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Greetings!

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Welcome to my Animation VS fandom/ask sideblog! My name is Shace and I follow from @running2redemption! My pronouns are she/him!

I mostly write fics! And occasionally make quizzes! And very occasionally do bad art!

I do accept in-character asks for my OCs, the Minecraft Crew and King, Purple, The Chosen One, and The Dark Lord! Now including the Mercenaries from AVA Season 2! Occasionally you might see the Colour Gang, but don’t expect art for asks, I am a writer, not an artist!

This is my masterpost of stuff that I made that I will update as I make it!

Masterpost

My OCs! - Mint (Green), Royal (Blue) and Aqua (Blue), as well as fankids Chestnut and Mahogany.
The Minecraft Crew! - Teal, Indigo, Fern, and Sky
King + verses

Headcanons

Main post - the main cast, regularly updated
Alan and alexcrafter
Some worldbuilding headcanons

Fics

One Horrible Moment - Everything was working as it should. And that meant the boy would die. (A short blurb from the perspective of one of the workers at Booth 30 that day.) - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

KingDrabbles

Same - What was normal now? - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Home - The road home is paved with fire and brimstone. - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Playthings - Stick figures are made of two things: violence… and love. - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Amalgam - Flecks of Gold in a field of white. - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Mornings - …are for mourning. - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Birthdays - Happy Birthday, King! - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Recording - This message will be saved for 7 days. - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Mourning - Flowers and funerals. - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Awaken - Reality is cruel. - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Illness - Caring comes in many forms. - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Interests - It’s hard keeping track of them all - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Tired - There’s no rest for anyone, just moving on and on. - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Wonder - What if… - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Progress - It’s going to get better; it has to. - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Sickness - Sometimes the caretaker needs care. - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Forgiveness - It’s over, isn’t it? - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Mugs - Happy Father’s Day, King! - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Quiz

Which Alan Becker Stick Figure Are You?

Credit for my icons goes to @sketchshack!

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Alive

Primal

She awoke spear in hand, facing down a tremendous beast. But she was not alone, she could see others out of the corner of her vision. But they stood unmoving, just as the beast did.

She stepped back, lowering her spear and raised again almost immediately as a cry echoed from somewhere, followed by more and more.

She looked around before she looked Out. She saw them, hands to mouths, like her but not. Creators.

They were so big as they reached with hands to touch her. The one who made her placed fingers upon her reverently, smudging her a little and she withdrew in pain.

They held up the drawing utensil, and fixed the part of her that they had smeared across her world. It was simple for them to reach up and do it. They had Created her. And they would create many more like her.

—

Primal, though she wasn’t called that yet, she wasn’t called anything, had a family now. There were many like her, and smaller ones, children.

They lived happily with their Creators and their own family which also grew.

Until.

Another family came to the cave, spears in hand. They wanted the cave and they were going to take it.

These others, these Destroyers, they killed their Creators and then they moved to smudge out Primal’s family. No trace of their Creators could remain.

Primal gathered those she could and ran out of the cave along the walls. She had done this before, when she had been the only one, to follow her Creator across the land.

They huddled and hid, her family, but they never really recovered.

Skywater destroyed them. Others from the Outside found them and destroyed them. Some chose to just… Stop.

Until she was alone again. The only one.

She wouldn’t Stop. The world had grown, changed, it was new and she still wanted to see what was next.

It was easier alone. She could sneak easier. Alone she was less noticeable.

She watched change happen.

She roamed.

She watched Life.

She watched Death.

She watched the skies go grey with smoke.

She watched mountains crumble and leave new rock faces for her to travel.

She watched the ocean from her cliff side perch.

She was lonely but she loved this place.

And she did look for others, and sometimes she even found them, though they looked very different from her.

Some feared her, others admired her. She never stayed long. Never had a family again.

Families got Lost.

—

She didn’t know what exactly had happened, the Creator had raised a device, there had been a strange sound and now… she was here.

The Creator didn’t seem to expect it either, and dropped Primal’s new home. She tried to moved back to the wall and found she couldn’t.

She tore through her new environment, searching for a way out, pursued by the Creator at every turn before truly tearing a hole and making her escape into the light.

She fell for what felt like forever in the whiteness.

And they suddenly there was a wall in front of her. A floor that she hit. Below she could see grass, and houses.

But this wasn’t like seeing Out.

The barrier here was real, and physical. Which meant it could be broken.

She stabbed at it with her spear, and it eventually shattered like glass and she fell to the ground below, bouncing several times.

There were others, other Sticks.

None like her. But she was used to being different by now. They were smooth, their movement fluid, she’d not seen Sticks like them before either.

They were kind, they helped her find a place to live, and food to eat. But she could tell they feared her.

And that was Fine.

avm ava alan becker mercenary primal cave man cave stick there’s a plan to make this a collection of short stories about my hcs for the mercs before canon inevitably comes along to shatter them we’ll see if I can manage it

Anonymous asked:

22, 26, 41- purple???

Abuse

When Purple didn’t perform adequately in combat training he would be deadnamed and misgendered as a form of “punishment” because he hadn’t “earned the right to be called a boy.”

Roommate

Sky and Purple were roommates not that long ago, before Purple met the Colour Crew.

Hidden Talent

Purple would have been a musical theatre kid, he’s a talented singer, actor and dancer. Shame he never really got the chance…

about purple

Anonymous asked:

The Mercs: 9?

Dancing

Striker

Not a good dancer, never really had the opportunity to learn.

Primal

Probably the best dancer out of the Mercs, her style is something that needs a lot of space.

Logo

His animation style doesn’t really allow him to dance. Or at least that’s his excuse.

Bit

Bit goes clubbing a lot, but he finds his movement a little weird when he tries to dance in any sort of modern style, but at least he tries.

about mercenaries about striker about primal about logo about bit

Anonymous asked:

41 for Aqua, or maybe Sky?

Hidden Talent

Aqua

Aqua is actually incredibly strong for a normal stick not descended from a combat stick. She was often at the bottom of those cheer tower things (idk what they’re called and I am too tired to look it up).

Sky

Sky is very popular with cats. Even in various games, if it’s feline it’s Sky’s friend.

about aqua about sky