#grim giants

[astaldis]

A most interesting read

@cake-shop-rarepair-bingo​    @witchermonstermayhem​

Prompts: Reading Aloud, Write a fic based on a local legend, Grim giants

Fandom: The Witcher (TV, novels)

Pairings: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & The Hansa | Geralt's Company Members, Maria Barring | Milva & Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Words: 2520

"Cahir, you can read, can't you?" Milva suddenly asks out of the blue while they are sitting by the campfire together. It is a nice evening, not raining for once, and two fat rabbits on spits are roasting over the fire. With a grumpy expression, Geralt is perched on a tree stub across the fire sharpening his sword, as far away from Cahir as possible, nothing new here. Regis is off somewhere in the woods to collect herbs and mushrooms, and Jaskier is busy close by scribbling something into this inevitable scroll of his that he is so secretive about.

"Yes. Why?"

"Because I can't. But I have this book."

"It'll soon be dark, Milva."

"It's a thin book. Will you read it for me? There's still plenty of time before those bunnies are done. Please?"

"It's not a romance, I hope?"

"How would I know? I can't read!"

"Alright, then. We'll see what it is, I suspect."

"Just one moment," Mila says, almost jumping to her feet with excitement. She fishes a little bundle from deep inside her saddlebag. She unwrapps it. A thin, leather bound book emerges, no, more a booklet than a book. Tenderly, she strokes across its binding with the fingers of one hand before she passes it to Cahir.

"It's a children's book," he says, surprised.

"What if it is? My father bought it for me because of the picture. It's the only thing I have to remember him by."

"Didn't you say your father died when you were a kid? You've had the book for years and nobody has ever read it out for you?"

"There was never the time, or the right person. I want it to be special." Cahir raises his eyebrow questioningly. However, Milva does not elaborate.

He opens the booklet. On the first page there is a beautifully crafted, somewhat scary looking illustration. In the centre a horrible giant hurling rocks at frightened people. A devilish face crowned by a pair of pointed horns is peeking out from behind a gnarly oak tree on the left, wiggling its forked tongue at the desperate humans. Not a picture you would expect to see in a tale of love, and neither in a fluffy children's bedtime story. Looks like an exciting legend or heroic adventure. The script is big and easy to read even in the falling twilight of the evening.

"Once upon a time there was an evil giant by the name of Mils," Cahir begins.

Continue reading on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47385469

This is the Mountain called Milseburg after the Giant Mils, it’s about 25 km from where I live. How the mountain came into being is one of the most famous local legends here.

https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milseburg

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milseburg

[pangur-and-grim]

I left the animals behind this weekend (except Belphie, bc he needs meds every 12 hours), and I'm going through withdrawal

[kenchann]

cant wait for book 7 igni interaction lmao and also everyone getting outfits/cosplay

[ryllen]

recently i love the pompompurin & pikachu meme

[skeledorky]

"Sir... we have a situation."

Based on The Grim Dark Archives by @lets-try-some-writing !!

I know that Rafael and the other kids aren't present (yet?) in this series, but there's something about a horrifying alien robot being "friends" with a human that just made me go nuts creatively. :3

[egophiliac]

I love how you draw Grim the size of a small cat. It genuinely blows my mind that according to the game he's actually approximately 70 cm tall... Like, Ortho is 148 cm. That's only two Grims! If Grim stands on Ortho's head, they'd be just a bit taller than Malleus (who is 202 cm and I'm not sure that's counting the horns)! The proportions are just so wild to try to imagine realistically... (and I do like the small cat Grim take more, it's very endearing)

every time I remember Grim is actually supposed to be the size of, like, a medium-to-largeish dog, and then I just...draw him cat-sized anyway. I also think it's cuter that way! 🤷 (let's just say he's not allowed to ride the servant unless he takes the shrinking potion first.)

ultimately I figure we all get a little artistic license in our fanart, and mine are:

cat-sized Grim

Lilia with hair spikes up to the heavens

w i d e Silver

[franki-lew-yo]

Miss Spider doodles and humanized spiderwoman cosplay fun. One of the most underrated tsundres in animation ever. OG hipsters (beatniks) are where it's at.

The fact that Susan Sarandon is supportive of Palestine while also willing to take back a comment that could be antisemitic is really cool of her.

