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Fate Fanservant: Sū Dá Jǐ, Toppler of Empires(Berserker)

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Ascension Stages:

First Stage: A pure white cheongsam adorned with golden flowers, and a pair of glasses on the bridge of her nose. She holds a smoking pipe carved from human bone, and bloodstains can be seen on her face. Her nine tails are posed menacingly behind her.

Second Stage: A lab coat is thrown over her dress, the pipe replaced by a scalpel. Her tails gain a mechanical edge, with metal stingers on their tips. A pair of blades extend out from her left wrist, made of human bone.

Final Stage: A pair of skeletal, spider-like limbs jut out from her back, and sacred bindings wrap around her arms like a straightjacket. Like Xiang Yu, a sickly green energy emanates from her eyes and mouth. Her ribcage is left open, exposing the same green energy.

Traits:

Class: Berserker Alternate Class: Assassin, Caster True Name: Sū Dá Jǐ Source: Chinese History/Fēngshén Yǎnyì Region: China Alignment: Chaotic Evil Attribute: Sky Known as: Dájǐ, Lady Kayō, Bāo Sì, Tamamo-no-Mae, The Nine Tailed Fox, The Wicked Fox Spirit, The Toppler of Empires

Voice Actress: Saito Chiwa

Deck: QAABB

Parameters: Strength: B Endurance: A Agility: B Mana: EX Luck: E NP: C+

Passive Skills:

Madness Enhancement EX: While fully capable of holding a conversation with her Master, it is next to impossible to come to a mutual understanding with Dájǐ, as she simply has a fundamental inability to comprehend human morals. Her ideas of love and beauty are simply incompatible with human convention, and no matter how hard one tries to teach her right from wrong, she simply will not comprehend it.

(FGO Effect:) -Increases own Buster performance by 12%.

Independent Action A+: As she is accustomed to being run out of town due to her wickedness, Dájǐ is easily capable of roaming around alone, doing whatever she pleases as she sustains herself on her own mana or the blood of innocents. No Master can hold her down easily, rather, she is the one who directs the Master.

Wait, isn't this a terrible skill to give to a Berserker?!

(FGO Effect:) -Increases own Critical Damage by 11%

Item Construction(Torture) B+: The most infamous aspect of Sū Dá Jǐ's history, the Nine-Tailed Fox's obsession with torture is the stuff of legend. A pit of snakes where seventy two maidens were thrown in to be feasted upon. The Bronze Toaster where victims were forced to dance atop its surface before being burned alive. The Forest of Meat and the Lake of Wine, where couples were fed until they could eat no more, and after they became food for Dájǐ herself. All the while, the Nine-Tailed Fox laughed and laughed at the suffering of mankind.

(FGO Effect:) -Increases own debuff success rate by 9% -Increases own damage by 185

Active Skills:

Femme Fatale (True) A: The manifestation of a beauty that can only be described as inhuman. With but an innocent request, she toppled empires. With but a coy smile, she felled kingdoms. Rulers of all stripes were brought down to nothing by her charms, and she left them all in ruin without even an afterthought. Be they man or woman, all people will eventually fall to the vixen's charms in the end, and all of them will be left broken by the all-encompassing love she holds.

(FGO Effect:) -Chance to Charm all enemies for 1 turn. -Reduces defense for all enemies for 3 turns. -Gains critical stars.

The Everlasting Nine Tails EX: According to a story told by Katsushika Hokusai, The Nine-Tailed Fox took the name of not one, but four separate beauties capable of tearing apart nations. Sū Dá Jǐ, the downfall of the Shang Dynasty. Lady Kayō, who drove King Banzoku to kill a thousand men. Bāo Sì, the melancholy beauty who left King You alone in the face of an army, and finally Tamamo-no-Mae, the elegant fox who was finally put to death in Japan. Even that wasn't enough to stop the fox demon from killing. Her soul possessed a stone that became known as Sessho-seki, where her spirit proceeded to kill even more until Genno finally placated her.

The Nine-Tailed Fox's sheer will is nothing if not incomparable, as next to nothing can stop her from acting on her desires to kill. It doesn't matter who or what stands in her way. Blood will be spilled.

(FGO Effect:) -Apply Guts status(2 times, 3 turns). --After first Guts is triggered, reduces own damage taken for 3 attacks, 5 turns. --After second Guts is triggered, apply Invincible status for 1 turn -Apply Curse for 5 turns to all enemies. -Apply Disastrous Curse status for 5 turns to all enemies.

Artisan of Torture A: Among all the beings to walk the earth, the woman known as Sū Dá Jǐ is inarguably one of the most cruel. Many a horrific act was committed by her hands, from cutting open a pregnant woman's stomach to understand how it worked, to cutting off a farmer's feet to see how he could walk barefoot on ice. Her curiosity and her sadism went hand in hand, and it continues in her manifestation as a Servant. One shudders to imagine what inhuman thoughts lie behind those wicked eyes… What dreams of chronic and sustained cruelty…

(FGO Effect:) -Increases party's Buster performance for 3 turns. -Charges party's NP gauge. -Increases party's damage against enemies with Man Attributes for 3 turns.

Noble Phantasms

Investiture of the Gods - The Eternal Spirit of the Fox Rank: A Maximum Targets: 1 Range: 1m Classification: Anti-Unit

In legend, it is said that the consort Sū Dá Jǐ was not born a fox spirit, but rather, was possessed by the nine tailed fox sent by Nüwa. Likewise, Dájǐ's Spirit Origin is not confined to the human body she inhabits. Rather, her Spirit Origin is puppeteering the dead body of the original consort to interact with humanity. If her body is at risk of falling apart or being destroyed, Dájǐ can extract her spirit from her body, implanting it within another person's body, allowing her to take over.

This technique is all but useless against Servants, but if she takes over a human, she is able to elevate their abilities to match those of a Servant. The only way to tell if Dájǐ has taken over a body is to use powerful enough magecraft to reveal her fox ears and tail.

Jiǔchí Ròulín - Carnival of Carnage Rank: C+ Maximum Targets: 100 Range: 130m Classification: Anti-Army

The famed 'Forest of Meats and Lake of Wine' attributed to Dájǐ manifests in her Servant incarnation as a powerful Reality Marble. Those drawn within the confines of the forest slowly are chipped away in mind and spirit, giving away to the carnal desires that most restrain themselves with day to day. Gluttony, lust, sloth, all are laid bare in a humiliating display of sin.

However, the true horror of the seemingly heavenly forest is revealed once the victims have eaten and drank their fill. Once a pair of victims has become satisfactory fed, Da Ji proceeds to eat them alive, granting her a boost in magical energy. The Forest of Meats is nothing more than a hunting ground, and all trapped within are nothing but prey for the Nine-Tailed Fox.

(FGO Effect:) -Increases damage against enemies with debuffs(Activates first, Effect increases with Overcharge) -Deal heavy damage to all enemies -Chance to Charm all enemies -Greatly recover health for self(Effect increases with Overcharge) -Charges own NP gauge(Effect increases with Overcharge)

Voice Lines:

Summoned: Hello~! My name is Sū Dá Jǐ, of the Berserker Class. And you… Ahahahahaha! Well, well, well, a human is to be my master? What fun! I just know this will be quite the wonderful experience! I will serve you faithfully and earnestly, and I hope you will treat me the same. Our lives are in each other's hands, after all.

Level Up: Every modification I make to my body has a purpose. I'm glad you recognize that, Master.

First Ascension: Ever evolving, ever advancing. That's how you humans live, isn't it? I desire to be the same… When I made a contract with Nüwa, my initial goal was for immortality. Now? Now I understand the true ascension… I want to be human.

Second Ascension: These offerings… You remind me of my first lover, King Zhou of Shang. Ah, what fun we had. A pity he was put to death by his own citizens… Oh well, it was fun while it lasted! I wonder, will you treat me with the same love and kindness that he showed me? …ahahahaha! Who am I kidding, you've already more than proven that!

Third Ascension: Master~ What do you think of my new form? I made it myself, bit by bit. Ahhhhh~ I feel so beautiful! I don't know why I ever wanted to be an immortal, this alone feels heavenly~!

Final Ascension: Hey, Master… What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that? This is what we wanted, wasn't it? To advance further? To have a Servant that can destroy all your enemies? The appearance I take is merely a reflection of your humanity's desire. That's all I am. That's all I ever will be.

Fight Start 1: Hey, hey~! I wanna see what you look like inside, so just hold still, pretty please~?

Fight Start 2: Ahahahahaha! Come on, come on, let's dance our cares away!

Skill 1: Don't be afraid to scream, I don't mind~!

Skill 2: The fun's just getting started! I want to keep the game alive!

Skill 3: Come on, come on, let's keep going!

Skill 4: I wonder what this will do to you…

Command Card Select 1: I wanna cut them open!

Command Card Select 2: Just how do you work, I wonder

Command Card Select 3: Which do you prefer - to be crushed, or to be torn apart?

Noble Phantasm Select 1: Twirl and laugh around! The fun has just begun!

Noble Phantasm Select 2: Come on, don't be shy! Everyone's welcome to enter the forest!

Attack 1: Let me see what’s inside!

Attack 2: What fun, WHAT FUN!

Attack 3: Let me cut you to pieces, pretty please?

Attack 4: I just love the feeling of someone's life running through my hands!

Attack 5: More, more! I want more! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Extra Attack 1: Dance, dance as you burn to ashes! Ahahahaha!

Extra Attack 2: Ahahahahaha! You look so strange, dancing like that! Ah, you fell-

Noble Phantasm 1: Eat, drink, and be merry!

Sing and play to your heart's content!

Dance until your flesh falls apart, leave nothing behind but your bones!

Let the Carnival of Carnage consume you in totality!

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Noble Phantasm 2: I love you, with all my heart, with all my body, with all my soul…

Your screaming, your wailing, your shrieking, all of it fills my heart with song!

Come, let the feast begin! Let us tear each other apart in an elegant frenzy!

Jiǔchí Ròulín!

Ahhhh~! Humanity is beautiful~!

Noble Phantasm 3: Come into the garden, we can play a game!

We'll tear off our clothes, there's no need for shame!

We'll sing and we'll play in the Forest of Meats!

And when we're all tired, I'll partake of the feast!

Thank you for the meal…

Damage from Noble Phantasm: AHAHAHAHAHA! Yes, that's the spirit!

Regular Damage: Hey, hey~ That stings!

Defeated 1: I-I-I can keep going! I wanna-

Defeated 2: Not… yet… I don't… I don't want this to end yet…

Victory 1: Awww… What a shame. I was hoping we could have some more fun… Still, it was nice while it lasted!

Victory 2: I see, I see~ So that's what you're like on the inside! Ahahahahaha! Just as I expected, humanity is beautiful!

Bond Level 1: How interesting… I must say, you're so very different from the kings I sat alongside. Your spirit is incredibly strong, almost like… Ah, don't mind me. Just reminiscing on someone I met long ago. Now… The control phase has long since passed! Let’s start the real experiment now!

Bond Level 2: I want to learn more… I want to understand this thing you call humanity… Even monsters and animals can supposedly become human if they pursue it. And likewise, humans can lose their humanity over time if they neglect it. I wonder… What is the defining factor? If I can narrow that down, then perhaps I can find how to become a human myself. Bond Level 3: Master… Hmm, what a funny thing that is. Like Zhòu Wáng, you have hundreds at your beck and call waiting to kiss your feet, and yet… You favor me so. I wonder why. What about me makes you want to bond with me? Hm? Because I exist? Well now, you're just going to make me blush!

Bond Level 4: Hm? Why do I kill if I want to become human? Well, now that's a silly question. I kill because I love. I wish to know everything, inside and out about you. I want to understand each and every facet that is the beast known as humanity. So I do what anyone does when they try to understand. I dissect. I cut people apart and I put them back together. With each death, I understand more about mankind, and with each death, I grow closer to attaining that dream of mine. What else can you call something like that than love?

