If I had chosen another path, would things have turned out differently

[stopfen]

Who: Mikasa Ackerman and anyone and everyone
When: ∞
Where: Mainly Aefenglom but around other places
What: A permanent log for monthly catch-alls and closed prompts
Warnings: Will be added in the summaries as needed




((This is a permanent post for my things, to keep it more organized. If you want to plot something that's not in one of the open posts just PM me or poke me on plurk kittylyoko

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Trick or Treat (October 31st Full Moons) - OPEN

[stopfen]

[Something felt different this full moon and Mikasa wasn’t sure what. Not exactly. There was a strange hum in the air that made her antennae flick, so much magic, it glinted in her black eyes as she left her house. Standing in the garden clearing, surrounded by trees, looking up to the sky and moons. Her head tilted, turning to watch them like she had so many times. It was getting chilly again, but not cold enough that she needed a proper coat. Just the woolen shawl she’d made over her shirt was enough.

The fae didn’t count how long she was standing there. Nor did she notice her arms getting longer, the small barbs growing along the edges of her exoskeleton, how long and sharp her fingers had grown. Unconsciously, she fanned out her wings. Each segment of the membrane looking like stained glass, after a moment the colours changed.

With that she chittered, looking back at the house with the chickens and Tater. This was her place. It should be defended. But the weather wasn’t good for her to set up a ring of flowers… The fae hummed, pointed fingers tapping on the wood of the gate.

Throughout the night the fae could be found doing several things. Her original purpose in leaving had been to collect small rounded stones to make a more permanent fairy ring.

But it was a full moon and she had so much energy and there was music and cheer in the air, big distractions for a fae. One that made her chirp and flit over. She liked the plants, but fauns and turnskins also caught her attention. She would pet them or make an attempt at brushing them and cleaning their fur.
Others weren’t so lucky.

Or maybe they were. Ones that Mikasa liked, or just the small and cute. She liked them so… She wanted them to stay, yes. So they’d find their paths wouldn’t match what they had been earlier in the day. Those with the ability to see through illusions would realise that a an illusionary wall had been put up to block their route. Guiding them down another and into a loop. And to the side of the path were… cute animals? Flowers growing out of gaps in the cobbles? Mikasa… She was trying to make their trip nicer as winter’s chill started to set in… But she was possibly failing.

People she’d spoken too but didn’t particularly care about? (Or she just thought were grumpy and deserved bullying, Levi, Viren, Emet-Selch) They might notice a strong wind, the sound of large wings buzzing past, but then nothing. There was a noise, something kicking up a gust and messing hair and clothes, but the creature that had done it was completely invisible. And as they wondered under a tree they’d get leaves knocked down onto them.

And finally, people she didn’t like or had never spoken to before. They were getting that same wind, and if they were small enough, they’d be getting bumped into by an unseen fae as she rushed by. After the initial shove, Mikasa retreated, staying invisible under her illusion and watching with shining black eyes. Then she stalked, making it seem as though there was more creatures around, phantom footsteps, small growls from dark alleyways.]

[crowsfeat]

[ The flowers, the animals... She knew not a bit of it were real. She knew they wouldn't be the moment she realized her well worn patrol routes had been shifting, changing ever so slightly. A Hunter was not so easily fooled by the illusory, even one lacking in magical detection of it. But knowing who the source was... that was another matter. Her senses were different, in this form. Her vision keen, as was her hearing, but scent was a little harder to rely on any longer. But something still smelt... familiar, about the magic.

She could guess. But she preferred to know. ]

Come on out, now... I've had my fill of this.

[ Her voice is gentle, lacking in judgement. ]

[stopfen]

[Mikasa was still really new to the whole illusions thing. While it visually and sounded okay without being closely inspected, it did not pass any sniff tests. But look Granny crows playing with sticks and trying to catch each other.

But try as Mikasa had, she'd made no attempt to hide her scent. That sweet honey and berry smell that her dust left, giving away her presence. That didn't mean she was letting up the illusion anyway, not all of it.

