#maroon ava

[thevalleyoftriumph]

love this guy. the corndog ☝

absolutely HILARIOUS to me how they just dont gaf. not a single care in the world.

[also i got curious over the name of their actual color, since ive seen the name maroon thrown around, but that didnt seem too accurate to me... turns out, their color is sienna! so thats what ill be calling them, personally :3]

[poppyflavour]

Some cast doodles + slight redesign for some of them :3

I had a lot of fun with these :D

[zishu-arts]

*making heart eyes* ava/m background characters my beloved,,,

[tatos-stick-pile]

my only contribution to @wtfgaylittlezooid 's and i's bug au listen i have biases and i am his only fan fr

[muffledexplosion162]

the most logical thing to do when some fucking rift things start randomly appearing that leads into a whole fucking dimension that was once thought near impossible to exist and some stick figure that has actual blood instead of code appears is to give them a ✨corndog✨

Anyways the idea of Maroon nonchalantly giving someone basically the equivalent of an alien a corndog was enough for me to draw this and dear god this took forever

[practically-an-x-man]

if I had a nickel for every time i named a guitar after a female-named sentient machine from a horror movie, I'd have two nickels. Which is not a lot, but it's intentional weird that it happened twice

[littleonixel]

Can you make a drawing of happy Fragment ? He's a little boy to be protected 👉👈 ( And my favorite of your of your ocs , although they are all great ^^! )

Imagine having favorites, couldn't be me- (COUGH COUGH ғʀᴀɢᴍᴇɴᴛ COUGH)

Imagine-

[chaosoftheages]

Purple For The Entirety Of Thanatophobia:

Did Purple essentially know what he was doing?

...No. No he didn't.

[youreridiculous]

songs i can use in my instagram stories but i’m too afraid to put them in my notes because there is a lot of trauma in there from drafts of texts i had to send to my ex so i can’t go in there at all anymore otherwise i will have a breakdown and i don’t want to do that so i put them here

[dadjokesbutgay]

Victim is terrified of the corn dog guy (I like to call him Maroon). He is not allowed within 20 feet of the rocket corp building and/or Vic's location at any given time. I might make a post to explain this at some point.

Hey AvAblr, reblog this with your most random headcannon, I’ll go first:

Red has a pollen allergy

[running2reanimation]

… Is there anything you miss from back home Mint?

Mint: My siblings, Maroon, Forest and Trucy - technically her name is Chartreuse but we all call her Trucy. They visit sometimes but not for very long, and I get the impression they're not really supposed to. I hope they don't get in trouble for it.

[thevalleyoftriumph]

ermmmmm u should perhaps consider. drawing corn dog guy. and the delivery truck driver..... if u know u know....

obsessed w this brush. anyways yeah im aware ^_^

[izzy120]

Cute but dangerous

Part 2

First chapter, the meeting

Pairing: Melissa scemmenti x fem y/n

Summary: you just came from your old school to Abbott Elementary to be Melissa’s co-teacher. But she has been being a total bitch for not even half the day to y/n making her angry. So y/n may or may not have pepper sprayed Melissa in the eyes!

Warnings: cussing, more than usual mean Melissa, I think that’s it, tell me if I missed something!

Italian sayings in English

I’m going to kill that kid: “Sto per uccidere quel bambino”

Idiot: Idiota

Kid: Bimbo

Fucking piece of shit: Cazzo di pezzo di merda

Y/n isn’t quite sure how she ended up here. One moment, she was talking to the principal of her old school, and the next, she’s somehow in the halls of Abbott Elementary. Apparently, one of the teachers needed a teaching assistant—or as some like to call it, a “co-teacher.” But let’s be real, that title felt like a stretch. With a resigned sigh, Y/n adjusted the strap of her small bag, which held all the “essentials”: chapstick, makeup wipes, extra shirts (for inevitable kid-related messes), pepper spray, and a pocket knife. You know, the basics.

Pushing through the school doors, she approached the front desk with a polite smile and a flicker of nervousness in her eyes. “Hi, my name’s Y/n, N/y/n. I’m here to see Principal uh, Ava…I think that’s her name?” Y/n giggled awkwardly, already feeling out of place. Forgetting the principal’s name on day one? Great fucking start. She glanced at the two women behind the desk, who were now staring at her like she’d sprouted a second head.

The silence made Y/n shift uncomfortably, her nerves creeping higher. “Did I say something wrong?” she asked, glancing between them. One of the women, dressed head to toe in maroon—a cardigan over a floral blouse, matching slacks, and perfectly styled hair—looked like she could be Y/n’s mom. Well, if her mom exuded the perfect balance of warmth and authority. The second woman, though… oh boy. Strict, sharp, and undeniably intimidating. Y/n felt her cheeks heat up. Oh, this was going to be fun.

“Dear,” the maroon-clad woman said with a motherly smile, snapping Y/n out of her spiral. “I’m guessing you’re the new co-teacher?”

Y/n blinked a few times before nodding quickly. “Yes, ma���am! That’s me!” She accepted the woman’s outstretched hand, shaking it politely.

