#riiese // ingvar

[miss-polly]

cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs. (Fairytale Ingvar n Polly)

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She had been keeping up appearances for months now. Though her friendship and fondness with the giant king had grown quickly, the fact remained that she had been living ironside, weakened and constantly under threat of putting her hand in the wrong place or being careless when opening a door, all while dreading the next letter from Faerie, saying that the war had gone from a looming threat to a present danger.

Her nose itched. Her wings ached. Despite her best effort, she just wanted to go home. But it would not do to let anyone know of it. Everyone had been so kind to her here, Ingvar most of all, and she couldn't bear letting him know she wasn't perfectly happy here.

It caused her no shortage of shame when he found her hiding in the garden, and she'd only reluctantly come out to let him see her, face splotchy, eyes red -- a massively sorry sight.

Then again -- his attempt at softness was almost comedic. Polly was barely more than five feet at her tallest, and his thumb was nearly the size of her face. Were he not so incredibly gentle, she'd have been knocked to the side easily. But instead, she leans into his touch, fighting the new lump growing in her throat. "I'm sorry -- I must look like a complete mess."

Even as she tried to smile, her breath began to hitch. "Please don't worry too much. This will pass in a day or two, I'm sure." Or, at least, she'd be able to set her homesickness aside well enough to get by, if nothing else.

[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!

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[halfdeadsacrifice]

the muse for actual writing prose? spotty. the muse for everything else? here. have a post about Vayu and Pet Names. he loves them. he loves giving them. most of the time they're fairly standard (honey, sweetheart, being classic faves). but some folks inspire more unique nicknames, or at least terms of affection Vayu prefers for one person.

For Eden: Mani. A Bengali term of endearment that means jewel. It's fairly common but Vayu uses it for Eden alone.

For Zazel: Mistress, but like sarcastically. As in "ughhhhh yes of course mistress." how long is it gonna stay sarcastic though (@miratenebrarum)

For Curumë: Scoundrel. But really Curu gets the entire genre of "affectionately insulting pet names" to himself. (@deaddoveadventures)

For Iago: Crowlet. Because Iago is like a goth baby bird. to him. (@accultant)

For Hilda: Priya, as in best, first, favourite. Vayu doesn't call Hilda nicknames much, she doesn't seem like the sort who'd like it, but I can hear him throwing this one out during a pep talk or something. For Ingvar: Dear friend gets across everything. (@riiese)

For Niraja: Niraja has a nickname Vayu gave her, Mija from Sanskrit bhumija, meaning "born from the Earth".

[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.

[elphilim]

It hadn't been long since Koa had sneaked out of the safety of the mirror world of Alfheim to explore the human world Earth, as it was called by the elves. In her short time there, she had heard countless stories of fiends and monsters that devoured people.

A smart person might had listen to these warnings, but not Koa. The more she heard about these monsters, the more curious she became.

Giants that ate humans sounded like an adventure! Beside that, Koa had already learned that people labeled everything that was different from themselves as a monster and spread rumors that weren't true. Had they done the same about elves, who were said to steal human children or cause nightmares or even lured them to their deaths.

Determined not to trust these tales, Koa set out to find a giant herself. Over hill and dale, across meadows and fields, through ravines and forests, she had searched everywhere but found nothing.

But giving up was not an option, she was sure to discover one somehow. However, while trying to cross a cliff, she slipped and fell into the water below. Koa struggled to stay afloat and cried out for help, but the current was far too strong. Koa wasn't the best swimmer either, so she was in danger of being swallowed by the water.

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[maymayandthehog]

@riiese sent a starter:

It had been a surprisingly simple, albeit strange affair. Ingvar had been sitting and minding his own business, when suddenly, there came a bright pink pig, who snuffled at his boots, then waddled to his trouser pocket and tried to sniff that far up too. Alas, it was too high for the pig to reach. But the giant had witnessed it, and smiled softly, then reached into his pocket and retrieved a perfect red apple for the pig. After that.... well, after that, the pig had wanted to stay put right there. It wasn't that the giant was by any means forcing him to stay, not in any enclosure or otherwise, but rather that the animal, for some reason, seemed to want to wait there. His arms across now like his legs, Ingvar was nearly beginning to dose off where he sat, when suddenly a fall too quick and too suddenly of his head sent him flinching and waking up just in time to hear someone was coming. He scanned the underbrush carefully, and beheld a young human clad in an awfully bright sweater. Oh, not that it being bright was a bad thing. The pig, he noticed, seemed to perk up, then, and make a noise like he was trying to tell Ingvar something. "Is this being your friend?" he whispered, as though somehow the pig might be able to respond. But, of course, he couldn't.

