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have you ever heard of bad ideas
Who: eren jaeger (+ mikleo in the closed prompt), you in the open prompts!
When: may 7th - may 14th more or less i’m flexible
Where: mostly the coven’s magical creature stables, coven baths, wherever else if you’d like to plan something different! just hit me up 🤙
What: eren jaeger is a mess
Warnings: mild body horror (itching, raw skin, self harm, shedding?? w/e you call it), some nudity, eren jaeger
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[ if you’ve heard about some newcomer dingus going into the wilde and coming back mostly unscathed— then you’ve also heard, through the coven’s gossip, that nessie and mhairi have already given them stern punishment! forty lashes!! starvation!! banishment!! torture by—
you’ve probably heard it all and more. the truth is, eren is under stable-arrest for a week after being reckless, working harder than the daily keepers and wearing a closed off, unfriendly frown through most of his errands. either thinking about troubles or punishing himself through tasks.
tiny (many) braids hoist the longer hairs that would usually stick at the back of his neck when he’d start to sweat, despite the moisture and cloudy days of the month— the beginning of his hand, leading to his palm and thumb is disfigured and healing the old fashioned way, victim to a bite (from his own mouth), but laboring through any stings with sharp inhales. catch him working, or resting, or. doing something weird.
he can mostly be found around the horses, picking their hooves, carrying blocks of hay over his shoulders for feeding time, mucking their stables and brushing them with certain skill. he had to learn all of that to ride them back home— he’s tried his hand at the pristine unicorn out back, alas . . .
he has wonderful intentions, but his actions and intent to get there are far from pure. she rejects his attempts at petting often for grazing, but doesn’t turn her back to him completely. she watches him plenty, in fact, every so often coming over to smell his back as he mucks her space— and so does he (watch her), respecting her and making sure the water shines like her coat does.
the cockatrice rooster doesn’t seem to like him. puffing its neck out and stalking eren from behind, the cock asks for a duel with his foot as he scatters feed for them in the mornings. accidentally stepping on a resting hen’s tail doesn’t help his case. a scandalous squawk causes him to jump, the cock to attack— and this to happen. it’s hard to say which one’s screaming the loudest.
or wildcard a mythical creature there are so many good ones. ]
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[ knives, blades, needles and tools are no novelty to eren! when interest piques as a simple idea, it’s easy to ignore. at most, he’ll pick up whatever it is, give it a once over, before setting it back where it belongs while cleaning out the sheds and organizing utilities.
as his week passes, the idea becomes a desire. the oddity in collecting what has suddenly interested him gradually slips away, and soon enough—
by the end of the day, when the evening colors the sky with purple and murky charcoal, eren can be found going through the tool shed near the peryton for the sharp objects present, and ah.
just looking and testing the edge with his fingers, sharpening any dull things with the stable’s file. nothing more. noticing someone’s extra presence, he’ll look over his shoulder and speak up. ]
. . . I used to use blades a lot. Two at once.
[ it makes sense in his head at the moment, for staring at the edge of a hoof pick and garden sickle and holding back the small urge to stick it into his pocket. it’s the only thing that makes enough sense. ]
Ｃ．ＢＡＴＨＳ (cw: mild body horror)
[ once the days are close to over, eren heads out to wash his clothes and himself back at the coven’s baths, but almost always in a rush, caring not for the company he’d meet or share baths with. near panic flares his nostrils and makes his breathing heard from afar— because his body burns.
it itches day in, day out, he can’t sleep can’t eat can’t do anything with how much its come to drive his mind into a spiral. have you ever had full body psoriasis? once his clothes are discarded carelessly, wading into the waters until they lap at his hips, he scratches wildly at his skin, nails digging relentlessly into flesh until they leave behind streams of even brighter red than what they already were from grating at them all day. his teeth hurt, his mouth aches (another problem) and his skin crawls raw, hell he’s itching, he’s been itching horridly ever since he’s gotten back from his field trip to the wilde, and as a man who has a lot less self preservation than one should have—
it feels like there’s something under his joints, the corners of his eyes, his ears, his neck, the tops of his hands and feet up to his shins beyond the sore dryness and flaking; where the burn and skittering underneath is at its worse.
so he scratches, and cusses, and scratches until skin breaks, until it bleeds in the form of dots of crimson— until he’s picking at it, caring less for the stings it causes, what feels almost like relief rather than more pain to worry about.
