#yea AvA..

[pawzn]

Lil hungry animation I made of one of my favs,, hhh

Rahhhhh I want his victummy,,. 🤤

Im sorry normal people who see this I get a bit quirky at night… 😭/lhhh (it’s not even night)

[mooneggtarts]

My contribution to farmer!Vic I love him sm... well known to be a hardworker and a swell guy in the village. Where did it change?....

I don't like how the colors are here for him. Then again, coloring has never been my strong feat lol. Reassuring myself that I am still learning...

[chaosxcrushed]

what do yall do when you hold hands with your boss

[meepiest]

[i3utterflyeffect]

...so posthaste, we must escape! Your creator’ll leave you disgraced, babe Laplace will not rest until you are erased!

couldn't finish this set but i was seeing a lot of ava stuff for laplace's angel and i think y'all need to listen to the Chonny Jash cover because this addition to the song has been KILLING ME DUDEEE.

i don't actually know yet how i want to draw these guys which is part of why i lost inspiration for tdl and tco's part but just. listen to me. listen. the lyrics. the LYRICS. FUCKKKK.

(link to the song is here because umh. flashing warning. i think chonny understates the amount of flashing a little bit)

(please do not tag my art as ship btw please and thank u)

[hiimtheproblem87times]

wait you have krita? Draw smt in Krita

FINALLY AN ART REQUEST. (i think)

Cool uhh

Boom

[girlkisserr]

go you funky little humanised bird gal

[itslilacokay]

is it okay if I asked you to draw my oc? Idm anything I just want to see them in your style 👉👈

wait are those wings i genuinely thought it was hair the first time LMAO

anywa here

[alastair-1205]

(Click for better quality lol)

If I had a nickel for every time I turned something that had a very basic design into something needlessly dramatic, I'd have a lot of fucking nickels.

Anyway hello AVM community, please accept my Red and Second being weird and using powers that are beyond their comprehension :D Their designs are VERY subject to change, especially the outfits lol. I still can't decide if the colored in version looks weird or not so I just put in both.

(The current designs are vaguely based on/ definately inspired by @milkie2 's ideas btw)

[ellathebirb]

Return Back

Pt1: New Friend

Next part

[superbellsubways]

i think itd be fun if finder had s fuciggngngnt Grandpa. based off of like. the first ever macintosh ..

like.. the blocky ass mouse.. the cursive text.. the rainvow apple loGo… and maybe he even has the litrle ermm the little old macintosh face

i think thatd be fun (also pls im so sorry if this is annoying.. i very much luv ur creations so mush hrrhrhehrhrgege)

DONT BE SORRY I LOVE GETTING ASKS ABOUT THESE GUYS HEHE not annoying at all i prommy.. hi rico

anyways this was such a cute idea 😭 i doodled a lil something for it

uhmm i based the grampas design more on the lil OS icon symbol thingy? rather than an actual macintosh to fit more with how finder is also an icon :p

[sammy8d257]

Anyway here's some dialogue I wrote out based on these brainworms

Feat. Purple, King, and the horrors of Job Searching

=O=o=

"Hey King, I thinking about getting a job."

"Getting tired of illegally trading Minecraft items?"

"Hey! I'm working on my permits! You know how long those take."

"Pfft- relax, so a job? Anything in mind?"

"I don't know. I haven't really thought about anything yet. I just want to help take the edge off of things, you know? Maybe start making a savings account. Residual money from Becker is nice for living, but I don't want to just live."

"Hmm..."

"Plus I want to have some extra spending money for things."

"Yeah I understand, but that brings me back to my first question. Do you have anything in mind?"

"Hmm... I don't know, maybe something easy? I don't really want to work retail..."

"..."

"Oh! Maybe I could apply to be a secretary? I mean, I know I'm good at being an assistant,"

"That's not-"

"And there must be plenty of positions out there. Cursors, I bet Rocket has some openings!"

"Eh, okay first off, just because you know how to command an army of mobs does not mean you know how to do office work. Secondly, I wouldn't apply to Rocket."

