angelica-ainsworth

[angelica-ainsworth]

“ Tch, despair? Final cries? Clouded eyes? Do you see any of those things written on my face, 7th of the End? I am not done yet, Humanity is not done yet, judge all you want, you will not be our executioner... ”

“Despair is such a lovely thing. The specks of hopes in your eyes dying out as you realize no one can save you… Final cries, clouded eyes… humans are so easy to tear apart.”

#I did a thing! #was it good? #not sure what the premise was here so just sorta flowed with it #7th of the End #Seraph of the End reference?

[angelica-ainsworth]

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The parry of their lance, as though the Queen were swatting away the hand away of a spoiled child, Angelica's eyes widened at the act of rejection as her tears sparkled away from those big deer-like eyes. What Lancer did next however was utterly inexcusable, to merely fire her arrow into Berserker's other shoulder, to look at her with such pitying eyes in the middle of their fight, to be showing such mercy, how dare she!?

Suddenly Angelica's expression changes in those few fleeting moments of a second, an angry expression of clenched teeth & scowling, a far more human emotional response than she'd shown up to this point since summoning the Queen, perhaps even since becoming a Doll. She reaches out with her other hand, grabbing a fistful of Lancer's clothes at the collar as the remnants of her momentum shove them both down into the seemingly shallow pool, the nude Doll straddled atop the spent Queen, scowling down at her angrily, as though their fight to death had whittled down to a lover's quarrel. Holding the Queen of Amazons up slightly by her shaking fistful of cloth, Angelica almost looked as though she were about to yell at the Lancer in her grip beneath her, 'Why...WHY?! WHY DID YOU HOLD BACK JUST NOW!?'

But the Doll too, was defeated by her wounds & the strain of such dense mana that'd courses through her Magical Circuits. Her eyes blurred & crossed before any words came, consciousness becoming its own battle, her grip loosens, she slumps to the side, the Class Card releasing, now little more than a feather in the wind, its pressure ebbing away like a gentle stream, the world shatters one last time, returning the pond to that bright blue sky from before. And the Doll herself, falls under the waters of the Fae Pond, now sinking toward the depths of conceptual numbers and the receding black mud, the Doll reflects on herself, her Ego realising its self awareness now here at the end of itself...

“ What is this...I was so, enraged, blinded, beyond reach, my strings moving themselves in place of my being...but then I was just, angry, angry that she wouldn't look at me the way I'd wanted, and just what was it, that I wanted from her...?

What are these feelings...? I'm...I'm afraid, I'm alone, I'm unhappy with this outcome...despair, regret, I have only these things here at the end, but at least...it’s you who...will be the one to walk under that beautiful blue sky this time... ”

Her vision blurs, the light above the water's surface getting more dull now, the tendrils of black hands from the black abyss reaching out to drag her with them into the void, so this was, truly her...

She supposed it didn't matter now, those words she wanted to tell her, her Hippolyta, this was after all...

                                                                   Her end .  .  .

@kaiketsu-suru

Love like the Ocean

#unmeinotenzoku #parisezu #kaiketsu-suru #thread closed! #bout time huh? #this was a lot of fun #onto the next thing!

[angelica-ainsworth]

Were this girl a Magus having mentioned the Holy Grail War, Angelica would have decided her fate then & there as the newest Doll of the Ainsworth's collection, but as it was she wasn't a Magus, she was someone, something else. Though she could still go through with it at any point, the taller blonde decided to humour the mysterious girl for a moment and without actual confirming nor denying Sion's allegations, probed for answers of her own as well.

