#fate extra fox tail

[luckythereviewer]

Welp, it took us over a decade but we finally got it. Tamamo's NP in Foxtail

Clearly takes inspiration from both Extra Record's version as well as Extella's version of her NP regarding her attack.

[sco07ut]

ok one person asked about the reasonings behind my furry au so here’s (almost) every character in the show (sorry)

tubbs + edward: weird inbred pug adjacent dogs, i don’t even need to explain this one but the noses, the breed’s reputation for interbreeding, the viciousness untrained dogs can exhibit

val: deer, aside from the obvious visual link (mark gatiss’s lankiness and grace when playing val has undeniable deer-like qualities) deer are also surprisingly brutal at times despite being herbivores. they’ve been known to eat small birds to supplement nutrients & i feel like this ties into her matching harvey’s freak even though he usually seems to be weirder than her at first glance

harvey: toad, for obvious reasons

benjamin: frog, because despite being in the same (animal) family, he’s too different + wrong to ever be accepted by harvey. there’s this fundament divide between them that’ll never come together. (val being a deer could also be seen as her being more accepting of benjamin since she also isn’t a toad and doesn’t have those standards)

chloe + radclyffe: frog tadpoles (in that life stage where they still have a tail but have grown all four legs), doing an excellent job at pretending to be toads

geoff: pig, pig mask from apocalypse + him being the ‘fat one’. there are probably better choices but honestly idk i’m just feeling pig vibes for geoff. perchance for violence when you least expect it but also strangely endearing

mike: boar, the slightly better version of the pig, bigger and tusk-ier. also with a violent streak (asking geoff to kill his wife in the anniversary specials). they’ve got a sort of sturdy feel about them which for some reason i relate to mike

brian: mouse, pathetic and cowardly, he never stands up for himself against geoff + just endures what’s going on, though perhaps with a bit of snark (adjacent to a mouse biting you with their tiny little mouths)

pauline: fox, animal associated with a tricky & cunning nature and in fables is almost always the crow’s opposition. fated to be enemies etc. foxes in folklore are known to use deception for their own gain or to get where they need to be (the burger thing, going behind mickey’s back as part of the deal to be released from prison, pulling off the entire dementia life insurance scam)

ross: crow, animal associated with a tricky & cunning nature and in fables is almost always the crow’s opposition. basically same as pauline, they’re both tricky and manipulate the other into doing what they need to do. also, when it comes down to physical prowess, the fox is always going to win

mickey: capuchin monkey, s3e1. on a more serious note, monkeys are associated with being creative + cheeky which i feel just work with mickey’s personality. the capuchin part comes from the fact that they have adorable sweet faces and aren’t anywhere near as terrifying as your more well known species (chimpanzees, orangutans, gorillas, whatevs)

cathy: weasel, also often considered a tricky, cunning character in fables + in my mind a weasel would be like the fox’s enemy. idk if that’s a thing in real life

hilary: cow, his dvd extras bio having his fav animal be moo cow + the cow mask in apocalypse + his wife being a literal cow

maurice + his wife: llama and goat respectively. maurice being a llama is mostly just to contrast against his wife since they’re more reluctant to just eat what they’re given, compared to goats who’ll devour whatever they can get their trotters on (linking to cutting the special stuff into her own meat, making something subpar but still edible)

sam: politicians are often associated with snakes & snakes also have a reputation for eating whatever they can fit their mouths around (sam still eating the special stuff despite acknowledging that it ‘isnt right’ or whatever he said)

farmer jed tinsel: collie, hard working farm dogs but liable to going absolutely insane if left to their own devices (see, andrew)

chinnery: giraffe, linked to the giraffe from apocalypse + just as a personal aside, melman from madagascar 2 (who becomes a shoddy doctor). also visual similarities, being tall and blonde. this one is more of a stretch but you could argue that the way giraffes give birth (standing up to allow their newborn baby to fall six feet upon entering this world) could be analogous to chinnery’s veterinary practices - swift and brutal

charlie + stella: swans, someone accurately pointed out the whole ‘mated for life’ thing, which (if we ignore the specials) is what charlie n stella are pulling off. swans are also vicious little cunts which links to their personalities quite nicely. & another stretch but swans can be fiercely protective of their offspring, which in a way could parallel the way stella copes with julie’s death, she’s fiercely protective of her memories of julie

les: songbird, but like specifically one in captivity alone, doomed to sing forever but never find their calling (sorry)

babs: peacock, much to her displeasure, visibly amab but still undeniably beautiful + eye catching

iris: rabbit, we have all heard the phrase breeding like rabbits. also, does can start procreating at 4 months old which parallels iris having judee at 14 (sorry if this is how you found out about that). i think there’s also something to say regarding iris’ like neverending supply of energy to work as many jobs as she does + also (sort of) look after 11? kids vs rabbits/hares in folklore being swift + energetic

judee: pedigree cat, the very image of wealth and luxury, her entire existence came at a high cost. these cats are also very high maintenance, between properly looking after their fur + dealing with the medical issues that can stem from dodgy breeding. stereotypically quite bitchy animals too

bernice: sheepdog, i did have a brief debate with the gf over what sort of animal would best represent a religious leader. particularly in christianity, parishioners are referred to by their pastor as a flock (& it also ties into the biblical stories of shepherds travelling to see angels or the birth of jesus or whatever), so it would stand that their leader would thematically mirror an animal that could lead a flock. i did consider a ram (especially because the horns would be a fun nod to bernice’s utter demonic personality) but ultimately i settled on an english sheepdog since they also have a bit of a rough side + have cute little fringes like bernice

