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# XXII ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ ( the fool ) - a person who can take on many different roles as needed / an individual who causes uncertainty because you do not know how they will behave.

a private and selective multi-muse , beware the spoilers and avert thine eyes , 18+  minors - DNI . before interacting please read rules

♡ ˙ * ✧ - loved and adored by jaejae | 23+ | ( they/he ) | est. 2020 then now forever

the wolves are led by one alpha | warrior | head of the table ----- A LEGION this blog is currently dominated by ---- Zoya from AISNO’s Path to Nowhere

muses in this blog are partially divergent from the current canon in their own verses || muses involved in mythology such as onmyoji follows some aspects of their myth and historical context to supplement lore ---- beware of mature themes

a study on - anarchy && crime , the aspects of coming to terms with one's self , war on illegal substances && trafficking , a gang with nothing to lose , an inescapable web of corruption , shackles that bind those who commit crime , redemption , bloody violence && gang wars , a loved one’s gentle && caring touch unrequited 

❝ They feared me, because I feared nothing. ❞

hopefully i’ll be more freed up this weekend and i can throw out some writings, i’ve been really wanting to come back but just been stressed adsoifuausf

The ending credits with Comedy makes me cry, it's so wholesome and sweet 😔🥺😭

I wanna wish all the new mutuals and friends that I have made here a very good and happy new year, let’s kick 2023′s ass and achieve more goals! Thank you all for trusting me with your muses and all the ships and threads that we’ve created together. You are all special in my heart, and I love you guys so much. Keep shining brightly, and let’s continue making amazing memories together. 

Thanks for easing me out of my two year hiatus, the circle of writers who have become such amazing friends new and old have been such good serotonin for me. Mwah mwah, I love you all. 

~ JJ

Many loves from the double jae and many smoochies <3 eat well, drink well, celebrate well mwah <3 

OKAY! I did some writing and cut down my inbox a bit! From 128 items to 100! I deleted some prompts that were just one worded and some that I weren’t feeling anymore. Might not reblog memes until I cut down to at least 50 things in my inbox ;3; 

@sortilegii sent: ' do tell me more! ' orochi beckoned, feet placed on the desk. an exquisite drink in his hand, serpent lord brought the glass to his lips in an elegant gesture. ' you plan to do what precisely in eastside? ' as one who had chosen to mingle in eastside, it may have appeared uncommon for him to have chosen such particularly intriguing company. but, never once had he been attached to discity or its corrupt rich spewing falsehoods through their teeth.

UNPROMPTED ASKS ALWAYS ACCEPTED!

❝ i'm assuming you enjoyed the snake whispering show, mr... orochi? interesting, one of my snakes was called that before its timely passing, perhaps you are that same snake reborn as flesh? now that'd be a true magic trick, hehehe~ ❞ the giggle that followed after her words was filled with a poison, innocent yet deadly as if a torrent of venom would disperse from her snake-like fangs had she kept indulging in her threatening laughter. but the man before her did not fear her, only drawing the snake closer towards one that was equally a trickster.

serpent walks towards the male, a hand adjusting the button of his shirt and even tugging one free so that she could get a closer look at the large snake tattoo burned into his chest. had she just met one that was seeking the same freedoms as her, to plunge eastside into a deep sleep, one filled with happiness and indulgent consumption of ambrosia. does she trust him enough to honestly give away her plan? for can two snakes truly trust each other.

❝ what is it that makes you happy, orochi? chaos? power? love? ❞ the last word was emphasised in sarcasm, knowing beings like them were somewhat incapable of truly providing the generic affection one would want from normal couples. the snake continues, relaying her dreams to the serpent with fervent valour. ❝ my true goal for eastside is for the people to embrace their ambitions and live in complete happiness within the realm of dreams. through ambrosia and my concoctions who some consider a poison?! entirely untrue, those who accept the gift will be lifted from this corrupt existence, this hellhole into a world of bliss that only their dreams could conjure. ❞

normal and more sane individuals would think her to be mad, ambrosia being a deadly poison that turns those who take it into corruptors eventually, but in her mind she is freeing them. she doesn't care whether they turn... it just means that they were never fit for the realm of dreams in the first place.