“ Supposing we were, what exactly would it have to do with your alleged investigation, you're not here to stop us if we even possessed the means to carry out such a large scale ritual, I can tell that much from a mere glance, so what is it you're after, the Holy Grail itself perhaps...? ”

Strange, neither with the Church not the Association? And conducting her own investigation no less, was she some freelancer? It was too soon to tell, for now Angelica needed more information. Her MO seemed to fit if it was answers she was after, and the Doll deduced that she could get some of her own by allowing this girl’s questions…

“ Very well, what is it you want to know…? ”

Still weary of the person before her Angelica leant back on a desk of the emptied classroom as all their respective ‘classmates’ had already left for lunch, and folded her arms in a slightly impatient manner that at least showed her willingness to comply, for the time being…

#atlasalchemist

[angelica-ainsworth]

This is what we're like off of Tumblr...

And on Tumblr.

@fatedefloweringorder

[angelica-ainsworth]

That last reply was 1,234 words long lmao goodnight

#mun stuff #mun was REALLY into this one

[angelica-ainsworth]

In spite of the once-gilded Doll's size of power & presence, the Berserker was on the defensive. Struggling to keep up with the Queen's attacks from her Lance alone empowered by her Sash, such that almost every one of her aftershadows landing their mark, further breaking down something already broken. But with every wound the Berserker's rage heightened, the pressure in the air weighing down on the Lancer, on the area surrounding them, and even the Magus herself...

Why? Why wasn't she winning...why wasn't her love recognised...why couldn't you have been her!? She was too slow, too blinded by despair, Hippolyta's voice, now the voice of a Queen no longer able to reach the Doll within the Berserker, now only her lance speak the language of despair within the Berserker's core. Eventually the Berserker's Endurance began to waver as she found herself cornered despite the distance between herself & Lancer being a large gap of a football pitch. Panting heavily like some feral animal, bloody wounds riddled her body, lacerations etched into her skin, her growling gasps metallic in tone through her pyramid encased helm, yet still, still the pressure of her prana remained in the air, how did she still have so much power left?

But this degree of power wasn't enough, she needed more, her vessel was about to fail, and by some unconscious instinct it was decided for her, to surrender entirely to her despair, the utmost promise to defeat the one before her. The berserker Servant plunged her own sword through the dead centre of her pyramid shaped head, the T of her blade impaling her clean through till it exited the back of her skull... Yet there was no blood, and though exhausted from her own tenacity at having been brought to her knees by Lancer, she wouldn't fall onto her sword...

B̝͚͖̟̮̳̻̗̤̪̿ͫͨ͐̅̀̉̕ͅ ̴̡̛͓̯̹̟̭͓̥̜̩̰͕̯̻̋ͤ̍̒̕r̸̲̮̺̹̘̖̺̰̯̞̠͎̖͌̒ͣ̈́ͭ̓ͤ̉ͦ̆͊̿̉̄͡ ̨̭̠̹̞͈̲̔̓͐͑ͩ̈́̔̈̔̇́́̚̕͞ͅő̴̞̘̙̦̳̝͊͑̉̀ ̦͓̩̫̮͓̖̱͕͆̑̃̑̃̏̉ͫ̊̈́̀̔̊ͦͦ̽͐ͥ̀͝k̴̬̗̳̼̩̦͍̲͚̹͚̗͙͈͚̃͛̋̌̅͟͜͝͞ ̷̜̝̞̲̩͓̰͓͔̦̰͔̠̓ͥͯ̌̽̃͆͌̀́̃̄ẻ̘̼͕͚͙͍̈́͒̅̆̓͋̓̐͡ ̨͕͓̝͎̮͈̱̫̝̝̪̱͓̱͔͕̦ͦ̈͒ͭͯ̈́̅͆͆͘̕͘͞ͅn̨͈̭̪̙̰̖̩̠͚̱̮̪̬̥̽ͥ͋͋̇ͧ́ͦͥͫ̊́̍̕ ̡̻̗͕̳̱͖̝̻͚̜ͥͪ̆ͦ́͡ ̴̷̥̣͈͔͖̭̘̠̮̲̘̰̼̮͙̣͐̾̆ͮ́E͋͐ͭ͆̏ͪ̚͘͏̴̰̩̳̙̱͍̗̟͎̤̖͕̼ ̖̰̟͙͙̭͔̝̣̜̲̟̣̦̳̣̽ͧ̽̈̾̏ͯ̀̕͘ͅg̶̶̨̼̦̦̻̝̟̙̞͙͎̜̼̫̗̳͇̤̳̀̽̾ͭͨ̀ͬ͌ͮ̈ͪ͜͜ ̸̢̳̜̦̻̩̥̻͚̘̻̳̌͛͒̏́̿̏ͧͮͥ͊̕͝͡o̯̘̣͔͓͇̘͌ͥ͐̊̒ͩ̀ͯ̓ͨͭ̅̈͒͟͠

