(open + closed prompts on demand)
Who: eren jaeger + you! (also some closed prompts)
When: august
Where: clothing stores mostly but u can tell me where
What: eren needs new clothes for new armwings, and a good eye for cloaks or ponchos (that’s you 👀). closed quest prompts and others— if you’re interested in a quest or something else i’ll be glad to start it off!! just hmu to plan out what (
liberos or owlie#3609)!
Warnings: n/a will add as needed
YOU LOOK LIKE AN ANGRY LIZARD
[ eren can be found outside of clothing stores, stalls, any of them, all of them, dispatching employees to choose pieces at his own discretion— because he has no clothes.
mostly no clothes! he only dawns with him pants and his new tailored shoes (but only because it rains). any fabric from the waist up is nonexistent, leaving a chizzled back, abdomen and chest spread with black and scarlet scales to freedom. regular shirts have become an imprisonment to the titian membranes that anchor along his ribcage, webbing across the elongations of his elbow and forearm and forming limbs that aren’t dissimilar to a bat’s. it doesn’t restrict much movement, just takes up more space, and requires some getting used to beyond growing pains and stretch sensations where there shouldn’t be.
he’s gotten some suggestions from a young, enthusiastic fashionista that’s attempting to fit some of her homemade pieces onto him every so often. she’s like, thirteen, though. and seems way too excited that someone has (quietly) agreed to model her wild ideas. she’s aware they’re crazy! but that’s the beauty of it! she proclaims. it made her day. she almost cried.
hence eren’s (quiet) compliance. it’s a goddamn kid living her dream and he doesn’t want to be the one to shatter that in her.
you’ll see eren removing the garments and setting them brusquely on top of a mannequin, before coming to you with saturated scales— a telling sign that he’s feeling a pique in his emotions. laces intricately weave onto his horns and how his growing hair is braided into a loose bun . . . it is and isn’t a look for him all at the same time. ]
I just need a cloak.
[ free him. ]
When: august
Where: clothing stores mostly but u can tell me where
What: eren needs new clothes for new armwings, and a good eye for cloaks or ponchos (that’s you 👀). closed quest prompts and others— if you’re interested in a quest or something else i’ll be glad to start it off!! just hmu to plan out what (
Warnings: n/a will add as needed
YOU LOOK LIKE AN ANGRY LIZARD
[ eren can be found outside of clothing stores, stalls, any of them, all of them, dispatching employees to choose pieces at his own discretion— because he has no clothes.
mostly no clothes! he only dawns with him pants and his new tailored shoes (but only because it rains). any fabric from the waist up is nonexistent, leaving a chizzled back, abdomen and chest spread with black and scarlet scales to freedom. regular shirts have become an imprisonment to the titian membranes that anchor along his ribcage, webbing across the elongations of his elbow and forearm and forming limbs that aren’t dissimilar to a bat’s. it doesn’t restrict much movement, just takes up more space, and requires some getting used to beyond growing pains and stretch sensations where there shouldn’t be.
he’s gotten some suggestions from a young, enthusiastic fashionista that’s attempting to fit some of her homemade pieces onto him every so often. she’s like, thirteen, though. and seems way too excited that someone has (quietly) agreed to model her wild ideas. she’s aware they’re crazy! but that’s the beauty of it! she proclaims. it made her day. she almost cried.
hence eren’s (quiet) compliance. it’s a goddamn kid living her dream and he doesn’t want to be the one to shatter that in her.
you’ll see eren removing the garments and setting them brusquely on top of a mannequin, before coming to you with saturated scales— a telling sign that he’s feeling a pique in his emotions. laces intricately weave onto his horns and how his growing hair is braided into a loose bun . . . it is and isn’t a look for him all at the same time. ]
I just need a cloak.
[ free him. ]
@bakugou
it might’ve been a good route to take, considering . . . bakugou. he has two vials, silvery liquid in them and holds one out to the younger. ]
Before we go out.
[ supply run depends on this!! ]
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[He scowls and turns away, pacing up and down like a caged animal. He's only here because he's bored and if he's stuck in this city for another second he's gonna chew his own leg off.]
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It’s for a temporary bond.
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[Except he knows Eren isn't. He knows that he's got a choice here: take the bond and get the hell out of here for a bit or stay here and languish.
His fingers twitch.
He knows what he wants. But his pride, his goddamn pride, makes him pause. Finally, he grabs the vial and slams it down his throat, fighting the urge to gag, and then drops it on the ground.]
This doesn't mean shit.
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It means partnership. [ they can start moving now, but as they walk: ] Is that why you didn’t get one yet?
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[So clearly yes. But not only that. He stops after Eren eyes glaring burning holds into the ground in front of his feet.]
I'm not just gonna do the shit these assholes tell us to. Like we're just at their fucking mercy.
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he'd be telling the coven, their captors, to go fuck themselves, maybe. with captain levi here, he'd be more accepting of what to follow— especially under the commands of humanity's strongest. he knew how to survive, he knew what was best. make your choices and make them well. ]
You're at your own mercy if you'd do that to yourself, not theirs. [ he makes sure to make that present tense as well. ] The natives know a lot more about the cycles here than we do, it's a given. You'd seriously put you and everyone else in danger because of that?
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I can handle myself. Don't lump me in with all the other extras here.
[He knows his control wanes with every full moon but... He just has to keep fighting. Has to get stronger. He won't let this beat him. He won't.]
Besides, they don't know shit. They don't even know how we got here or why we're turning into monsters. You're too trusting.
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[
There’s trusting every ass on the block and there’s communal fact shared by an entire continent. [ he waves, flippant. it’s almost— funny? he doesn’t trust the coven or the parliament, and this dude’s going to die, but.
go die, he supposes. ] But what do I know.