Bond Level 5: Master… I love you. You are an embodiment of the human condition in its sum. Its sins and its glory. Its love and its hate. Its good and its evil. Every single aspect of the incomprehensible wrapped up into a single body for me to observe and understand. Ahhhhh, what a beautiful creature you are, Master. You are everything that I fell in love with during my time among man. Come, show your consort your everlasting beauty and show the world why humanity deserves to live long into the future.

Dialogue 1: I enjoy tinkering of all sorts. Machinery, plant and animal upkeep, and human anatomy are all some hobbies of mine. I've always enjoyed trying to figure out how certain parts worked, especially how you never seem to expect what pops up.

Dialogue 2 (If you are in Part 2): I've noticed that well-fed blonde man has been giving me odd glances from time to time. What a strange little creature he is, no? The way he shrieks whenever I so much as spare him a glance is nothing if not hilarious!

Dialogue 3 (If you are in Part 2): The Lostbelts… Worlds damned to oblivion thanks to the foolishness of mankind grinding everything to a halt. So much suffering… It's beautiful. Master, let's kill them all!

Dialogue 4 (If you have Tamamo-no-Mae): Tamamo-no-Mae… Hmm~ To think that a fox bearing my name would wander these halls with me. …ahahaha! I wonder if she'd like to sit down and have a chat! After all, I just need to know what stories she has to tell!

I wonder if she knows what it's like… trying to comprehend the incomprehensible.

Dialogue 5 (If you have Jiang Ziya): So, the great sage Jiang Ziya is here… I must say, I was afraid that you would be avoiding me, young scholar. I'm glad to see that isn't the case. Our meeting was oh so very brief, but… Oho? What's this? The mighty Tai Gong Wang, tearing up? Ahahaha! Will wonders never cease!

(…)

Perhaps things could have been different. Another time, another life. But that doesn't matter anymore, does it? You banished the demon fox, I went on to explore more of the world, our stories began and ended in the Shang Dynasty.

Hmmm… strange, something feels different now. Like a weight in my chest. I wonder if my body is breaking down again…

Dialogue 6 (If you have Tamamo Cat): Hmmm? Another fox bearing my visage? How strange. Here little doggy-kitty-fox, I won't bi-EYOWCH! Masterrrrrr! She bit me!

Dialogue 7 (If you have Koyanskaya of Light/Koyanskaya of Dark): In another life, in another time… A creature such as this took my face and my name… To think, there could be a creature that despises mankind to this degree. What a strange little animal indeed. Still, little bunny rabbit, I hope we can get along! Perhaps you can show me some of those little tools you have stowed away…

Dialogue 8 (If you have Summer Tamamo-no-Mae): Uuuu… Look at her strutting around without a care in the world, under that umbrella's shade. I wish I had a fancy little swimsuit like her… Eh? No? Why not? Master, why have you gone so pale?

Dialogue 9 (If you have any 'Chef' Servants): Tch. I still don't understand why I was immediately banned from the kitchen before I got to step inside. What's all this about my Noble Phantasm being 'a health code nightmare' and my cooking being 'flat-out horrific'. It tastes just fine to me!

I must admit though, there's nothing that tastes the same as a good home-cooked meal… Maybe I can find a way to sneak into the kitchen later.

Dialogue 10 (If you have Qin Shi Huang): The Emperor of the Lost Qin Dynasty… I heard they had some experiments done on the one who took my face. I wonder if they'd be willing to collaborate. I have some ideas I'd love to see in action, and if they're just as interested as I am in how the human body works, I'd love to be their consort for some time!

Dialogue 11 (If you have Carmilla): Hmmm… How strange. I feel some sort of connection with this vampire. And yet, despite all my travels, I never once stepped foot into Hungary. Perhaps she'd enjoy a meat bun.

Dialogue 12 (If you have Katsushika Hokusai): Hokusai, Hokusai… Ahhhhhh! That's the one who told my story, wasn't it? While I never read their accounts for myself, I must admit, I would love to see how one of the supposed greatest artists of human history works.

Dialogue 13 (If you have Xiang Yu, Katō Danzō, or Nezha): Ahhhh… So it seems that my hopes to make myself into a human does have some basis within humanity itself. I'm glad! I wonder what would happen if I tried to take them apart and see their inner workings… Ahahahaha! Maybe someday!

Dialogue 14 (If you have Dobrynya Nikitich): So… This is the person the 'other me' turned to as a parent? How cute… I feel strange around her though. Like a great weight has been lifted from my shoulders. This requires further analysis… Is what I would say if the 'other me' didn't expressly forbid me from talking to her for some odd reason.

Dialogue 15 (If you have Yù Tù): The Lunar Rabbit… Legend says she was once a mortal, before ascending to godhood and joining the Jade Court. …how strange, the look on her face.

Likes: What do I like? Ehehehe! Isn't it obvious? I love seeing humans and how they behave. I love trying to understand what humanity is, how humanity works, all of the utter mystery that is the human condition is something that I'm somewhat of a fanatic for!

Dislikes: What do I hate… Hmmmm… Well, I must admit, I don't like bowmen that much. While I do admit to knowing my way around a bow and arrow, I confess that the way that my body was eventually killed does make me wary…

About the Holy Grail: The Holy Grail… I heard it has the power to make the heart's desire manifest… I wonder, can it give me the humanity I dream of?

During an Event: Oooooooh, it appears there's a celebration of some sorts going on! Come on, Master, let's go! I have just the thing needed to make this interesting!

Birthday: Happy Birthday, Master! I heard that giving gifts is customary for this time, so here, I made you some of my famous dumplings! They're delicious, so please, take one! What's wrong? You look ill.

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Default: One of the most infamous monsters in all of China, Sū Dá Jǐ was famous for bringing down the Shang Dynasty with her wickedness and intellect. A monster among monsters, the one known as Dájǐ was the beloved consort of Zhòu Wáng and the feared monster that terrorized China. An inhuman creature incapable of feeling mercy, she ran rampant all across Asia under many names.

Bond Level 1: Height/Weight: 160cm • 49kg Source: Chinese History/Fēngshén Yǎnyì Region: China Alignment: Chaotic • Insane Gender: Female

"A fox borrows the tiger's might."

