#macintag (ryan)

[mymanymerrymuses]

@droppingdonkeys said: “This is happening.” for young Macintosh, while Luisa is approaching with a giant log for throwing.

What is happening? 'This', apparently, but what 'this' is, he isn't entirely sure.

Althought it...it's fairly obvious, to anybody watching. Clearly, this girl, this young lady, is about to throw that log. Far better than Ryan ever could, by the looks of it, which doesn't quite sit well with him for reasons he's only just learning to challenge. Right now, he's filled with the type of rage that compels him to throw something as far as he can (which is not as far as she can!), so challenging those feelings is not his top priority.

"Oi! You! You cannot be doing that!"

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Now that's just rude. The caber toss is a highly competitive sport, and he's just shown her where the skill is. There's a playful edge though, and that's what keeps Ryan's temper from flaring up again.

"Oi! There's plenty of skill in tossing cabers." There's also plenty of emphasis on strength which, clearly, she has an abundance of. It's just as well the distance isn't the most important thing, because Ryan can't help but feel she might have a somehow unfair advantage.

But the way she holds the log is good, much better than lifting it over her head.

"Aye, that's the way." He says, in what is quite honestly a fairly good (though unintentional) imitation of his dad.

And there's something to be said for her accuracy, and maybe that's down to practice with, what, disc throwing?

"You good at it? Your home sport?" Ryan asks, because if skill there translates to this skill here, then he's more than a little intrigued.

What a waste, Luisa thought briefly, as she held up the caber. She has been raised not to waste things one might need. But then again... There seemed to be no end of lushious forests, plenty of trees to cut for this game. No mountains to keep them safely inside.

"I'm sure there's gotta be skill involved somewhere." she replied almost cheekily. Luisa glanced over the cabers left to pick and finally picked out a sturdy one.

"Where I'm from, a national sport is throwing small disc against a pack filled with some gunpowder, so it makes a small boom when hit."

She mimicks Ryan's handling of the log and tries again. Again, because the log feels weightless to Luisa, it gets thrown somewhat further, but... The form was at least somewhat better, right?

[mymanymerrymuses]

Hooo this hyperfixation is hitting hard, so, an attempt was made XD actually two attempts were made.

I've been trying to get back into practicing art AND I have a new comfort character so here he is! Ryan Macintosh. I definitely prefer his hair in the book artwork, being more wild, so I went with that for both, and it was SUPER fun to do.

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Since I am starved for content of Merida and The Lads (tm) I might have gotten a little carried away with an incorrect quote generator. I saved the ones I found funny here so I guess if you're interested, enjoy, and if not, feel free to ignore XD

