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Tamamo from Fire Emblem Shadows || Blue Lions Reason instructor || written by dewa (25, she/her)
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sibling ragebait is eternal | tamamo & uka
closed starter for @natsukoi
The fox would be lying to say she wasn’t at least a little bit interested in seeing what the massive store offers. Descriptions were relatively vague- too vague for her curiosity, and the means of entry were unexpectedly strict for a place that in theory only sold ridiculous amounts of common goods. For it to require a special card…there had to be something good in there. Something that’s actually worth all that splendor and secrecy, otherwise it would be just a massive waste of time, resources and effort. And like any proper fox, there was nothing more tantalizing than tricking security.
Standard and less thrilling than a good rugpull, but still enough to send her heart racing and bubbling in satisfaction for days on end at seeing the dumbfounded look on guards and staff once they finally realized that their well structured system had been just bypassed. And for this mysterious huge store, considering how hard they had been trying to keep access to their goods limited to the public…outsmarting their system by maybe masking some leaves or pieces of bark as cards also meant a nice whoop of humiliation to their faces. Yes, that outrage, gritted teeth, huffing, face flushed red in anger and embarrassment, stuttering- just thinking about it made her tail shiver in bliss.
Tamamo let out a pleased, dreamy sigh.
Then a sniff.
Sniff sniff.
A familiar scent wafted through the air, causing her ears to stand tall and alert, swiveling slowly to check if any sounds accompanied it. She didn’t need that though- neither did she need to turn around for visual confirmation when her brother’s scent was something she could identify from a mile away. That’s just what happens when you’re born and raised in the same den, answered to the same goddess, and when a good chunk of what she knows regading magic and tricks came from observing him when she was but a little kit.
“Uka.” Not a question, simply stating the name out loud. Indeed she didn't turn to see him, half expecting him to be concealing his appearance in one way or another, because admittedly that's what she would do if she were to approach him without warning.
A reaction that most would consider cold when meeting a family member, but the swishing of her tail served as enough visible proof of her happiness. “I didn’t think I’d find you…here, of all places. Did you get bored? Or did Kyubi send you here?”
She then held up a leaf- one of the many she considered using for her little project. “Did you hear about it? That big store…with the silly entry requirement. Hehehe…I wanna hear them screech in frustration…”
june 2026 prompts!
Prompts time weeee!
This time around I’m mostly looking for threads for Tamamo since she’s new and could use more interactions as I tend to some Ball minis, while my other two are more or less good with their current thread number. Prompts I’m most interested in:
Tamamo (Blue Lions)
Riding/Flying +1 (needs Unaff/AW/Knight) - I’d be going off the idea that she’s the one who tempered with things just for the hell of it, it’s what she does best! Could make for possible conflict, or…she’ll start to try to make a fool out of you, too. Whatever gets her the best laugh.
Blackmail - Ah the sweet sweet thrill of seeing someone squirm and worry and run around aimlessly. Yeah the evidence is fake, but your reaction sure isn’t! Tamamo spent most of her time at the ball peoplewatching, so. She may have spotted something fun to poke at.
Any Skill +1 - I think this could be fun with other laguz or Shadows muses (or muses with a FEH fallen alt) if the orb revealed your Shadow/Fallen form, but without warping your mind in the process. So we’re both stuck there with our fallen alts but not the fallen mindset. Vibes are horrid I don’t know why.
I’m open to any other ideas tho!
That being said, Lambert is a faculty member of the Ashen Wolves and therefore can be picked for any prompt, so if you need a partner he’s up!
If interested, feel free to ping me in the plotting channel or DM! Ty!
[ SLIP-UP ] - As it turns out, a lot of people at the monastery make for great body doubles in the dark. What do you do when you slap a friend on the back only for you to find out when they turn around that it’s not your friend at all?
“...!”
Oh, that…that wasn’t one of her kind, was it? Clearly a fox, but…
NO.
WAY.
No way no way no way no way no way NO!!! WAY!!!!!!!!!
Selkie can already feel her tail going a mile a minute behind her in excitement as she gasps, and it’s honestly a miracle she doesn’t fly away right then in there. “Another kitsune?!?! Here?!??!! RIGHT NOW?!???!!?!”