The truth of the matter was, Angelica's favoured Class Card was Rider, which hadn't been strong enough to wash away the faux Queen, her most powerful had been Saber, but she hadn't met the prerequisites to Install it in her fight against Lancer, and the Berserker Class Card, was by far her most compatible... Cracks of red light that streamed prana from within to the atmosphere around her had begun to appear all over Berserker's helmet, the sound like a whistling kettle and a screeching hyena intensifying as the air rippled & reverberated around Lancer & her opponent.

More & more the pressure grew, till finally something gave, and reality shattered like glass, uncovering, was this...a Bounded Field of Displaced space? Suddenly the scene of the ruins had shattered to reveal what lay beneath, a shallow glowing pool of water illuminated in the hue of raw mana, yet looked as though it ran deep into an abyss through its clear waters tricking one's depth perception, so clear it reflected a blue sky with clouds lazily floating by in an endless horizon. Could this be, a portion of a Faerie Pond, from the Reverse Side of the World...? Had this been what was fuelling the Magus' use of Multiple Servant Class Cards, even Lancer’s own Noble Phantasms? As well as so many summonings of genuine Heroic Spirits...

With such a violent release of prana the Bounded Field of the ruins had been destroyed, linking the Magus Servant directly to her source of mana, what Lancer would only be able to describe as the waters of an uncorrupted Holy Grail. Yet how many times had she succumb to despair in order to unleash this power that destroyed her body & mind again & again...? She could barely use the Berserker Class Card's Noble Phantasm for more than a single defining moment now, her very Ego withered, burnt out, broken & warped from the sudden surge in power, in mana, in her Madness Enhancement...

The fracturing pyramid helm splintered further, yet just before reaching critical mass & exploding, the waters from below the surface of the Fey Pond erupted into a geyser. With a force that threw up a mysterious luminescent downpour of rain, however regardless of the dispersing force that settled the waters once more the rain itself wouldn't cease. From this foreign world wordlessly rose up the nude figure of Angelica Ainsworth, her features no longer obscured as she lay bare everything to the world, shadowed from behind & below by an aura of red & black prana that dyed the waters she & the Queen stood upon in the black mud of the tainted Grail, and turned the beautiful sky to night, lit only by the stars & constellations, so clear it wouldn't be observable in the more polluted atmosphere of the modern era...

Despite nearly nothing of the Doll known as Angelica presently resembling a human, from her tall overshadowing nude form, her expressionless gaze somehow brimming with killing intent, or the air distorting sound of her power reverberating around her, to the stoic nature of one who experienced no pain from their wounds. Despite all the signs & visible differences that separated this Berserker and what could be considered a human, Angelica's eyes remained the same, the same brilliant blue that'd entranced & infatuated the Lancer Queen of Amazons in a previous life, those same eyes that still streamed with silent but very human tears.

She explodes forth, no longer in control of her perfectly controlled actions, her speed doubled, her strength not falling behind in its raised rank as the Berserker, Angelica, flows like a skater over the strangely undisturbed waters of the Fae Pond in spite of the roaring bass of avalanching power cascading over them. She launches up toward the night sky, it's almost beautiful, like a great beautifly taking flight, only to land on the surface tension of a different body of the same water as below, this one making up the stars of the darkened sky, further differentiating this place from the World, a ceiling of water just like the shallow still ocean below, like the void between different oceans, one of the Outer Layer of the World, the other of something closely resembling the Sea of Life, long forgotten by that very same World.