pop, richie + al: wolves, distinct hierarchy in their family, reflected by how wolves will generally always submit to pack members with more authority than them

ollie: chihuahua, ne’er before have i seen an individual so clearly afflicted with little man syndrome. yappy + annoying + prone to picking fights with everyone sorry i mean the wrong people

phil: cheetah, for cheating his way to the top by sleeping with that one guy. only half joking. also partially appearance based

dave: capybara, very tolerant, reflects him putting up with ollie for so long. genuinely struggled with this so that’s the only explanation i have aside from they both also have brown fair

tish: koala, also purely vibe based. she seems like she would have stds SORRY

lance: bearded dragon, a lizard species that can regrow their limbs (lol)

ernest (ableist guy): labrador, generally well-meaning but far more likely to mess something up than actually be of benefit to anyone

mick (cave guy): mole, underground vibes

sorry can you tell i don’t have many thoughts about some of the bg characters

ally + henry: hyenas, known to be violent animals + the obvious ‘laughing’ parallels to them being cunts in the cinema and also their appreciation for killingths

vinnie + reenie: two old hens, always clucking and tutting about something. slightly scratchy personalities vs chickens being known for scratching up the ground (it’s a stretch i knoww i’m running out of ideas)

pam, pamela, whatever: elk, the bugle. that or those baby seals you see on tiktok making stupid, weirdly human noises

herr lipp: donkey, ass jokes

frau lipp: bat, vampire jokes

i wish there was more to these but it’s literally what it boils down to

papa lazarou: some sort of freakish chimera, primarily a lion (ringleader of the circus and plays into the idea of there being one lion in the pride + a bunch of lionesses, him and his wives) but with other bits and bobs of other animals like a chimpanzee (evil) and a crocodile + elephant (representing the animals he stuffed wives into). my girlfriend was also like ‘what if his extra parts were bits he took from his wives’ which i thought was hilarious and am stealing

alvin: sheep(?), thematically used to represent people who follow the crowd + are quite mainstream, in this case this refers to his sexual practices. also considered to need someone else to be the decision maker, this could apply to both sunny and judith

sunny: dolphin(?), known to seek pleasure + highs by snorting sponges or whatever. sexual freaks

judith: praying mantis. pure vibes

@dangerliesbeforeyou @sleepysuburb (hope you guys don’t mind the tag, just saw u were interested in seeing more the tags :])

[foxgirlsounds]

How much tail is too much tail?

Do you prefer foxgirls with or without psychic powers?

Favourite foxgirl manga?

This ask sponsored by foxgirls. Please for the love of god fluff responsibly.

1. There is never enough tail

2. All fox girls have psychic powers to ci very more girls into fox girls

3. This is actually a hard one, I don’t read as much manga as I should. I think Senko-San is very cute, and I have a soft spot for Fate/Extra CCC Fox Tail, even if I wished they used fem Hakuno for it

[madmanwonder]

Crossover Crack Ship: Jaune Arc x Tamamo no Mae

Nine-Tailed Honor/Knight of the Peerless Fox Beauty/Fox of the Knightly Aura

Jaune Arc of RWBY

Tamamo no Mae of Type Moon: Fate Extra

[richincolor]

Book Review: The Fox Maidens by Robin Ha

Publisher’s Summary: Kai Song dreams of being a warrior. She wants to follow in the footsteps of her beloved father, the commander of the Royal Legion. But while her father believes in Kai and trains her in martial arts, their society isn’t ready for a girl warrior.

Still, Kai is determined. But she is plagued by rumors that she is the granddaughter of Gumiho, the infamous nine-tailed fox demon who was killed by her father years before.

Everything comes crashing down the day Kai learns the deadly secret about her mother’s past. Now she must come to terms with the truth about her identity and take her destiny into her own hands. As Kai desperately searches for a way to escape her fate, she comes to find compassion, and even love, in the most unexpected places.

Set in sixteenth-century Korea and richly infused with Korean folklore, THE FOX MAIDENS is a timeless and powerful story about fighting for your place in the world, even when it seems impossible.

My Thoughts: Kai is a character that readers will not soon forget. It’s not just that she crosses paths with Gumiho, though that plays a part. Beyond that, it’s Kai’s persistence and belief in herself that is remarkable. The rules of the society are strict when it comes to class and gender and Kai has to fight against a lot, but she refuses to back down.

Before the story begins, the author provides background information about Gumiho. There is also an overview of the societal roles which have an effect on everything that follows. Throughout there is plenty of action, stealthy creatures that hunt, multiple violent deaths and a lot of other things going on, but readers can’t help but constantly notice how pervasive the gender and class structures are in this time and place. Women–poor women especially–have very few options. While this is a grim truth, it’s not the only truth. Kai and other women do sometimes find ways to work around or through the system to get what they need or want.

There is a young woman who has noticed Kai and it is interesting to watch that unfold. The love interest is not the main part of the story for a majority of the book, but becomes increasingly important over time. I would have liked there to be a little more attention to developing the relationship because it feels a little abrupt, but it’s still a nice element of the story.