The bright-furred fox runs excited circles around her darker-furred counterpart, sniffing every bit of her outfit she can find (within reason, of course. She’s excited, not rude) for any traces of Hoshidan scent beneath the smells of the ball and Fodlan as a whole, only to… weirdly find none?? Huh. She’s never heard of any kitsune outside Hoshido… but what does she know, really? Exactly! Nothing! This only makes it MORE exciting!!!
“Oh. My. Gosh, this is just the BEST day EVER!!! I’ve never met another kitsune before!!! I mean, you know, besides my daddy,” Selkie pauses her laps right in front of the other fox, energy not dampened in the slightest as she grabs both of the other girl’s hands in both of hers — even if she is slightly out of breath from all the running. It’s a lot harder to run in a kimono than it is in pants.
“My name’s Selkie! What’s your name? Where’d you come from? You don’t smell like the hamlet at all, weird. Your furs so neat and shiny, I love it! You wanna trade tail tips? Ooh — you wanna be friends?!?! Oh who am I kidding, we’re both kitsune, obviously that makes us friends automatically. We’re friends now, okay? BEST friends. You’re my best friend.”
Finding another fox here of all places was already beyond Tamamo’s expectations- and said fox seemingly not even hailing from her homeland or being one of Kyubi’s only made it even harder to wrap her head around. It was interesting! Intriguing! She’d be lying if she were to say she wasn’t curious about the other girl and where she came from.
But that reaction was perhaps a little too…too much? Too much. Not even the youngest kits of her homeland were so hyperactive, with excitement enough to nearly light up every single candle in the ballroom and more. Tamamo initially stood there beyond stunned, at most trying to follow the joyous fox with her eyes but failing even at that when she moved much faster than she expected- not even constrained by outfits or the ball’s relatively cramped space. Such swiftness was both admirable and a bit startling.
Just in line for a fox, however. Tamamo, in the end, was the one who preferred to act more slowly and bid her time watching the situation unfold before letting her magic speak for itself.
With a swish of her tail she shook her head, initial shock dissipating into the tentative content from before- though slightly shaky due to awkwardness. “Oh…you’re the first fox that I see…away from my homeland.” The girl spoke of her father, and Tamamo could only spare a quiet chuckle. In her case the only fox closest to her was Uka. “I’m Tamamo. I’m a retainer for the goddess Kyubi. I don’t know what hamlet you’re talking about…but let’s say I come from far away, fufu.” It also didn’t escape to her the word that girl- Selkie, used to refer to her own kind. Kitsune.
Then it was a barrage of odd, rapidfire questions- exchange tail tips? As in, the fur at the tip of her tail? That was a little weird to ask for. Friends? But they just met. And in Tamamo’s book, friendship meant something else entirely. She wasn’t the type to make friends, because in the end they’d be subjected to the same deception as those she saw as enemies. If she called someone a friend then it was just for the sake of it, because sooner or later they'd fall for her tricks. And after that, they always left. Trust was a funny, fickle little thing.
She loved playing with its limits the most.
She too wondered what it would be like to deceive another fox, one that isn’t familiar with her means. Because Uka knew how she acted, the spells and tricks she resorted to. Those she grew up around also knew more or less what to expect from her- or from anyone who declared themselves a servant of Kyubi.
This girl though…clueless. A clueless kit. Would she get mad if she noticed she had been deceived? Would she bristle up, show her claws, bare her fangs, growl like those feral servants of the Shadow? Or would that fluffy tail of hers go between her legs, dejected, whimpering?
A smile pulled at her lips, the tip of a fang poking from between red lips. “Friends…hehe, ah…that would be very nice. Might as well…since we’re both foxes.” Tamamo took one of her tulips, giddy with all the potential reactions she could earn from her newest companion, and offered it to her. “What is that place you speak of? That hamlet…”
Always? Joachim gulps at that, the revelation... uncomfortable. If it had been back home where he knew everybody, where people were like family, maybe it would've been easier to laugh off and move on. But the fact he doesn't know this person's name, doesn't know this person's face, only further hammers in the dissonance to everything Joachim has always known and the nothing he knows now. Fancy clothing, techno-magical productions he could've never fathomed...
The Ethereal Ball, more than any other day he's spent on this continent so far, proves to be the one to make him feel the most a stranger he's ever felt before.
But his awkwardness doesn't compel him to action soon enough; she has to give him a pointed look and a teasing question before he remembers himself again.
“Aaagh! S-sorry.” He abandons his plan to air our his shirt and rushes to fix himself, slipping his arms back fully through the sleeves and rebuttoning the front. “There.”