She lets the bit that was hiding her slip away. If it weren't for her wings and their changing colours, it might have been hard to spot her. She'd perched on the side of a wall, her scythe-like arms clinging. Holding her almost parrel to the ground. Peering down at the harpy with shining black eyes.

Watching...]

[crowsfeat]

[ Once the source of the magic was revealed... Eileen could not, ultimately, be surprised.

Who else, after all, cared enough to attempt to delight her like this, but not really know better that it was wasted on her? ]

Mikasa...

[ The moons pulled at her, as well, after all. But she was used to taking sedatives for it, at this point, to bolster moments when Shu's bond could not hold their influence back. ]

[bloodwit]

[ following the faungregation, viren is stalking back to his home, cutting through a patch of a woodsy area as he heads toward the road. he, initially, does think himself to be alone.

with the gust that whips his clothes about, musses his hair, has his wings flapping in retaliation, and is complete with a buzzing that assaults his ears -- it's easier to ignore, even if the bug-like noise likely indicates this to be the work of a passing fae. viren makes an exasperated noise, waving his claws through the air as if to swat a passing fly.

it's when the gust has subsided, and yet a boatload of crisp leaves get dumped on him when he's passing beneath a tree, that has him reacting. his tail lashes in irritation, and he raises his voice to address seemingly no one, ]

Who's there??

[stopfen]

[The fae didn't giggle, didn't make a noise. Just stared for a moment with large black eyes as she kept herself hidden... Ha...

Then she moved to knock more leaves-CRRRRK.

And a whole branch was going down. Mikasa managed to keep the illusion hiding her appearance up, but she hadn't been expecting to be flapping her wings so much. So yep, that was the telltale droning hum ringing out into the air.]

[bloodwit]

[ ah, yes. faes.


that is a whole-ass branch he hears snapping. viren sidesteps its trajectory, then immediately ducks to scoop it up. he's going to use it like a makeshift feather duster, except one (1) invisible fae is the dust. nothing overtly aggressive, quite yet—he's not swinging it like he would his staff in the midst of battle—but he is poke her back into visibility near to where he hears that flapping. ]

[sealeted]

...

[The illusions wash over her, unseen and unused. But Hakuno is well aware of the feeling of being followed, stalked, stared down and trailed after from the shadows.

...still.

It feels different, from an enemy.]

Was there something you needed from me?

[stopfen]

[Somewhere along the line, Mikasa had taken to hanging out in a tree. Swinging along with those long scythe-like arms, the sharp barbs digging in and holding her in place.

Well...

She just chirped, unsure what to do here.

...












............SUPRISE, Just plopping out of the tree and scooping up. Hi.]

[sealeted]

A-Ah...?!

[She flutters in alarm for a moment, before she leans back and puts a face to those buff, chiseled... familiarly chitinous arms.]

Oh, it's Mikasa. What's up?

[Pls do not eat her, she is but a fluffy moff.]

[arturiarex]

[ Saber is out tonight, on the night of the full moon, to take a brisk walk to burn off some of her excess energy. She's fortunate that her bond means she's merely restless instead of going completely primal. SHe's had that experience before and has no desire to repeat it. She's merely passing by when she feels a rush of wind and her wings tighten up against her back as she glances around with a frown. Someone - or something - was nearby. ]

Show yourself.

[ Well, she's always been the direct type. ]

[stopfen]

[Silence. Complete and utter silence, to the point that it was unatural. A few seconds pass. And the droning hum returns-

From all directions this time.

No show though...Only buzzing.]

[arturiarex]

[ Saber regrets not having her sword on her. She pauses, glancing into the darkness, trying to pinpoint the buzzing that seems to be coming from all around her. She walks another step and then another, poised for any sort of threat.

It's just who she is, honestly. ]

If you mean me harm, I will not go quietly.

November

[stopfen]

{{I'm going to be posting my stuff under a header here once I've written it up. Feel free to wildcard or wait for me to add my prompts... Or just poke me with where your post is.}}

Petals - part 1 - Closed to Yachi - Not NSFW, but nsfw themes cause...sex pollen

[stopfen]

[It was kind of nice, leaving the bright wall now the chill had set in the city. Into the warmth of the early summer of the Wilde. The fae wasn't too worried about going out, it wasn't a long journey. The area the plants had appeared in had been free of Cywd, she had her charm to defend her if needed.