slapping salves on him from the offered treatment some bonded have given him helps, and to stop mutilating himself more than he’s already prone to doing, he lathers up even before soaps to rub the excess dirt off him, exhaling a sigh when he could finally breathe. at least. for as long as the temporarily relief that the ointments bring would give him.
fearing that he’s caught by the very disease that overtook the filly pair past the slums . . . he’ll have to talk to mhairi again. perhaps one may want to stop him in the meantime, he’s starting to pick enough at spots that it looks like he’s 👌 this much away from tearing off layers. ]
When: may 7th - may 14th more or less i’m flexible
Where: mostly the coven’s magical creature stables, coven baths, wherever else if you’d like to plan something different! just hit me up 🤙
What: eren jaeger is a mess
Warnings: mild body horror (itching, raw skin, self harm, shedding?? w/e you call it), some nudity, eren jaeger
Ａ． ＣＡＲＥＴＡＫＩＮＧ
[ if you’ve heard about some newcomer dingus going into the wilde and coming back mostly unscathed— then you’ve also heard, through the coven’s gossip, that nessie and mhairi have already given them stern punishment! forty lashes!! starvation!! banishment!! torture by—
you’ve probably heard it all and more. the truth is, eren is under stable-arrest for a week after being reckless, working harder than the daily keepers and wearing a closed off, unfriendly frown through most of his errands. either thinking about troubles or punishing himself through tasks.
tiny (many) braids hoist the longer hairs that would usually stick at the back of his neck when he’d start to sweat, despite the moisture and cloudy days of the month— the beginning of his hand, leading to his palm and thumb is disfigured and healing the old fashioned way, victim to a bite (from his own mouth), but laboring through any stings with sharp inhales. catch him working, or resting, or. doing something weird.
he can mostly be found around the horses, picking their hooves, carrying blocks of hay over his shoulders for feeding time, mucking their stables and brushing them with certain skill. he had to learn all of that to ride them back home— he’s tried his hand at the pristine unicorn out back, alas . . .
he has wonderful intentions, but his actions and intent to get there are far from pure. she rejects his attempts at petting often for grazing, but doesn’t turn her back to him completely. she watches him plenty, in fact, every so often coming over to smell his back as he mucks her space— and so does he (watch her), respecting her and making sure the water shines like her coat does.
the cockatrice rooster doesn’t seem to like him. puffing its neck out and stalking eren from behind, the cock asks for a duel with his foot as he scatters feed for them in the mornings. accidentally stepping on a resting hen’s tail doesn’t help his case. a scandalous squawk causes him to jump, the cock to attack— and this to happen. it’s hard to say which one’s screaming the loudest.
or wildcard a mythical creature there are so many good ones. ]
Ｂ．Ｙ’ＡＬＬ ＤＯＮ’Ｔ ＫＮＯＷ ＡＢＯＵＴ ＭＹ ＫＮＩＦＥ ＳＴＩＣＫ
[ knives, blades, needles and tools are no novelty to eren! when interest piques as a simple idea, it’s easy to ignore. at most, he’ll pick up whatever it is, give it a once over, before setting it back where it belongs while cleaning out the sheds and organizing utilities.
as his week passes, the idea becomes a desire. the oddity in collecting what has suddenly interested him gradually slips away, and soon enough—
by the end of the day, when the evening colors the sky with purple and murky charcoal, eren can be found going through the tool shed near the peryton for the sharp objects present, and ah.
just looking and testing the edge with his fingers, sharpening any dull things with the stable’s file. nothing more. noticing someone’s extra presence, he’ll look over his shoulder and speak up. ]
. . . I used to use blades a lot. Two at once.