A sigh of relief escapes him after he gives himself one more quick look to make sure he's properly dressed again before he raises his head back up, trying to make out the visage of the fox he's sharing the room with at present. Foreign in her attire, for sure, but with more familiar seeming features than most in this monastery. The fact he can tell she's a fox at all...
“To answer you... a bit. But I don't mean to make anyone get caught up in my messes,” he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “If you're trying to avoid the noise, I can peek outside for you? Though it's gotten a lot messier after the lights were dimmed.”
An idea strikes him then.
“Is there something you like to eat or drink? I can get it for you and bring it back so you don't have to risk anything.”
As the wolf boy adjusted his clothing and rummaged through words, Tamamo stared from the corner of her eye, a small amused smile barely hidden by the darkness and flickering candlelight. Had she been a different, more genuine girl, perhaps it would be a sign of lighthearted fun, perhaps even a means to hide some bashfulness from seeing someone embarrassed and stuttering their way through making themselves more presentable. It was a party and wardrobe difficulties could definitely spell major trouble- choosing to see such happening in a lighter light was a way to remove awkwardness from a situation and spare someone’s dignity.
If only…if only. But in her eyes all she saw was a pretty beetle flailing its little arms around after getting turned on its back. It wasn’t out of feeling superior, not at all- but the sight was just funny. Struggle and a little bit of harmless panic after being caught off guard by something, even if no trick was involved, was just too funny.
Her tail swished, the motion slow almost like a fluid and never once touching the floor. “Hehe, is that so? I don’t mind lending an ear to your troubles. I fancy myself a good listener.” Weight was shifted from one hip to the other, the movement causing red gems from her staff to sway slightly. “I would be…pretty upset if all of that happened to me. I don’t like dirt getting on my fur, no…not at all.” Her already breathy, quiet tone became lower at the tail end of her sentence, almost as if indicating a pout.
One ear perked up, and she chuckled. What a kind guy, that wolf. “Hmm…if it doesn’t terribly bother you, a glass of water would be nice…quite nice, yes.”
Maybe she could try something.
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@itsuwaru sent: [ SEQUESTER ] - Some rooms remain unused, and while by the padlocks on their doors you suspect they are meant to remain that way, some poor sap seems to have forgotten to make sure they were locked properly. They make for an excellent space away from the chaos of the rest of the ball—though you may not be the first one there. ( ethereal ball — second half. )
From the moment the lights were dimmed, Joachim feels like the amount of trouble he got into in the ball had skyrocketed. What began as his earnest search through the venue somehow led to him being bumped into by far too many people, getting things spilled on him, and now as he ducks into a seemingly empty room to clean out the newest splotch of champagne from his dress shirt in some measure of privacy...
“Huh?!”
It's midway through while he's slipping off his now unbuttoned shirt that he realizes he's NOT actually alone at ALL?!?! Joachim lets out a surprised yelp as the fox appears in the corner of his vision, causing him to jolt and back up against the wall.
“I... Um... H-how long have you been there?”
One of the first things Tamamo noticed about this odd land was the abundance of people without ears or tails. Or rather they did have ears, just small, round hairless ones- not the types she’d seen in her own territory. It was a bit offputting, like seeing only half of a being rather than them whole, yet it made some sense as her own kind seemed to be almost nonexistent in Fódlan. The few she spotted as soon as she arrived weren’t natural from this continent.
They weren’t from her homeland either, though. Like any fox she was curious- cautious, but never distancing herself from opportunities. The more she had to work and play with, the better.
And that’s when canine features caught her eye in the crowd. That boy could very well be from somewhere else, too. Probably he didn’t know about the goddesses of Light and Shadow- she did meet a fox that wasn’t one of Kyubi’s after all, and she had never been too acquainted with the disciples of the other goddesses either. There was no need to, at least until her own goddess decided otherwise.
But that soft face of his was already an indication that he’d be fun to poke around.
“I’ve always been here. It’s noisy outside, I don’t like it.” She lied effortlessly, a single hand gently fixing the kanzashi on her hair- unmoving from where she stood near a handful of candles, of which only a few were lit up through magic, casting the empty room in an uneven flickering glow leaving corners pitch dark. “It’s rude to undress in front of someone you don’t know, though.” She gave him a pointed look.
A quiet chuckle. “Hehe. Rough night?”
