#ainsley ainsley

[queenoftheantz]

Please.

Take a seat.

And let me tell you about HROSE CAMP (by @legendlarkpod )

I am. Obsessed. Ainsley, The Gap and Postminger are the most perfect toxic girlbossing little bully horse girls (gender neutral). Literally only flaw is that their horses were never described but I will forgive it this time. And yes i know there was a whole bit about how they wear boots but i like my hobbits freaky and barefoot!!

[queerplatonicshipshowdown]

Round 1, Match 4

Ainsley Ainsley, Antone Postminger, and The Gap (horseycule) from Legendlark vs. Kurusu Kazuki and Suwa Rei (Kazurei) from Buddy Daddies!

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This is in no way the best way to post it but it is the only way I could get the format to stay

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Now that we know that you have, um, certain psychopathic tendencies…

[brightmalcolm]

Did you get that? On camera? Yeah. Good.

[ghouljams]

I'm such a sucker for odd little guys, I need to see the changeling babies being little freaks. Teeny cryptids, if you will.

Ainsley develops the ability to mimic voices, but they are never quite right. It comes out warbled and the pitches fluctuate. Imagine waking up in the middle of the night to your child saying "mommy i threw up" in the distorted voice of a person you've never heard before.

When Karma starts getting her little hunt cravings (think of it like when a baby starts teething), she'll try catching any little animal she can get her hands on. Love and Ghost take her to the park only to find she's trapped a half-alive squirrel in her thorns, the small mammal letting out wheezing breaths and thrashing as much as it can with the way the stems pierce its lungs and snap its little limbs.

König's little monster just gets the zoomies, I don't have any ideas for him lol

-maus🐭

Lets do some baby fic with our little monsters and their daddy monsters! I love the fae-bies so much, they're horrific

Ainsley(Keegan's first born):

The overlapping voices make you sit bolt upright in bed, you knock Keegan off of you with how quickly you sit up and look around for the intruder. He groans and rolls over to bury his face in the pillow. This glowing eyes next to your bed repeat the strange amalgamation of sound, little beads of starlight looking up at you as they tell you, "Momma, I frew up." You stare at your child, your sleep addled brain attempting to understand how they're making that noise with their mouth. They repeat their plaintive cry in a different voice, big wet tears rolling down their face. You're quick to shush them and scoop them up into your arms.

"It's ok sweetheart," You hum, kissing their cheek, "Momma will take care of it." Keegan manages to pull himself to wakefulness in the time it takes you to strip the toddler bed and turn on the sink. You watch him yawn, replacing pillow covers and smoothing his hands over sheets, tucking in corners with military precision. You wipe off you baby's face with a warm cloth, and help them change into fresh pjs. They make little chirping sounds, showing off the way their new imitations with bird calls, then barks, and finally, by doing a perfect impression of their favorite grocer.

They seem to have a fondness for the strange overlapping chatter that they can conjure. You have to settle them down back in bed, and get them to stop talking, before you can get any medicine in them. You've never heard your child talk so much, but you suppose they take after their father. It's almost sweet, the way Keegan whistles back to them, responding bird calls with his own, and sending Riley to lick the little monster's face when they start barking.

You give your own half hearted chirp as Keegan pulls you back to bed, your brain too tired to parse what that could mean, lulled only by the way Keegan tucks you in under the blankets and kisses your forehead. "That's good Angel," He hums, settling in to cuddle again, "you're a natural."

Karma/Carmila(Ghost's first born):

Your baby toddles off into a bush and disappears. She's there one moment, her little hands and perfect curls pushing against the leaves as she chases after a chipmunk, and the next she's gone. You stand up from where you'd been lounging on the blanket and nearly kick Simon in your rush to go... you don't know, try and pull your infant from a bush? You can hear her excited squealing, her delighted coos, you just can't see her. It doesn't take much panic from you to inspire Simon to come over and check what's happening.

He grumbles something under his breath and moves you out of the way to shove his arm into the bush. He frowns, and pushes in further until the leaves and branches are up to his shoulder. After a moment of fishing around he pulls your daughter free. She blinks down at the bush, and bounces against Simon's hold. Her little fingers grab and wiggle towards the bush as she babbles. The branches twist and reach towards her and Simon bats them away.

"Bloody hell," He swears, holding your baby up and out of the way as he digs his other arm into the bush. You don't particularly like the way he's scruffed your baby, but you're more preoccupied by the deep red that drips off her fingers, and stains her sweet little mouth. Simon fishes the chipmunk out of the tangle with a grimace and hands its bloodied corpse to Carmilla who squeals like she's been given her favorite toy. She squeezes it with her little hands and you watch with disgust as she digs the few teeth she has into its furry flesh.

You don't hesitate grabbing her from Simon's hold, or wrestling the vermin away from her. You grimace at how warm and wet it is, and toss it back into the bush. You're sure he sees nothing wrong with what your baby is eating, Carmilla hiccups like she's about to start wailing, neither of them have any standards. "Simon," He hums, watching you with a bored sort of "this is the way fae are" expression, "get the baby something with less disease in it please."

"Oh," He raises a brow, you can see amusement slowly creeping over his face, "that's what you're mad about." He sniffs, looking around the park as you try to settle your infant. "Right, gimme ten, I'll be back with somethin' decent."

Ten minutes later you're sitting on a nice blanket enjoying a sunny day and some light reading while your husband supervises your infant child's gnawing on what appears to be a human liver.