It had been unseasonably warm over the last few weeks, but a steady breeze suggested that a cold front was getting ready to shoulder its way past the warmth to show Gravity Falls and its residents what 'weather' could truly be. It was probably going to be the last nice day in some time, and Mabel, in an effort to capitalize on this final, fleeting moment of sunshine, had decided to go for a hike.

Waddles was eager to come along, and Mabel, for her part, didn't try to stop him. Hikes, at least on a conceptual level, seemed to Mabel the clay all other Girl-Pig bonding activities were shaped out of. Unfortunately, not only was Waddles eager to travel alongside Mabel, but also in front of her, behind her, and eventually, about fifty feet down a small slope, across a stream, and into the underbrush west of her.

Mabel paused for a moment to survey her surroundings for any sign of pink, then cupped her hands around her mouth, and shouted for the third time in as many minutes.

"WAAADDDLES!" She yelled. The rapid fluttering of wings filled the space as a host of sparrows rose up from a nearby tree. "I HAVE A TASTY BAG OF TRAIL MIX FOR ANY NAUGHTY LITTLE PIGS WHO APPEAR IN THE NEXT FIVE... FOUR... THREE... TWO..."

A rock gave way, and Mabel's leg shot out from underneath her. Her other knee buckled as more dirt began to crumble. Oh sweet Lucifer, she was falling. It wasn't a far drop but it was a steep one, and the rocky stream bed she had been leaning over would not be very forgiving.

In the near distance, she thought she heard a squeal.

[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.

[vicit-vim-virtus]

(no one is here to help) + reverse: Ingvar is taken to [... Or perhaps presented to? Shown to?] Luran as his captive.

The carriage sped across the countryside, barely permitting its passengers to marvel at the sublime, mountainous landscape and the lush, prismatic meadow that lay amidst. Prolific brooks slithered down the precipitous mountainsides and meandered through the lavish grasslands, like glimmering veins, nourishing the wildlife that strayed there and granting life to the beauteous flowers and plants that grew there in abundance. The environmental splendour was completely lost on Luran, whose mind was wholly occupied with the latest developments up north.

A giant was — allegedly — running rampant in the fields, devouring livestock, setting farms ablaze, and not only that, but citizens, waking up one morning and carrying out their mundane duties during the day, were brutally slain in the passing of the night. And all these diabolical and heinous atrocities bedeviled most sacred grounds. Or so, he’d been told in the written correspondence he’d received from the archbishop who governed the city. Rumours? Truth? Or merely an unfortunate accumulation of events that were unrelated to one another? Perhaps some astute fearmonger was taking advantage of the pandemonium and opted to deploy a malicious scheme of their own?

While he listened to the captain of the royal guard fussing incessantly about his safety, the elf’s mind wandered; he tried to conjure up the little knowledge pertaining to giants he possessed. It wasn’t much, regrettably, just the fables he’d told his brothers, but were those fact, or mere fiction? Luran didn’t dare venture a guess. Most of the fictional giants were depicted as the bloodthirsty antagonist determined to obliterate the valiant elven protagonist who brazenly stood up against the brute to protect the elven people — knowing the deplorable history of the elves, Luran deemed those myths, sagas, and legends alike heavily unreliable. Thus, consulting them would be pointless, if not injudicious. Perhaps a scholar could fill him in when he arrived...

In a matter of hours, the carriage came to a staggering halt several kilometres outside of the city — in farmland. Until then, Luran had no idea what to expect, but the giant was — well — gigantic... The captive stood, at the very least, more than ten metres tall — a truly fearsome sight to behold. Ropes and chains restrained him, and the pervasive, acrid stench of elven magic permeated the air, to enhance the durability of the tools utilised to confine him, presumably. Or as a mere warning.

The elf let out a shaky breath — what the hell was he even doing here?! What if this creature decided (and rightfully so) he had enough of being detained by a bunch of pointy-eared ants and simply pulverised them beneath his feet?! Why had these people not chased him off into desolate and uninhabited lands? Why had they reeled him into the centre of civilisation? What if he ended up devouring them, too? Or did only ogres and goblins have an insatiable appetite for elves? It’d be best not to dwell on the particulars...

