fox wedding.

independent  /  highly selective  dash only tamamo no mae of the fate series.  ⤹   unaffiliated with the fate rpc. follows will be sparse. 

momo   ||   female pronouns   20+

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“𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒? 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓.” she isn’t one to judge considering she sequestered herself in The Celestial Above; a place she imagines is not as applicable to where Tamamo resides. As if in parallel worlds. She is familiar with Amaterasu, after all she has taken many forms, many names and even when worship and growth of humanity remained, the creator god saw little progress. Only decay.

“ … their ears are deaf to reason, like a sprout that is frozen in winter. i suppose the god of spring might be more fitting of that metaphor in my universe. they will not listen to you even if you were more benevolent. “ blunt words, she has an inkling of the nine-tailed fox’s deeds. still … 

“ it is because they have reverted to infancy. would you not agree? “ 

❛  stagnant they may be, but there’s still .. a hope among them.  ❜  she knows well the bitter, gag-worthy taste of betrayal. of being run out like a curse, hunted like an animal. her deeds were by no means pure, but the base of it all was simple :  she merely wanted love. and love she gave towards the end. oh how she gave love to be loved in turn.  to have her ideal quaint little life among the humans.  

but that was simply not to be. 

“ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍, 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐎 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐄. would it not be best to temper it after all these years? however , this tingling in my own temple is the same. perhaps i cannot pass any opinion .  “  most would be amused, concordia felt very little but the faint remnants of curiosity. a perpetual aching.

𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀 :  𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂? 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗹𝗱, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂?  𝗮𝗵 .. 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁.  𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘆.