#( riiese )

[therosepetalrps]

🌼🌿 @riiese 🌿🌼

independent, selective, and mutuals-only 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗬 𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦; Ingvar the giant and Hilda the runaway. written by 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗘𝗥, any pronouns & 25+

❝ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ yᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴇᴡ — ꜱᴏ yᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ — yᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, "ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ, ᴛᴇʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ. ᴡʜᴇɴ yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ, ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ᴛᴀʟ�� ᴍᴏʀᴇ" — ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ, ꜱᴏ ᴡᴇ ᴛ��ᴏᴋ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛᴜʀɴꜱ — ᴛᴏ ᴍy ꜱᴜʀᴩʀɪꜱᴇ, ᴡᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍy ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ❞

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 🌼 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 🌼 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 🌼 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒 🌼 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 🌼 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒

❝ ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ yᴏᴜ, ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ — ᴏʜ, ɪᴛ ꜱᴜɪᴛꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ — yᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, "ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ, ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ. yᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ? ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ yᴏᴜʀꜱ" — ᴏʜ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴅɪᴅ yᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅ? — ᴀ ᴩʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴩᴇ ɪꜱ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ❞

[storybounded]

For @riiese !!! Giant b o i Ingvar!!

[reedraws]

The wonderful Ingvar and the incredible Hilda for @markershub, you are just fantastic! Thank you for letting me draw two of my favorite characters together. I hope you have a great day!

❃❀✿ commissions / Ko-Fi / Store ✿❀❃

[maaskuline]

HC: if Johnny were in the modern era he would definitely look up to Goku Dragonball because. C'mon. Look at his muscles

THAT'S SO WILD BC I LITERALLY JUST HAD THIS EXACT THOUGHT YESTERDAY OMG, you literally read my mind. i'm pretty sure Dragon Ball came out before Johnny Bravo too, so shoot even if he WEREN'T in the modern era he could likely still look up to him. and even more so if i ever happen to run into a Goku rp'er (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PL

it's especially funny to think about for me bc, my brother is a HUGE Dragon Ball fan, and Johnny even kinda reminds me of him. though my brother has always been more of a Gohan fanboy himself

[timeclipsed]

👑 hear me out — I feel like you could write a great Eggman

SEND ME 👑 + A CHARACTER NAME OF A CHARACTER YOU THINK I SHOULD WRITE !  (status — accepting!) 

WOULD I: YES / MAYBE / NO

HAVE I EVER BEFORE: YES (I do currently!) / NO 

ICON & WRITING SAMPLE (IF YES TO EITHER PREV. QUESTION):

❝You've a moment to listen to a poor grandfather's tale of woe, don't you? Oh, please, I promise I'm no burden in my old age.❞

— ;; SHOULDERS, WRAPPED WITH OLD WOOL from a ratty jacket, slag to meet the way ovular spectacles drop so naturally to the bridge of his nose, a pair of woeful eyes meeting the gaze of the skeptical stranger.

❝My beloved grandsons were taken from me during the night by a horrible, terrible man. The older one is so very sick, and I fear the lack of proper treatment may claim his little life any day now...! I just want them home again, before this frail old body gets too much to bear. Here's their photo... if you see either of them, you will let me know...❞

❝Won't you?❞

[5mind]

(🚬) My muse catches your muse doing late night smoking. [Antares catching Ingvar, maybe?]

(🚬) My muse catches your muse doing late night smoking.

It's the dead of the night and Antares was working a nightshift (as he was required to do on occassion). It's nothing exciting tonight though, just setting things in the cover of the night and keeping watch for anything that may be out of the ordinary.

And here was something he didn't see every day - a man larger than any human man should get. And yet , he looked rather human in the features, didn't he?

But right now, he was on break. And he had walked away from where he'd been stationed to get himself a snack. He really didn't feel like reporting this right away.

Antares cleared his throat loudly in an attempt at getting the giant's attention.

"Hey...uh... I know this isn't really a no-smoking zone but..can you like, move somewhere else?"

[stcries]

well that was certainly odd, she'd had sworn this tree was knocked down just a few days ago. normally it wouldn't be a problem, with all the crazy happenings in this town, honestly this pales in comparison to some of the stuff she's seen. but no, she had to get tangled up in this since her father was throwing a hissy fit over it. well, he certainly was passionate about his craft, that's for sure. oh well, it'll be a big hassle to cut it down again, but hey, that's what the corduroy's were for!