[ it makes sense in his head at the moment, for staring at the edge of a hoof pick and garden sickle and holding back the small urge to stick it into his pocket. it’s the only thing that makes enough sense. ]
Ｃ．ＢＡＴＨＳ (cw: mild body horror)
[ once the days are close to over, eren heads out to wash his clothes and himself back at the coven’s baths, but almost always in a rush, caring not for the company he’d meet or share baths with. near panic flares his nostrils and makes his breathing heard from afar— because his body burns.
it itches day in, day out, he can’t sleep can’t eat can’t do anything with how much its come to drive his mind into a spiral. have you ever had full body psoriasis? once his clothes are discarded carelessly, wading into the waters until they lap at his hips, he scratches wildly at his skin, nails digging relentlessly into flesh until they leave behind streams of even brighter red than what they already were from grating at them all day. his teeth hurt, his mouth aches (another problem) and his skin crawls raw, hell he’s itching, he’s been itching horridly ever since he’s gotten back from his field trip to the wilde, and as a man who has a lot less self preservation than one should have—
it feels like there’s something under his joints, the corners of his eyes, his ears, his neck, the tops of his hands and feet up to his shins beyond the sore dryness and flaking; where the burn and skittering underneath is at its worse.
so he scratches, and cusses, and scratches until skin breaks, until it bleeds in the form of dots of crimson— until he’s picking at it, caring less for the stings it causes, what feels almost like relief rather than more pain to worry about.
slapping salves on him from the offered treatment some bonded have given him helps, and to stop mutilating himself more than he’s already prone to doing, he lathers up even before soaps to rub the excess dirt off him, exhaling a sigh when he could finally breathe. at least. for as long as the temporarily relief that the ointments bring would give him.
fearing that he’s caught by the very disease that overtook the filly pair past the slums . . . he’ll have to talk to mhairi again. perhaps one may want to stop him in the meantime, he’s starting to pick enough at spots that it looks like he’s 👌 this much away from tearing off layers. ]
A, well fuck you too mouse
Still, she tended to keep away from people. The library had been a good respite, but she couldn't stay in there forever. The gardens usually had people in them, this time of year. But the stables were close by, relatively quiet, and had...interesting animals to look at.
Well, usually quiet. Kaede had been distracted by a peryton who'd been wandering loose and accepted scratches between its budding antlers. The screaming made the creature snort and stamp its front foot as it snapped its head up, The impact mashed Kaede's fingertips into its head, which...didn't feel nice, but she could tolerate it. Not like it was the animal's fault.
With a frown, the horned woman went over to investigate—the peryton stayed sensibly back in the yard.
There seemed to be quite a tussle coming from the yard with the not-chickens, and not all those flailing limbs seemed avian. Kaede approached slowly, but steadily.]
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look again, and the reason might be more apparent. the birds flock over one flailing ball, scattering and returning with each bit of space the raging rooster gives them to have their share of feed. under the crowd is a young man, screaming his own fair share at the bird who yells and scratches back at him with talons! gallantly fending off the giant from his harem!
eren doesn’t punch him, but he certainly tries to smack the bird away as much as he can to have room to get up. the hungry hens don’t help when they snap blindly at the pellets all over his clothes, his hair— lord, help him. he makes a tremendous effort to smack them all away, and with frustration, kicks enough to thrash them all into a spook. ]
Agh!! Off!!
[ OFF he screeches again, with more room to finally lift himself off dirt and chicken shit, but it hardly comes out sounding like words. ]
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By now she'd realized there was a person under there, but there were too many feathers and bird-things darting about to make out much more than kicking boots and thrashing arms. It wasn't until he spoke that the horned woman tilted her head slightly--did she know that scream?
Oh--someone from the festival.
...she supposed she owed him for not letting her pancake into the ground. Kaede swung herself over the fence, tugging the end of her skirt in annoyance when it snagged on a splinter. A far cry from something three-quarters dead. Some of the hens pecked at her shoes inquisitively, found nothing, and went back to their feast--until Eren screamed, kicked like a cat mauling a rat and sent the hens scattering with distressed squawks. The unexpected noise made Kaede flinch too, but she didn't back off.
Neither did the rooster, coincidentally. The cockatrice jumped at Eren again--Kaede seized the creature under the wings as it did so. It immediately took issue with this, kicking and squawking and flapping its wings, so Kaede clamped it to her chest, curling her arms over its torso to stop its flailing wings from smacking her. Some of its claws had poked holes in her shirt anyway before it got there, but now its feet kicked uselessly at empty air. The most the cockatrice would do now was snap irritably at her face--its neck was just too short to reach.]
Having some problems?
[She was ostensibly talking to Eren, not the wriggling cockatrice in her arms.]
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shaking his head and batting at his clothes, to get the excess dirt, feed and feather dust off (his mouth, too? he tries to raspberry whatever it was that got in there because eren doesn’t even want to know), he looks up midway, the frown he wears deep into his features— but they lighten up to wide eyed regard and a double take when he sees the pink haired girl he sat with during the city’s earlier festivities.
she looks— a lot better. ]
You got the bigger one . . . Thanks. [ in her hands, literally. inhaling deeply and shooing off some hens with his foot, he keeps his fingers running across his injured forearms. It was almost weird. ] You’re more lively.
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Thanks...?
[Was that a jab or a compliment...?]
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eren stares for a moment himself, trying to figure it out himself while absently dragging nails up his arm. as if it wasn’t scratched up enough as it is. ]
That’s a good thing.
[ considering you were almost dead!! ]
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...okay.
[The cockatrice had given up on its attempts to bite her--for now. Its neck was still puffed out, and it made a growling cluck every so often. You'll be sorry, just you wait! As soon as he gets free...!]
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I’ll throw the food and you toss him.
[ getting that prepared with ration and corn being scattered ahead and stepping back, yes he explicitly just said to toss the cock. ]
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But not until she's satisfied Eren is holding up his end, which Kaede is naturally suspicious of. So she hesitates, watching him as intently as the cockatrice is. For separate, non-murderous reasons.
When he threw some of the corn, though, the cockatrice turned his head to look at that instead--and Kaede flung the creature away from her explosively. Not...not literally, but the way the thing was squawking and furiously flapping its wings it might as well have been.
Please go for the feed instead of her face, chicken-dinosaur monster thing.]
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they don’t seem very interested beyond scratching at the dirt. ]
That’s the only one that gives me trouble. [ the rest of the animals are pretty nice? resting his back against a stable post, eren starts— to scrape his back against it. god damn itches.
behind him are the peryton, one of them folding their wings and extending its neck over to smell him. one of the does watch kaede from afar, her calf regarding her with bubbles little horns only now beginning to grown out. ] The rest are pretty— [ it’s. nibbling on the colar of his shirt. ] decent—
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Now that she could risk looking elsewhere, Kaede also noticed the peryton again. The nearest wasn't quite close enough to pet, so she didn't reach out to pet one. There were witnesses, though the witness in question seemed to...be scratching his back like a bear.
Okay.
Maybe he was scraping mud off his back, or something. The young woman was distracted by the peryton soon enough, glancing over at the one chewing on Eren's collar and doing absolutely nothing to help or shoo it away.
She even snorts at him.]
Cute.
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Stop— [ he needs to kill the itch before it gets worse, even though he’s never been able to relieve them that quickly. the buck forces him to retreat for the buckets of food for them, stepping away from his reach and manually clawing at his side. he can’t reach it that well, but— augh.
while he gathers a bucket and fills it with feed, the peryton still keep their gazed between feeding time and the pink haired girl. ]
They don’t bite.
[ the baby looks most interested in her— got pet it’s little nubby head. it’s too cute to say no. ]
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Kaede wasn't to worried about the little one approaching her, though she still commented about it.]
Just eat shirts?
[The horned girl reached a hand out for the little thing to smell, but the fawn dispensed with such pretensions and impatiently butted its head right up into her hand. Head pets, right now.
The contact made her fingertips ache again, but she just...couldn't help it. The fawn's little button antlers were covered over by something soft, like velvet. Not hard and bare like hers. And its ears flopped around cutely as her fingertips found nice sensitive scratchy spots on its head.
Kaede also couldn't help the little, barely-there smile on her face; a curve at the edge of her mouth. But it was there.]
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My shirt.
[ he doesn’t see them doing the same to other handlers, but maybe that’s just because eren’s new. he just— watches the exchange from the corner of his eye, and turns his head just a little bit more to see it in full. not going to lie, it was wholesome. eren’s attention is jostled with the head of the young buck nudging his arm almost relentlessly to return to the bucket, bumping its snout with its bottom lightly (which doesn’t bother it in the slightest). eren returns to the feed, and sets the one for the mother and calf close by to kaede’s reach. ]
You’ve got talent for them.
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If you say so.
[The doe was much more interested in the feed, but the fawn lingered a bit longer to get a few more scratches. Which Kaede was happy to oblige, while making direct eye contact with Eren instead.]
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They could use more hands around here, if you’re Interested.
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Kaede let her hand drift back to her side again, flexing the fingers there. That ache was back again.]
I'll think about it.