#gargoyle even

[just-an-artsy-adam]

I drew this bat monster for no other reason than wanting to draw something with a dick

[egophiliac]

NEW BIRTHDAY THEME IS OUT!!!!!!!!!!!

BIRTHDAY SLUMBER PARTY, HERE WE COME

I think the theme is more loungewear than straight-up pajamas, but hey, I'm not complaining! (and -- look, we still have the groovies, I'm not giving up hope for animal kigurumi until I gotta)

[diceverses]

First entry for Stanuary and also a fanart for @detectivejigsawpines ‘s incredible fic Nothing More than Feelings with Hope, Fantasy, and Stubbornness celebrating being less depressed in the mindscape! Fantasy was not described but I imagined him as baby Stan in a pirate bandana. Hope I did your characters justice!

[little-pondhead]

The Curse Of Hope

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Danny is in another universe. He had a reason, but he doesn’t remember anymore. He can only stare, horrified and disgusted, at the sickest city spirit he’s ever seen. Shivering and swaying with every step, core exposed, and ectoplasm leaking from wounds that are decades old. A ratty blanket was thrown over their shoulders, barely hiding the spirit’s pale grey skin and protruding black bones.

The spirit didn’t even sense him until he reached out to touch its wispy shoulders. The spirit flinched, clutching at the dozens of trinkets hanging from their neck and tucking in on themselves like they were expecting a blow.

“Oh, shit,” He swore, floating back a few feet, hands in the air, to show he meant no harm. “I’m sorry. I promise, I’m not here to steal from you.” The spirit shivered again and rolled a pearl necklace in between their fingers. A nervous habit. “Uh, I like that pocket watch? It’s very nice.”

That got their attention. They peeked at Danny, and he saw that more tattered cloth was covering their eyes, blending in with the stringy hair that reached the ground. Their blanket fluttered weakly, revealing hundreds of thousands of tiny marks etched into their skin. Scars, really. Scars that wrote out curse after curse onto the spirit’s very being. They burned with evil intent, and even reached inside the spirit’s body and wrapped around their core.

Occasionally, blinding specks of color raced across their body, temporarily erasing the writing, but it always returned quickly. He watched, a little detached, as one particular line rewrote itself across their rough forearm, drawing fresh ectoplasm like someone was writing it with a thin knife.

“Are you…alright?” Danny stuttered. A stupid question.

The spirit cocked its head. He couldn’t see their eyes, but he felt their burning gaze as they pondered the question.

“The pain of others becomes mine own.” They rasped. “The lights of the city dim as rotten wealth clogs mine veins. Magicks long forgotten have eaten mine skins, pulled mine cloak, and darkened mine skies. Helios has refused to grace mine doorstep, and the seasons of the Earth have revoked their kindness.”

Danny held his breath. It felt like he was the one with the exposed core, not the spirit.

The spirit shivered once more. “Tell mine soul, little lamb. How could this Forsaken City know peace, when it was long since ripped from mine hands?”

Shit, he needed Frostbite. And maybe Clockwork. Now.

-Or-

Danny meets the spirit of Gotham City. The villains and rogues that have plagued the city for decades are literal curses that are taking quite the toll on Gotham, and honestly, Danny isn’t sure how much longer they can hold out. The heroes seem to be doing some help, and are probably the reason Gotham made it this far, but the poor city needs help from the Realms if they want to get better.

Luckily, Danny can provide that help.

But only if he could get Gotham to leave their city behind. Because recovery is going to take a very long time.

[galehowl]

there he is, the asshole

[vialae]

Really enjoy the idea that as Gortash and Durge’s relationship progresses over however long, Gortash gets more and more used to Durge’s lurking and hiding in dark corners, and as a result it becomes more and more difficult to make him jump.

Like at the beginning of meeting and working together, Gortash’s head is on a swivel as he keeps wondering when that serial killer will seemingly appear out of nowhere once more.

But then like several years into it, he is strolling into his office which seems to be empty, but then he starts talking very conversationally at full volume about how they should now be moving on to the next part of the plan, knowing full well that a voice is going to respond from the darkest recesses of the room where you can see at most a pair of glowing eyes.

[angeart]

grian for the assassin au

[leftski-art]

Finally getting around to sharing my character for a Pathfinder campaign I'm currently part of!

He's a Gargoyle Bloodrager who drowned at sea and was later resurrected by the goddess who resides within it to act as her emissary

[servicereward]

Buena Vista Style Guide, Disney's Gargoyles (1994)

Size Comparison & Color Callouts

[toadalled]

Gargoyle-presenting nipples

[immanuelcouldnt]

👑

[barksbog]

Kork hours

[lambergeier]

what’ve we been up to lately? me and the wife? yeah we’ve been making jokes about how much dick grayson fucks older men. yeah like the robin guy

[blueberrygorilla]

I FINALLY GOT ALL OF THEM AND PUT THEM UP

God Bronx, Broadway, and the Steel clan have to be my top faves figure wise. I have a little mason jar to keep all the accessories in, gonna need a bigger one to fit the rest

[special-mooon]

‼️Gargoyle Studies Club base card‼️

[bambiraptorx]

drew another thing for GMTT lol