The Nine-Tailed Fox is an entity who does not exist in her own form. Rather, she steals the bodies of those around her, assimilating their minds into hers and using their skin to walk among them. Sū Dá Jǐ, Lady Kayō, Bāo Sì, Tamamo-no-Mae, at one point each of these women had the chance to live normal, ordinary lives. Of course, that all changed when the spirit of the fox happened upon them one day and stole their lives.

Bond Level 2: The Nine-Tailed Fox, despite her gruesome hobbies and mature appearance, is oddly childish in nature. She is as curious and as inquisitive as a child, always asking questions about how this or that works. If one doesn't answer her though, or if their answer doesn't satisfy her, she will always try and find the answer through the only way she knows how: dissection. Cut something open, and you'll figure out what's inside. That's just logic.

She does not care if what she cuts open is a stranger or her own Master. To her, everything is the same. Everything is something to learn from, and everything is something to be cut open. All one can do to avoid death at her hands is to placate her for as long as possible, even if it means sending another to their death in their stead.

Bond Level 3: A world of horrors she has amassed. The road of skulls, she makes her path. To a chorus of carnage, the dread fox laughs, And she drinks to the sound of your weeping.

That monster was once entombed in rock, But now thanks to you, she has been unlocked. Do you think that she'll ever be stopped? That company that you're keeping.

She fills your soul with endless dread, She feasts on your flesh as if it was bread, There's no point in struggling, you're already dead When the Fox has begun its reaping.

Bond Level 4: Across three nations, a single entity is shared as one of the most terrible monsters ever known. People speak in whispers of her cruelty and love for torture, a monster wearing human skin who relishes in the pain of others. Others speak of how she brought three different kings to disaster, driving nations to ruin as she stalked away without consequence. Others still speak of the dark magics she knew, a demon unparalleled that will destroy everything in her wake.

Looking at the spirit in person, then, is almost absurd at times. The earnest smile she gives to those around her, the genuine adoration as she observes people simply walking about and talking about their day. The endless curiosity as she asks people question after question. Seeing the contrast between Dájǐ the torturer who laughs at others’ suffering and Dájǐ the spirit who wishes to understand mankind, one almost can find themselves laughing. at the sheer impossibility of the existence before them. But the two exist, and they are at consensus thanks to one all-encompassing factor.

Love. Overwhelming, all-consuming, unconditional love.

Bond Level 5: What must it be like, being a creature who desires humanity without understanding it? What must it be like to look at a loving family, desiring what lay before their eyes while being completely incapable of comprehending what makes that sight before them so beautiful? What must it be like to be a creature who does not understand human concepts such as spite, or empathy, or even pain, and yet still seeks to make those concepts a part of her? What must it like to see humans through the eyes of a creature so completely alien?

Even killers understand the concept of laughter, even gods understand the meaning of pride, even phantoms can comprehend the idea of hatred. But not her. Never her.

So she tinkers. She tears herself apart, looking in at her own heart, only to find a deep, endless chasm. And she does not understand. So she does it again. And again. And again. All to be what she can never be, all to understand what she can never understand.

What a cruel trick of the gods, to force a mirror onto a creature with no face.

Extra (Clear Interlude “Ever Evolving”): The essence of humanity is its ability to evolve. As the times changes, so do people, whether it be their appearance, their beliefs, their education, their standing in life. Such is humanity. Likewise, such is nature. Animals and plants also evolve as time goes on, learning and adapting in order to survive the harsh environments they live in. It's simply the survival of the fittest in action.

But something must be different between the way humans evolve and the way animals evolve. There must be a difference in how humans act, how humans think, how humans are that led them to become the way they are. But what? Is it their biology? No, there's very little difference between a man and a mere pig if that would be the case. Is it their ability to use tools? No, a bird or a monkey could do the same thing.

I have to know… I have to know what humanity is! If I do… then maybe I can…

#damn my brain for not backing everything up in the first place #fate #fate grand order #fgo #fate fanservant #fgo oc #fanservant #su da ji #daji #picrew

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gainprincess · 10 months

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Wide Wednesday: Koyanskaya and Tamamo strapping Musashi down and feeding her udon dough through a sort of crank-operated tube about as wide as her head that they ""commissioned"" from some architects they kidnapped met in a previous Singularity.

Watching their Saber wife get bigger, belly bloating up with each crank, the two foxes switching out between feeling up her fat gut and fattening tits, cranking the mechanism, feeling each other up and shoveling cake, chocolate, and pure lard into their mouths so Musashi isn't the only one getting fatter than fuck.

Feeding her until the five-person bed just straight up snaps underneath her, reduced to atoms. All so they can press together on top of her heavens-scraping stomach, bouncing atop it to listen to her burp and groan while they very loudly make out.

(Don't worry,t hey do make out with her as well.)

She views this as a necessity, for the record.~ After all, Tamamo and Koyanskaya can't quite persuade Musashi to erase all that exists in this timeline if she doesn't...come around to their point of view, after all.

And what better way for them to do so than force-feeding her until she's their size and then some, a barely-mobile lardass ready to destroy all that is, was, and will be alongside her two fat foxes...Ah, Koyanskaya loves it.

Deep down, she really wanted to just fuck the shit out of Tamamo the moment Koyanskaya set her bottom-heavy haunches on Musashi's bloated gut and saw the milk-bloated foxtits wobbling in her face, and Tamamo's flabby maw open wide with hunger, begging for the hyper-fattening cake they brought with them, or the super bloating cookies, or the pure unadulterated lard stacked in a bin the size of Tamamo.

At that moment, she was harder than stone, cock pulsing like mad as she imagined using her tail to crank the udon dispenser while she guzzled Tammy's milk and fucked her brainless atop of Musashi's gut for the next few hours. She so badly wanted to breed her wife...

But she eventually relented, shifting to their cycle of messy feeding as she shoved meals into Tamamo's gullet and her fox did the same to her...Fattening together very quickly as they show each other their crumb-coated cleavage...Koyanskaya's spysuit getting wrecked as she reaches a full ton, the zipper flying right into her genocidal wife's endless titvalley...so the fox takes the intiative and starts making out with the Altered Musashi as Tamamo searches for the zipper and prepares to have her tits drained dry by a hungry Assassin~.