↳  starter call. @riiese

[green-eyed-prophet]

"You... are liking the animals very much also, hmm?" -Ingvar :> because he may like birds a whole lot but i think he would also find Bruno's rats really neat

As inconvenient and distressing as his visions of the future often were, there were certain, infrequent times where Bruno found himself lamenting the lack of a vision to precede an event rather than the presence of one.

This seemed to be one of those times.

Sure, an actual, honest-to-God giant wasn't anything he would've thought to deliberately call upon the future to look for, but it really would've been nice for his gift to have provided him with a more involuntary glimpse of it, or at the very least one of those strange gut feelings that something big (...literally, he supposed) was about to happen-- because now he found himself standing here, in the middle of the woods, all alone and completely unprepared for it.

The gentle rumble of Ingvar's voice, which had sounded from behind just moments ago, had made him jump, which in turn had sent the rat he had been stroking in his lap scrambling into the fabric of his ruana for cover. Upon pulling himself to his feet, he had turned around to be met with the sight of the humanlike figure, as tall and ominous as the mountains that surrounded the Encanto, towering over him.

Dios mío.

He stood there, muscles stiff and hazel eyes wide with a fear not unlike that of a prey animal cornered by a hungry predator. A long silence hung in the air, and one might've expected it to have eventually been broken by a scream and footsteps hurrying off in the opposite direction-- but Bruno was finally able to open his mouth and--

"...Oh." he said dumbly, blinking once up at Ingvar. "...You're... You're tall."

Understatement of the century. he only thought afterwards, but in the moment the sheer size of the creature standing before him was the only thing his mind could seem to reasonably comprehend.

[corcnaiism]

───※ ·❆· ※─── " can i be helping you with that ? " : ingvar - @riiese

the  sudden  voice  startled  the  poor  kid,  causing  him  to  jump  in  place  &  brace  himself  for  some  form  of  impact.  for  a  moment,  dipper  had  assumed  he  had  angered  another  creature  living  among  the  forest  with  his  investigating　　  　　(  which  wouldn’t  be  out  of  the  ordinary  ),  　　&  normally  his  sister  would  be  around  to  give  him  a  heads-up.  however,  today  it  had  just  been  him  exploring  the  unknown  as  mabel  had  been  occupied  with  spending  time  with  her  friends,  so  he  was  kind  of  out  in  the  open  for  anyone  to  come  right  up  behind  him  if  he  wasn’t  careful  enough.  

fortunately,  no  harm  fell  his  way,  &  the  young  boy  uncovered  himself  to  take  a  peek  towards  the  source  of  the  voice  &  an  audible  gasp  left  his  gaping  mouth.  before  him  stood  a  large  individual,  extensively  larger  than  him,  &  it  made  him  feel  silly  as  to  how  he  hadn’t  heard  him  sneak  up  on  him.  dipper  has  seen  many  large  beings  during  his  time  in  gravity  falls,  but  this  was  the  first  time  he  has  seen  one  that  didn’t  look  like  they  were  going  to  eat  him  .  .  .  maybe.

　　“  　　u-uh. 　　”  —  the  tremble  in  his  voice  as  his  fingers  fidgeted  to  try  &  keep  himself  composed.  —  “  　　you’re  not . . .  hostile,  right  .ᐣ.ᐣ  like  you’re  not  going  to  try  &  eat  me or  something  .ᐣ.ᐣ  i,  uh,  taste  really bad  .  .  .  just  for  the  record.  　　”

he  had  to  make  sure  before  he  could  proceed,  though  someone  as  tall  as  the  other  would  surely  be  beneficial  in  helping  him  get  back  his  journal  clinging  on  a  branch  nearby  —  too  high  for  his  shorter  stature.

[young-botanical-genius]

"What is a fishy fellow like thee doing all of the way out of water, stuck within a human net, hmm? Thou shalt die if remaining upon land, shall thou not?"

As though he were quite literally a small fish, Bertha took the net — and, of course, the merman in it — up into her hands, sat down upon the crag overlooking the ocean, its tide now low, and began attempting to untangle him while humming a simple melody. Eventually, she started to speak, half to herself, and half to the merman — if, of course, he spoke the same tongue as did the local humans. (Or, as giants such as Bertha knew them, the little folk. What were merfolk but a different, but still little, folk?)

"Ohh, what have those vile little men been doing to thee? Hmm? What had they planned for thee in such ill, harm'd state?"

It would be only a few more moments of handiwork, and then — sploosh! Into the water the merman went, and beside Bertha the net was discarded. Bertha relaxed her shoulders, sat back, and watched the surface of the water curiously. Would the merman emerge and thank her, or swim off with narry a word?

