(N): giant (obsolete)

send one of the following for the sender’s muse to capture the receiver’s muse. add ‘+reverse’ for, well, the reverse scenario. feel free to elaborate with further details if needed! potential triggers for dark scenariors.

«ENTRAP»   for the sender to capture the receiver in a trap made by the sender.

«IMPRISON»   for the sender to throw the receiver in jail.

«SPELL-BOUND»   for the sender to use a spell to entrap the receiver.

«POWERS»   for the sender to use special powers to entrap the receiver.

«KIDNAP»   for the sender to kidnap the receiver.

«SECURE»   for the sender to keep the receiver in a secure location for their safety.

«DISTRACT»   for sender to keep receiver in place through means of distractions.

«CONTROL»   for sender to keep receiver in place through means of mind control.

Still, six fingered hands pried at the jaws of the beast, but it held fast, dragging him in the mud, only relenting when the ground shook. For a moment, it was almost as though the two of them looked at each other with the same question in mind.

The creature growled when he moved again, tears pricking the edges of his eyes as its vice grip tightened. It bowed its head low like it was ready to take the whole leg with it with a whip of the head, but the ground shook again. And again. And again. With purpose, with quickness; whatever that was couldn't be a weather phenomenon. It was coming right for them.

And then he saw it, the giant that those folks in the diner had talked about, and, momentarily seemed to forget about the creature at his feet. His eyes were wide with wonder and terror alike at the sheer magnitude of him, taking it in. The creature that tore into his leg bowed its head again; it seemed to understand the natural order of things. The giant was big, and it was at the bottom of the food chain, but if its emaciated body proved anything, it was that this creature likely hadn't eaten in days.

And then it was pulled from him in an act of kindness, lifted a considerable distance off the ground, and thrown. Ford was able to sit up, using his elbows and hands as leverage, as the creature ran into the darkness with its tail between its legs. He watches it go for only a moment before his focus is, entirely, on the giant, staring up at him. For a second, it was as though he'd lost his voice, but managed to mutter a, "...t-thank you!" as he fixed his glasses.

And then he moved again, this time towards Ford, fingers outstretched. What research he'd done on giants beforehand suggested that they ate humans, but myth wasn't the same as truth; this giant had just gone out of its way to save him, after all. Still, his breath caught in his throat, driven purely by the adrenaline coursing through his veins, managing, just barely, to get enough leverage to move from a sitting to standing position, favoring his uninjured leg. He knew he couldn't outrun this, injury aside, and it wasn't as though he wanted to. Stanford Pines had seen many fascinating creatures during his short stay in Gravity Falls already, but nothing compared to this.

The moment the human spoke was the moment the hand froze in its approach. Ingvar gasped sharply, intaken breath like a minor gust of wind. His fingers twitched. He swallowed, and didn't frown nearly so deeply anymore.

"Do not do... what?" came his ocean-deep, yet wool-soft voice, words slowly spoken.

Then it hit him like a thunderbolt, and his jaw dropped and eyes widened to rival dinner plates: he'd reached for the man without saying a word...!! He surely thought him some angry brute, the human, or at the least not a very friendly or polite sort. Where on the Goddess' green earth were his manners, great big fool?! He brought his hand back to himself, and let the arm drape over the thigh which was parallel to the ground below. Upon that he rested much of his weight as he leaned forward, and whispered a response.

"Please, be forgiving me," he said, and bowed his head, obstructing most of his face with long curtains of dark hair. He uprighted it again. "I was not — not being — I-I was not meaning to be frightening of you," he stammered. "Simply — a-are you... being all-right?"

 ‎󠀠󠀠𝓘ngvar's hearth-warm greeting met Spike's bashful smile .

Every time Spike ventured toward the Castle of the Two Sisters , he couldn't help the initial fright that demanded he readjust to the Everfree Forests' magnitude & mystery . Ingvar's presence wasn't any different .

❝ Hi again Ingvar . ❞ His stumpy arms wrapped supplies to deliver , so it was his jittery tail which waved hello . ❝ I — I wasn't expecting to see you , either ! Better be careful though , ponies are coming into the forest to see the phoenix migration . Speaking of which , you got a little something on your ... ❞

Ingvar wondered what was so funny, and what Spike meant by a little something on his... well, somewhere; he didn't finish his sentence. His face scrunched up a moment in confusion, and he ran a hand through his beard, head tilted.