"Huh? Why not? Aren't they're one of the top businesses in the city?"

"Yeah, but you don't fit the company."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"[sighs] I mean, the company has a very particular... brand, when it comes to their employees."

"King I swear to code, that doesn't explain anything."

"They only hire grays..."

"What-"

"Or powered createds."

"... uuuuUUUGGGH. Are you serious?"

"Unfortunately."

"That really sucks. I thought businesses weren't allowed to do that anymore?"

"Yeah, they don't specify it on their job listings but, well, I went in for an interview and they said weren't looking for a 'normal created'. Plus, when I got there, everyone I saw were gray shades."

"Geeze..."

"MmHmm..."

"[sigh] Well, I guess there's other jobs."

"Yeah, besides, it's not that big of a loss. You'd hate corporate. Too much paperwork."

"[huff] You don't know that. What if I like paperwork?"

"You? Ha, yeah right, I've seen you write an email."

"I- Shut up! STOP LAUGHING-"

=O=o=

[silverserpent]

Silly Game Time: Who are some of your favorite fighter characters? And what do you like about them?

They can weild any weapon (swords, spears, axes, clubs, knives, bare hands, etc.); they can be of any class or variety of combatant (ones who rely on strength like brawlers or berserkers, ones who use finesse like martial artists or technique masters, ones who balance defensive and offensive equipment like knghts or samurai, etc.); they can be of any race or species (from fantasy or sci-fi); they can even have access to special powers to improve their combat skills (magical, psychic, technological, superpowers, etc.).

What matters is that one of their primary skills, roles in the story, and traits as a character is physical fighting.

I KNOW this is an odd choice, but hear me out: Alan Becker's stickmen.

First off, their choreography is something AMAZING. Very fast paced, and always doing AMAZING cool stuff. Here's a poorly cropped clip of one of their calmer fights.

And here is what they can REALLY do.

And also... they are children.

Look at them. they are playing with action figures. Look. Red just crashed the party by involving the piggie.

And they made the ULTIMATE TREE CHOPPING CONTRAPTION with no foresight whatsoever.

THEY ARE PLAYING TETRIS AND CHEERING EACH OTHER ON. While Green just dances because there is music.

And they all have very established personalities and fighting styles, even though there are no words uttered! Orange is mostly the guy who comes up with very smart tactics; Green jumps around a lot and is very flashy; Red gets up-close and personal, hotheadedly rushes into the stupidest losing battles, and will love every animal they find; Blue is an incredibly powerful support guy when he has access to potion, fights ranged, likes to cook and deal with plants; Yellow is a big big engineer who has little foresight on whether or not the thing they make is a good idea, and the most likely to hang back, and provide support. Yellow is my big favorite, because of course. Their first move when they find a cool item is to take it apart.

And they are good natured and kind and friendly! They goof off and cheer each other on and prank, and they will help without hesitation, and there is also a big dramatic story and they are SO FUN.

One of my WIPs I need to return to was inspired by them, because I wanted to captivate the feeling they gave me.

this got away from me a tad, but hey :"D

[chaosxcrushed]

REALLY craving a monster now after this doodle

[smokestarrules]

41 ghost/living person au ava x beatrice

[AO3 Link]

...

Beatrice waking up is one of the most beautiful things Ava’s ever seen in her life. 

She’s always thought this—privately at first, in an attempt to not bother her with the levels of Ava’s adoration and then overtly, later, when she learned that Beatrice wouldn’t get it either way—and it’s never been more clear to her before now. As a rule, Beatrice is almost never relaxed, but she can’t help it when she sleeps. 

Ava lets herself stare without fear. Beatrice has always had a way of drawing her attention—look at me, Ava had thought even in those early days, living anew and burning with a desire to know and to be known, look at me—and here’s the thing: Beatrice has always been a creature of habit (pun totally intended). She wakes up at six in the morning every day, no matter what; her alarm blares, but Ava’d bet that even if it didn’t go off she’d still get up right on time anyway. Her alarm blares, she sits up. Rubs her eyes once, twice, and then swings herself out of bed. 

