ th’ most human, is what reminds all ov’ us monsters or otherwise, what to still-be.” And suddenly I-felt again uplifted and at peace. E-Everytime! Everytime, I almost wanted to give-up on myself or this life. He took my wrists gently, the handsome rogue jumped in after me either in shallow-infested or shark-filled waters! EVERYTIME. Until, I couldn’t do anything left, but finally, see what he saw. My own-irreplaceable-worth. There’s no one-like that level of heroic-deed— only fantasy. Wouldn’t ever think he was capable-of-that, he was always going to surprise you.” Again her emotions-changed like thunder, now fury took over. First-time she spoke-loudly, and up for her-self or another, she used to be the most silent-timid. Now she had become a lioness for preserved memory.

“It’s unfair Thal’s balls! Why are the one’s born in Twelve’s favor or God’s boon, get every recognition, praise, but first-ones to retreat from history?! Why are they the ones remembered for legendary acts but one’s who’ve been here every-day Sun to Moon with every single-breath they are making our life-flourish forth, civilizations ushering, by giving new generations education, hand-outs in their most timely-need, not given the same?” Her fist-sledgehammered down on the podium. “You were the best of them. My sailor hero!” She left with anguished remorse gritting teeth. The arranging-voices heard so far and the imprint placed. The departed-soul managed to imprint on them that made their nature’s be thwarted. Unlikely a Noble, Lord Shiro Elune, of pristine-white but with a black-flower on his suit, drew up with elegance bearing all-the-markings of regality. “We were sworn-beings always at odds. I massacred his Crew when we first-met, afterall. He couldn’t overcome our gaps and the league of power I had over him. He was flawed.  From ideologies, stances, ethics. The scoundrel was determined more than any I ever met. He opposed anything with boldness, a charismatic charm that made you want to cheer for him. A showman. Spotlight that he shared with, overtime... You would-recognize; against any dismay. Among history, perhaps, the greatest failure. But because of that, is why many could-identify themselves with him, whether they wished, or knew not…” He showed-a-former, scoff of superiority, “P-fft wasn’t anyway, I could be factored in with the everyday and mundane… You all reeked with insecurities, you’re all leeches, parasites, complain and whimper about what you were born-with or not, making excuses as handicaps. Yet when I visited you in the Brumes, or your piss-covered environments, your legs-unmoved, all-you-walk, as if-you're-not losers! Hand-outs are what most of you commoners want fed. You dream-too-big, too vastly that it taints and pollutes all you come in-contact with. You demand-validation from your peers; despite knowing it’s an echo-chamber and your sentimental words and beliefs, ushering so foolishly, brazenly, you’re certain of yourselves among that group of fellow-collected sheep's! Listen, you'll never-amount to anything or anyone truthfully! Imbeciles, you cannot-deter history! You cannot change Hierarchy or Order! No matter how free you are. You aren’t saints, protagonists of stories, or Warriors of Light nor of Night, exceptionally never will-be anything but fodder for the ones who rule iron-supreme.” At this point-everyone attending booed demanding him-off stage and was irritated at this pompous Keeper who distinguished himself-above so highly.

“...However.” A twist was coming as the mob-was-overwhelmingly on the verge of rioting at a most unholy-timing. Clear and loud with authority. “I will admit my former notion was this; once a time. Yet this heathen behind, single-handedly changed all-these thoughts of certainties and brought questions back to them!” The crowd stopped, dumbfounded. Hanging on every-word this Noble Lord demonstrated. “Yes. Indeed I’d consider him no-longer an enemy. Although, I won our encounters often. He had defeated me too without being seen. Changing-my-perception. I acted impulsively, dishonored duels, acted on arrogant-egotistical-means I harbored and sheltered as deceitful pride. I thought, everything I did was-justifiably, fact. Groomed to be-placed above an echelon, higher-than-all who sees. But I fell from grace, my fiance and child even forsake my name upon their lips. When I failed these-ways, I had no idea how to handle it… That accursed-man with a golden crest, oh, he knew… He always knew, fought against my sake or for it, inconceivably! Now I stand upon this wake. I say! Honor him greatly and openly. You’ve proven, Noble, friend.” The regal-man did the unthinkable act. Others wouldn’t believe it. Taking a kneel before the burial-site. Lowering his head-to-ground level. Relinquishing his former-rapier that shared connection between the-two souls and beneath the Tricorne hat-of-the-former wielder. 

Thought and believed, Forever Destined. Tears-bellowed out from the crowd, moved once again. Diamond-encrusted tear crystals fell from the eyelids of the Keeper.

Further attenders close to the departed gave their speeches. Until the last Crewmate was brought up, Judas Caesar the First Crewmate who had deep-personal history off-and-on, back and forth chemistry. Tear-stained-eyes, looking once again like a battered-prince, who lost his entire-Kingdom. "...I" He couldn't get any words to wind. Despite owning that affinity. You could-practically hear a heart-pitch whining from his throat. "I-loved him. Wish I got a chance to say it, more things, left to the endless space. ...There was-no one else, I felt that strongly about, a soul-mate of the seas, could really only say. Promised me we'd get to my destination of my former-origins so-early on, made my dream's inked on his own sleeve, he was a different-type of cat, no pun-intended. See... When we got on the right-pace, all-things-aligned, I never felt like I wasn't at home." He empathized every-memory so fondly and vividly. "I did a lot of damage to him, we've our past, never out of disdain, hatred-made. His commitments and expectations placed on himself were deeper than ravines, those scars-any saw him with. Was type of guy, who never met any diversity or challenge too big for him. Even marooned, castaway, left on land, forced to survive and thrive. He always recovered the meaning to breathe, and taught others how too as well. As you've seen today... All that's, possibly, left now." "Rest ever Free." "Captain Of These Seas." An-arrow was emitted from springing bow-string for the last-blaze, as the ship was left to go burning, on and on, in lovely-blues, to hopefully find peace, the discovery he desired to always seek.

[cyndalyssa]

Good morning, Orko! Are you ready to seize the day?

Oh, right.

Well, let's see how he'll handle things while powerless.

Thing I wanted to show in an earlier post but it took away from the focus of the scene: the fact that the table normally floats pretty high and Gark normally eats underneath Montork and Orko. You can see why.

*Edim-He = Man of Power in Trollan.

Oh, Orko, you sweet summer child.

"That's a loooooong way down."

At least the view from his island is nice.

Later that evening...

Well, it ain't called the Oracle Ring for nothing. Still, the idea of Orko developing psychic powers can either be hilarious or horrifying.

Let's see how his first try goes, he needs some reassurance that the Unnamed Order isn't going to kill him while he's powerless.

Um... ouch.

Okay, good night, Orko.

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Part of the reason this took so long was due to me figuring out the ins and outs of Montork's house. You don't see everything (just the front room/kitchen, part of Orko's room, and the backyard), but I do have an idea of how this house works. Hope to show Montork's room/library soon.

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[the-last-dillpickle]

Gotta admit. I do not understand fandom's obsession with men having limp ass long hair tied back in a ponytail or whatever