‘It’s the devil’s work! Evil incarnate!’ the archbishop — a short, elderly elf — cried and scampered over to Luran. ‘It pains me to suggest it, but...’

‘—Then, don’t...’

‘—we must excise it.’

‘Excise? Don’t you think that’s a little harsh? Maybe the giant has come bearing gifts and all you want to do is put him down? like a mortally wounded badger on the side of the road?’ Luran was a diplomat at heart, and thus, preferred to coax his adversaries, gently, deceptive them into doing his bidding, or reaching a compromise, a decent middle ground. He abhorred violence; there was no profit in brandishing swords and daggers, and thrusting spears and arrows in others without seeking to ascertain their motivations and intentions, their needs...

‘Oh, did I say excised? I meant exorcised!’

The high-elf rolled his eyes in exasperation and disregarded the archbishop’s words as malarkey. He tentatively approached the giant, but remained at a safe distance. He was well-versed in the art of public speaking — his voice could project, though he’d never tried it on a giant before, so hopefully his words landed.

‘Greetings. May I ask, what is your purpose here? What business do you have in elven territory?’ he inquired, repeating his question in Common, in case the giant didn’t comprehend the preposterously intricate elven language.

[wildlcck]

ING (@riiese): HEARTBEAT (receiver feels sender’s heartbeat for the first time) x

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she'd once refused point blank to entertain the idea of literally seeing things from ingvar's vantage-ous point of view- over her dead body, she'd said, if she's remembering right. but, up here, feeling the farthest from dead she's felt in a long time, feeling like she could reach out and grab a handful of cloud or have a birdie fly right into her hands, she's feeling a hell of a lot safer and peaceful up here, in the giant's ever-careful and considerate, delicate hand than down on the cold, hard, unforgiving earth. that is, 'til she feels the force of that big, steady, booming heart of his! the surprise of it almost sending her ass over teakettle and under the damn ground. though, it shouldn't have come as too much of a shock. not really- not with ingvar having as much heart as he does. steadying herself, she puts an ear up against him with a disbelieving little chuckle to hear- to feel- it once more. ❛ my lord- you got a goddamn cannon in there, ing! you really are all heart, ain't you? ❜

[miss-polly]

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Autumn sat heavy in the world around them, turning the green and gold world into umber and russet. Polly herself was an elemental creature, made of the same magic that made up the Fairy court, and the leaves on her antlers hand changed to match. She sat on Ingvar's shoulder as she so often did when they chatted. It felt more natural than sitting beside him, so small compared to his great size. "The veil between worlds is thinner now than it usually is," she says, turning a leaf over in her hands. "I was given my name this day, hundreds of years ago, when I was still too small to remember."

[houseflyy]

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

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“Listen to my new song:

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

[therosepetalrps]

@riiese ・❥・closed starter

Blip. Blip. Blop.

A few fat raindrops fell through the canopy of leaves above, splattering against the inside of her book. Ink tears slid down the page, smearing the directions the inn-keeper had scrawled in the margins of the index. Well, they were anti-directions, really. Belle had asked him to detail paths frequented by hunters, patrolling soldiers, and merchant caravans. And, with that knowledge in mind, she had set off in a direction untouched by any of them.

・・・

When Belle was twelve, she asked her papa why the giant-slayers had to lure the monsters from the forests. There were some years when the wolves would gorge themselves on elk and grow too populous, turning to the villages to satisfy their flourishing numbers. These were years when pelts would hang from every market stall. The hunters did not go to the wolves, the wolves came to them. Thus was not the case with giant-slayers.

This thought lingered - vague, but persistent - in the years to come, nagging at her every time she saw a tapestry depicting a mob of intrepid heroes cutting down a beastly giant.

・・・

Of course, she had no intention of finding the creature. Even she wasn't so foolhardy to wage battle against a giant when her sharpest weapon was her wit. It was evidence she was in search of. A creature of such size must have a voracious appetite. She'd read that, in days long past, a single giant could devour an entire village before the militia had time to rally a single man.

And if it was not raiding villages, it had to be eating something. Would she find a horrific slew of animal carcasses, half-eaten and rotting? Wagons crushed by colossal fists, cast aside bones the only proof that there had been any riders at all?