She can't wait to end the world with these too...Nnnngh, every last inferior...~!

Musashi, for her part, has been changed beyond definition as well. As grossly erroneous as it may be in terms of what actually occured, to call this process an Alteration is nothing less of deadly accurate. Her form might not've changed, due to her lack of Grail Mud exposure, but being bloated so large, so fat, so heavy, so wide..it changes you. And you realize something.

She's felt so much in the last few hours. First, when she was struggling against her bindings, fighting this sudden attack by her beloved brides...she was groped constantly by them, gut smacked and chest molested without a care in the world as they swapped spit...All the while, she felt herself bloating and bloating, intestines rapidly churning and digesting everything they could into nothing but meaty flab to pack onto her expanding stomach and body.

Then, after reaching bed-size, she felt her lovers get on top of her. Koyanskaya's hefty assmeat mashing against her belly rolls as the two swap spit with each other (and Musashi, of course), Tamamo's tail wagging ferociously behind her own soft hips anytime Koyanskaya does anything, and the fox swoons like a maiden watching her first love. She's felt how in love they are, with each other, and...with her.

This is how they show love. Cruel, incomprehensible, and utterly too far, but still love all the same...How could she have been so blind as to resist? No, this is right. So very right. So instead of just letting it happen to her, or even fighting back, she started to lean in. Gulping the dough down voluntarily, taking breaks to vigorously shove her tongue down each fox's throat...Oh, how she'll make sure the two get punished for this afterwards...~ But she gets it now. All their talk about ending the world with their stomachs...

It a cruel love, the three of them share...

So why wouldn't she say yes~?

#muse: koyanskaya #muse: miyamoto musashi #readyplayerziggy #tried my hand at this because hooooo boy #Musashi/Koyan/Tamamo my beloved #sorry if it sucks still a bit tired #we should use this pairing more~

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godzilla-reads · 1 year

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I started reading this graphic novel series called Cautionary Fables and Fairytales and I’m really digging it!

This one is: Tamamo the Fox Maiden and Other Asian Stories

#Godzilla reads #tamamo the Fox maiden #Tamamo the Fox maiden and other Asian stories #cautionary fables and fairytales #graphic novels #reading #bookworm #booklr #bookish #book blog #bibliophile

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hestiacrow · 2 months

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Morwyn Tlys - A Retelling of Tamamo the Fox Maiden - a Japanese Folk Tale

A young traveller drove down the narrow, winding road leading to Broad Haven, his car filled with all the belongings he thought he would need, clothes, snacks, bodyboard, wetsuit, the basics anyone would take when heading to a beach village. It wasn’t a large town by any means, you could probably walk from the bay to the hills overlooking it in twenty minutes, thirty if you were a slow walker, but all the same it was a lovely town. He had many fond memories of it from his childhood, from splashing in the waves to wandering up the cliffs at sunset.

The road to Broad Haven was often quiet. Usually the most the traveller had to deal with was a couple of other cars coming out of town, needing to only occasionally dip into one of the many passing spaces that lined his road. This time, however, he came across a small child sitting all alone at the side of the road, her face in her hands, trembling like a leaf in an autumn gale.

Curious, he pulled up beside her, careful not to block the road, and rolled down his window, “Are you alright, little girl? What are you doing out here all alone?”

The child lifted her head, curiously staring him in the eye, “What are you doing,” she responded, “alone with so much to transport?”

Taken aback, the traveller answered her, “Oh, I’m heading to Broad Haven. My grandparents live there.”

“Ah,” said the child, “take me too.”

Carefully, the traveller got out and opened the passenger door, mindful of any oncoming traffic, “What is your name, my little girl?”

She climbed inside, already clipping on her seatbelt, “Don’t have one.”

“Oh…” the young man got back behind the wheel, starting up the engine, “Where did you come from?”

“Nowhere.”

Confused, he carefully moved out into the road once more, a hundred questions buzzing around his mind, “How old are you? You can’t be more than seven, right?”

“I have no age.”

The questions didn’t cease, swirling in his mind like a wild storm, “Why are you here?”

The child did not look at him, staring at the road ahead as the glitter of the sea crept over the horizon, “I have been waiting for you.”

“How long have you waited?” now even more puzzled, the young traveller decided that it was obvious he wasn’t going to get any closer to figuring out who this child really was. Perhaps it was time to just shrug and move on.

“For more than a hundred years,” came the answer, confirming his thoughts and drawing a soft laugh from his throat, “Take me to the town.”

“Alright, if you insist,” together, the child and the traveller arrived in Broad Haven, just in time for the annual carnival. Children and their parents ran through the streets, dressed in costumes of foxes, dragons, cats, bears, lions, tigers, you name it, somebody probably had it as a costume. There were floats decorated as huge shoals of fish, sparkling fabric tied down as waves, or paper cut to mimic the grass of a savannah. Elderly relatives laughed and cheered from the pavement, waving at their families, and the occasional teenager begrudgingly took pictures of their parents and siblings. The traveller parked his car at the youth hostel, out of the way of the parade, watching in confusion as the child he had picked up waved goodbye and fled deeper into town. She followed the crowds to the school field, giggling as she wove between couples and adoring parents. Barefoot, she danced on the grass, drawing the attention of almost everyone, including the mayor himself, and they all cheered when she finished. The mayor approached her, clapping his hands loudly.

“Little girl, that was wonderful! What is your name?”

“I don’t have one, sir…” she looked away, rubbing her arms sheepishly, “I came to find someone who… I dare not ask, I am afraid.”

“Oh, don’t be afraid, we are all friends here!” he told her, “What did you come looking for?”

Embarrassed, the child mumbled her answer, “I came to find someone who would look after me… Will you let me stay?”

The mayor let out a happy cry, “Of course I shall!” and quickly offered her a place in his home. She was named Morwyn Tlys by him and the people of Broad Haven.