As for the cosplays, I mostly just felt indulgent and also I should look up Miss Spider's Sunnypatch kids sometime. I like how that show had a main character for young children who was also a mother and a larger woman.

[katabay]

JACK THE GIANT KILLER

originally this was a kind of personal visual vibe test: I'm still turning some thoughts around about jack in my head (altho I have finished assembling the skeleton of a story and I'm looking forward to seeing what happens when I start to press at it) but I really liked how it turned out so I'm posting it as it's own illustration :)

the first post about this idea is over here, but I've fine tuned it down a bit so that the story begins with jack finding the body of a giant while he's out in the woods one day, and the story spirals out of hand before he can stop it.

it's been interesting to read up on jack tales from a literary analysis point of view while I figure this story out!! and through the power of more coffee, I think. I'm close to pinning down an underlying theme I'd really like to bite into. I just need to condense it down to a couple of sentences instead of several paragraphs.

and to close this post out, here's another excerpt from the j.g. ballard's the drowned giant that haunts me!

[astronomodome]

New headcanon where Zedaph owns and (vaguely) knows how to use a scythe he manifested during his time as Zedeath. He’s only ever had to use it twice. Tango can attest to being there once and he describes it as having been a ‘terrifying’ experience, but nobody knows when the other time was and Zed won’t tell. Sure, it’s not the most effective weapon, but it looks pretty cool and Zed has never been one to let inefficiency get in his way. He’s recently begun bringing it with him for protection during the war, though he’s not very happy about it; he’d been using it as a (very adequate) coat hanger and now his base is getting kind of messy with all his coats lying around…

[ganondoodle]

so i didnt watch the game awards (bc i dont care really, also it was at 1am for me)

but i went back to see the bit where they talked about totk bc it did win an award (sadly bc i frankly dont thik it deserved that) and heard how totk was about "the player making their own story" which is.... ???

like it very much HAS, undenialbly, a story, its pretty clear about that, and its a bland and boring and also illogical one at that, you as the player influence what? how many sages or tears you get and that doesnt change fuck all?? building a hoverbike is making a story ??? huh?? do mean reenacting king kong with toys and glue?? i guess i CAN do that now but i dont play ZELDA for that????

it honestly, looking at the game as a whole too, sounds like "make one up yourself" bc they didnt care enough to write a good one themselves, much less give you any ground to work with bc they treated botws lore like it never happened

but its also so very much contradictory "making your own story" with WHAT, WITH WHAT?? there are no choices that matter and again, there IS a boring ass story, i literally cannot make it my own bc theres no option to do that bc it very much is dictated what happens?? you destroy the good groundwork from botw and old titles that you COULD work with and now tell me "we didnt bother writing a good story bc you should make your own" what the hell am i playing the game for then?? why make it a zelda?? why should i bother playing through a game for its story that you didnt bother to write?????? and you also DID?? but a bad one bc you didnt actually care??? why make one at all??? i could have worked better with an actual sandbox game

"lol i wanted to fuck around with game physics, if you want a story make it up yourself despite there being absolutely one as much in your face as it can be and everythign the previous title was discarded so nothing actually matters, do what you want lol nothing matters" really huh, this is were we are at now

why the fuck did you not make it an actual sandbox spin off then, at least we wouldnt have to deal with this missmatched cocktail of stuff you didnt bother to care about

just please, make your dream sandbox game, just make it, you know you want to, just do it, but dont pretend its a canon story focused zelda title, a sequel to one of the most -full of potential to be elaborated on- zelda games no less

[lulublack90]

Prompt 15 - Pumpkin Patch

@wolfstarmicrofic November 15, word count 755

Previous part First part

Sirius squinted against the light, flinging an arm over his eyes to block out more of the light, his other hand clinging to Remus’s fur as he led him forward, and just like that they were back in gloomy darkness. 

Sirius blinked furiously, trying to get his eyes used to the sudden change in light and took in their surroundings. 

They were in a large pumpkin patch. The entire patch was filled with pumpkins of various sizes. Some were tiny, no bigger than a mouse, while some were a size you’d expect from a pumpkin, and then there were the monstrously large ones. They towered over the pair, blocking their view of what little light lit the area. 

“Wow,” Sirius said, impressed, as he ran his hand across the hard skin of the nearest pumpkin that just happened to be the size of a Hagrid’s hut. He had no idea why anyone would want or need to grow pumpkins of this magnitude. 