She leaned back against the thick trunk of the oak tree, feeling sore and damp and more than a little defeated. She sighed, embarrassed by her own thoughts. Was she really disappointed to have not stumbled upon some scene of carnage? She'd gotten one, or two, or ten steps ahead of herself, as usual - having journeyed so deep into the wood with the thought of rushing out again, boasting her own story to tell. One that would not be written in running ink.

Belle felt a sudden rumble that started in her feet and carried upward until her teeth seemed to rattle from it. She could not tell if it was thunder from above or a vibration through the ground below.

[young-botanical-genius]

perhaps i could help. (— Ingvar! Context is up to you]

Seymour blinked up at Ingvar, just as surprised as he ever was whenever someone expressed genuine interest in hearing about, or even attempting to solve, his problems. However, it was slightly less of a surprise to hear the words come from the giant of all people-- as Ingvar was without a doubt one of the kindest souls he had somehow been lucky enough to meet; always looking out for him and always willing to lend an ear or the occasional massive hand of assistance to even the most trivial issues that weighed on his mind.

He smiled gratefully at his companion, then sighed, resting a hand on his chin as he began to explain exactly what had him feeling so troubled at the present moment.

"It's just... A-Audrey's birthday is coming up in a few days, and I don't know what I should get for her." he used his free hand to pluck at the strands of the long grass he sat upon absentmindedly. "...Y-you already know I can't really afford anything... nice. I mean... I thought about flowers, and flowers are nice, a-and they don't cost money, but..." he shook his head as he rambled on, tearing a blade or two of the grass out of the soil in an outward expression of his frustration. "...The problem is I've done that before! I-I wanna get her something different this year...!"

He looked back up to meet his larger friend's gaze once more, eyes desperate and voice dropping back to its usual subdued tone when he spoke again. "...Do you have any ideas?"

[aerospectrum]

riiese asked: this isn't what it looks like. — Ingvar, for Dean talking yourself out of something memes : : OPEN

The forest floor deep in the ravine nestled into the base of a mountain ridge was coated in thick moss and other foliage. He listened to the sounds of the streams and trees groan and twist together with each step he took along the muddy earth. Letting his mind wander, Dean chose to imagine entire civilizations once existing within it all. In all actuality, he was out there lost on the tail end of a hunt that didn't seem worth his time.

He came across a small clearing and forcefully shoved himself through the brush and bushes, batting away spiders and moths that latched to his coat collar and buttons. He took a deep breath, shouldering himself through the remaining vines, tumbling forward across slime laden rocks. Instead of instant frustration it was instant awe... shock maybe when his eyes locked onto the form of a massive creature in front of him. His jaw drops slightly at the sound of their voice and his eyes widen- then almost sarcastically narrow. "Really?" he raises a brow and manages to fold his arms across his chest. "Because it looks exactly like... like it looks, to me." he stumbles over his attempt at wit. "You're not uh... you're not like that guy from the whole.. Jack and the Beanstalk story are you- you don't uh, don't grind my bones, make me into your bread type thing?" he's surprisingly calm for literally encountering a giant.

[elecctricsugars]

Fruit trees stretched as far as the human eye could see, fruit trees abundant with prizes of fresh, unsullied, utterly perfect fruit ripe for the taking hanging from their branches. And yet, it was not so easy, for over the land there rolled sound — simultaneously loud and quiet, soft and resonant, from everywhere yet nowhere, directly beside an observer and yet a million miles away — a wordless song hummed by the very being who had made this boundless bounty possible, the giant Ingvar, so lost in thought that only in his wildest dreams did he think he would have a visitor — and a nonhostile one, at that.

(Ingvar for Wonka!)

Wonka took two looks at the satchel he’d brought and knew immediately he’d thought much too small… He’d never seen so many text-book-example trees or flawless fruits in all his travels! And he’d been doing this for years!

Unburdened, the (comparatively) little chocolatier scurried through the lush brush and verdant foliage that, frankly, seemed to stretch indefinitely. But Wonka would traverse it all, even if it took him… Okay, so his time on land was limited, considering he had to follow his ship’s schedule, but he would spend as much time here exploring as he could.

Lost to his own humming, he hardly noticed the strange, enchanting tune being carried on the breeze… Or, what he believed to be the breeze, because never did he believe that a breath could reach so far…

"Magnificent!" Willy exclaimed, failing to understand he wasn't alone here. He stopped plucking branches a moment to wipe the dew from his brow and to rest his wrists. It wasn't until he'd finally stood completely still that his suspicions began to sink in…