Everything she'd heard made the place sound pretty safe. Miss Lottie had even laughed and told Mikasa to bring a friend when she sent her off to gather ingredents.

That was the first time she'd heard her witch mentor laugh.

So Mikasa had packed a small bag, a few stone knives, vials, jars. Yachi... Yachi had seemed somewhat intrested in the garden, enough for Mikasa to invite her along. It wasn't an eventful journey, they got a few sour looks from the people of the slums as they passed but... Mikasa couldn't blame them for that.

At the change in tempture, the fae was shrugging her bag off, removing the jacket she'd put on. Giving a small sigh.]

It's always strange how different the weather is out here. [Still, there wasn't much futher to go.]

[chirpier]

It’s like stepping through the wardrobe portal—!

[ from that one western movie about a lion, a witch, and a magical closet. yachi says this with awe as she brings a bag of things, tools they let her borrow from the coven, and from there, begins to unpack, pulling the strap off her shoulder and then her manager’s jersey (the only thing close to a jacket she had). ]

I’m glad, it was starting to get cold.

[ rubbing her fingers in the spring air would help them feel warm again. looking around— she immediately spots a long, curvy tendril that looks a lot like a stem grasping for trees, but pulling out a drawing from her pocket makes her go “aha!” ]

I think this is it . . . They really are overgrowing if we found one so fast, right?

[stopfen]

[Yachi... There's a quiet murmur at the mention of wardrobes and portals. The girl may or may not find Mikasa later looking in the wardrobes at the cottage in confusion.

But she was more bothered about finding these plants. And it was the Wilde after all. The last time she'd been out, she'd been chased by an undead horse monster. Granted this area was supposedly safer, closer to the farmland.

She pauses at the noise the girl makes, turning to look. Head dipping down...oh. It had been below her eyeline, by quite a bit. She crouched a little, getting a closer look.]

Yeah. But strange things tend to happen here. Be careful, I've been told they're not dangerous but... [She hadn't liked how giggly Miss Lottie had gotten when she'd sent her off. With that small warning given, the fae was putting her bag on the ground, reaching in for the knive and jars.]

December 2020

[stopfen]

[wildcard disclaimer goes here]

Modranicht - Closed to Eren

[stopfen]

[Mikasa knew winter was bad. But even when she'd first arrived and snow covered the ground without a coat, it hadn't felt as freezing. Maybe it was a result of her changes. As much as being called a bug annoyed her, it was true that she resembled one. And you didn't exactly see bugs often in winter.

Or flowers. While the magic kept some of the greenery alive, the smell of flowers wafting in the air from the small teahouse(If that was what it was, cafes, teahouses, diners, so many words that nearly meant the same thing...)The fae didn't regularly go out to eat. But the smell and a place to hide from the cold for a little while seemed so appealing. So she'd scurred over, hunching her shoulders in her too-big men's coat and the hood of her woolen capelet pulled over her head.

Maybe she could see if they had any sweets the orphan kids might like-

Only to grunt as something big exited the building. Except...She couldn't step back, her feet were rooted to the spot.]

...huh?

[usurpers]

[ eren couldn’t step back, either. he’d have to get back to work soon, already handling a hefty break in diplomatea by nearly napping on the table. when he realizes his tea has come, it was time to wolf it down like a shot, and maybe have another. spiced, caffeinated goodness awakens him from a sluggish demeanor. ardric’s warmth doesn't play with anybody, and he’s even ordered a canteen to bring with him.

except he can’t go anywhere now, not after his hulking frame is stuck strategically by the outside, hooded and bundled in three or so layers of heated poncho. he’s been here long enough to know what this means, and when he looks down, quietly pulls back his hood with both hands (there were holes there, for his horns), the surprise is littered in his eyes anyway.

this shouldn’t bother him as much as it should either, given he’d . . . kissed her, on the night of the masquerade as mild as it was, but. the pit of his stomach still tumbles, and the more silence wedges between them the more his black scales burn different colors. ]

Modranicht - Closed to Styx

[stopfen]

[It was a simple outing. On paper... At least that's how it felt to Mikasa. Going to one of the stores selling toys and things children might like, seemed easy enough. Then they'd gotten into the store. It was a cozy little place, with wooden blocks painted all colours and tin-plated toys lined the shelves, creating a small maze for children to explore.