Very quickly did Morwyn Tlys become the best in the town at every creative task when she enrolled at the school. She could sing and play any instrument she was given. Her painting skills surpassed all of her classmates, and her embroidery and work with fabric surprised all the seamstresses and weavers many years her superior. Her written words moved whoever read them to tears or laughter. Hundreds of characters danced to her tune, and she knew well the legend of St David and the tales surrounding the Carningli mountain. The townsfolk nicknamed her the Wonder Child, the Jewel of the town.

And the mayor loved her as his own daughter.

Over the years he forgot his duties as mayor, obsessed with his Morwyn Tlys. Constantly he kept her by his side, growing defensive if anyone dared to approach her, and overly passionate about her skills in every subject, so much that his people grew afraid to speak to him. His obsession ran deep, so deep that he grew ill and listless, and no doctor or remedy cold do anything to cure him.

The people feared some dark curse had been placed upon him, but nobody knew who or what had caused it, “What could have caused all this?” they asked each other, “It must be some witchcraft, if no medicine can help him. What if it kills him?!”

The mayor ignored their words, regarding them as nothing more than mad, worrying fools, “As for myself and my dear Morwyn Tlys, we shall do what we want.”

He was mad for Morwyn Tlys.

He took her to his second home up on the cliffs, overlooking the sea, away from his people, and prepared a feast for her. Only his assistants and close family were permitted to attend, and they all came, bringing words of praise for Morwyn Tlys, who had grown into a beautiful young woman, and her adopted father. She wore dresses of fine red and gold, the finest that could be found in the county, and helped serve her friends and family, much to the mayor’s surprise and despite his insistence that she should be served instead. Instead, she shook her head, carefully pouring his wine from the bottle.

He looked into her eyes.

“Morwyn… my dear Morwyn Tlys… Nobody compares to you, my daughter,” he said, “There is nobody here worthy to touch you, Morwyn Tlys…”

He spoke loudly enough for everyone present to hear him, and they all laughed bitterly at his words. Morwyn Tlys, however, tried to hide her face.

“Father, please…”

The hours passed as they ate together, and the sky became overcast with black clouds that hid the night sky. The waves crashed wildly at the cliffs below them. The wind howled around the house like some broken beast, blowing the windows open and knocking ornaments and pictures from the walls and shelves. Rain poured in torrents through the windows, soaking the curtains and covering the floor in a thin layer of freezing water. The lights went out, sending almost all in attendance into a panic, their screams dragged away by the wails of the wind. Tables and chairs were overturned, dishes and glasses shattered on the floor, the wine bottle split open on the tiles, the red liquid inside mingling with the rain. It wove around Morwyn Tlys’ ankles, and as it touched her skin, a blinding green-gold light began to shine from her, streaming in wild tongues of fire from her body.

The mayor cried out for her over the wind, his voice strained and cracked, “Morwyn Tlys! Morwyn Tlys! Morwyn Tlys!” and as the last word left him lips, he collapsed to the floor, shivering and feverish, in a deathly trance.

He remained in the trance for many days, in a worse state than his mad obsession with Morwyn Tlys, seeming either asleep or dead, and nothing, no human or superstition, could awaken him.

The council met to discuss how they could possibly help the mayor, but none could think of a remedy they hadn’t already tried. No matter what they came up with, no medicine or superstition, nothing would bring him back. Morwyn Tlys was no help; she hid away in her room, locking the door and not allowing anyone to enter.

The mayor’s assistants gathered together, pondering over the lists of everything they had attempted. They had almost given up when there was a knock on the door. When they opened it, a murmur rippled through the gathering when a child, seeming around the same age as Morwyn Tlys, walked in, holding a strange silver stone.

“Child, what are you doing here? This is no place for you.”

The child didn’t say a word. They took a piece of paper from their pocket and handed it to the mayor’s personal assistant, before turning away and running back into the town. Curious, the assistant unfolded the paper, finding a message scribbled in red crayon.

“I found this while exploring the field at school. Everyone saw something weird a few weeks ago out there, so I went to look and found a message on a big rock in the trees. The stone was next to it. The message said ‘do not trust those who you know nothing about.’”

“What does it mean?” One of the younger assistants called out, her voice trembling and nervous.

“It means,” the mayor’s personal assistant replied, “that we have trusted someone we should have cast out from the beginning.”

He took the silver stone in hand and fled from the meeting hall, running back up to the mayor’s home. The other assistants followed him, muttering in concern. He led them up to the room of Morwyn Tlys, where the young woman sat, looking out of her window.

“Oh,” she said, “I didn’t call you all here. What is it you need?”

“Morwyn Tlys,” said the assistant, “A child gave us a gift for you. I hope you’ll accept it.”

“I am in no mood for gifts, no matter who they are from,” she responded, “when Father is sick or dying.”

“But it is from someone who could be a friend! Please, Morwyn Tlys, take it.”

“Well, if I must …” she said.

The assistant held out the stone, watching Morwyn Tlys for a reaction. She recoiled, lifting a hand to shield her face as she bristled at the sight of it.

“Where did you get that?”

“So it’s true…” the assistant looked at her in horror, “We should never have trusted you!”

In a fit of rage, he threw the stone at Morwyn Tlys, and when it struck her arm she let out a piercing wail. The stone latched onto her skin, tiny claws digging into her flesh, and from it, silver and green scales spread over her. Her hair became fronds, like some strange antennae sprouting from the back of her head. Her fingers became webbed, and she shed the gown she wore, revealing more scales. Panicked, she leapt from her window, fleeing the house, through the village, until she reached the school field and hid herself under the stone the child had told the assistants about.

The mayor immediately recovered from his sickness, and the whole town was relieved at the miracle.

However, soon horrible things were noticed surrounding the stone in the school field. All plants surrounding it shriveled and died, no matter what anybody did to try and sustain them. The children and teachers at the school started reporting severe sickness, and many had to stay home. So many left that the school closed, and the building was quickly emptied. The birds and animals living in the trees and grass fled or died, the flowers withered, and the stone itself turned black. The people of Broad Haven nicknamed it the Death Stone, or Carreg Marwolaeth, and it remained that way for several decades.