Along with an intriguing storyline and relationships both familial and romantic, the illustrations are gorgeous. The design is striking and the colors are used very effectively. When scenes are in the present timeline during the day, the five traditional Korean colors are generally used–red, blue, yellow, white, and black. A slightly brownish monochrome is used for scenes that take place in the past and sometimes a single pop of color is included in a panel or two. The night scenes are usually grays and blacks with one or two accent colors. This helps the reader easily transition from one scene to another. The chapter divisions kind of break this pattern. They may have colors beyond the traditional palette and generally have a softer, more romantic look to them.

The book is a feast for the eyes and the storytelling both through text and images is compelling. I can tell I will be reading and re-reading this one many times.

Recommendation: Get it soon especially if you enjoy historical K-dramas, Gumiho, and/or thrillers with a dash of love. Check out the peek inside below to get a taste of the story and art.

Extras:

Peek inside the book at Epic Reads (first 17 pages)

Book Trailer on Instagram

Robin Ha shares her drawing process, talks about her first two graphic novels and then shares a brief bit about THE FOX MAIDENS in this video.

Publisher: Balzer & Bray Pages: 320 Review copy: Digital ARC & final copy via publisher Availability: On sale February 13, 2024

[rebellenlied]

* // character profile: mikuzume horikawa.

full name: mikuzume horikawa

age: mid to late 30's

species: human

affiliation: karakura town

known family members: suzume horikawa (daughter; estranged)

contains shared lore with: suzume horikawa

faceclaim: habin, lilith's cord

full name: tamamo-no-mae

age: ~3,500

species: kitsune (fox yokai)

affiliation: herself

magic type: shapeshifting, fire magic, illusory magic, enhanced speed and strength

known family members: suzume (daughter; estranged)

contains shared lore with: tsukuyomi (@/reiiishii) amaterasu (@/hxbiris), suzume (found on this blog!)

faceclaim: caster (tamamo-no-mae) + koyanskaya/tamamo vitch, fate/extra + fate/grand order

lore on mikuzume/tamamo will be answered via a Q&A/FAQ format!

what is tamamo-no-mae's goal?

she'd already achieved a few of her goals already (toy with kings of older civilizations across china, japan, and some parts of india to destroy said civilizations/dynasties-), but her ultimate goal is... kind of, sort of, total domination of the human realm. in order to accomplish this, she needs her tails back.

what happened to her tails?

tamamo sacrificed seven of her tails to escape the emperor's men in the late 11th century. after the illusion was destroyed by an archer from the emperor's army, she was forced to remain in hiding until the time was right to start collecting her tails - something she tasked her daughter, suzume, with... though it backfired drastically.

you mentioned tamamo had a daughter, suzume. does suzume have a father?

unless its plotted otherwise, nope! suzume was essentially created via asexual reproduction - tamamo used magic and some of her own DNA (take that as you will), the magic keeping the DNA stable enough to incubate and grow into a fox kit. but again - unless things change, suzume does not have a father.

why are tamamo and suzume estranged? do you mind sharing what happened between them to cause that rift?

tamamo-no-mae is not a nice person at all. sure, she can feign kindness to get what she wants, but even that facade doesn't last long.

i'll try to add proper cw tags for this but in short, tamamo is abusive to suzume. the best way i can describe it without going into too much detail is to compare their dynamic to that of medusa and crona gorgon from soul eater. she's not afraid to experiment on her own child, nor is she afraid to make her own daughter go through hell on earth to get the results she wants. and she'd do it again.

[chim-aera]

winter

I want to bleed my colors dry. to wither and writhe into nothingness, palid skin stretched too thin like canvas portrait, like feathers over a wing bone.

I wish I could go cold. ice smooth, snow soft, perfection.

I want to blot out the ink that seeps into my skull and stains my soul I want to be pure. not chaste, not demure, but tooth sharp and glistening.

but I am a creature of earth, clay, metal. rotting leaves and broken bark, branches creaking, snapping underfoot like brittle bones I'm all autumn sunlight fading and dying out in a blaze of glory I am not winter moonlit or owl calls, or perhaps I'm neither.

soft.

gossamer and down fluff, the peeping of a nearly hatched fledgling, moonflowers kissed by frost.

I've always found a solace in the quiet, in the emptiness of winter's solitude.

sharp.

like wolf teeth, like talons, icicles dripping frigid waters into my lungs, let the fragments crystallize into my diaphragm like shining shards of sunlight blessed by holy hands.

I want to be wind quick, light like downed leaves fluttering to surface, but I am down trodden and dead set to the center of the earth with this horrid heaviness that sets into my spine.

let me unwind it, uncoil, go still and pliant like a snake unfurling it's body before it is about to strike.

but I do not long for violence, perhaps, sometimes I wished I was sinking my bite into an enemy and not always myself but at every chance I have I shrink away and bow my head.

I do not want to be Ouroboros, how am I the enigma, the paradigm of Laelaps chasing her quarry endless for eternity. I am my own Teumissian fox. will I always be prey?

no. I am something else. soot smoke blackened, crescent moons hanging so low it seems you could leap and take a bite out of them. let them glint and glimmer in my teeth like the metal I never used, like the perfection I never achieved or even tried too. watch as it drips and trickles down my chin through the gaps and sharpness of my molars, like an overripe orange.

oh there are so many metaphors.

I am haunted, but not like a church or a graveyard, no, haunted like a forest is. all fox bark laughter all shining eyes too cold, too pale, too dead. all bonfire embers, stamped into molten melted marrow, a maudlin cry for a swift end or a bitter truth. like Icarus all golden and glowing and bloody and bruised as he descended from the heavens.

oh I speak of that a lot, don't I? I am but some hollow nesting screech owl, some tyto with her wings are ruffled pulling out my own down yet sobbing for softness.

