#––– ❛ interactions 【 ingvar ; riiese. 】

[wiedzm1n]

@riiese   said   :   ❛ i could keep you safe. they are all afraid of me. ❜

it  was  funny  in  a  way  that  was  strangely  touching  at  the  very  same  time.  the  witcher  found  himself  making  a  study  of  the  one  spoke,  bending  his  neck  back  and  staring  into  the  clouds  in  order  to  do  so.  he  appeared  to  be  humanoid,  but  no  man  that  geralt  ever  saw  had  been  so  tall.  no  man  had  any  right  to  be  as  tall  as  the  trees  around  him,  anyway.

dangerous  —  deathly  dangerous,  geralt  instinctively  cautioned  himself.  but  when the  giant  had  offered  to  keep  him  safe,  geralt  was  even  more taken  aback.

❝      that’s  funny,       ❞       he  noted  with  a  chuckle,  motioning  towards  the  silver  blade  across  his  back.  not  only  did  geralt  not  have  enough  time  to  unsheathe  it,  but  he  was  beginning  to  believe  that  doing  so  would  have  proven  unnecessary.      ❝       they  all  fear  me  too.  all  of  the  ones  intelligent  enough  to  do  so,  but  i  suppose  that’s  their  business  if  they  would  like  to  find  out  just  how  vulnerable  i’m  not.  but  thank  you,  friend,  i  do  appreciate  the  offer.       ❞

[wildlcck]

INGVAR (@riiese):

"You killed them all, didn't you?"

Not that Ingvar is negatively judging — however; someone must bury the bodies. Evil men or no, they do not deserve to be picked clean by scavengers.

❛ yep. an' i'd just as soon do it all over again. i'm just gettin' started, too. these fuckers, they're like ants: once you stamp out a whole bunch o' them, another lot springs right up in their place. but, i've always bin good at dealin' with pests. i ain't never come across a bug or a rat that could outrun me. an' there ain't nowhere on this earth big or small enough where them bastards can run or hide from me. i'll catch up to 'em... sooner or later. ❜ her narrowed, faraway gaze finally settles on ingvar; she has to look twice- just to make sure her eyes aren't deceiving her. ❛ well, ain't you somethin'? what'd your mama wean you on- mountains? ❜

[fereldensheroesa]

@riiese liked for a Jaskier.

"It's curious, you know. Feeling my age. That's not something that's happened before." He knew he certainly didn't look his age. He hadn't in a decade or so, but he could feel it. Gods, could he. "I don't like it."

[bluepinetree12]

"I am believing... This is being thine. Er— yours."

The Journal, which very well should have gone tumbling off the cliff if only the giant weren't there to catch it, was held out to the lad. Perhaps this was the blessing, and the curse, of Gravity Falls: being chased, or assisted, by creatures which well and truly should not have existed anywhere else.

"You are being... most lucky, not to have been falling with it."

Dipper glanced at him, blinking for a few seconds, all the while trying to formulate a coherent thought. Before eventually speaking up.

"Thanks, I forgot where I had put it! I don't think we've met Mr... eh what's your name? And yeah you're right about that, if it got into the wrong hands, well the consequences would be utterly dire. I appreciate you returning it to me."

[countlessrealities]

Despite what many people tended to think, Mabel wasn't dull or superficial by any means. She was young, a little naive, hyperactive and easily easy to distraction...perhaps a little more than most teens her age. She often acted and spoke without thinking, missed and forgot details without realising.

It wasn't because she didn't care or because she wasn't emphatic enough. At times, her mind simply ran too fast for her to keep up.

So, at first, when Ingvar merely used his head to answer her, the true meanings of his gestures were lost on her. Once he spoke up, however, the girl seemed to instantly catch on.

He didn't have a home, a place, literal or metaphorical, where to feel safe or belong. It made her sad.

"Yeah, you can say that. I guess it's why we say that you feel at home somewhere or with someone," she mused after a moment, sounding much less subdue than she had until then. "It's...a nice feeling. I hope that you'll get to find it too, soon."

Then she shook her head, as to physically chase away the gloominess, and she beamed up at the giant.

"In the meanwhile, as your friend, I can be your temporary home!"

Ingvar shook his head. She didn't understand — he may have occupied it, but it didn't belong to him. It was simply in his mind a place he was borrowing for now. Perhaps continuing to speak his mind as to why it was not his would be futile, however, and so he found himself nodding — not because he agreed, but because he would prefer to change the subject. If calling out his cave made her feel better, then he supposed he could oblige — even if it was untrue.

Furthermore, he didn't know how long an hour was, nor what a bus was, but twelve of anything was quite a few, and he therefore could only deduce twelve hours was a long time. But that wasn't her home — her twin, her brother, was. How strange. And yet, it made some sense.