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[ CHAMPAGNE ] - And from one of the finest bottles Adrestia has to offer. No student is allowed more than a single glass, and it looks classier to swirl it before it's empty.
“I wonder how strong this drink is.” The fox mused to herself, gently swirling the liquid as her eyes followed little bubbles reaching the surface and disappearing. Having been used to glasses of sake for most of her life, beverages like these were a bit of a mystery. She herself wasn’t the most fond of alcohol- it burned her throat, plus anything that blurred her own perception of reality without being a trick tended to be a pass. There was no fun in drinking yourself to stupor.
But it sure was fun to mess with others when they were in such a state. Which was why it was her favorite night pastime- to hang out near bars, just out of view, waiting for patrons to stumble out like fresh prey.
The man next to her though didn’t seem the type to allow himself to reach that point, unfortunately. Noble face, fancy and proper, she’d need to put in effort to fool him. “Oh…excuse me, there’s something on your hair.” A pale hand reached carefully, flicking away something amidst red locks- the hair barely even touching her fingertips as the nonexistent dust bunny flew away. “There.”
“Your hair is…pretty, yes.” Golden hues glanced at it for a moment before looking away, satisfied. “It’s a nice shade of pink, hehe.”
Hot pink, to be more precise.
Eliwood has attended enough banquets and balls that he knows how to measure himself throughout the night. It would do him no favors to end up a drunken fool, and to be honest he's not much for alcohol. A little here and there, especially when paired with a fine cheese or fruit, is his favorite way to enjoy champagne. And always in the good company of others.
If he can find him again, Hector might enjoy trying some of this himself, but before he can ponder which to bring him his attention is drawn to the woman nearest him.
Her appearance is the most striking thing about her, dressed in royal purples and reds and...are those ears? A tail? His eyes dart toward golden hues framed by bright red paint, the same shade that decorates her lips.
"Ah, thank you." He hadn't realized anything was there. ...Wait, pink?
Eliwood tilts his head toward the closest reflective surface and sees that she speaks the truth: his hair has turned a shocking pink. He stares at first, dumbfounded, and then laughs at the absurdity of it.
"I know I haven't drank this much." Kind, cerulean eyes flicker toward her. "I presume this is your doing, my lady. As impressive as it is, might I convince you to change it back? Perhaps if I offer you a token?" He produces a rose from his bouquet for her.
It was an easy and harmless trick, but Tamamo still fought the urge to pout at the man’s carefree reaction. Barely any shock to feed on, so he was one of those who’d rather find amusement in those types of tricks rather than frustration…boring. But it wasn’t like all was lost however- she was Kyubi’s retainer for a reason, and a proper fox never runs out of tricks. All she needed then was time and a false sense of security.
Yes…she could work with that. And so, she played along with a cheeky laugh barely concealed behind manicured nails. “I couldn’t help it. Your hair has a striking color, I just needed to know what it would look like if it were a different shade.” The rose was taken with gentle fingers, exchanging it for one of her own tulips for his bouquet.
She smiled, milky fangs glinting between deep red lips. “Maybe…it’ll come off when you wash it. Hehe.”
The spell would naturally come off by the end of the night anyway.
[ CHAMPAGNE ] - And from one of the finest bottles Adrestia has to offer. No student is allowed more than a single glass, and it looks classier to swirl it before it's empty.
“I wonder how strong this drink is.” The fox mused to herself, gently swirling the liquid as her eyes followed little bubbles reaching the surface and disappearing. Having been used to glasses of sake for most of her life, beverages like these were a bit of a mystery. She herself wasn’t the most fond of alcohol- it burned her throat, plus anything that blurred her own perception of reality without being a trick tended to be a pass. There was no fun in drinking yourself to stupor.
But it sure was fun to mess with others when they were in such a state. Which was why it was her favorite night pastime- to hang out near bars, just out of view, waiting for patrons to stumble out like fresh prey.
The man next to her though didn’t seem the type to allow himself to reach that point, unfortunately. Noble face, fancy and proper, she’d need to put in effort to fool him. “Oh…excuse me, there’s something on your hair.” A pale hand reached carefully, flicking away something amidst red locks- the hair barely even touching her fingertips as the nonexistent dust bunny flew away. “There.”
“Your hair is…pretty, yes.” Golden hues glanced at it for a moment before looking away, satisfied. “It’s a nice shade of pink, hehe.”