“Hello dear. My, my what have you done to poor Remus Lupin?” Sirius spun around and came face to face with Ethel.

“Lucifer! What are you doing here?” Sirius asked in shock. 

“Please don’t use that name in front of me, dear, it makes me break out in hives,” Ethel’s lilting voice chastised him as a little shiver shook her body. 

“Sorry,” Sirius apologised. “Wait, you can see me?”

“I’ve always been able to see you, dear. I knew who you were the second you stepped into my shop with the poor Lupin boy,” she looked up sadly at Remus. “Oh, sweetheart, you did such a silly thing,” Her voice was soft and sad. Remus’s head drooped. He knew what he was signing up for when he summoned Sirius, but it still hurt Sirius knowing what he’d done to Remus. 

He jumped as Ethel broke the quiet by clapping her hands together loudly. “Not to worry though, my darlings. It’s time to change all that. You’ve proved yourselves enough now. So now it is time to claim your rewards. Into the pumpkins, if you please,” She said cheerfully, waving them towards two of the larger ones sitting side by side. Sirius looked worriedly over at Remus. But the soul trapped in the body of a Grim was already padding forward to the larger of the two pumpkins. Ethel waved her hand, and a door opened in the side of it. Remus stepped through the door, and it sealed behind him. Sirius rushed over to it and banged on the side. 

“What are you going to do to him?” He gasped out as he tried to get to Remus. Ethel put one of her bony hands on his arm. 

“I will heal him. Come on now, it’s your turn,” And she gently guided him to the other pumpkin. She waved her hand as she had before, and another door presented itself to him. “Why am I going in? This is about saving Remus.” He turned, not wanting to go meet whatever waited for him. 

“It is for you both,” She said before pushing him backwards with far more strength than Sirius expected the frail lady to possess. He stumbled through the gap and into the inside of the pumpkin. “And don’t think I don’t know you tried to steal from me, ti diawl bach! (You little devil!)” Ethel shouted at him as the pumpkin sealed itself. 

It was pitch black inside. Sirius had to crouch as it wasn’t big enough for him to stand up in. His breath came quickly as he began to panic. What if it really was all a joke his mother had set up? What if Ethel put him in there to get him away from Remus?

“REMUS!!!!” He screamed, bashing his fists on the hard, slimy insides of his pumpkin. “REMUS!!!!” He called out again so loudly his voice cracked. That’s when he felt it. A storage wave of energy crept over him, pulling at his magic. NO!!!!” He yelled as it began to steal his magic away. Remus’s howls, muted by the pumpkin skins, made Sirius fight harder. “NO!!!” He growled in determination. He screwed his eyes shut and threw off the strange energy, trying again to escape. The strange energy came back stronger this time and flung him against the side of the pumpkin, the fibrous strands that held the seeds wrapping around him and holding him still. The energy tore through him and stripped him of his magic, and with a final scream, everything went black.

Final part

[astaldis]

Picture from The Official Witcher Wiki

Published: 2021-10-02, Completed: 2021-10-08

Prompt: Grim Giants

Chapters: 3/3, Words: chapter 3: 2916, story: 8729 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski, The Witcher (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences, Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Maria Barring | Milva, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, The Hansa | Geralt's Company (The Witcher) - Character, Angoulême (The Witcher), Roach (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Friendship, on the way to Stygga, Sansmerci Pass, Mortblanc Pass, snowstorm, avalanche, Panic Attack, Implied/Referenced Torture, Claustrophobia, Regis saves the day, frozen Geralt, mostly book canon, written pre-season 2, Cahir Whump, caretaker Regis 

Summary: After Cahir has started to tell the company some of his story, there are undesirable repercussions which do not make the already sufficiently difficult crossing of the Sansmerci any easier. Neither does the weather. Nor Roach. And then there is still the Mortblanc, the White Death, lying in wait for the friends ...

Excerpt from Chapter 3: The White Death

Around noon, the company had already made it more than halfway up the ravine. They allowed themselves a short break to have some bites of left-over rabbit and to water the horses, but looking up at the sky, Geralt soon urged them on. Another blizzard was gathering around the mountain tops. Hopefully, they would already be on the other side of the pass when it struck, safely put up inside a farm house or, at least, holed up in some abandoned sheep shed. If not, there was no telling what would happen. They definitely did not need any repetition of their night on the Sansmerci. So they better got a move on.