And none of it relevant. The Berserker uses this unnatural platform to rebound off of with culminated & renewed momentum, hurtling toward Lancer like a missile from hundreds of feet up, soaring through the air in an instant at an angle with an unclenched hand reaching out for the object of her desiring & destructive instincts, the Berserker’s hand looking to simply remove Lancer’s heart from her chest mere inches from her fingertips. Even through all this irregularity she would still be able to see the Berserker's wide blank dead yet tear filled eyes, a silent message that called out to the great Queen from whatever was left Angelica's ego, her very soul, a silent message that told Hippolyta she didn't want the to be win, she wanted to be saved...

Broken Ego

Grants +Modifier to all ranks by sacrificing one’s sanity, as represented by a +Modifier to the Madness Enhancement skill as well. The Noble Phantasm itself manifests in the form of an aura similar to Mana Burst that becomes so potent the user’s own clothing is incinerated.

Strength: B+ Endurance: B+ Agility: C+ Mana: E+ Luck: E+ NP: D Madness Enhancement ~ C+

Love like the Ocean

#unmeinotenzoku #cue Last Stardust playing in the background #'I have no mouth and I must scream' comes to mind #time to finish this fight

[angelica-ainsworth]

DETROIT: BECOME DOLL by artist Ohihil (@ohihilz)

#B e c o m e D o l l #check!

[angelica-ainsworth]

reblog this if you actually like following me.

#even if I've been about as active as a sleeping tortoise...

[angelica-ainsworth]

womaninsuit answered your ask

#womaninsuit

[angelica-ainsworth]

Strange, neither with the Church not the Association? And conducting her own investigation no less, was she some freelancer? It was too soon to tell, for now Angelica needed more information. Her MO seemed to fit if it was answers she was after, and the Doll deduced that she could get some of her own by allowing this girl's questions...

“ Very well, what is it you want to know...? ”

Still weary of the person before her Angelica leant back on a desk of the emptied classroom as all their respective 'classmates' had already left for lunch, and folded her arms in a slightly impatient manner that at least showed her willingness to comply, for the time being...

#atlasalchemist #sorry it took 3 days #v tired #v stressed

[angelica-ainsworth]

Touch Starved Meme

My muse is touch starved, send one for your muse to-

❤️ - Hug my muse from behind 👏 - Ruffle my muse’s hair ✋️ - Hold my muse’s hand 💪 - Pick my muse up 👆- playfully poke my muse ✍️ - Write something on my muse 💋 - Kiss my muse on the cheek 😏 - Playfully headbutt my muse 😝 - Lick my muse 😙 - Cover my muse in multiple kisses 🖐 - Give my muse a backrub 💤 - Cuddle up to my muse 😶 - Quietly lean against my muse 👃- Boop my muse on the nose ✊️- Playfully punch my muse 🙌 - Playfully shove my muse 😖 - Bury their face in my muse’s chest

[angelica-ainsworth]

ご依頼で描かせていただいたもの。

#Oh #hello Himegil #or Ange #Ange is best

[angelica-ainsworth]

Luckily for Avenger the Doll hadn't thought anyone bold enough to intrude into her room, and thus had shut off the Flash Air system in the Bounded Field, and unbeknownst to Jeanne D'Arc Alter, ensured the stairs would stay put as she climbed them. The singing grew ever more clear, with each step Jeanne climbed higher, till finally, she reached the rooftop through the ceiling of the Castle in the Bedroom, the Doll's House in the Closet...

It was here she sat, strumming her guitar singing from the depths of her heart, the one place left in this world, left within herself where she could express, anything. Avenger must've thought her a pitiful sight, this Doll playing at Human emotions like the strings of her instrument, unknown to suffering nor joy, simply being, existing. And what of Jeanne D'Arc, did such words and such music touch somewhere deep within her own being? Could she really have found someone who didn't merely understand her own feelings, but could even relate...?