I am all raccoon claws, cautious and clawing, a deer with it's antlers on wrong. rubbing into oak trees and hawthorn, a meager attempt to shed my misery but shedding my skull instead.

I am not some diaphanous figure all mirrors and marbles, I am fractured like glass, like ice too thin, like dirt mixed in snow, soil, dark and earthy, the sharp stinging scent of evergreens and torch light. of burning books and candles with their wicks cut too short.

burning bright, but oh, oh so fast.

someone take these words from my mouth they rest heavy, heavy on my tongue like a sinner's prayer. oh I've been pleading since creation by some divine hands, Mother, do you take me?

I feel I've been seeking to be Persephone but I'm forever fated to be Cailleach instead. a bitter irony really. Crone, show me your ways.

I am chasing my own tail again. tracing my steps and my spell circles, the rings on my fingers feel like extra bones, like battle claws, like power. on cold, withering, trembling skin.

I'm so pallid recently, maybe I really am washing myself dry of any color or clause. a useless conjunction of a cacophony of condolences and curiosities.

I am all sharp eyes, smudged smoky, copper hair, breaking, brittle, bleeding into sunsets, maybe morrow. maybe flames. maybe nothing.

I am not all wheat soft, Ceres, mother. I've always been a volatile little thing, soft spoken yet sharp toothed. grinning like a Jack o' lantern, lost like a rambler, oh how I do ramble, waiting for some Willow o' Wisps to guide me, to fate or future, death or demise, I'll let them decide.

what am I? I'm folk tales, child, something old and young, something creaking and clawing, yet aching for some gentleness, quilt soft and blanketed in snow and snapdragons, but I will try, try oh so hard to be gentle, like a bear folding in its claws so they stab into its pawpads.

or maybe I've never been fierce. maybe I'm a rabbit, crying wolf at the moon until Diana takes pity and gives me my own set of fangs.

a deer who's been shot too many times that the arrows form spikes, turned eldritch and ethereal by my own suffering.

maybe I was never a beast. a creature, perhaps, a ghost. a memory, an illusion.

watching as friends, as acquaintances out grew me, so that I disappeared all fleeting and flurrying like snow that melts too quickly, passing me by with a smile and hand shake and a blossom in my palm like an imaginary friend, I look down to see my hand bleeding and inside my cupped fist in all it's cruel amusement is a bloodied, crumpled forget me not.

let me run. oh gods, let me run. let me run on stumbling shaking legs fleet footed and furious, until the archers cannot touch me.

funny, how I tried to pick up a bow. so maybe, just maybe I'd no longer be prey, but I set it down just as quickly. I always go so soft. so easily.

no brutal backlashes, no cries and screams of terror of rage, of horror and this deep rooted fear that has set its home in my ribcage.

no, where is my anger, goddess? because it seems I am more sacrificial lamb then wolf snapping its jaw as the hunter takes the final blow. I am the deer purposely putting its head into the noose. what? It is better to choose then let myself be slain again.

perhaps I am beastly, but in the way the dragon was, Saint George was not saintly then again it is funny how that word is supposed to mean holy but how far, far it is from that. that story has always left a bitter, putrid taste in my throat like gunsmoke and bile.

a serpent, of course, like Tiamat, Leviathan, watch as she curls into herself, for the knight to plunge his spear into heart, her tongue lolling past fangs, her eyes blazing in fear as the hollowness fills her her pupils.

I have always been that dragon.

a griffin, perhaps. no. more sympathised then dragons, but I have never been one like that. gilded feathers curved beaks shining like rubies and redwood. why are they guarding their treasures, while dragons hoard theirs?

I have always been that dragon, my father's sins, my father's horrors. he sheds his cloak and wishes to drape it over my shoulder so I wear it as my own I shrink back hissing and clawing like an animal cornered.

my eyes glow red in headlights.

there is something wrong with me.

isn't there?

my father is empty and howling like wind through rocks and flames rising as the screams reverberate.

my mother is all hidden battlegrounds, a silent sort of scorn, an inner maelstrom, a pain she inflicts and suffers every breath.

am I both?

but I am no Lich nor Leviathan.

oh call me Seraphina. cut me deep and watch my blood, all silver and shining stain the earth, see the wing bone at my shoulder blade, see the crescents, the moon marks, the scales. oh those god awful scales how I've tried clawing them out but they only set deeper.

what am I?

I've spent so much time creeping hunched through shadows I forget that light stings me. Quasimodo, how I always found solace in him.

I too would fall, but they'd step back, just like they had with him.

oh, there's a sweetness in your sorrow, an endearment in your enigmas. oh? then why don't you stay? instead of disregarding me like some sullied shrapnel of what I could have been.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

how the words rot in my mouth like a carcass dipped in honey. my own throat has tendrils, ivy and hellebore, the wolfsbane stains my eyes, the monk'shood is sewn into my being.

I'm all horrors and hilarity. an amusing combination. Baba Yaga and the maiden all rolled into one.

I've been talking for too long, or perhaps I've just forgotten my voice so the words are all stretched thin and snapping as I roll my sentences around on my tongue.

all poisoned sweetness, mellea verba a serpentis lingua.

but I have always been Eve and never Lilith.

the wildness in my veins is tameable, and oh how I hate the duality.

the softness and sharpness tearing at each other's throats. a wolf and a lamb wearing each other's coats.

but yes.

I wish to be soft, and cool, and glistening.

peaceful and preferable, like a cold snap in July.

but I've always been a muddy Autumn's child. so let me wear my crown of fungus let me don my cloak of wool.

revels and merriment, laugh and spit. make your jests of me, go on, but let me do it willingly. I will be your favorite fool, and I will grin at you as you make me your jester.

but I will hold out, no prideful princes or some knavish king. no I'll wait. perhaps the cold will take me, if you lot won't.

I've heard on smoke-plumes and chickadee chatter the Lord of Winter is far kinder, to things like me. so here I'll wait.

and when he comes I'll look up at him, all moon-eyed and mirth full.

"are you cold, my darling?"

my lips, frigid and frozen will nevertheless form a smile, as the breath curls around my forehead, as he removes his cloak and sword, one gesture of a savior, one gesture of my end. the chess move has never been mine, but my answer is but the catalyst, and as I remain, curled against a treetrunk, a willow or pine, perhaps, all shivering and shaking, I'll reply, my eyes dancing with unseen firelight.

"no, not at all, my Lord."

[damien-wolfram-art]

Getting Over it

** Writer's note: If you want to set the mood, I have a song for you to listen to before reading! Here it is! I'll also link a time stamp for the climax later on! **

**Extra Credit! I made a playlist! Rock on with Menma!**

“Uggh!” Groaned Menma, rolling from one side to his other on his messy bed. His mind was rife with thoughts of his recent break-up and the events leading up to it. His relationship hadn’t been particularly rough. He thought it had been going well actually.

Sakura Haruno was the child of heroes. She was extremely well known and well liked in The Hidden Leaf Village, Menma’s home village. When he was placed on her team, it felt like a blessing. Sure, he had to share her with, Mr. Useless, Sasuke, but he could ignore him. As payment, he would get to see Sakura’s inherited strength up close. Little did he know though, that his admiration would blossom into something much more.

The two started dating after a very informative training session. Sakura felled many trees that morning. Menma quietly watched over her as usual until she targeted the tree he was in. Observant as he was, he noticed right away and instead of fleeing, jumped down to catch her glowing blue fist.

Her big pretty green eyes opened wide, and he grit his teeth, meeting her gaze with his own tired deep blue ones. His deep purple chakra emerged and overtook hers, stopping her dead in her tracks before his back could even hit the tree.

“Men-ma?” Sakura whispered in surprise. Usually, people stayed far away from her fists if they could avoid it. Her monster strength struck fear into both her enemies and allies. “W-what are you doing? You could’ve gotten hurt!”

Menma’s chakra dissipated and he loosed Sakura’s fist. He let out an exhausted chuckle before speaking, “I’ve been gauging your strength for a while now, y’know? I needed to test it for myself.” He slumped against the tree and Sakura followed him, crouching in front of him.

“Menma!”

“I’m fine,” he dismissed. “Just took a lot more chakra than I was expecting. You really are strong.”

“I-I’ve never met someone so reckless!” Sakura chastised and Menma just laughed some more– weakly.

“You weren't worried about me, were you?”

“I-I,” she didn’t answer.

“Heh, we should train together more. I get the feeling that we’d both get better for it y’know?”

“Why don’t we go grab a meal? We can talk about training over lunch.”

The rest was history. The two would train until near exhaustion and then date in what remained of their off hours. It all changed after one fateful mission though.

Menma still couldn’t totally remember what happened. He remembered the difficulty of his mission escalating dramatically– far beyond the range for a team of genin like his. He also remembered waking in the hospital. It was Sasuke who told him that Sakura too had been injured. He rushed to see her, but she refused him entry.

Now, all Menma felt he could do was feel sorry for himself for losing such a catch. He rolled over again and changed the music track on his phone from a somber rock song to something much more intense. Inside him, something terrible stirred. He winced as the wave of gut-wrenching hatred resonated within him– Kurama, The Nine Tailed Fox. “Not now,” he moaned.

“You’re pitiful!” Snarled a deep guttural internal voice.

“Shut up…”

“Brat, you dare address me with disrespect!?!”

“I don’t really feel like talking,” Menma explained, curling up.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…I can’t believe I’m actually bonded to you.”

“Leave then,” Menma ordered weakly.

Kurama growled, “You really are annoying.” A ninth of the beast’s chakra jumped out of Menma, manifesting as a small, masked fox.

Menma peered over his bed at the beast curiously. “What are you doing?” He asked.

“You need to get over yourself! She was just one mate!”

“Mate?”

“Girlfriend, wife, who cares what you Humans call it!”

Menma blushed at the idea of Sakura being his wife, but returning to the conversation with Kurama, shook his head. “Whaddaya mean get over myself?” He snapped back.

“She’s just one mate! You can find another.”

“She’s The Child of Heroes! -”

“And I am the Nine Tails!” Screamed Kurama loud enough to shake Menma down to his very core. The small fox shifted into the form of a masked large white tiger and pounced upon him. “She is not the only grand achievement you have attained, nor will she be the last!”

“Kurama, what are you doing?”

“Showing you just how stupid you are being!” Kurama answered and with a clawed paw flipped his Human partner. “So, what if she left you?!?” He ripped off his bottoms, so that he was exposed. “You have other accomplishments and will certainly have more! See!”