Hot pink, to be more precise.
[ SAMPLE ] - Anyone who has attended the ball in the past couple of years is familiar with the fake mint candies that seem to make their way around the facilities as a popular prank. Hope your senses are well-trained enough to tell them apart without your sight!
Innes looked at the bowl of candies on the table. He looked at the woman at the table beside him. "I would be wary of those candies; they are usually disgusting."
“Is that so…”
Oho, some taste awful and others do not? But that was fun. A little easy, but fun. Tamamo held one of the candies in her fingers, watching it closely- with her sense of smell she could sorta tell the good from the bad, unless they were coated with magic similar to her typical castings. If someone managed to trick her with a method so rookie it would be both humiliating…and extremely interesting.
But this guy didn’t seem the type to do that. Too bad for him, good for her.
The fox turned away for a moment, hands patting down her clothes to shake off shed fur as well as dirt, but also to swiftly grab a shoe from out of her sleeve. Whose shoe was it? No idea, she grabbed it as sneakily as she could the moment ideas started coming. Now seemed like the perfect chance.
“This looks very tasty though…they say it’s a special recipe from a neighboring country.” Offered to Innes was a lovely porcelain plate, and atop it was a delicious slice of cake surrounded by berries of all kinds. The smell was subtle, not too sweet yet not completely odorless, and it seemed just fluffy enough. Baked to absolute perfection. “Here, have a taste.” The plate was given to the archer, her expression kind and sweet complete with a wagging tail. “It seems to be the type you gotta eat without a fork…but here’s a napkin.”
It would only take a bite.
[ STEAL ] - Purposeful or not, it looks like you’ve gotten your hands on something that isn’t yours. You may want to return that before anyone notices. Or you may want to start running.
"Look, I don't know how it got in my pocket," Ike said defensively, "only that it's in here." He offered her the item, along with one of his roses as penance.
“Ah, so that’s where it was.”
One of her kanzashi ended up missing at some point, probably having fallen out of her hair as she tried to move through the crowd. Even though she kept away from the core of the whole mess, the edges of the ballroom were still a bit too full for her liking.
Tamamo didn’t terribly mind it. It was a little hair decoration, nothing more. But the man who brought it to her seemed almost as if he had been expecting her to blame him for stealing it. He looked kind, soft, almost. Like his heart would recoil and bleed if she poked it enough times.
The fox smiled sweetly, grabbing the hairpin and gently adjusting it so it wouldn’t fall off again. “These things like to come off all the time…hehe, I need to secure them a little better.” Once it was safely in place, she grabbed a few of her tulips and offered them to him in return. “Thank you. You’re nice…very nice, yes.”
Roses brought a nice fragrance to her bouquet, bringing a smile to Tamamo’s lips as she walked away and disappeared into the crowd. Her tulips would surely do the same for that man’s bouquet, even more when a blink would all it take for his whole bouquet to be made out of cacti, rather than lovely flowers.
Oh, but those thorns were just an illusion. They’d still sting for a second or two, though. Hence why one ear was focused on whatever squeals would come up.
[ SEQUESTER ] - Some rooms remain unused, and while by the padlocks on their doors you suspect they are meant to remain that way, some poor sap seems to have forgotten to make sure they were locked properly. They make for an excellent space away from the chaos of the rest of the ball—though you may not be the first one there.
It was a cheap trick, resorting to insects to cause a scare- that and masking leaves as money plus pebbles as coin were some of the easiest and earliest tricks any fox got to learn. She still remembers her time as a little kit, watching as a green leaf atop her palm shifted into a handful of money within a blink of an eye. Her introduction to deception and its joys.
But alas, since she barely knew anyone in here and the ballroom offered near to no points of advantage to scout for good prey, she’d have to settle with the early chapter basics.
“I heard something…odd, in this room.” A random room whose padlock was quickly disarmed with little more than a spark of magic from her fingers- its interior vast and dark. Empty, save for confetti coating the pristine floor. “It doesn’t hurt to check. Just in case, hehe.”
Tamamo then waited at the door- for as soon as Pannette walked inside the room, it would be a mere snap of fingers before the colorful strips of paper shifted into a cloud of buzzing insects of all kinds.
It would be a good spook, at least.