Just like that. 

She opens one of the curtains just a sliver and allows the rising sun to shine inside the small room, turning the room from a dim gray to something far nicer, tinging the pillows a soft orange that, in turn, flickers across Beatrice’s hair, caressing her in such a way that makes Ava’s fingers itch, eager to touch. 

Her highlights are growing out, have nearly been swallowed by natural dark locks, but it hadn't been the blonde that made Ava fall for her (though it hadn’t hurt). She’s stunning even now, especially now—will always be, probably. 

Beatrice makes sunlight look damn-near dreary, and Ava’s mouth dries as she watches. 

“You’re so pretty, Bea,” she croaks, unable to keep it all inside. Now there’s no reason to. 

“You try to keep yourself hidden from the entire world,” Ava goes on, rocking back on the bed. She watches as Beatrice putters silently around the room, blinking the sleep from her eyes. “And you did, really—you did such a good job of that. But you’re so gorgeous, like, holy fuck. I’ve never seen eyes like yours. You should wear your hair down more often, but your bun looks good, too. Bea, do you want me to talk about your freckles again?”

Beatrice doesn’t respond to her, of course. She never does. 

Not that Ava can blame her, really. 

(Ava’d found out pretty quickly that Beatrice couldn’t see her. Couldn’t hear her, feel her. Couldn’t perceive her in any way.

No one could. 

She got over it pretty quickly—if you count having a couple panic attacks getting over it—and she’s mostly okay now. By the time she’d appeared here, in the middle of Beatrice’s bedroom as she was sleeping, it’d already been four days since she went through the Ark. She doesn’t know why she’s like this, doesn’t know if she’d ever ended up meeting Reya; she doesn’t even have any memory of being healed, though she must have been. Unless she’s dead, and this is, like, some weird sort of limbo. 

But she’s died before, and it wasn’t like this.) 

All in all, she thinks, delighting in the casual ripple of shoulder muscles from beneath Beatrice’s shirt, this is a way better deal than last time. 

She doesn’t watch Beatrice change, of course. She has some shame. But she takes what she can get; it’s the little things, the way Beatrice walks around in the (supposed) privacy of her own room with a short-sleeved shirt on. She’ll always pull on an extra layer before she leaves, Ava’s learned, but the flex of her biceps even for this limited time is nothing short of holy. 

Once Beatrice is properly dressed, her bun fixed—though it hadn’t been mussed in the first place—her boots tightly laced, she heads out of her room, into the long hallways of Cat’s Cradle.

Ava smiles, bounces on her feet, and follows her out the door. 

(As far as Ava knows, the Halo’s very much fine and still in her back. She can feel it at times, though it never goes off quite as powerfully as she remembers. She can still phase—though there’s really no point to it anymore—she can still fly, can still heal—which was an absolute bitch to test, by the way—and maybe this all points to her not being dead, but in the end, it doesn’t really matter.)

Because she’s a creature of habit (it doesn’t get any less funny), Beatrice stops by the dining hall first. Breakfast is essential, she’d said in Switzerland, and Ava’s never one to turn down any food. She’d always enjoy those lazy mornings—though lazy is never something she could call Beatrice—and the early meals with her. 

It’d be nice to eat again. She misses food more than she misses a lot of things. Well—that’s not really true. She misses a lot of things, really; food, the need to sleep, talking with Camila, the way Beatrice would touch her shoulder when she was being just the slightest bit annoying. 

“I love you,” she says while Beatrice eats, because it’s all she can do. “I miss you. Thank you for being here. I’m sorry for stalking you, heh, but I feel like you’d be okay with it. I love you.”

I love you. I love you. I love you. 

After breakfast, Beatrice heads out to the training grounds. She doesn’t have all that much to do in Cat’s Cradle nowadays, and Ava’s seen her duties lessen and lessen over the days, from performing most of the new recruits’ training to now just overseeing it. She thinks, sometimes, that Beatrice will snap one day and just leave this all behind. She kind of hopes she will. 