@furiaei sent: ❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . for belial !!

another prompt i have lost asdiofudsaoif

the mastermind of an underground crime ring he was, and dealings with emet-selch were common place thanks to his large connections within europe. but his eyes were besotted upon his daughter, who was the main point of contact for dealings involving his own clan. his seasonal residence for this winter was norway and after inviting mya over for some business, things soon turned into a direction that definitely pleased the criminal overlord.

topics switched from personal to business and alternating between over and over when these two were in the same room together, that just came with the territory when two fiery individuals with similar passions and interests ended up in the same room. but as their chat carried on, belial would switch the topic to something a bit more personal. ❝ allow me to say something myself, if you would please. ❞

he rises from his seat, raising a finger and placing it gently upon mya's lips, an innocent and sweet chuckle leaving his own before leaning into her ear and whispering, ❝ did you know that i asked for you specifically because i wanted to profess my most ardent admiration for you tonight? enough with the business and contracts, the dirty things... i want to make this winter trip a night for you to remember. ❞

and it was there that he takes his finger and moves his hands upwards to gently comb through the crimson headed woman, so beautiful and perfect in the eyes of the one that dubs himself the fallen angel of europe.

@imarahuyo sent: HEAL :  for one muse to nurse the other back to health from a sickness or injury. ( for birb suzaku ❤️ )

a prompt from over a month ago that i've lost asioduasdaf

was it some land borne illness that had the mermaiden under such duress? from her sniffles and small coughs, he thought it would have been much better for her to return to the sea to heal, but much to his surprise, she wanted to stay with him. perhaps it was due to the warm temperature or the fevers that rendered her unable to do anything than walk short distances for a meal. but the flame bird wanted to make life easier for her, at least for the next few weeks while the illness ran its course. and on this day, it would be no different.

waking up early to gather water from the nearby well in the village, he would return to their makeshift home. he takes a hold of a scented towel spiced with lavender and dips it into the pale of water that was now being warmed by the fire. suzaku returns to the side of his flame and daps it against her head. ❝ are you feeling better, dearest? ❞ asks the phoenix gently, taking a warm soup that he was brewing from the same fire.

he helps her sit up and offers the spoon, blowing on it gently to cool it down before offering it to her, hand steady to prevent any spillage onto her clothes. ❝ get this in your system, it's a chicken soup with a hint of honey... it should help your throat and cough. ❞

suzaku on day one was tempted to heal her himself with the use of one of his regenerative feathers, but he wanted her to experience some semblance of mortality. immortals like them were always so privileged with the ability to heal their injuries and illnesses much faster than others, or sometimes being immune to such concepts of pain at all. the positives and negatives of the land was what she wanted to teach her. cruel? perhaps, but at least he could pamper her properly.

once the soup was ingested by her, he takes the towel and warms it up in his hands once more before running it gently over her neck and arms, being careful and slow. flaming hues burned with love and affection for the maiden that he had grown so fond of.

@cxnvicts sent: ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a punch / stab meant  for  receiver . ( che and horo :) )

from a prompt i've lost (something angsty it looks like)

❝ che... ❞

her voice quivers and falters for a moment, whispering the one-eyed warrior's name under her breath as she watches the blade pierce through his chest. horo wants to scream, but her mouth agape releases no noise as if the darkness around her was swallowing her whole. she dispatches of the enemy that dared to touch him. axe swung like a great anchor that cut the assailant in half before she moves to cradle the taller male in her arms.

❝ you idiot... i told you already you don't need to protect me! ❞ a hand raises, assessing the wound and tearing a piece of her leather jacket to stem the crimson that was now seeping from the white shirt he always wore, painting the innocent snow white in a dark hue of red. ❝ c'mon. c'mon... i'm getting you out of here. ❞ she lets out a loud roar, finally finding the courage within to lift up the heavier and taller male onto her shoulders, being care not to aggravate the wound further as she made a mad dash to extraction.

she left her axe behind, while the dragon's tooth meant the world to her, the life of the man who she was carrying on her shoulders meant more to her than a simple weapon that they could come back for later. not like anyone else but her could lift it. but once she got to the extraction point, waiting for chief and the rest of the group to return, horo removes her gloves and does her best to stem the bleeding further.

❝ stay with me, che... i've got you. ❞

Consider this an official starter call for Serpent! The chaotic snake and resident EastSider is looking for some new victims to torment and scrutinise. Dare you step up to the Queen of all things love and adoration?