"Oh... it's you!" It's a brief moment where the person who would actually be a nice buffer has gone to get her a drink, but Serra is undeterred. She has never passed up an opportunity for conversation. In fact, she's known for crafting doors for conversation out of solid metal walls of silence. "You're one of the Reason teachers, aren't you? I've seen you before when I go to get Erk... Oh! Erk's my boyfriend, that is. He's the one with sort of messy purple hair, always buried in a book... He works with the Black Eagles... I'm Serra!" She offers an orchid along with a smile, sunny in the relative darkness of the current event (and contrasting with her current outfit). "I'm a cleric! You look so lovely! But you always look so nice, don't you?"
Tamamo didn’t expect to be recognized, much less approached.
Perhaps it was a given considering her position as a teacher, but even so throughout the entire night she tried to keep close to the walls, always away from the sine of chandeliers above and from the main activities held at the center of the ballroom. She was here to watch, come up with new ideas and take whatever chances she could to execute them- that’s it. The startle didn’t tear any yelps from her throat, however it did cause the fur on her tail to stand up as she turned around to glance at her new companion.
Her voice was quiet- almost blending in with the music and noise from the crowd. “I don’t…think I know you.” She could easily be one of the students, but there were plenty within the clergy who also looked around that age. “I don’t know your boyfriend either, but…ah, I think I saw him in the halls before. That purple hair…hm, yes.” Messy purple hair, the face of a composed bookworm, if that was Erk- then indeed, Tamamo had spotted him in the distance and already decided he’d make for a fun target even though he was from another house.
So, this was his little girlfriend? Interesting. She seemed like the time to squeal and whine if anything went wrong. Perhaps later she’d find out whether that was the case or not- right now it would be too on the nose, and she hadn’t observed anything she could work with either.
“I’m Tamamo. But it seems you already know me, so. Nice to meet you, either way. Hehe.” The flower was accepted with a small smile and a careful gesture, before offering a tulip of her own. “Hm…thanks. I’m not used to parties like this.” The fox averted her gaze for a moment, golden hues wandering near the floor or around Serra’s silhouette for a moment. “I like your dress. It looks very…nice, yes. I like your makeup.”
Small talk was something she always despised- it always felt meaningless. But this was a bit of a tough spot, feeling both stunned and pinned, so all she could do was go along with the conversation. Might as well, no? The more things to find out about others, the better. “What magic do you know?”
[ CORN ] - A new strain of corn has been bred in Bergliez with a curious trait—it pops when exposed to heat, becoming light and fluffy! Help yourself to a bag; it’s a little bland on its own, but you get the feeling you could find something to spice it up.
She had spent quite some time staring at those odd corns, each time they popped and changed form earning a mildly startled twitch from her tail- though her ears stood tall with interest. It was odd, but at the same time it gave her so many ideas. There were so many ways to intertwine illusions into those popping corns- so many that she found herself getting lost in her own thoughts for a moment.
It was the smell of someone she didn’t know getting closer that took her right back. One of the knights, that much she knew. Look at that! Just the right person she could test her newest idea on.
“They filled my box a little too much, would you like some?” Tamamo offered the lady some of the puffy white corn, the package almost overflowing with the thing- in reality it was filled just the right amount, the rest being entirely constructions of her own. They looked, smelled and even tasted the same as the real deal, though. Almost as alive as the corn itself!
Maybe a little too alive.
Alive enough that if Ethlyn were to pick up any off the box, they’d jump away like crickets.
[ CHOCOLATE ] [ CORN ] Forde pours some popcorn into the chocolate box, and shakes it around to make some... chocolate popcorn! (name pending). Unfortunately, he wasn't holding the box tight enough, and he spills it everywhere. "Sorry! I didn't get any on you, did I?"
It did-
On her tail. The fluff she had spent quite some time brushing, particularly since she had begun shedding for the colder season the week before- so making it look presentable and not like a patchy mess took effort and time only for a candied popcorn to make itself home on the warm-toned fur.
Tamamo pouted, cheeks puffing slightly. “Would it have hurt you to be a little less clumsy…” Her voice was but a mutter, ears getting a little droopy before perking right up. A hand moved back, the motion making it seem like she was about to just flick away the popcorn off her tail and try to groom it a little- but hidden behind the ruffles of her sleeve, Tamamo quietly flicked her fingers.
“Oh…but I think I saw something getting on your food."
Within a blink, a frog found itself amidst the chocolate-covered popcorns. A…pretty big one, unhappy with the fact that it was inside a box and therefore immediately jumping out and towards Forde’s face with a loud ribbit.
