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MORE AVA INFECTION AU (A&AVZ) REFS!
I FORGOT TO POST THEM HERE AUUUUGGGGHHHHH but yes yes here are some sillies
Infected Refs under cut! Tw for potential horror:
There an Alan ref BUTTTTT I ran out of space and also I might do animators in a separate post-
#alan becker#animation vs animator#ava#animation vs minecraft#avm#ava au#animation vs animator au#ava red#avm red#ava green#avm green#ava matrix#ava agent smith#ava ballista#ava mercenaries#ava messenger#ava scribbles#ava primal#ava 6#avm purple#avm navy#ava tdl#ava the dark lord#ava victim#a&avz#a&avz au#infection au#ava infection au
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there are more celebrations this february:
happy 2 years, chaotic gremlin villain league!
to honor when this group of characters (and friends) were formed, we challenged each other to redraw one of our original cgvl pieces. this one was picked for me by occa!
the original piece, circa march 2022—
and the new piece, circa february 2024 :-)
this was super fun to look back at and redraw! these past 2 years have been nothing but fun, and i hope the next 2 are the same <:-D
@occatorcreator @cherry-hoarding-art-gremlin @frog-man-blog
#animator vs animation#ava enti#ava bug#ava geo#ava scribbles#ava rose#ava vix#art tag#sticky's ocs#chaotic gremlin villain league
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still not over them
(ID: 4 watercolour drawings of Ava and Beatrice from Warrior Nun.
The first drawing is of Ava alone. The second drawing is of Beatrice alone. The third drawing is of Ava and Beatrice in pyjamas, happily holding onto each other in bed. The fourth drawing is of Ava and Beatrice's heads together, encircled by lyrics from "Riches and Wonders" by the Mountain Goats.
/end ID)
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I’ve been thinking about them again….
#this dialogue popped into my mind#and would not leave#I love them still#ava the dark lord#ava the chosen one#ava#animation vs animator#alan becker#take my scribbles
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it’s always nice drawing the sticks when i’m blocked
#alan becker#animator vs animation#ava red#ava yellow#i feel like she’s recognizable from the glasses#soul scribbles
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It's done!
Don't Pour Acrylics Down the Sink is complete! I'm so happy!
And just in time for Scribbles's birthday today, too!
Thank you all who followed the fic and who have been giving me lovely comments and kudos. I hope the ending is satisfying to you c:
#occatorart#alan becker#animator vs animation#animator vs minecraft#ava fics#ava color drained#ava dpadts#ava the chosen one#stick figures ocs#scribbles
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sisters.
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woe, sticks and family upon ye
#animator vs animation#animation vs minecraft#alan becker#ava tco#ava tdl#avm red#avm yellow#avm green#avm blue#happy 2023 have some vaguely accurate headcanons#also more tco/tdl scribbles bc im very normal about their complementary and contradictory relationship w each other#mossmakes#edit: I PUT TCO'S SCAR ON THE WRONG LEG ;W;
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scribbling during a s2 rewatch
#oldest silent hill meme in the world#ava silva#alba baptista#avatrice#warrior nun#trying to feel better about doodles and scribbles idk
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Woah, a guy
#Scribble (oc)#ava oc#avm oc#ava#avm#animator vs animation#animation vs minecraft#my art#doodles#sillies#oc art
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sorry heres my shitty ava gijinka doodle. I don't feel like coloring it either sorryyyyyy
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Orange because he’s cool and I love AVM
#AVM#animation vs minecraft#AVA#I love this series so much omg#stick figure#animation vs animator#scribbles n’ art
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it's still christmas eve for me, but it's still relevant i think
hope you guys are having a wonderful holiday! and if you don't celebrate, i hope you're having a nice sunday/monday :-)
#animation vs animator#ava enti#ava bug#ava geo#ava scribbles#ava rose#ava vix#art tag#sticky's ocs#chaotic gremlin villain league
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It means nothing to her. Living. Ava would be so ashamed. She tried. God, she tried. But the life that they’d lived together left a gaping hole in her heart. And she needed to feel something. She needed her sisters again, falling into easy routine.
Training. Mission. Recovery.
Training. Mission. Recovery.
Mission. That’s where they were now.
Dragged out of bed in the early dawn, summoned to a series of dimensional pulses. The rough cobblestones rocked against their feet as they shuffled along, hidden in the shadows of the old buildings.
“This way,” Camila whispered, gesturing up ahead as she looked up from her tablet.
The pulses were getting stronger, Bea’s heart beating in tandem. She didn’t know why she could feel them. The other sisters gave no indication that they could, so Beatrice shoved it down, attributing it to the years of experience.