Young Macintosh: You guys worried about Merida? Wee Dingwall: Totally! Young Macguffin: Yeah, they called me in the middle of the night and just yelled, "what do I do, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do?" Young Macintosh: And what'd you say? Young Macguffin: "I dunno, I dunno, I dunno, I dunno." Wee Dingwall: Young Macintosh: They're lucky to have you as a friend. === Merida: I am darkness. I am an power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am- Young Macintosh: A doll. Young Macguffin: A cinnamon roll. Wee Dingwall: A sweetheart. Merida: Merida: ...stop it. === Merida: We call that a traumatic experience. Merida, turning to Wee Dingwall: Not a "bruh moment". Merida, turning to Young Macguffin: Not "sadge". Merida, turning to Young Macintosh: And DEFINITELY not an "oof LMAO". === Young Macguffin, setting down a card: Ace of spades. Wee Dingwall, pulling out an Uno card: +4. Young Macintosh, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you! Merida, trembling: What are we playing?! === Wee Dingwall, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl: I killed a guy, and I liked it- Young Macguffin, whispering: Should we call the exorcist? Young Macintosh, also singing: The taste of his cherry chapstick. Merida, appalled: Call the exorcist. === Wee Dingwall: *sees Young Macguffin and Young Macintosh together* Wee Dingwall: They're cute. I would put them on a boat. Merida: You mean... you ship them? === Wee Dingwall: *about Young Macguffin and Young Macintosh* They make a cute couple, huh? Merida: They certainly are standing next to each other. === Wee Dingwall: Good night. Young Macintosh: Sleep tight. Young Macguffin: Don't let the bedbugs crawl up to your ear and whisper threatening things that make you question yourself. Merida: Great, now Young Macintosh's crying. === Merida: Small creatures are much more vicious because they have a smaller body to bottle up all their emotions. Young Macintosh: Ridiculous. Give me some examples. Young Macguffin: Wasps? Wee Dingwall: Terriers? Merida: Wee Dingwall. === Wee Dingwall: I haven't slept in seventy-three hours. Young Macguffin: Eighty. Democratically elected leader of insomnia. Young Macintosh: Bitch, it's been ninety for me. I'm going for an even one hundred. Merida: You guys are fucking terrifying. === Merida: You deserve a reward for putting up with me. Young Macguffin: You are my reward. *meanwhile* Young Macintosh: You deserve a reward for putting up with me. Wee Dingwall: True, you can be really difficult at times. === Merida: That's ridiculous, Young Macguffin doesn't have a crush on me. Young Macintosh: Yes they do. Wee Dingwall: Yes they do. Young Macguffin: Yes I do. === Merida, Young Macintosh & Young Macguffin: *screaming* Wee Dingwall: *runs into the room* What's wrong, Young Macguffin?! Merida: Wait, why are you asking Young Macguffin that when Young Macintosh and I are also here? Wee Dingwall: Because Young Macguffin wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance. === Merida: You have friends and I envy that. Young Macguffin: You're welcome to share my friends. Merida: *looks at Young Macintosh and Wee Dingwall* Merida: I don't want those. === Young Macintosh: How did none of you hear what I just said?! Wee Dingwall: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours. Young Macguffin: I got distracted halfway through. Merida: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

[mymanymerrymuses]

I know I've been going off about Ryan SO MUCH but there's like no fan content about him (at least not that I can find) and that means I have to make my own so I'm doing that a lot.

Here's my current thought about him:

I love the moment Wee Dingwall goes feral, because Ryan sees him coming and just. Straight up hides behind his dad XD

Just "Ah! Dad, help!". And it's my favourite thing.

"Yes princess, choose me for I am a strong warrior AH DAD SAVE ME!"

Boy loves and trusts his dad and I love that for him.

Also then it's Ryan that punches Lord Dingwall like. He's trying to protect his dad but also he knows he cannot take on Wee Dingwall and win XD

[mymanymerrymuses]

Hi I'm here to go off about Ryan Macintosh again because the fact that he has barely any screen time means I have to over analyse every moment he does appear

Not sure what's going on with the gif sizing but I have to talk about Ryan here because I love this moment.

So Young Macguffin has just finished speaking and no one here knows what he said, and I enjoy watching Ryan's reaction because the process to me looks like:

"What did he say?

Dad, do you know?

Oh, he doesn't know.

Oh dad's looking at Dingwall, Dingwall might know.

Dingwall, do you know?"

Like, he's literally just a kid hoping his dad has answers and also trusting his dad will know where to get answers he doesn't have and I love it.

Also the fact that Dingwall also doesn't know makes the whole thing 10x better

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Watching Brave for the second time in as many weeks because I'll take all the Ryan Macintosh content I can get

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"S'harder than it looks." Ryan responds, not really a biting comment, more of a slightly annoyed fact. There are plenty of men he can think of that make it look easy, that made it look easy enough that he thought it would be no problem the first time he ever tried it.

"Go ahead, if you fancy it."

This girl might have distance down, but accuracy is the name of the game here. And it's clear she's never done this before, if her questions are any indication. It's almost enough to make him laugh, or, it would be were it not quite so confusing a query.

"Homebuilding? Not a chance. You can't go tossing cabers about and then expect 'em to hold up your roof. The wood splinters, it splits. Aye, some are nothing but firewood when we're done with 'em."

It's incredible, really. He's mad at her for not knowing how to do something that's never been explained to her?