It did not take long until Milva and Cahir were somewhat falling behind the others. Milva's gelding was the sturdiest and most reliable of the company's horses, which was one of the reasons why Cahir was riding with her and not with Angoulême on her more spirited but smaller and lighter mare. Or with Regis or Geralt. Neither Draakul nor Roach were an option, the mule being too small and Roach too skittish. Plus the mare would have had to carry the combined weight of two grown men. However, Milva's horse was also the slowest, even with only one rider, and the extra weight of an additional horseman did not exactly help. Well, they would catch up eventually, at the latest when it was time to set up camp.

The three companions making up the vanguard had almost reached the plateau and the source of the stream, a beautiful little waterfall mostly frozen into a cascade of icicles which fell into a small rock basin, when Geralt, with his enhanced Witcher senses, heard the sound of falling stones higher up on the mountain side. Maybe a mouflon or a mountain goat? They had not seen any animals for quite a while, actually since they had left the forest, but some cold-adapted creatures were bound to live here, too. Perhaps even a rare capricorn? Geralt scanned the rock face. However, there was nothing to be seen, just snow-covered rocks and ledges. When he turned his gaze away from the cliff again, though, he suddenly caught a movement in the corner of his eye. A bluish shape high up on the mountain, its head almost reaching into the clouds. Huge. Monstrous. It let the enormous bolder it was holding in its shovel-like hands drop ...

Read the complete chapter on Ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34224823/chapters/85508626

[anonymously-night]

A new AU??? Crossing over JSAB??? With Sky: Children of The Light??????? More likely than you'd think-

I have (indirectly) already shared Illumine (and this AU's Heroes) and for those wondering she's the Isle Sage :p now that I have (most of) the main cast sorted I have no more excuses to keep procrastinating designing the BPB Blight- Individuals with masks under the read more!

Lurid (They/He/She) - Golden Wasteland Sage - La Danse Macabre

Oppo (He/Him) - Daylight Prairie Sage - Friend Cube

Araneae (She/Her) - Hidden Forest Sage - Spider Dance

Floret (She/They) - Valley of Triumph Sage Jester - Lycanthropy

Krait (He/They) - Valley of Triumph Sage Knave - Barracuda

Penumbra (We/They/Them) - Vault of Knowledge Sage - Sun/Moon

[dimir-charmer]

When you start a game like elden ring, with a reputation like elden ring's, you think that the required Gamer's Temperament is something like this:

determination to overcome obstacles

appreciation for esoteric and obscured story beats

undeterred by "unfair" gameplay

willing to learn from each death

And what they dont tell you is a crucial part of the cocktail that makes you enjoy elden ring is

appreciation for slapstick comedy

[mothmanwarble]

In the Kaos’ Kastle level in Skylanders: Giants, there’s a hidden area called the Forgotten Sepulchre, and it can only be reached by falling through the floor in the Pushblock Challenge room as a Giant.

In the Forgotten Sepulchre is this hat:

…A princess hat.

A princess hat surrounded by—or rather, buried with—piles of bones in a long forgotten sepulchre beneath the castle that cannot be reached by regular means. It’s suggested that not even Kaos knows it’s there.

I often think about how one of the entries in Book of Kaos mentions Kaos allegedly having brothers. Perhaps he has other siblings.

Perhaps he had other siblings.

I often think about Kaossandra’s diary entires in the same book, in which she writes about the many times she’d cruelly lock up her young son in the castle’s dungeon for days on end, all because she considered him to be irritatingly inept at magic. I think about the Kaos Clan’s unfathomably long legacy of evil and the immense pride they have in their reputation as powerful wielders of dark magic. Anyone they deem weak is swiftly punished. Perhaps much worse.

Kaos ultimately proved himself to be both powerful and ridiculously resilient. But what about the previous children, of which I am sure there were several? The children that…weren’t as resilient. The children deemed weak and useless.

I often think about this royal family of Dark Portal Masters and their twisted dedication to ensuring that their family remains powerful by any means necessary.

I often think about the Forgotten Sepulchre and all those bones. I often think about the little green princess hat that no doubt belonged to someone.

I often think about this princess that Kaos never got to meet. The sister he never knew he had.

[superbattle117]

First time I draw skylanders I loved Skylanders as well since childhood.