Menma grunted, feeling the large beast invade him. “Kurama!” He squealed–face hot from angry embarrassment.

“How many can claim to have mated with a tailed beast, hm?” Asked the beast.

“Not many,” said Menma, now understanding that Kurama was trying to cheer him up.

“Yet another of your accomplishments!” Exclaimed Kurama. He was extremely rough.

Menma bit his lip and took his barbed thrusts painfully. “You bastard,” he grunted breathlessly. “Can’t you go a little easier?” Despite his whining, Menma was feeling a little better.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it. I’ve seen what you do behind closed doors!” Kurama scolded, slamming deeply into Menma and crashing into something that made his Human partner yelp with delight.

Kurama was right. Menma often allowed himself to get plowed and was as fond, if not more, of playing with his own holes as he was touching himself elsewhere. The more Kurama railed him in that spot, the more Menma got closer to his climax.

“Ah fuck, Kurama!” Menma groaned lustily, moving his hips with his beast. Their final thrusts were perfectly timed to the beat of the music.  A strikingly impressive guitar solo from his still blaring phone stole his mind and he spilled out onto the sheets he was humping. It was one of his favorite artists too.

Inside of their mind palace, Kurama sneered. Inside of Menma, he came. The two rode out the rest of the song breathing in sync with Kurama laying heavily on his partner.

@narutokinktober

@bitchbot3000

[patchoulimodelo]

Where are these cute fox girls from. Tamamo and tamamito or whatever. I love their outfit designs.

They're both Tamamo from the Fate/ franchise. The one in my icon is regular Tamamo, who's from Fate/ Extra and its sequels/spinoffs. The yellow one that likes Modelos is Tamamo Aria, the personification of one of the original Tamamo's tails after she severed them and is in Fate/ Samurai Remnant. There's also Tamamo Cat but she's only in the gacha and that's not worth looking into.

[luckythereviewer]

(Spoilers)

Huh, Muryan is really one of Kazura's components along with Pixie. Her 3rd one is a big secret.

The 3rd one is likely going to be the entire reason for her Repulsion to One’s Kin skill and is the entire reason she is the way she is, which, I’m going to be honest, I’m not a big fan off. It basically means all of Foxtail and Kazuradrop being a threat whatsoever is the result of BB basically being stupid for the sake of the plot and giving Kazura a essence that would basically screw her over for no other reason other than she was either just stupid or she didn’t think Kazura would be able to do anything.  This does begs to question the whole situation with Muryan in LB6 given, if I remember correctly, Nasu deciding to include her was because Kazuradrop was planned to have her as a component but he decided to cut it in favor for something else but now it seems he went back on that and give Kazuradrop Muryan anyways which makes me wonder what Nasu had planned on Kazuradrop’s 3 essences being without Muryan. Because Muryan getting cut I can see now that we know that one of her essences is a Pixie. Why give Kazuradrop 2 Fae spirits that, from what I’ve looked into, kind of play similar roles. Regardless, they will either reveal the 3rd one in the event story or they will end up leaving it up to Foxtail to do so. If it's the ladder then that's good but, if it ends up being the former, then I feel like, at this point, Nasu and Type-Moon should just cancel Foxtail because it literally has nothing else to reveal or introduce at this point and given Nasu, in OC3, is will to just skip to the end of stories and spoil how series ends (RIP Extella series), it'd make sense to use this event to spoil how Foxtail ends so they can can the manga and, more or less, have everything in the OG Extra series wrapped up so Extra Record can just go full reboot.

[leaderpinhead]

Camryn (OC) - A Fox, A Snake, and A Cap'n

Side Note: This scene takes place before the Twisted Wonderland story officially begins, meaning the second years (like Riddle and my OCs) would be in their first year.

“I’m not one to usually complain,” Camryn stated with a sigh, “but when you said you had a gig I’d be interested in, I was honestly expecting something a bit more…profitable.” 

“Is this not up to your standards?” Caha asked. Camryn’s ears twitched at the hissing undertone he caught in Caha’s laugh. “I imagined you would be absolutely thrilled by such an easy task.” 

“It’s not that I’m against an easy job,” Camryn argued. He leaned his shoulders against a pillar in the shade of the breezeway, careful not to uncomfortably squish his tail. “You gotta admit this is pretty boring though. I actually pity the guy who thinks he can jumpstart his career by being a background extra.” 

Caha hummed but didn’t say anything to the contrary. Across the courtyard, Vil directed a few members of his club into the positions he wanted. Camryn hadn’t paid much attention to the short film’s synopsis, but he assumed it was something dramatic from the way one guy kept swooning. 

He turned to James, who stood stiffly beside him watching the club members play out their scene. “What say you, Cap’n? You as bored as I am?” 

James’s eyes narrowed when the Pomefiore student fell into another dramatic swoon that had Vil shaking his head. “I don’t understand what any of this has to do with a modern retelling of an infamous pirate crew.” 

“Perhaps they are the infamous data pirates we were all warned about during the technology boom three decades ago,” Caha said. “I heard there was quite a profit to be made pilfering information from our grandparents’ calculators.” 

Camryn snorted when he saw the tiny smile Caha tried to hide. James outright scowled at the snake beastman. “If that’s your idea of a pirate, then you lived a horrendously sheltered life.” 

Camryn whistled low enough not to catch Vil’s ire. “That’s a big word coming from you. You been catching up on your reading with Riddle as your housewarden?” 