On the 50th anniversary of the creation of Carreg Marwolaeth, the child who had brought the stone to the mayor’s assistants, now grown, returned to the village and their home. The few villagers who remained begged them not to go anywhere near the south side, for anyone who got too close to the stone in the old school field fell ill or died. Their only response was a smile and the promise that the village will not remain in fear for much longer.

With that, they led the villagers to Carreg Marwolaeth, though the terrified people hung back on the seafront. They made their way to the school field, unarmed, and though they began to cough as they approached the stone, they called out, “Come out, old friend. I mean you no harm.”

A blaze of green and silver fire engulfed Carreg Marwolaeth, and it split in two. The flames gathered together in the centre of the broken rock, curling into the form of a woman. She stared at them for a moment, regret in her eyes.

“You call me old friend, yet we were never friends. Why now?”

The grown child did not respond, only held out their hand to the woman, who had silver and green scales glittering all over her body and fronds sprouting from the back of her head. She recoiled a little. There was a small stone lodged in her arm, and she scratched at it with claws that belonged to no known animal.

“Why? You were the one who told them about me. Had you not this would not have happened, and this place would not be abandoned.”

The child regarded her with a sorrowful gaze, “I know. Come to me, and let me fix my mistakes.”

“I wouldn’t call saving my father from sickness a mistake.”

“And yet I doomed you,” the child took a step closer, a cough catching in their throat, “You were no more than a child, like I was.”

The woman stared at them, curious, wary, “I was the cause of Father’s sickness. You did what you had to then. Why return now to help me?”

“I see your regret. I see you have changed, and you have no malicious intent. You did not know what your presence would do, friend,” the child held out their hand, watching the woman closely, “Morwyn Tlys, will you do me the favour of freeing you from this curse?”

“You cannot free me entirely,” Morwyn Tlys stepped down from Carreg Marwolaeth, reaching for her friend’s hand, “But please, at least rid me of this hideous form.”

The child smiled as Morwyn Tlys took their hand and pulled her in for a hug. They let her hold them tightly, 50 years of isolation and fear seeping through the cracks of disbelief. Gently, they grasped the stone set in her arm, poking at the tiny claws that had plunged into her flesh until they released their grip, and they slowly pulled it away from her. Immediately, the scales and fronds retreated from Morwyn Tlys’ body, and she sighed in relief. They slowly pulled away, stone in hand.

“Go, old friend. Lift the curse from this place.”

Morwyn Tyls flashed them a grateful smile and fled the field, fled past the villagers who gasped as she went by, fled into the sea, into which she dived and disappeared from the sight of humans.

The child smiled as they watched her go. Colour immediately returned to the field and the trees, wildflowers bloomed, the animals returned to their homes. Carreg Marwolaeth remained split in two, and the black stone turned grey once again. They looked down at the rock in their hand and saw that it had been weakened by the removal. Quickly, they clenched their fist and crushed it to dust in their palm, intent on never allowing it or themselves to harm anyone like that again.

Written November 2020

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Side A, Round 4 (Match 1) *Clash of Casters*

On the left: A woman of astonishing beauty that served as a courtesan for Emperor Toba towards the end of the Heian era, credited for catalyzing the downfall of the Shang dynasty. A shrine maiden said to be the Nine-Tail Demon Fox in disguise who wanted nothing more than to be a good wife. Tamamo-no-Mae

On the right: The daughter of King Aeetes, holder of the Golden Fleece, taught Magecraft by the moon goddess Hecate. Taken from her country by the hero Jason. After a long, aimless journey. She was branded the Witch of Betrayal and left this world. Cold-hearted and cruel, she will do anything to attain her goal. We have Medea

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Books of 2023

Here are the books I read in 2023, with some thoughts on each

"Westside Lights" by WM Akers. A very good book, and a bittersweet ending to a trilogy I loved.

"Mighty Nein Origins: Fjord Stone" by Burke, Wyatt, Critical Role. A somewhat hollow, but fine entry in the series. Non-fans would get nothing from it, I imagine.

"Mighty Nein Origins: Nott the Brave" by Maggs, Critical Role. One of the best, if not the best, in the series. Pretty and well-constructed.

"The Light Fantastic" by Terry Pratchett. Loving all the Discworld books. This had strengths and weaknesses...not disappointing, but didn't blow me away compared to what I now know is ahead.

"Critical Role: Vox Machina Origins, Vol 3" by Mercer, Houser. Honestly, I don't really remember what happened in this book. The show and the books and the other show all seems to politely ignore each other. It can be maddening.

"Sandman Book 4" by Neil Gaiman. This one seemed to wander until it didn't. A satisfying entry in the story. Not the highest highs of Sandman, but still exemplary.

"The Adventure Zone: 11th Hour" by Clint, Justin, Travis, and Griffin McElroy and Carey Pietsch. Not my favorite arc, and adapting it must have been a beast. It was mostly successful. Art is always outstanding, the writing was...I'll say C+/B-?

"Cruel Shoes" by Steve Martin. I love Steve Martin's writing. His plays, novellas, and his book "Born Standing Up" are among the best things I've ever read. "Pure Drivel" is another thing I've read, somewhere middling. But Cruel Shoes (published when Steve Martin was a world famous comedian and entertainer, and therefore probably didn't have A. much free time and B. many people telling him 'no') - to put it mildly - sucks.

"Wild and Crazy Guys: How the Comedy Mavericks of the '80s Changed Hollywood Forever" by Nick de Semlyen. I wanted it to go deeper on certain things. But in retrospect, I think it did a great job at what it set out to do. Solid book, and a great thing to check out for those interested in Steve Martin, Chevy Chase, Dan Aykroyd, John Belushi, Eddie Murphy, Bill Murray... and to a disappointing degree, John Candy and Rick Moranis.

"Ghost Light Dark Ghost" by R K Johnson. My dad wrote a book! Actually, this is the second one he's had published. It has...issues with the editing. He's one of the smartest people I've ever met, and has written and communicated thousands of pieces over the course of the last 40+ years...but he needed an editor. Some of the typos or fragments are just jarring. Still, I'm very proud. And it's a great story with outstanding characters.

"The Night Marchers & Other Oceanian Stories" by McDonald, et al. I kickstarted a thing that tells folk tales as anthologies of graphic tales. They are middling at best. This was one of the better collections.