"I am supposing what you say is making sense. Home... is not physical place, but... feeling, hrm? Place... where you are belonging?"

He looked down at his own boots. "It is place I am resting my head, for now, I am supposing, but... it is not home. Surely ... surely, you are understanding? ... Perhaps, some-how, some-day, I... shall be having and knowing home."

[pushspacetocontinue]

💌

((Ingvar and Hilda from @riiese are both really great OCs too. I just love Marker's take on the type of giant Ingvar is and how he interacts with other muses who are smaller and also strangers, and how he is cautious but really doesn't want to do harm and all the worldbuilding they've done too. I've not done a thread with Hilda yet but I love how plucky she is.))

[necropclis]

@riiese interacted for a starter with Mabel && Ingvar

⚰︎🦇  ݁  ˖ִ  ࣪  Gravity  Falls  was  a  quiet  and  odd  town.  However,  it  beat  staying  home  all  summer  long.  However,  it  wasn’t  all  bad  ;  she  made  new  friends,  she  won  a  pig  and  named  it  Waddles  and  she  got  to  spend  more  time  with  her  brother.

 ⚰︎🦇  ݁  ˖ִ  ࣪  As  the  day  ended,  dusk  slowly  fell  upon  this  warm  summers  day  and  the  fireflies  danced  along  to  the  crickets  songs.  Mabel  couldn’t  help  but  yearn  to  dance  along.  Although  her  only  issue  now  was  for  her  to  sneak  out  without  getting  caught.  She  knew  her  Grunkle  wouldn’t  mind  but,  she  wanted  to  make  it  a  stealth  mission.

 ⚰︎🦇  ݁  ˖ִ  ࣪  As  the  girl  crept  slowly  down  the  stairs,  the  crickets  songs  became  louder.  It  was  a  sweet  symphony  that  and  one  that  reminder  of  days  gone.  Finally  she  opened  the  door  to  make  her  grand  escape  and  once  she  did  a  smile  came  across  her  face,  it  was  just  as  bright  as  the  fireflies.  All  was  right  in  the  world.

 ⚰︎🦇  ݁  ˖ִ  ࣪  However,  there  was  a  new  yearning  upon  her.  She  wanted  to  go  deeper  in  the  woods,  she  knew  how  dangerous  things  could  be  at  night  but  that  didn’t  stop  her.  As  she  aimlessly  wondered  the  woods  she  could  hear  some  noise  from  beside  the  stream.  It  was  humming  and  it  was  just  a  beautiful  as  the  tunes  the  crickets  played.

 ⚰︎🦇  ݁  ˖ִ  ࣪  As  she  got  closer  to  the  humming,  her  eyes  lit  up  once  she  saw  who  was  behind  such  the  beautiful  sound.  It  was  Ingvar.  As  she  continued  to  listen  to  his  song.  She  ended  up  stepping  on  a  tree  branch,  this  made  her  froze  in  place  as  she  waited  for  what  happened  next.

[houseflyy]

What are some good blogs you'd recommend?

well my initial answer is every mutual i have! all blogs is good. :) but i'll also namedrop a couple for you.

@ableplay just got off the ground with a really neat original universe and characters. it's inspired by indie works that are popular right now like w.elcome h.ome and a.mazing d.igital c.ircus and, like those, has a great cast with a lot of potential and unsettling undertones beneath the cheery aesthetic. there are so many mysteries to it! i'm excited to see how it develops and where the storyline goes.

@chainsxwsmile will make you fall in love with bruce from f.inding n.emo more than you might think is possible, taking a character with only so much screen time and making him their own to such a point that i cannot imagine him being written by anyone else. they integrate him into other universes seamlessly, whether that involves developing upon an existing concept like with their t.olkien verse or establishing something entirely new like their cetea species. plus they have a ton of biology knowledge that supports their work, which i admire; i'm always learning new things from them!

@riiese is another blog with an original universe and lore and characters that are all so great. their leading pair of muses, ingvar and hilda, have a strong, compelling friendship and they're both incredibly sympathetic and likable. and it's important that you know that the former is giant, like, a literal 30-foot tall giant, and that lends toward a ton of creative scenarios and dynamics and forces you to think a lot differently (in a good way!) about how an interaction will play out. pair all this with a lovely, distinct writing style/language that captures the feel of fairytales and fantasy that they're inspired by.

@dethqveen has one of the most complex original characters i’ve seen in the rpc and doesn't hold back on writing heavy and nuanced topics and themes. their muse eerie brings a valued perspective to the community and, put simply, is an unapologetic badass. there are almost always some antics on the dash with them that are a lot of fun. and they're creating a webcomic with eerie as the protagonist, which is really cool; how many blogs can you say that about?

if nothing else, check out everyone's art! so many roleplayers are great artists on top of being great writers because people can be so multi-talented like that. hope this helps!

[hxzelwallflower]

Ik they haven't interacted a ton, but. 🕯️ for Ingvar?

@riiese asked: send me "🕯️" to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

���❝ He's seems harmless . Granted I'm not sure what counts as normal for these guys , but if the birds like him then I guess it's okay . So long as he doesn't venture too close to my house . ❞

[wiedzm1n]

@riiese  said  :  ❝   i  wish  that  I  could  be  getting  rid  of  my  scars.   they  are  simply....  reminders...  of  everything  which  I  am  wishing  to  forget.   ❞

The  scar  upon  his  face,  most  of  all.

here  he  was,  talking  about  scars  with  a  look  of  deep  regret  and  embarrassment  written  plainly  across  his  marked  face  —  to  geralt,  the  infamous  white  wolf,  the  butcher  of  blaviken.  heh.amusing.  instead  of  reacting  in  a  way  that  indicated  he  was  taking  offense,  he  remembered  quickly  previous  altercations  with  the  gentle  giant  ingvar  of  someplace.  but  he  wouldn’t  mean  to  offend  anyone,  geralt  would  easily  wager.  in  fact,  he  would  probably  be  mortified  to  learn  that  he  had.

instead,  he  quickly  abandoned  his  childishly  idiotic  offense,  and  replace  it  with  a  more  inquiring  look  as  he  stared  at  the  giant.

❝  why?   ❞   the  witcher  asks,  thoughtfully  scratching  his  beard  covered  chin.  bad  memories,  most  likely.  it  didn’t  take  him  long  to  realize  that  was  a  stupid  question.

❝   i  get  that  you  can’t  obtain  scars  like  that  in  a  pleasant  way.  mine  weren’t.  do  you  think  i  want  to  fondly  reminisce  about  the  striga  who  almost  sliced  my  neck  to  the  bone  with  her  talons?  no,  i  would  much  rather  look  at  it  and  remember  the  princess  she  became  once  i  undid  the  curse  that  changed  her.   ❞   or  the  level  of  joy  and  relief  on  foltest’s  face  after  receiving  his  daughter  back  in  her  true  form.  instead  of  me  killing  her  for  the  monster  she  had  been  cursed  to  become.  geralt  only  shook  his  head.   ❝  scars  tell  a  lot  about  a  person.  much  more  than  words  have  the  power  of  doing.  it  all  depends  on  how  you  look  get  them.   ❞

❝  besides,   ❞   he  grinned  now,  motioning  to  the  scar  on  his  own  eye,   ❝  you  can  rest  assured  knowing  that  you’re  not  the  only  ugly  guy  in  the  continent.   ❞

[nostomannia]

OOC symbol meme || @riiese

❊ I want to roleplay with you + ✪ You seem like a cool person!

Right back at you! Hilda and Ingvar are really interesting by what I've seen so far, and I do have an ask from you I need to answer. Plus, I have enjoyed the interactions we've had ooc.

[beneaththedunes]

ㅤAfter long hesitation, and with extreme care, the beast placed his paw on her hand and accepted her help. His fur was already sand-filled from travelling, he dusted himself anyhow — perhaps more for his pride than anything else.

He let himself take in her height, until it was too much for him to bear. He prefered to look at his wagon, rubbing the beardish part of his mane. Contemplating his supplies, yes, and even observing how far until the wheels needed exchanging. 

❝ Bertha, ❞ he gave a polite nod. Despite his worry, something told him she wasn't like the towering celestial beings from the North; enemies to beasts (though he had a fondness for those of them he had managed to befriend).

Alas, curiosity wasn't as innate for him as it was for others of his kind; natural seekers of what was new, answer-finders. Masked One broke the frightened tension in his joints to lumber over to his wagon, pointedly keeping clear of Bertha's path.

❝ I will ... let you on your way. ❞

This beast-man reminded Bertha of little Ingvar — soft-spoken, timid, and yet deceptively ferocious-looking. Part of her felt bad that he had fallen over right onto his bottom — the other wanted to laugh. The part that wanted to laugh won out, hence she chuckled. Not all terrible manners, however, she offered a hand that he could use to pull himself up, should he wish to do so. (Perhaps little Ingvar was right upon one thing — little folk disliked being picked up, and would much prefer a choice, agency.)

"Sir lion," she grinned, "of the lion tribe of Sendarykal...! What great honor it is to be meeting of you. I am known as Bertha of the giants."