James’s face turned red in record time, which Camryn knew it would. Heartslabyul’s freshman housewarden was a sore topic for James. “My vocabulary has nothing to do with Rosehearts!” 

“Cam has a point though,” Caha egged on. He rubbed the corner of his mouth with his knuckles to hide his stretching grin. “You’re a very one to two syllable type of guy. I almost thought you were mute until I saw you passionately debate Trein on the historical evidence for the existence of the Eloquent Captain.” 

“He was real!” James argued. His voice slightly cracked with its rising volume. Camryn fully leaned back against the pillar, his tail swishing around his ankles. “There’s plenty of evidence proving the sea the Eloquent Captain sailed is the north-eastern part of the Coral Sea. There are even oral stories started by the mermaids who had once encountered him and his crew!” 

Camryn gave the impression of an aimless shrug. “Yet you’ve even got the campus’s biggest history buff shooting down your so-called evidence. None of it’s been proven, bub. That’s why it’s considered a legend.” 

“It’s a legend because no one wants to believe it!” Caha and Camryn shot each other a grin while James flailed his hands to make his point. “Because if they did, then they’d have to admit to the existence of the wild tribe of boys led by an never-aging fae child, who frequently kidnapped the local children when he had to get rid of the ones who grew old enough to question his leadership. The Eloquent Captain was constantly attempting to save those children from that cruel fate!” 

Caha bit down on the corner of his mouth. “But James, even you’ve admitted to the one fact that disproves your own argument.” 

“What?” 

Camryn really did try not to chuckle, but James was a funny fellow when he got riled up. “You’re always opening the story with them living on a star, Cap’n.” 

James froze. His expression of sheer disbelief broke Caha’s careful restraint, and a small laugh slipped from him. Camryn’s ears twitched in the direction of the Film Research Club, who had called cut to discuss the boy’s ineffective swooning. 

James’s face exploded into an interesting shade of burgundy. He flung his arms into the air. “They lived in a star-shaped cove! The one that was discovered in the archipelago off the coast of the Queendom of Roses.” 

“Yeah,” Camryn said. His cheeks were starting to feel the strain of his wide grin. “A cove no one can conveniently get to now because of a cluster of deadly whirlpools.” 

“How convenient,” Caha agreed. “A land they can never reach. Like a star.” 

“Which star was it again?” Camryn pointed at the blue sky. “The first or the second one?” 

“I’m about to punch you both if you don’t shut up!” 

“You three!” It took Vil appearing beside Caha for the three of them to realize he was speaking to them. Vil’s face was set in a stern frown. “I asked for three unobtrusive extras for my background. You are gaining more attention than my swooning lead. If you do not quiet down, you will have to leave.” 

James thrust a finger in Vil’s direction, crooking his finger into a hook shape. “Your modern take on pirates sucks. I hope your film crashes and burns. And find a better swooner! My four-year old brother is a better actor!” 

Camryn cackled in the wake of James angrily stomping away from them while Caha could barely apologize to a stunned Vil through his hissing giggles. 

[sxbaist]

Back at base, Kati held the defacto position of leadership, falling seamlessly into place in Vega's absence. Always, even when their group had been bigger, had been whole, she been the one that Vega trusted the most. Well-- nearly. Yet in the great machine they'd metamorphosed into, Kati fit well enough.

Carl had been seen to by the only other to trump her second-in-command, Fox, whose tender hands and safe voice tended to his wounds. His head had been bandaged to stop the bleeding, though whether or not he'd acquired a worse injury wouldn't be determined until he awoke. While he tossed and turned in his turbulent dreams, Fox made certain to keep him covered, secure, and warm from the storm.

Meanwhile, half a mile away, a light rain replaced the raging torrent that had decimated the campsite and the hill it had crested up.

"We don't have time for thinking," nearly growling, Vega spared her attention to him, to the muddy hill, and back again. "Come on."

With Shiro's aid, she hoisted him to his feat, ready to support his weight if needed. Behind them, she heard Alexia's comment; how they ought to have left him behind as fodder, that they'd already one extra mouth to feed now with the boy. This was too much.

"We'll take a vote later," she'd grunted in response, the sarcasm nearly drowning out the irritation, already leading the man forward with Shiro. "Just watch our fucking backs."

And she had, taking out a few dwadlers that had caught on to the commotion. The mud was a boon, though it wouldn't keep them for long. Thunder bellowed above them, threatening another downpour that wouldn't necessarily work in their favor. Consideration for Alexia's complaints reared in the back of Vega's mind, and she was indeed tempted to simply drop him and let him suffer his own fate.

The boy, though-- he'd been found nearby. If she were to fall low enough to sever a potential family apart, then she ought to have formed a different sort of coalition.

"Keep up," a command despite knowing he was terribly injured, barely able to focus. Weighted against her, her strength used to propel them both forward. Shiro's help was just as valuable, supporting the man where she could not. They were close, so close she could just see the wooden walls through the trees and the rain.

"We need to go," Alexia's frantic voice broke through, and Vega craned her neck to see a small horde on their tail. Cursing, she gestured for Shiro to continue helped the man while she broke away to use one of her axes, hitting the nearest walker. Alexia took care of the next two with her pry bar, cursing with the same frequency as her leader. Strapped to her back had been a Pulaski, Vega unholstered it and took to swinging at another walker, though not before yanking her previous axe out of the first one's skull.