Luisa swallows down her frustration. If the situation were reversed, maybe she too would have a hard time letting a stranger butcher a tradition. She squares up, and observes the boy toss the caber.

"Doesn't look too hard." she mused, nodding. "Are these logs just made for this? Or do they get used for homebuilding, later on? Or other wood-working purposes?"

It was a little bit silly if they used this sturdy wood for just throwing it around, wasn't it?

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It's inevitable, really, that his rage would start to fade almost as quickly as it set in. While he still doesn't enjoy seeing people so clearly stronger than he himself is, if only because of the feelings of inadequacy it brings him, his little outbursts, though often intense, usually are short lived. And, well... aside from not knowing the rules, this girl hasn't exactly done anything wrong.

"We don't have instructions. It's tradition." So of course strangers wouldn't know, but, Ryan's oddly protective over it. His people's traditions have been ingrained in him through his father's teachings, so if this stranger wants to join in, well, as heir, it's Ryan's job to show her how to do it right.

Which starts with him picking out one of the smaller cabers (not the smallest, he's not a child) and lifting it, holding the tapered end and keeping it upright, balanced as best he can. Then the toss, which looks good, only he overdoes it slightly, nearly losing balance, and the caber's landing isn't much more graceful than he is, not quite upright before falling. It falls away from them, thank goodness, but at a solid angle. Not great, but good enough.

"There. That's how you toss a caber."

A loud scoff comes from Luisa, who tilts her chin up. "Well beg me pardon for not having seen any instruction manual or any sort of the matter lying about." Then, her resolve falters a little. "Didn't mean to, uh, do somethin' offensive." Even though this guy is barely the same size as her arm, she'd hate for anyone to be upset with her just because Luisa decided to do something out of the ordinairy.

She steps aside as she sees him walk towards the other logs, quiet and observing. "Buena suerte," she nods.

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"Aye, bad form." Ryan is not backing down here. Not easily anyway. Not when he's so sure that he's right.

"An' distance is hardly the point. The skill's all in the landing, and yours..." He makes a point of looking out towards where her log landed. Very far away, which, actually, makes it a little difficult to tell which end is which, so he can't score it. Instead, he just shrugs, vague and displeased.

"Jealous!" An absurd and totally accurate idea! As if Ryan would ever be jealous of somebody who can't even do a proper caber toss. Honestly, it's ridiculous. Never mind the fact that he's actually not very good at actual caber tosses (it's not his fault he's built tall instead of stocky, blame his dad for that), he's good enough to show her how it's done.

With a caber that's on the smaller side, anyway. He's building up to bigger ones, that's all. He just has to pick out the right one.

"I'll show you jealous. Show you a real caber toss." And as he tries to pick that one, he's muttering.

"Bad form?" Luisa bristles. She turns on her heels and crosses her arms over her chest. "I'd like to bet no one tossed one that far!" She inhales in an attempt to calm herself.

With a sweet smile, Luisa added, "I think you're jealous. But no hard feelings, I'll give you some workout tips if you show me, what you claim to be whatever a proper form is."

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Impressive. That's the first word that comes to mind when Ryan sees her throw. It really is, it's nothing but impressive actually, the fact that she can just do that, landing the log that far. He's not sure he's ever seen anybody get quite than distance - though he's certainly heard people claim they have, and there are a few people he can think of that might have made those claims honestly.

But Young Ryan Macintosh is not one of those people, and that is where the problem lies.

"S'a decent toss." The words come out slightly forced, internalised anger making compliments hard, even if they are deserved. "But your form's all wrong! You can't go tossing cabers with bad form."

"Too late," Luisa replied calmly. The muscles in her arms and back bunch as she hauls the heavy log over her head, leans back, takes a few steps and tosses it away from them.

A little too far away. It lands with a heavy thud, scaring away some birds from nearby trees.

"Wouldya look at that! Not too shabby for a first-timer, eh?" Luisa grins from ear to ear, posting her fists on her hips. For the time being, she decides to ignore the young man's temper trantrum.