“I’m Barbara Howard,” the woman introduced herself warmly. “I’m the kindergarten teacher here. And this,” she said, motioning to her work wife, “is Meli—”

“Ms. Schemmenti,” the second woman cut in, crossing her arms and giving Y/n a once-over with a sharp glare.

Barbara sighed and placed a calming hand on her work wife’s shoulder. “Her name is Melissa, dear.”

Y/n nodded, trying not to let the intensity of Melissa’s stare rattle her. “Oh! Wait—are you the person I’m co-teaching with? I got an email about who I’d be assisting, and I think it mentioned you…”

Melissa scoffed and looked away. “Yeah, that’s me. Ava stuck me with two classes this year, so she figured I’d need a little help managing the little eagles.”

Y/n’s face lit up at the nickname. “That’s adorable! Do you give each second-grade class a nickname every year?”

Melissa rolled her eyes. “No, Idiota….Now, come on, let’s get moving, Maddie.”

“That’s not my name… it’s Y/n!” Y/n called after her, rushing to keep up.

Melissa groaned, clearly unimpressed. “If you last more than a month, maybe I’ll remember your name. Until then, Rick.”

Y/n gasped, trailing after her. “That’s not even close! That’s a guy’s name!”

Inside Melissa’s classroom, Y/n was hunched over, panting heavily as she tried to catch her breath. “Wow…hah…you’re a…hah…really fast walker!” she wheezed, still recovering. Melissa shot her a half-smirk, half-frown, clearly trying not to laugh. “Maybe don’t be so slow Bimbo,” Melissa replied dryly before heading to her desk to grab some papers.

Y/n’s exhaustion vanished in an instant as she squealed and rushed over to Melissa. “Is this your desk? Do I get a desk? At my old school, I had the cutest little desk, and I absolutely loved it!” she gushed, smiling proudly. Melissa raised an eyebrow at her. “Yeah, you’ve got a desk.” She walked to the back of the classroom, nudged one of the kids’ desks with her foot, and smirked. “Right here. Happy?”

Y/n wrinkled her nose in disapproval. “Well, I was kind of expecting more of a—”

“I’m gonna stop you right there, kid,” Melissa interrupted, walking up to Y/n and pressing a firm finger to her chest. “I’m not your friend. You’ve gotta earn the right to be friendly with me. I won’t remember your name, you’ll call me Ms. Schemmenti, and you’ll sit at that desk with no complaints. This is my classroom, which means my rules. Got it? Capeesh?”

Y/n blinked in shock, a little hurt by the sudden harshness. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it again, unsure of how to respond.

Melissa gave her a quick once-over and added, “Also, you might wanna change before the kids get here. You look like a pink unicorn shit on you.” She turned back to her desk as if the conversation was over.

Y/n glanced at the small desk Melissa had pointed out and dropped her bag onto it with a huff. “I don’t have anything else to wear that isn’t… my style.” She glanced down at her outfit: a light pink, fluffy dress with ruffles on the shoulders and hem, paired with knee-high white socks, pink ballet flats, and a white bag with a gold heart. Sure, it was a lot of pink, but who cared?

Clenching her fists, Y/n huffed. “You know what? I’m not changing.”

Melissa turned back with an arched brow. “What did you just say

Y/n crossed her arms and glared. “I’m not changing! The girls are gonna love this outfit anyway! And you clearly don’t understand fashion styles if you’re judging me for it.”

To drive her point home, Y/n flipped Melissa off. “Fuck you!” she shouted before storming out of the room in a dramatic exit.

Melissa stood there, stunned. But seconds later, Y/n came rushing back in, grabbed her bag with a sheepish look, and bolted out again, leaving Melissa shaking her head in disbelief.

When the second graders finally arrived, Y/n begrudgingly returned to the classroom to help, though she stayed at the back with her arms crossed, clearly sulking. Her glare was locked on Melissa throughout the lesson, earning her the occasional glance from the older woman.

When lunchtime finally rolled around, Y/n eagerly led the kids to the cafeteria and made her way to the teacher’s lounge. She realized too late that she’d forgotten to put her salad in the fridge that morning, thanks to the fight with Melissa. As she opened the door, she spotted Barbara and Melissa already there.

Y/n immediately perked up at the sight of Barbara, grateful for her warmth and kindness—so unlike Melissa, who seemed determined to make her life miserable. Sliding into the seat next to Barbara, Y/n beamed. “Good afternoon, Barbara!”

Barbara smiled warmly. “Good afternoon, Y/n, dear. Have you met the rest of the staff yet?”

Y/n shook her head. “Not really,” she admitted with a small smile.

Barbara chuckled and began pointing out the other teachers. “That’s Janine,” she said, gesturing to a petite woman with a questionable sense of fashion—not that Y/n could judge right now. “And over there are Gregory and Jacob. Oh, and that’s Mr. Johnson. He’s not a teacher; he’s our janitor.”

Barbara continued introducing the rest of the staff as Y/n nodded along, chuckling. “They all seem so nice. Thanks for telling me their names—I would’ve felt so awkward not knowing them.”

