#giaunt

so  ,      there’s  a  giant  person  standing  in  front  of  him  …  taller  than  any  person  he’s  ever  seen  before  .      he’s  not  sure  whether  to  even  call  him  human  or  something  else  ,      on  account  of  his  huge  size  .      ‘  titan  ’  doesn’t  really  seem  like  a  nice  term  to  use  ,      even  if  he  doesn’t  mean  it  with  malice  .      grace  can  see  ,      he  can  hear  ,      even  his  skin  can  detect  the  proximity  of  this  large  person  ,      which  very  much  means  he’s  here  .      senses  are  mostly  unreliable  ,      but  this  has  got  to  be  true  .      it’s  gotta  be  ,      or  else  he’s  somehow  going  crazy  ,      and  this  is  the  first  sign  of  it  .      all  these  years  of  study  amounting  to  what  ,      a  trip  to  four  white  walls  and  an  orange  jumpsuit  ?

there’s  also  no  mathematical  way  someone  like  this  should  exist  .      he’s  all  for  being  welcoming  and  understanding            the  golden  rule  ,      treat  others  the  way  you  want  to  be  treated  ,      things  like  that            but  the  latter  is  tough  .      it’s  tough  .      it’s  not  possible  .      the  cells  of  which  a  human  body  consists  only  has  the  means  to  create  a  human-sized  body  ;      anything  else  would  be  considered  a  mutation  ,      and  most  mutations  of  massive  proportions  are  fatal  .      like  cancer  ,      or  gigantism  .      is  his  pituitary  gland  overactive  ,      grace  wonders  ?      does  he  even  have  a  pituitary  gland  ?

❝      you  see  me  ,      i  see  you  .      we’re  talking  .        ❞      they’re  talking  .      it’s  somewhere  they’re  getting  ,      only  grace  doesn’t  know  quite  where  yet  .        ❝      so  you’re  real  .      but  how  ?        ❞

 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪ ㅤ*ㅤYEAH .  /   𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜  𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 .

random dialogue from a book : The books of Earthsea: Ursula K. Le Guin for @giaunt

Gustave is well familiar with the mysteries of the world, before he was old enough to explore out on his own, he read and studied religiously, so deeply curious about the world around himself that he couldn't bear to not study it. Emma had been the diplomat, the one far more suited to being a queen, moreso than Gustave could ever hope to be. But the forest he finds himself in was unfamiliar - one he's never seen before. it reminds him of the ones in his oldest books, ancient and full of magic that hadn't been seen in years. Full of beings that the world outside had long since forgotten, or assumed were long since gone and dead.

The sight of a giant was terrifying at first - tall like the walls of his home - the walls of Lumiére's castle. Larger than even the trees above him, their branches spanning wide and strong. Gustave looks up at him - natural scientific curiosity overwriting any fear he might have had, unable to be really frightened in the wake of seeing a real live giant in the flesh. "A giant? Incredible. I thought they'd all been kill- ah, no. I'm sorry, how terribly, rudely insensitive of me." Gustave shakes his head, another level of the prince's clumsiness that made him horrible as a potential king.

The giants had been killed out of fear, fear of their size, of what they could do. What could happen to the fragile kingdoms of man - in their early stages of growth. And it was stupid, the ego of men, their pathetic inability to accept anything that was different than themselves.

Ingvar and Hilda for the incredible @giaunt, who is a great pal and a wonderful writer! Thank you so much for letting me draw them yet again! I wonder what Hilda's talking about?

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LITERALLY AN ANKLE BITER.

Of course, he turned around and asked them what they meant. The two of them recounted a tale of a hike through the woods to the top of the hill, where they saw it; a man, they said, a hundred feet tall, watching them from the skyline. They even managed to provide a blurry picture that didn't really serve as proof of much, but Stanford took it anyway.

They didn't hesitate to share every detail and excitedly, too. They asked him if he'd bring them a lock of his hair back as proof that he'd slain it, but Stanford shook his head; he had no interest in killing such a remarkable creature if it was real. Their disappointment was promptly ignored when he told them he'd come here to study the weirdness, not put a stop to it.

He spent the next few days preparing for his trip, gathering the necessary materials and provisions to make the hike, draw in his journal, and even shake hands or... fingers with this man. Fiddleford had declined to go, to his dismay, so it was just him, his journal, and everything he could carry on his back.

And everything had gone well until he'd come across a beastly creature he'd never encountered before and didn't have the wherewithal to stop. It turned on him, eyes wide with primal hunger, and his shriek echoed throughout the woods when it pounced, biting painfully onto his leg and not letting go. He fell hard into the dirt, kicking his heel uselessly at its face, thinking, "God, I can't die like this! There's too much left to do!"

@giaunt [from here]

"Other humans... are not believing so."

The more time she spent with the giant, the more she wondered how she could ever have been scared of him. Nicole watched the way he curled in on himself in sympathy, and some degree of fascination. A man so old, and so big.... yet he cowered and shrank. His anxiety tugged at something in her chest.

"Well... then they don't know you. Or they're stupid."

Nicole walked carefully forward, sacrificing some visibility of him for proximity. (He seemed.... like he needed it.) She reached up to pat his arm, but settled for his leg.

Lori looked at Ingvar with an awkward smile with a hint of distress to it as she nodded in agreement,” you can say that again…getting lost in the woods is by no means a good way to meet someone…” she admitted softly with a slight stutter.

“But at least…neither of us are alone. Being alone especially in this forest is never a good idea. I have heard rumors. Gods know if they’re true…but you can’t be too careful,” she added in a ramble due to her anxiety as she frantically looked around as if double checking to make sure that her hopes were correct.