The fox feigned surprise, hiding a gasp behind her sleeve and ignoring the delight reflected in the swishing of her tail.
"Hmmm....it's so noisy."
In most situations, Tamamo would've avoided gatherings like these entirely. She didn't feel comfortable being stuck inside a closed area filled with people, with too much noise and stuffy air making her feel itchy all over and inviting in a bit of a headache. If she were to attend a festival, she much preferred ones in open areas where she could effortlessly weave in and out of the crowd rather than keep close to a wall.
But she chose to look at the bright side of it all- the absolute potential to let her tricks go loose.
Crowds meant it was almost impossible to spot the culpirit behind a spell, too many eyes and hands and bodies smushed together. A lot of shiny clothes with dingly bits, decorations and accessories all over the room, the dining table...and those odd flowers they were made to hold.
Ah...
Ah, this made up for all the claustrophobia. A shaky breath left her lips, a devious smile tugging at its corners as her tail swished behind her.
"I think this party could use a little more...fun."
Tamamo has: Tulips! Rose: Ike Eliwood Orchid: Serra Lily: Hyacinth: Tulip:
Outfit can be seen under the cut!
more new prompts!
Tamamo in particular could use more threads since she's a new face, but I'm up for anything! Here are my muses' current wanted plots:
Lambert
Axe +1 (needs GD): While he’s aware of the gravity of the situation, this “fun house” is right around his alley! Don’t worry, he’ll get you out with minimal property damage (unsure).
Rowan
Sword +1 (needs GD): I believe he’d be easy to blame with how fiery the boy is, aaaaand the way he acts towards others may not be ideal to keep him out of trouble. Help? Help please?
Tamamo
Ransom (needs GD): In this case Tamamo would be the one who got captured, because I have two ideas: either we can do it as the prompt says, or...it's all an illusion, and Tamamo is deliberately faking her capture and injuries for the love of the game. Could possibly lead to some conflict since she's playing around with something so serious and she WILL view your muse's reaction as entertainment at your muse's cost, but you think she cares? nah.
Laundry: As usual, she could be very well just replacing your clothes with someone else's...or maybe you can wear hers. Comfort is relative! But if you are indeed wearing hers then she'll make sure you give them back pretty fast, or else.
If interested you can ping me in the plotting channel, but I prefer DMs! Thank you!
rogue bow in the salad aisle | tamamo & ronan
continued from here | mini
Long term tricks had always been Tamamo’s favorite, aging just like fine wine. The longer someone goes unaware that they’ve been deceived, falling for the same thing and failing to register that what they thought was reality was actually purely false, the more frustration and outrage would build up. Sometimes even a tinge of sadness and melancholy, that deep burn of embarrassment from realizing someone played you like a fiddle. Yes- that was the goal. Always her true goal.
But she wasn’t one to refuse quick and easy kicks, the type that would last for a couple minutes at most before falling apart in a spark. In the end a trick was a trick, and as long as their objective was met- fooling someone, in her eyes it was welcome. Just like eating a piece of candy here and there.
So when ruckus reached her ears, lined with laughter and confusion, it was impossible to hold back a smile. The silky hem of her sleeve was pressed against her mouth, a feeble attempt to try to make delight pass for quiet surprise when the blue of that archer’s hair appeared amidst the crowd right around the corner of her eye.
Oh, he needed help? Sure…
“Me? Ah…” Tamamo looked up, the bow flapping its ‘wings’ wildly like a butterfly towards her direction. Maybe she should’ve made it go somewhere else, muddy the tracks a little more, but this would work enough. “But it’s so far up, I can’t reach…” A snap of fingers brought the staff back to her hands, red gems glittering against sunlight as she loosely tried to wrangle the rogue bow with it as if it were a scarf lost in the wind.
“Hmmm…how did that happen to you now? It’s quite…weird.” Golden hues glanced at the man, partially hidden by the cut of her bangs. “But it’s a little funny…hehe. Hehehe.” Oh poor thing, the staff just wouldn’t catch the bow at all- each failed attempt earning a shaky pout from the magician. Perhaps some would see it as frustration on her end, unaware that the quiver in her lips came from holding back that beast of a grin. “Maybe you need to catch it with a bag…like a little butterfly. Quick, before it decides to fly up and away.”
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