By the time the two had dispatched enough of the horde, Shiro and the man had made it close enough to the makeshift fortress that the gates had been opened for them. Shiro ushered the man inside, and took him straight to their substitute infirmary-- where Carl slept. A few minutes behind, Alexia and Vega returned, the latter commanding the posted archers to dispose of any stragglers.

Carl was sleeping so deeply, now in the hands of her group. The teenager had left the camp to search and meet his father, but had been hit by a tree- the branch struck him on the head, making him fal from a severe height, but luckly for him, ge had fallen on the mud, safe from any further serious impact. He was out of danger. The worry for his father was worse than any pain, in his deep dreams he was still searching for Rick.

The sheriff meanwhile could hear sounds in the distance. Groans. Of the man had dreamed. He had dreamed he had fought walkers, so many of them, he was still fighting...he had no clue as he slept, fainted, that he was about to die, the creatures hungry for his meat, slowed down by the mud around him.

Those noises again, metal slicing, putrid smell of coagulated blood.

Walkers...and warm breath close to him.

A voice?

Rick slowly opened his eyes. The cold of the rain embracing his body, senses returning to him. His muscles were quick to tense ,up, the cold shirt and jeans attached to his skin, cold.

The man gasped for air, eyes opening wide when a thunder roared in the sky.

"Walk?"

Rick's hand moved to his belt to take the hatchet, but he froze in pain. His ribs and legs were aching due to the fall. No fractures, but a few cuts.

"Who..."

A group had found him. Were they...bad? He would already be dead if they were... that was...a rescue...

"I...I think I can..."

His eyes searched for Carl. Nope. He wasn't there. His chest tensed.

[ayazani]

[the-anime-void]

The way I will forever view Hakuno/Hakunon is that they are very dry and deadpan, but will say and do outlandish things while never breaking monotone outside of extreme situations

On a daily basis I will think think about that image of Hakunon doing a like a Jojo pose with near blank expression

And I love characters like that so it may be why I have such an affinity for them as Fate protags tbh

[m-e-g-u-m-1-n]

Tamamo no Mae

[blank-vessel]

L knew what he was doing, he could tell Fox was very excited for his actions as the wounds ached deep and cruel, he cradled his child to his chest as he dragged the god of creation to their world, to that moment, to the very place that held so much agony across all universes, a dark spot in existence. He looked to the god and tried to manage a smile, it was too much so he just leaned against the abyss beast at his back, it’s hands and tendrils cushioning, it’s claws scraping and curling, he just spoke as clearly as he could as he held his child in his arms trying to keep it calm as he named Cinder and gave him rights as per their game.

He nodded as best he could, confirming his wish to name him so. When the god reached he offered his child freely and openly so they may receiver the blessing, “thank you.” He croaked trying to stay strong, trying not to give out to the pain. When the gods hand came to his face he leaned into the touch trusting him, he choked back a scream and bit at the hoodie sleeve of the arm that made bones reform, that melted muscle and reformed eye and flesh, he choked until he had a dark discoloured mark, a scar left in its wake. Trembling he just held his child and whispered softly, petting their hair telling them it was okay, that daddy loved them and was her to bring them home to their mommy, that everything would be okay for them now their godfather was here.

Looking up to the god he bowed his head, “He tried to turn my child into a second vessel, he tried to make an extra piece that was not permitted.” He replied, lifting his head black and red eyes looked to the man who caused him the pain, to the man who dared touch his heart and his child, the man who dared to allow his biological family within reach of them. He made it clear this was his doing for his damnation, through his eyes the abyss watched, through the darkness he tethered down with his presence he let them gaze. He protected his child from the smoke, from the sights and sounds, from the smell and damage instead ushering them to sleep with soft words sung gently backed by the screams and burning to create a lullaby of the deep. But oh how he watched, how he listened, bearing witness to the gods wrath and to the fate of those who didn’t play the game, to those who broke the rules he knew it was being painted an example and would be in the dreams of all their followers and seen through the records of his alters.

His child safe, the abyss beast fled back to the darkness L stood there on his own two legs, his tail lashed about to keep him up as he carefully adjusted the slumbering child whilst the golden flames died away leaving nothing but ash in its wake. He breathed out shakily and swallowed, watching Cin he recognised the heart, his ears drooped sadly as a small sad whine escaped him upon seeing it, but then the god did something that gave him pause. Seeing the child his eyes widened as he looked at Cin in disbelief, as he spoke he just carefully did his best to hold them both, taking a deep breath he needed a moment as his eyes watered and his ears wiggled his tail starting to wag, looking back up at Cin he smiled all fangs, “Thank you.” He whispered, “And I mean it Cin, you’re both these kids godfather now, so never forget you are welcome to our home. I’m sorry to ask you to do something so cruel, but I could not give him the satisfaction of a slow death by my hand where he would be closest to his god.”

@a-drop-of-nightshade / @blank-vessel

Izzy woke up from her medically induced coma and instantly broke into tears. She didn't know what to do until L walked in and she sobbed for him. Clinging she struggled to calm down. He'd been gone for well over a year working with her fathers squad helping eliminate abyss beasts the next system over. When she finally caught her breath she struggled to explain what happened.

"They cut inta me an took out baby ta claim it was theirs. Yer fuckin grandparents an bio bitch went ta the church cause they saw me with em. The doctahs put me inta a coma so I couldn't go ta court ta get em back." She looked broken and just held her chest where she sported a fresh deep scar. "They wanna turn them inta a new vessel fer their god."