#manhattanclantechie

[thesylverlining]

I was thinking a lot about your AtlA!Gargoyles AU idea, but I just...did you ever think of a w.i.t.c.h.!Gagoyles AU??? (I mean, you know, Greg Weisman and all) with Elisa as the keepers of the Heart of Kandrakar? It is almost the same just with a strengthened bond between the Garoglyes and her. Buuut they would be kinda overpowered if they were the only "benders"...I still want all of it. #randomASSmessageover

Oh dang, that sounds super neat. I don’t remember much about W.I.T.C.H., but I do recall that it was super good and loving it. I should watch it again (or find the comics).

[thesylverlining]

Flat colors of my version of manhattanclantechie's art! :3 This was really therapeutic and relaxing. Except when I forgot whose tail/wing was whose and colored them wrong. That happened multiple times.

Next, shading/highlighting, favorite part. :D I like to think Lex is playing the original purple Gameboy Color I had as a child. Probably Legend of Zelda or something. Nerd baby.

[sarcasmandleatherjackets]

♣ , ☺ , ☮ ,

questions about your character.

♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general)

Brooklyn finds that his secret love for operas and ballets often embarrass him, his brothers certainly embarrass him over small things certainly (like most siblings), and the fact that he’s not one of the strongest in his Clan also shames him just a bit. 

☺ - Do they prefer sour or sweet treats?

Sweets are one of his biggest weaknesses…for jalapena’s sake he kissed a girl on the mouth because she ate the last of his ice cream cone and he wanted the last taste of it with the cone flakes and ice cream flavor.

☮- Do they have an idol or someone they look up to?

He feels a lot of respect for the elders of the Clan including Hudson and Goliath, taking what they say into consideration greatly. 

[manhattanclantechie]

[[so yeah, I'm back~ wrapped up most of my threads, because they weren't smutty enough for me. I mean why would I chose a gay character if I don't get into some shipping. Staghart was fun for a while, but not that he is gone, I need some new material. Probably going to start with some TMI tuesday memes to give you a taste of whats to come~]]

[thesylverlining]

Jeans By Day

[[An AU drabble for ManhattanClanTechie. The human-by-day Trio’s first day out. It’s not as exciting as Ferris’ so far.]]

Brooklyn can’t stop touching his face. It’s flat and soft and nothing’s where it’s supposed to be; his hand ghosts over his cartilage nose and warm lips like a nervous poker players’ tell over a losing hand.

He lounges with his eyes half out of focus, staring at the soft, pink knees sticking through the rips in the American blue jeans he’d wanted since they first woke up from a very long nap. It was the parts of him he could see that kept grabbing his attention. He doesn’t miss his tail or wings nearly as much as he thought he would - the idea of being wingless, intellectually is terrifying, but when there’s an entire world in front of him to see and feel (he swears his skin is at least twice as sensitive to every breeze) it’s easy to forget the things that should be behind him.

It was a mistake to go to the library first. They’d rock-paper-scissored with their new hands, and Broadway must have been due for some luck, because they agreed to walk through the front door of the library in bright, squint-inducing daylight like they’d never been able to before. Brooklyn grumbled a little, but how long could his brother stay amused by books when there was an entire new, bright, warm dimension for them to explore?

Too long, as it turned out. Upon seeing the shelves upon shelves of stories, it seemed like Broadway might (appropriately) break into a song and dance number, but his excitement soon gave way to quiet focus as his world simultaneously shrank to the space between his nose and the hardcover spine, and grew to contain a century’s lost time.

His first day of passing freedom, blending in, walking around like any other anonymous human, and he was spending it surrounded by moldy books and shushing librarians. He tapped his soft fingernails on his knee and looked over to see if his brothers were done yet, for crap’s sake.

Brooklyn thought Lexington might have been some help in hurrying him along after the second hour, but when he looked for support from his still-smaller brother, he didn’t find it. Instead, Lex had commandeered one of the public laptops, and leaned comfortably back-to-back against Broadway, just as much in his own world.

"Really? This is our first day out on the town?" Brooklyn grumped, stretching out one foot to nudge at Lex.

"Hey, he won fair and square." Lexington popped one bud out of his ears that still stuck out, pixie-like, from his bald head. Behind him, Broadway smiled at a private joke between him and his book.

"Uh-huh, and so did you."

"Not my fault if the library gets way faster wi-fi than us."

"Which is why you didn’t back me up when I suggested… anything but this. You guys could’ve done this at home!"

"Yeah, but it’s different like this. It’s different being out. Even being bored is better when it’s out here."

"Speak for yourself," Brooklyn mumbled, as an irritated human shuffled by them, shushing him.

"Just lemme finish this chapter," Broadway said quietly, the only one to show proper library etiquette. "Then we can go do… whatever you wanna do."

He’d been promising that for the past 40 minutes. Brooklyn couldn’t see any outcome other than the current book being read and loved cover-to-cover, and them leaving with a card and a small mountain more.

"You could always read a book or something." Lex smirked over the laptop’s monitor, and Brooklyn shot him a mocking face in return. "Maybe they’ve got some on how to ride a motorcycle without destroying it."

Maybe it was the sun in his eyes, but he just couldn’t think of a comeback.

Finding nothing to be gained here, Brooklyn looked out at the sun streaming in through the floor-length windows. He stood up and stepped into the flood of yellow light, turning his back so he could feel it on his skin without the glare. His turn would be more exciting, but he didn’t relish the thought of going back into the daylight that still hurt his unaccustomed eyes.

Soon he’d make use of his newfound freedom, and show them how finding a good time was done. But first, he’d buy them all shades.

[thesylverlining]

I had a dream that I was a Pokemon trainer and Brooklyn from gargoyles was my starter Pokemon - I mean he looks like a charmeleon - and his stats were SO GOOD and we were just destroying everything. And then I decided the best thing to do was to breed him with my caterpie, because clearly their caterpie-gargoyle offspring would be the most powerful Pokemon ever

And so I put them both in the daycare center

But then I got this ERROR MESSAGE, that said I couldn’t breed any Pokemon that weighed 0.00 because that breaks the laws of physics, and this caterpie did which was totally a game glitch. And I’m like really, laws of physics in a Pokemon gargoyles crossover?

But anyway, I was forced to release the impossibly tiny caterpie. And Brooklyn was just so heartbroken by this that he just sulked and cried and refused to be my prize starter Pokemon anymore. He traded in our dreams of the indigo plateau for mourning his love, the caterpie.

My last thought before waking was ‘well fine, guess I’ll just go catch a Broadway.’

[sarcasmandleatherjackets]

"That’s not how you use it…"

Send my muse one of the following to see how they react

"Well it’s doing the thing I wanted it to do." Brooklyn stood back with arms crossed against his chest at the sight of the burning tiny fires around. So perhaps it wasn’t his best idea but those cyborg spiders Sevarius created were dead…with the help of a rather updated hairdryer.

It was best not to ask questions.

[thehatstayson]

Moving to Manhattan || Gargoyle AU

It had been time to move on. The rest of his clan was gone; he was the last one within the small town of Peach Creek. He sat on the edge of the library, staring out over the town from the historic building. He nervously twisted the ring on his right hand and shifted again. He couldn’t stay here; the town didn’t need him to look after them anymore.

Rumor had it of a clan up in Manhattan. It was a far way away, almost the opposite side of the country in fact. He was all the way in Nevada after all. His only chance was the ring. He had used it before, plenty of times in fact, but never that far. He climbed from the edge and walked to the attic of the library where his clan used to live. He looked around, sadness flooding him as he walked through the now empty area. He sat down at his desk, piled high with books that he had borrowed from the library. He had to return them before he left or at least leave some money behind for the ones he wanted to take.

He already had the ones he wanted set aside so he brought books by the pile back down stairs were the librarians would find them. When he returned to his lair, he had to sit down as the waves of sadness crashed into him. Placing clawed hands over his face he cried.

Pulling himself together, he packed up his things. He packed a large and old green coat, an item that his best friend Ed used to wear. He packed the chain his friend Eddy wore as a belt. He packed books and food as well, already wearing all the clothing he owned, a torn pair of purple jeans. He had everything packed in a large, very old leather duffle bag. He couldn’t wait any longer. He rolled up his bedroll and tied it to his duffle bag. Slinging the bag over his shoulder, he had to be careful of his wings. He placed the strap between his wings so it would be comfortable.

He held out his hand, the onyx stone on his ring glowing black as he swung his hand in a circle in front of him, his mind focusing on a place he wanted to go. Once the circle was complete, a portal appeared and a rooftop appeared before him. Taking a deep breath, he pulled on the long green coat and pulled down the black and white striped beanie on his head and over the brow ridges on his forehead and stepped in. He turned and closed the portal by grabbing the edges and pulling them together, closing the portal.

The Gargoyle found himself on a rooftop looking over a large city. He was so light headed, the energy he needed to do a portal that far had taken a lot out of him. He sat heavily down and rubbed his temples through his hat. Maybe he could find a place to stay to recover until he found the clan said to be here.