Maybe asking Styx for help was a bad idea with his bulk. But he'd brought up this 'grab bag' thing and seemed to know what he was talking about. Though there was that much packed into the cramped shop that they'd separated a little bit, Mikasa looking at the lower shelves. But it doesn't take long for her to pop up again holding some things. Lifting one to almost poke Styx in the arm with one.]

Look, they have toys that look like dragons.

[Dragon's without wings.]

[tothemetal]

[this is definitely a bull (or faun, given the universe) in a china shop situation, but Styx's extreme cheer makes it very difficult to feel regret over forcing the massive man into such an awkward situation. he's as careful as he can possibly be navigating the cramped aisles, trying his best not to be distracted by things such as the model train display...and only partially succeeding. the smokestack blew actual smoke! how could you not stop to watch that?

thankfully the flutter of movement Mikasa causes in his peripherals bring him a little closer back to the present.]

Oh dude, those are killer! Do the little arms move and everything?

[they're dinosaurs. he knows they're dinosaurs. he even knows some of their names - such as the t. rex whose tiny arms he very gingerly nudges up and down with a delighted grin. and yet Styx makes no attempt to correct his friend, simply accepting that these are little wingless dragons. the fucking moron.]

January 2021

[stopfen]

[Oh god, it January.......]

Sweet treats - open

[stopfen]

Bakery
[The idea had been sweet. Get a few varieties of cakes for the children, so they could try new things and see what they liked. It wasn't the most difficult thing here. Money went so much further here than back home.

Now she was in the actual shop the fae was paralyzed. Not because of those annoying plants from the previous month. But from the sweet smell that made her antenna twitch, her raptorial arms stretching out to reach. Just standing there in the middle of the bakery. One tapping the glass. It got a laugh from the shopkeeper... Then a few minutes passed and then his mirth dissolved a little, the man swatting at the fae's limb with a tea towel. 'Come on, come on. You're not a child.'

He wasn't impressed when that got him a small hiss from Mikasa, giving another swat.]

Orphanage
[Eventually she'd made her purcheses and pulled herself away.

With several boxes of cakes stacked high enough that Mikasa struggled to peer over the top of them. The math hadn't occurred to her at first, that there'd be so many. But two flavors for 36 kids... That was a lot of cakes. Even if they looked small individually.

Then there was a small yelp, the fae's wings giving off that lovely droning buzz, those sharp barb covered arms on her back reaching out. Trying to regain her balance as a foot slipped on a small patch of ice.]

shows up late with starbucks - bakery

[benedicus]

( working part-time in the bakery has been usually pretty unremarkable, but aziraphale has been enjoying it. particularly because the shopkeep doesn't mind allowing him to work the majority of a shift behind closed doors, in the kitchen. he's still adjusting to his more than fuzzy appearance and didn't always appreciated having anyone else lay their eyes on him.

it depended on the day really.

except, none of that really matters when he hears what seems to be some kind of commotion coming from the front of the shop. immediately, aziraphale pushes the door to the kitchen open to take a good look at what's going on. )

Oh! Oh! What do you think you're doing to this young lady?

( did he just see him swat at her? with a towel? how disrespectful! before things could escalate any further, aziraphale pushes his way in front of the shopkeep, insisting that he should go check on the ovens in the politest way that he can manage. thankfully, there isn't any argument from him and he disappears into the back.

leaving aziraphale alone with this poor abused customer. )

Hello. I am terribly sorry about that, I believe he's just in a sour mood today.

( or so he would assume, anyway. )

Could I help you pick something out?