König's little monster(as yet unnamed):

You have all the books, you read all the advice, and you are still woefully unprepared. You knew your child would be fae, assumed he would be like his father, but all of that means nothing when you're actually parenting. You watch your baby on a blanket on the floor, his little spines and fluffy furry hair all sticking out at odd angles. You reach down and scratch his head, and he purrs, his little arms and legs swimming against the blanket. He pushes a ball towards König and König pushes it back. Every time the little monster's tail poofs up, the little triangle help up high and wiggling with each movement.

König tosses the ball back and forth between his hands and the baby bounces on his stomach. "Is daddy teasing you?" You reach down to scratch the baby's head again, and the little one turns his attention to you. His tiny fingers reach for your hand and you slide off the couch to bundle the infant in your arms and kiss his little cheek. He turns his head to gum at your cheek, babbling with attempts to mimic the kissing noises you make.

"Am not," König assures you, tucking the ball into his son's grasping hands when the baby turns his attention back to his father. You roll your eyes and kiss the baby's cheek again before passing him off to König. You wouldn't have thought König was good with the baby, but the way the infant leans his head against König's shoulder, his little fingers tight in König's shirt, makes you think otherwise. König turns his head to sniff the baby, big hands cradling him as you brush your hands against your pants.

"He needs a bath after dinner, smells like the woods," You pull your phone free to feign nonchalance, "you wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

König, for his part, doesn't look at you and changes the subject. "He is too small to take hunting," He coos at the baby, "no, you wouldn't catch anything without teeth."

"König," You press, he hums, "don't take the baby to the woods," Another hum as he toys with the baby's fingers, "he hasn't even had his shots yet, stop taking him into the fucking woods."

"You're not supposed to curse around the baby," König tells you, and you nearly crack your jaw biting your tongue on the words you want to toss back at him.

"Stop taking the baby into the forest or I will divorce you," You try. That gets König's attention long enough for him to break a smile and turn his staring back to the baby.

"No you won't," He assures you, and you sigh.

You won't.

[ainslairo]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ affection… affection… and more affection!

The Aeon of Abundance, Yaoshi, found you in the Simulated Universe, and thinks you’re so cute! They just have to know who you are, what you are, where you’re from… so many questions! And they see you so regularly! Every week when you and the Trailblazer test the Universe for Herta, they get so overjoyed to see you in the Event of Occurrence. So, whilst the Trailblazer is fighting trotters, why not ask you out? (With a kiss on the side, of course!) Yaoshi hugs and kisses you everywhere and anywhere when they get the chance, and wants you all to themselves~

Kafka thinks you’re so interesting, so worthy of her attention, so perfect for her. She can’t get enough of you, honestly. She just wants to hold you by the waist and dance with you and give you everything you want ~

Sampo? Sampo. Sampo is just Sampo. I don’t know how you’re dating that man, you deserve better. Why do you like him, like- WHY. Anyway. Sampo can just come out of nowhere and give you a hug or kiss, but then when you turn around you won’t see him. This man, istg.

[joshdonnas]

The West Wing being a #mood. (part 1)

[dat-bruv-person]

-‘๑’- all he wants: kaveh

a/n: I've been gone for quite a while huh... sorry :( Here's some angst <3

gn!reader, poc!reader friendly <3

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Kaveh cries to get your attention -> he wants you to notice him. He romanticises everything. When you two get in a fight, he's so emotional - writing in his diary that he's sorry, the pages tear-stained. He's a little princess, guys, he's always loved royalty.

He's such a pretty thing -> he loves being pampered, especially if you take the lead. He'll cuddle you so tightly and kiss you all over and hold your hands and squeeze them. He's so tired of arguing and losing to Alhaitham, give him a rest.

He looks out the window when he's home -> He wonders if you'll come round to visit. Alhaitham is always making fun of him when he does, but your company is the best. Sometimes he'll fall asleep. It's even worse when it's raining. He draws next to the window, finishes his work there, knits there; waiting for you to come. Don't leave him.

[jaxplaysthesims]

golden hour is her favorite hour ❀

[lomakes]

Realised I never posted my interior piece for @77yearsteam History Between Us zine!

more close-ups below the cut:

[aratribow]

One of the ocs of my platonic spouse @saunne FINALLY BROKE THROUGH AND IS NOW OUT IN THE WILD!!

The link to his fic right here!

Enid "Elpis" Ainsley

A Doctor of Chaos (Harmony/Fire) originating from the Xianzhou Luofu. She is one of the Heliobi that separated from Furynox during the Fyxestroll event. Just like the Chess Ghost, she was deemed harmless by the Ten-Lords Commission (because she saw IX and turned into a Doctor of Chaos almost on the spot) and let roam free, being even allowed to leave Xianzhou after having made a deal with them.

Enid is obsessed with the concept of "becoming human". As an Heliobi, she does not possess her own emotions and no innate moral or ethical system and she believes that emotions and moral/ethics could be the key to "cure" IX. As a non-human, she then decided to use herself as her own test subject to try to learn "Humanity".

As her challenge to IX, she asked to be sealed in a doll-body, cutting herself from possessing hosts to feed on their emotions, in order to learn how to feel her own emotions + "to exist is to suffer" as Heliobi have a certain level of repulsion against advanced technical equipment due to their ability to manipulate energy.

She decided to attach her existence to none other than ✨ Veritas Ratio ✨ (and I'm sorry Enid, you cute but your taste is shit)

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