This, shockingly enough, hadn't been the first time Seymour had found himself trapped inside a net.

It was, however, the first time that the merman had encountered a being as large as Bertha; much, much larger than any shark or even whale that could be found within the depths of the sea he called home. So naturally, he had been completely and utterly terrified upon first hearing-- and then seeing-- her approach.

To his horror, she had spotted him there, in his helpless and ensnared state upon the surface, and it had been at the exact moment they met eyes that he had decided to come to terms with the fact that this would be the end of his short and relatively uneventful little life because surely she was going to pick him up and eat him and swallow him in one gulp and then--

She did indeed pick him up, net and all, but then she was... helping him? He remained silent throughout the entire untangling process, feeling too stiff with fear to respond to any of her words. Her tone was jolly and brash, but also warm and perhaps even caring in a way that he hardly ever expected to hear from anyone, let alone a giant. And she wasn't talking about eating him. At least... he thought she wasn't?

Seymour didn't have too much time to think about what she was saying before he felt the net finally give way beneath him, and there was a rush of air around him and a loud splash before he found himself free and surrounded by the ocean once more.

He sucked in a deep breath, allowing the familiar salt water to pass through his gills as he was finally able to process what had just happened. His first instinct was to turn tail and swim back home, deep beneath the waves where the giant that still sat upon the shore couldn't possibly reach him.

But... said giant had just rescued him-- saved his life, even. Who knew how long he would've been struggling in that net if she hadn't arrived? Not to mention the fact that she had every opportunity to harm him, and she didn't. It would've been easier and far less risky to swim away from the situation, yes, but he held his tail steady, considering the gratitude he couldn't help but feel as a result of having been saved.

After a few more moments of internal conflict, that very feeling of gratitude won out over his fear, and he slowly rose up towards the surface, poking the top of his head out of the water to peer up curiously at the massive form that still loomed over the sea. His eyes met Bertha's once more, but he didn't yet speak a word, still unsure of whether further interaction with the giant was a good idea.

[houseflyy]

@riiese asked: 🎁 for Ingvar (verse is up to you)

wrapped lyric starters

“Listen to my new song:

🎶 Ha-ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ayyyy!”

[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.       ❞

[radicalrascals]

@riiese liked for a starter from Liam ...for Ingvar

Days added up to weeks and weeks turned into months. In the end, Liam couldn't tell anymore how long he'd been gone. He saw the landscape changed, autumnal shades of yellows and reds yielded a hopeful palette of spring colours; the trees were just at the cusp of bearing leaves again, the first flowers lined the pathways and the grass was lush and green.

Despite the city child's innate disdain for the great outdoors, he could appreciate the setting, but more so because it meant he was about to meet an old friend. He found Ingvar by the apple trees, and he listened to the gentle giant making music for a while before the mage made his present known, adding percussion to the song by clapping his hands and snapping his fingers.

"You got a vacant spot in your band I can fill?," he asked with a grin.

[playedbetter]

💭

Meme / Accepting!

Angua von Überwald from Discworld, she reminds me a bit of Hilda and I think you'd have fun with her additude + exploring more what being a werewolf means to her

[maaskuline]

🌷 (go off to Ingvar, king - he doesn't always understand human affairs; they're terribly complicated. But he has the spirit!)

"I don't get how anyone can just... not eat meat. Like, vegans or whatever. You kiddin' me? No meat? No steak? No bacon? No way. I'm a meat-lovin' man, baby! I ain't about to give up my burgers n' ribs for some lettuce n' tofu. That's just wrong, man. How could ya even call that livin'? But my doctor's always tellin' me to lay off the stuff, 'cause of... cholesterol or somethin'. Pshhh! Like he knows me! I'm still as healthy as a horse!"

[hopeturned]

@riiese plotted starter! (Sophie Hatter)

On the Chalk, it’s a far cry from the populated city of Ankh Morpork. For starters, the locals seem to give Sophie a wide berth. Perhaps it’s the blue-pointed hat on top of her that fuels such mistrust. Everyone knew Witches existed, but they didn’t have to like it.

She’s brought from the city on a rumour that there is a giant living among the Chalk’s vast rural areas. Giants have always existed, too, but were such a rarity, people assumed their kind had died out.

Her boots squelch through the muck, the terrain is particularly unforgiving under her heel. Still Sophie pressed on, ears open for any change in the environment, eyes peeled and third thoughts open. Tiffany Aching had taught her that.