Play me something

#avengerthedragonwitch #The stairs were inspired by the ones in Harry Potter #anyways #what will Jalter's first words to the Doll be I wonder...

[angelica-ainsworth]

"Cards? You use the same magecraft as Illya, which means you're both from the same world or mirror world? You do seem much more tolerable as a team mate then Gilgamesh."

“ The 'same' Magecraft as Illya? That's incorrect, rather Illya uses the same Magecraft as me, or rather, as the Ainsworths. But you're right about that much, we are from mirrored worlds, there is no Illya Von Einzbern of my world, likely due to the Einzbern's not being one of the founding Magi Families to have created the Holy Grail. As for me, I'm a Doll, my ego and that of the King of Heroes’ are polar opposites, there is nothing else to say on that matter.

And what of you, Archer, how did that Faker become a genuine Heroic Spirit as such who I'm seeing now...? ”

#New icon! #The first to see it! #Aren't you special! #counterforced

[angelica-ainsworth]

The Avenger would be met by the scenic sight of a grand castle, its enormity alone making it no mere feature but a primary landmark of this place, and even the large flowing moat surrounding the outer walls made for a grand addition to the overall impact of such a place, like something out of a fairytale.

It was here the voice was calling out from through such sad music, and over the rushing breeze Jeanne would finally catch wind of its source, a figure upon the roof of its tallest tower, sat strumming a guitar as they sang with their eyes closed, noticing not that the intruder to their 'room' at Chaldea.

It was none other than Angelica Ainsworth...

Play me something

#avengerthedragonwitch #How will she get up to that princess in the tallest tower? #Will she climb those endless winding stairs? #Shall she scale those looming walls? #Perhaps she shall fly there on the back of a great Dragon?

[angelica-ainsworth]

It seemed too little too late to finally call out to the Servant using her own True Name, instead it appeared doing so only spur on her mindless attacks, her war cries now sounded more like the sobbing of a widow as the Berserker threw herself at Hippolyta over & over with unending stamina and masses of strength, her skill with that large sword verging into the realms of stupidity, would this fight never meet its end?

Berserker could keep pace with Lancer's strength and stamina, but the Queen of Amazon's still had her Noble Phantasms that the wildly thrashing swordplay the Servant of madness couldn't counter, as well as her speed vs the Demi-Servant's slower more exaggerated movements...

But even the ruins themselves appeared to be cracking, the very aire of this place felt as though it was about to shatter like glass, what was hidden here? What was Lancer missing? If she didn't stop Berserker...Angelica soon, the intensity of pressure she was exuding was going to crush the very atmosphere of these ruins...

Love like the Ocean

#unmeinotenzoku #A whole week for THIS?! #Ugh #you gotta kick my ass more if I take longer than 3 days...

[angelica-ainsworth]

“ I'll commend you for tracking me down to this place where it would be difficult for me to act freely against you, but the same goes for you as well doesn't it, so I'll ask this just one time, what is it you want from me...? ”

The Ainsworth's Eldest Daughter demanded in a cold tone devoid of emotional response as she stood before the peculiar girl in an empty classroom of a highschool outside of Fuyuki city. The girl probably figured that with the crater and the highschool being long since abandoned the Ainsworths would be attending one out of town to keep up appearances while they worked outside their Bounded Field. So she was clearly no ordinary person to have calculated things to this degree, the question was who was she? A member of the Church? A Magus sent to eliminate them? A Master...?

@angelica-ainsworth x Starter Call (accepting!)

“Ainsworth. So my calculations were correct in pointing to this place.” it had been Sion’s prerogative since coming to this world to find some sort of clue, and all she could lead herself to was converging into this single magical family in the middle of the city covered in snow. Only they could…. but would they?

#atlasalchemist #Sorry it's late! #Hella busy #work/icons/musings #etc etc #anyways hope you like! #I really don't do enough school settings so went with that