[thekingswench]

closed starter for @riiese

Bertilak raises a blond brow, a small, bemused smile curving the corner of his mouth upward. While the lord had certainly been surprises to stumble across a giant, and so close to his home, he did not think he was something that he was not.

"If I am to think you are something, should I not think of you as you are, friend? A giant?" Otherwise, who else would this creature be? The lord shifts on his feet, relaxing the axe that had, previously, been in hand against a fallen oak.

"I see your mark," he says, gesturing to his own cheek, "but out here we are many things. I shan't fault you for a scar." Though he was certainly curious, and had heard the rumors, there were rumors about Bertilak himself.

After all, the whispers at court were that he, too, was a giant. Or, rather, half of one.

[strifeincarnate]

💕💕💕

��  *  ―  let’s bring some more positivity to the rpc by brightening someone’s day ! anonymously or not, send 💕 or ( ‘HEART’ ) for me to randomly pick one of my mutuals and write at least two things about why i love seeing them on my dash, writing with them, talking to them, etc.

@shagadelicswinger is another blog that I adore. There aren't many people I know that could bring Austin Powers to life and do it so flawlessly without making him into a parody or creepy. Eris and Austin are honestly adorable together and a completely unexpected favorite of mine. The mun is an absolute gem too and is so fun to have late night talks with. Mun also might be my long lost twin.

Okay I also have to give a shoutout to @errantwish because the amount of effort they put into their muses is phenomenal and the fact that they are more obscure muses makes them that more interesting to me. The mun is also one of the most kind and supportive people I have met, and I definitely think they deserve more recognition.

This one is kind of a cheat but who cares I'm shouting out to @riiese as well because I love Hilda and Ingvar. They are well written and have their own distinct voice, and I'm really anxious to see more of how our characters interact and what kind of trouble they can get themselves into.

[four-4-dream-land]

Some silly sketchbook doodles I drew of Cupid Kirby handing out chocolate/candy/dog treat hearts to various other muses for Valentine's Day.

Top left: @specter-siblings (Phobia, Ghostbusters OC)

Top right: @xscoobysnacks (Scooby + Shaggy, Scooby-Doo)

Center left: @statichidden (Mono, Little Nightmares 2)

Middle: @riiese (Ingvar, fandomless OC)

Center right: @rxtroskull (Poison Mushroom Cookie, Cookie Run)

Bottom left: @randomeeveelutions (Rind, Pokemon OC)

Bottom right: @feralgalaxy (Galacta Knight, Kirby)

I know this isn't all of my mutuals, and some of them haven't even had a chance to interact with my muses yet, but it started to turn into a challenge to see if I could even draw some of these characters. Pretty much everyone here that isn't a Kirby character is a first attempt for me. I'm actually kinda shocked at how well it turned out...

Kirby doesn't know much about romantic love, but he loves his friends!!!

[thekingswench]

riiese-archive​:

Ingvar had just about a million more questions buzzing through his head like flies around fruit. (Why was this lord so kind to him? What had he done to deserve such kindness? Why didn’t he see how generous he was being?) But none of them would get their answer, not yet. Not until…

“Tomorrow?”

The word was hardly uttered before the man mounted his horse; to his feet Ingvar hurried, and allowed Bertilak to lead him. One sleep before an answer would not be so bad, surely— one safe sleep for the first time in Goddess knew how long.

@riiese​

“Yes, tomorrow,” Bertilak calls over his shoulder. He knew it was, perhaps, a bit unfair. This creature knew not who he was, nor what his role was here in this place. But he was tired and time was already on his side here. There would be answers, but they would come later.

“A safe sleep and a meal, a place to be warm. That is all the answer you get for the day. I hope that is enough.”

"Welcome...? I am...?"

The giant's beard parted as though he were going to say something else, some question of why on the Goddess' green earth he was being so kind to a stranger, and a giant at that, only for the lips to soundlessly come back together. He knelt upon the ground, and bowed his head low, nearly prostrating.

"Most kind, you are," he stated, practically breathless from sheer surprise, "and— o, Goddess, generous. I..." He finally lifted his head and trunk from their bow, and looked the lord in the eyes— or, rather, the face. "How may I to you be repaying of this kindness? I... I am having no money, for I am being no human, but.. surely, there must be being something I may be doing."

Such words he knew were dangerous, lest he may be bound into an agreement he could not keep. But he could not so much as imagine anything of that sort at present! How could he; his every fear had all been chased off masterfully by this man. It all felt like a wonderful dream he horribly hoped he'd never have to awaken from. Normally his mind would be shouting at him that this was surely a trap, too good to be true, and yet, there was absolutely nothing normal about this, nothing normal at all.