“Almost there,” Cam squealed, rushing a bit ahead of the pack.
It was a normal town square, open air, plenty of space, surely bustling by midday. But the tips of Bea’s fingers tingled, adrenaline redirecting it elsewhere.
“Camila slow–”
The pulsing exploded, a steady BAM BAM BAM against her sternum as the air erupted, sparks of orange and red bursting through the air, tarask swiping through the silence.
Her legs propelled her on instinct, eyes fixed on dear Sister Camila, head ducked and still buried in her tablet.
The blue glow of the screen made Bea’s heart jolt, shining against Cam’s face like the shards they’d pulled from Shannon not just last year.
No.
She was not going to lose another sister.
She flew across the square, snapping her wrists the second she made contact with her battle habit to drive Camila as far away as possible.
A sharp rod slid through her armour as another ring of blue appeared, angry tarask growling, hot air blistering against her face.
Is this how Lilith felt?
Cold creeps up her fingertips, neck stiff. The air forces itself from her lungs, and she can’t get it back, mouth gaping in shock.
Ava climbs through the portal, a divinium knife flying through the air. It meets its target, right through the monster’s heart, and Bea can’t help but smile.
She knows the second Ava sees her, eyes shining with elation, wide grin splitting her face.
The tarask roars, and Bea feels it. It rocks her, digging deeper through her middle. The sluggish spurts of red falling from her abdomen, sapping the warmth from her bones. The tarask vibrates behind her, breaching this realm for the next, and Bea wants to beg, “No, I just got her back–”
It’s like a higher power hears her plea, her heavy limbs sliding her down the claws, crumpling straight to the floor.
The ground blurrily comes up to meet her, head bouncing from the weakness. She can’t even hold up her own head.
The impact jars her, the emptiness suddenly gone, replaced by thick syrup sticking to her throat, blocking the airway.
Faint hollers reach her ears as her lung convulses with coughs, desperate to expel the blood pooling in her lungs.
She’s been blessed again, right in the view of Ava’s wonderful face. Thank you. The last thing she’ll see before she dies.
She thinks Ava’s face falls, but half her gaze is obscured by the cobblestones pressing into her face. The other half is hazy. Between the dark splotches, two Avas rush towards her, overlapping and separating with each sway.
Ava’s twinkling voice sounds like it’s underwater, just out of reach for clarity.
“Bea–”
A deep chill runs through her bones, barely mustering up the strength to comprehend the words, but she’s here.
“Stay with me Bea,” drifts into her ears.
The pulses keep going, portals thrumming with energy. It was Ava, calling for her.
But her heart misses a beat, pulsing a half-second slower than the dimensional field. Then a second. Then two. Then three.
The splotches have disappeared, replaced with a dark veil, falling like a curtain over her vision. Shaky hands gather her up into their arms. She wants to reciprocate, but her limbs refuse, weighed down by a million different forces.
The darkness abates for a second, Ava’s brilliant brown eyes shining back at her. Seeing her.
“I missed you,” she chokes, copper on her tongue. It comes out weak, and for a second, she thinks that Ava hears nothing at all.
“I love you,” Ava responds, clutching her closer. “Please don’t leave me, please don’t leave me.”
She hears, but her brain is slow to process, fuzzy and waning. But she has to say it back, she has to. She didn’t when Ava first left and now–
”I love you too.”
Her eyes have slid shut, so she doesn’t see the glow. But she feels the warmth, spreading over her limbs and soothing the aches and pains.
She doesn’t see the Halo in Ava’s back, but she feels it, beating steady til hers matches.
“I’m not letting go of you yet love,” a tender promise by her ear.
The halo glows harder, a faint tingle in her side.
It comes out stronger this time, steady and sure. She pries her eyes open, reveling in the soft glow.
"Ava."
Ava stares back at her, devotion apparent. God, how Beatrice would kill to just touch her face, soft skin gentle under her fingertips. Warm and real.
Her body responds now, an affectionate smile curling her lips.
“I love you.”
In this life.
And evermore.
#in celebration of finishing an essay!#i present to you#hurt! and then fixed!bea#with a side of homoerotic devotion#(aka avatrice)#avatrice#sister beatrice#ava silva#warrior nun#boink scribbles
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i’m trying to look for an excuse to not be on my phone so muxh
also i think i’m a little art blocked
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greeeennn
might add more ab him when im less tired :o
#animation vs minecraft shorts#animator vs animation#animation vs minecraft#animation vs minecraft green#avm shorts#avm#ava#ava fanart#avm fanart#ava green#avm green#animator vs animation fanart#goose scribbles
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