It’s weird—complicated, really. She wants Beatrice to live so badly, to discover who she is without the towering, suffocating walls of the OCS boxing her in. That’s always what Ava’s wanted for her. 

But she desperately doesn’t want Beatrice to be alone. 

At least she’s not alone here, is the thing. Ava would follow her anywhere, but Beatrice wouldn’t know it. At least here she still has a few—has Camila, has Mother Superion, has Dora, even, who’s not very close but who’s here. 

(And Ava’s seen her grieve, too; those are always the worst nights. Beatrice grieves her so plainly that sometimes Ava wishes she’d just be forgotten entirely, if only to spare her the pain.

She never wishes that for very long. She’s selfish like that.)

“Bea?”

After training—during which Beatrice stood and watched the recruits and Ava sat and watched her—Camila finds her in the hallway, a sad smile already forming on her face. 

“Camila,” Beatrice says. She always sounds so tired when she speaks, now, and Ava’s heart clenches in her chest. I love you, she thinks, desperate for Beatrice to hear. “Did you need anything?”

“No, it’s not that.” Camila looks a bit skittish. “I just wanted to give you something.” She holds something out—something that Ava can’t see—and Beatrice inhales steadily. Too steadily. Ava wonders if Camila notices or not. “It took a little while to shape it, but it’s yours.”

Ava comes closer, unable to bite back the curiosity. She doesn’t like being too close, now, doesn’t like the way her skin slides through everyone else’s without even trying, but she can’t help it. Sometimes there’s a pull she just can’t fight. Beatrice is still staring at whatever it is, doing her keep-calm breaths. 

Ah. Ava understands the moment she spots the thing in Camila’s hand. A piece of Divinium—nearly black, with how dull it is—attached to a simple cord and clasp. A necklace. 

“For you,” Camila says finally, placing the stone in Beatrice’s hand. “So that you’ll know.” 

Beatrice doesn’t say a word when she takes it from her, cradling the piece of Divinium between her fingers as if it’s liable to bite her. She doesn’t react, really, just closes her fist around it and meets Camila’s eyes with a look that Ava can’t see from her angle. 

Whatever it is Camila seems to understand, and without another word spoken, Beatrice turns heads back to her room. Ava follows after her, because what else can she do? “I love you,” she says as they walk. “Even if you don’t know it, I’m here. I love you.” 

She hopes Beatrice doesn’t cry. That’s the worst of it, not being able to comfort her. She doesn’t often cry, but that only makes it that much more gut-wrenching when she does.

Beatrice doesn’t cry, but she does spend a few minutes sitting and staring down at the necklace. She doesn’t say anything aloud, but it’s in the way her hands twitch, how her leg jumps up and down on the bed. Time passes slowly, and Ava watches from the corner. 

“I love you,” Ava says, chin trembling because she can’t not say it, because there’s not much more for her to do these days than just tell Beatrice how much she means to her in the hopes that one day she’ll understand. There are tears forming in her eyes and she doesn’t even care because it’s not like there’s anyone here to notice it, anyway. “I love you so much. I wish I could talk to you right now. I miss you, but I’m glad it’s me rather than you. I love you.”

I love you, she says, right as Beatrice slips the necklace over her head. 

And that’s when she swears Beatrice looks directly at her. Beatrice’s eyes go dark and desperate, and Ava thinks that she is going to cry, actually, when she realizes that the Divinium hanging high on her chest is no longer dull and dark, that Beatrice’s face is flecked with shining blue. Beatrice stares through her, mouth dropping open. 

Ava’s heart jumps with the thought of danger. If Beatrice is attacked here, when Ava can’t do anything—

She spins around, but there’s nothing there. 

And that’s when Ava realizes, half a second before it becomes obvious. Realizes because she knows Beatrice, has known her long before she was cursed to follow her around forever. She turns back around, meets her gaze—look at me, she’s always thought, look at me—and stares. 

Because Beatrice isn’t looking at something behind her, or above. Beatrice is looking at her. 

“Ava?”

[rgbfall]

trying to figure out a victim ava design but i can't decide what his hair should look lie </3

i'm between these two,,,