"Vision: The Complete Collection" by King, Walta, Bellaire. I'd wanted to read this for a while, and I was not disappointed. Vision (of the Avengers) creates a wife, son, daughter (and eventually dog.) Things go haywire. Things get dark. Things get thought-provoking. Very cool, and I liked it a lot.

"Straight Lady: The Life & Times of Margaret Dumont, the 'Fifth Marx Brother'" by Chris Enss & Howard Kazanjian. I really wanted this to be better. Once it got into her career, the overwhelming weight of the Marx Brothers broke the momentum of talking about anything else. It spent more ink on the movies they made without her than it did on the movies she made without them. There are other books about them. I love them. This book was supposed to be about HER.

"Tamamo the Fox Maiden and Other Asian Stories" by Various authors and artists. This was in the same series as the other "cautionary fables" books. It was fine. Pretty good, but rarely great.

"Equal Rites" by Terry Pratchett. It took a while to get going. There were a lot of things happening, but no stakes or real conflict until about 2/3 of the way through the book. Then everything was rushed. Still smart and funny, but it could have been better.

"Danger and Other Unknown Risks" by Ryan North and Erica Henderson. I will praise both these creators to the moon & back. This book was creative, fun, smart, weird, and exciting.

"The Secret Lives of Color" by Kassia St. Clair. A cool book of featurettes on color: pigments, ideas, histories, etc. Extremely cool. One of those books I think I'll enjoy going back to. It's whimsical, yet grounded in facts.

"The Book of General Ignorance" by John Lloyd. A book to accompany "QI." There is a strong possibility that some of these things have since been disproven (book published in 2006.) But it was fun.

"Mighty Nein Origins: Mollymauk Tealeaf" by Jody Houser, Taliesin Jaffe, and more. This is the best in the 'Mighty Nein' series BY FAR.

"This is How You Lose the Time War" by Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone. It is considered standard practice to spoil as little of this book as possible when discussing it. This was a lovely, exciting, engaging, and beautiful book. No more to say right now.

"Nixie of the Mill-Pond & Other European Stories" by McDonald & Ashwin. This is the curse of the completist: even when you are no longer enjoying yourself, but press on. The sunk cost fallacy had be with this series. I kickstarted one, added-on the others, and by godorwhatever, I was going TO READ THEM. The writers didn't have to DO anything! The stories existed. Just tell them well. And almost every time, they BLEW IT.

"Camera Man: Buster Keaton, the Dawn of Cinema, and the Invention of the Twentieth Century" by Dana Stevens. Well-researched, well-written, and fun. Not a perfect book, but worthwhile.

"Stardust" by Neil Gaiman. Fun, smart, and a quick read. Don't think I'll ever need to revisit.

"The Woman in the Woods and Other North American Stories" by Various Creators. I had to finish. This one was probably the best? I would recommend none of them.

"Usagi Yojimbo Book 5: Lone Goat and Kid" by Stan Sakai. At one point early in the year I thought "I'm going to re-read some good-uns this year. Maybe over the summer." It didn't happen. Maybe next year. This is the only thing I read this year that I'd read previously. Usagi Yojimbo is extraordinary. This is not the best in the series, but it's still better than almost everything else out there.

"Mort" by Terry Pratchett. Not my favorite, but still great.

"Parasocial" by Alex de Campi & Erica Henderson. According to my self-reported ratings-at-the-time system, this was the highest-rated book of the year. I think that holds up to rating-now scrutiny. It is relentless, beautiful, important, and unlike anything else out there.

"Captain Carter: Woman Out of Time" by Mckelvie, Cresta, Milla, Arciniega. It was good. Could have been better. This is a comic that I think wanted to be a movie. I'd pay to see it.

"Illustrated Al" by "Weird" Al Yankovic, et al. I wanted it to be good. The fact is, most of the songs don't work as comics. It's fan art. Some of it is okay, most of it is mediocre, and one of them was truly great.

"Captain America: Sentinel of Liberty, Vol. 1" by Kelly, Carnero, Lanzing, Erofeeva. It was clunky but entertaining.

"Captain America: Sentinel of Liberty, Vol 2" by Kelly, Carnero, Lanzing, Erofeeva. Better than the first volume. Engaging, even. But didn't truly grab me.

"The City We Became" by NK Jemison. I don't know that it was a "masterpiece." Maybe the concept + hype set my expectations too high. It has a lot of great factors, but elements of it didn't slide into place perfectly. I'll check out the next one when I can, so it didn't fail.

"The Yiddish Policeman's Union" by Michael Chabon. This was a book a lot of people were talking about ~15 years ago. I never really knew what it was about. Briefly, it's a detective story (I'll say more in the hard-boiled tradition than the noir) in an alternate world where displaced Jewish people settled in Alaska during and after WWII. But the story itself is in the 2000-2010s. The majority of this book is describing people and places. The story itself doesn't take long, but it feels like it does. It has a pulp-detective feel that I enjoyed. The slang was a hurdle. But once I got used to it, I was able to feel very plugged in. The last 100 pages or so felt problematic (no spoilers) and a little rushed. It suffered from that phenomenon I see a lot: it's like the author only has so many pieces of paper left and begins racing to make sure they get things wrapped up before they have to go buy another ream. That's the best way I can explain it.

Moon Knight: the Complete Collection (2011) by Brian Michael Bendis, Alex Maleev. Very cool story, with elements of Moon Knight (and Echo) I was not aware of. There were some weird layout choices and trip-up dialogue moments that made it more confusing than it needed to be. But it was fun, smart, emotional, and cool.

Metrics!

Total books: 34

Total (non-graphic novel) pages: 4374

Total pages: 8105

Highest-rated: Parasocial

Lowest-rated: Cruel Shoes

Very Glad I Read It Award: This is How You Lose the Time War

Honorable Mention: The Secret Lives of Color

Glad It's Over Award: (four-way tie) Nixie of the Mill Pond, Night Marchers, Tamamo the Fox Maiden, Woman in the Woods

Disappointment of the Year: Cruel Shoes

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