Y/n giggled, but her amusement was cut short when Melissa muttered something under her breath. Turning to glare at her, Y/n pouted. “What did you just say?”

Melissa raised an eyebrow, her expression indifferent. “Hmm?”

Y/n scowled and stood up abruptly. “Ugh! You’ve been a total bitch to me since I got here!”

Janine gasped and immediately rushed over, her hands raised nervously. “L-let’s all calm down, please!” she stammered, clearly more anxious than Y/n had been that morning.

Melissa’s glare hardened. “The fuck did you just say to me?”

“I said you’ve been acting like a TOTAL BITCH!” Y/n shot back, her voice rising.

Melissa stood up so fast her chair scraped against the floor. “That’s it!” she snapped, looking like she was about to lunge at Y/n before Barbara quickly intervened, grabbing Melissa by the arm.

“Melissa, do not!” Barbara scolded, forcing her back into her seat. She turned to address Y/n, only to find the younger woman had already stormed out of the lounge.

Barbara sighed heavily and looked back at Melissa, her expression stern. “What have you been doing to that poor girl?”

Melissa scoffed, crossing her arms defensively. “Okay, maybe I’ve been a little bitchy, but why should I be nice? She’s not gonna last a week here anyway!”

Barbara sat down beside her, rubbing the bridge of her nose in frustration. “And she’ll leave even faster if you keep acting like this.”

“Good riddance,” Melissa muttered under her breath, earning a sharp slap on the shoulder from Barbara.

“Apologize to her. Right now.”

Melissa’s arms remained crossed, her glare unwavering. “I’m not fucking doing tha—”

“Melissa Ann Caterina Schemmenti!” Barbara snapped, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Melissa flinched and immediately stood up. “Fine! You didn’t have to use my whole name… sto per uccidere quel bambino,” she grumbled as she stomped out of the room.

Melissa searched the school for Y/n, eventually finding her sitting in the classroom. Rolling her eyes, Melissa walked over quietly, not wanting to make a scene. Without thinking, she placed a hand on Y/n’s shoulder.

Y/n jumped with a startled scream and instinctively sprayed pepper spray directly into Melissa’s face.

Melissa let out a pained yell, clutching at her eyes. “I know I pissed you off, but what the hell is wrong with you?! Why would you do that?!”

Y/n froze, horrified by her own reaction. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

Melissa, still blinded and livid, groaned through gritted teeth. “Cazzo di pezzo di merda!”

It’s not that good, her personality isn’t exact and this is definitely not the best I’ve ever done. But I hope that you guys liked it!

[redandyellowbracket]

FINALS

It's the moment you've all been waiting for, folks! It's the final showdown between our two semifinalists for the title of ULTIMATE Red and Yellow!

On the left we have Sideswipe and Sunstreaker from Transformers. These terrific twins can transform into Lamborghini cars! They've defeated everyone who crossed their paths: their transforming adversaries, Knockout and Bumblebee; magical girls Kyoko Sakura and Mami Tomoe; the reason this bracket was formed, Red and Yellow from AvA/M; and most recently, they battled against Touhou's protagonist and deuteragonist, Reimu Hakurei and Marisa Kirisame, sweeping by pretty much exactly 70%!

And on the right we have Dick Simmons and Dexter Grif who, while actually maroon and orange, swept through their competition by the will of the fans and committing to the bit: basketball anime boys Kagami Taiga and Kise Ryota, Homestuck hotshots Aradia Megido and Sollux Captor, Rise!TMNT's very own Raph and April, and in the semis they battled and absolutely destroyed Thomas Sanders' Roman and Janus by a whopping 74.8!

Will the giant transforming robot twins come out on top, or will Grimmons take down one final foe and earn a title that would make Grif furious? Good luck to both of our finalist duos! And please, for the sake of myself and your fellow voters, be courteous in the notes.

[tatos-stick-pile]

Just so u know i got ungodly attached BEFORE that short appeared (ask any one of my mutuals fr) I NEED HELP.

[danrishy-ava]

Some more AvA/M designs

Creator and Creations

Victim 'Vic' (fanon)

Not included in any of my AUs/projects(yet)

Alan 'TA' (The Animator)

Creator

Rarely ever uses stick form

Has some abilities as stick

Cursor is his weapon

I wanna give Alan name aka TSC, but I can't find fitting third word for 'The Animator'

Shimer 'Hangman'

Just kid. Younger than CG

Orange named him

Has troubles breathing

Stayed on Alan's PC for some time. Now lives in StickCity

StickCity residents

Ash 'Freedom Guy'

28 years old(around it)

Leads large center that helps created StickFigures to get in the stick society

Spying on Rocket Corporation

Maroon 'CornDog guy'

Just chill guy

Usually works at the local restaurant. Sometimes holds the corndog shop

Rocket Corporation uniform

A few options. Basic, for active researches, formal

Allowed to be styled slightly

Must tie your hair up or cut it short

The corp symbol is required

Violations of dress code can lead to you being fired

Skirts are allowed with some length restrictions