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here is some doodles and a snippet of a comic wip for my death stranding au!avatrice stuff!!

comic snippet wip:

alright guys there are a lotta explanations to be done for my death stranding au to make sense in its entirety, but that's for another day! (especially considering this isn't even the main one it's a variation??? bea-centric vers and all that) so for now I'm just gonna give context as needed? - 🍮

light explanation under the cut because I love these ideas very much... Spoilers below!

All the stuff I've made previous is in a world where Ava is in the protagonist role (Sam the repatriot). This comic is set in a variation where Bea is in that role instead! Meanwhile Ava is the Extinction entity or Amelie.

Important note: Amelie is in fact Sam's sister so I'm not making the comparison btwn them and Avatrice in terms of that familial bond or some other inc*st bs! I'm specifically interested in the role of repatriot and extinction entity (i.e. the weird supernatural aspects!) Let's not get weird abt it babes!!

Anyways! Imagine as a "repatriot" you can't die in normal terms, you live in a post-apocalypse where dead bodies become nukes in 2 days, you've lost loved ones to those blasts and the world is in shambles but you remain. You're only companion is someone who visits you in your dreams/when you end up in a place btwn life and death (i.e. you should be dead but ur repatriotism...). They are the only person you give a damn abt and when they find themselves in trouble you raise hell and back to save them. At the end of that convoluted journey you find out that they are the embodiment of the end of humanity, they are tied to the supernatural shit that started the apocalypse, etc. They ask of you to help them one last time to decide how humanity will die. Today or some unknown tmrw...

This snippet is when Bea wakes up in that in btwn space after a fight and Ava is revealing the nature of her supernatural existence + offering her a choice.

(fr tho this is all a crazyyy simplification of all of this stuff so don't super rely on it? It's very much I'm insane and need to brain blast ppl now rather than later! I think the parallel btwn Amelie and Ava w/ their humanity screwing up their responsibility as ethereal/otherworldly entities is so fun and I had to draw abt it!! And Bea and Sam breaking out of their slumps? Bea leaving the order and Sam breaking from his hermit life also so tasty!!)

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was looking at ava in that one jacket where the tops always meet and i was like wough... - 🍮

( more death stranding au stuff hehe)

edit: for those who don't know death stranding, its that game with the weird lil baby they keep in a jar! that's the lil freak in the amber juice!! it's genuinely a beautiful game abt making connections in a freakyy world!! but forever more is it stored as pickle baby game in my head

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Beatrice felt comfortable here, despite the noise, the sultry warmth of the cafe. It was too close for her, lively and vibrant to the point of distraction but Ava liked it. “Pecado Alegre” had become ‘their spot’ when they returned to Madrid. Ava had stared at the cafe’s name, bemused, grabbed Beatrice’s wrist with a suddeness that nearly sent her off balance and dragged them both through the smoky afternoon gloom within.

Today is that ‘special’ day when grief & the familiar are hesitant lovers. The sweet sting of longing in her chest swirled and danced with the bitterness of espresso on her tongue. Beatrice tried not to stare past happy couples, tried to drown out bright, sparkling laughter, love everywhere taunting. The missing part of a pair who suffered it all…together…and yet.

If only, if only…

Book open, dog eared pages damp, well worn…and continues to wait.

Art: Simon LeClerc - https://www.instagram.com/bonjoursimonleclerc?igsh=cDZlMTY0OWV6cjk1

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had some freetime (didn't sleep) and was like oh yeah my pokemon au?? (hc's at the bottom under the cut) - 🍮

and then a short 4 doodles of Ava learning to float on her back :

Hc's under cut

this au was inspired off of those foster reels that I used to binge! so basic premise is that Ava and Bea are foster caregivers for pokemon. (OCS is now a pokemon care related thing - idk if i still do the higher power thing w/ Arceus I am not a pokemon buff!)

They are accompanied by their more permanent companions, Ava's pikachu w/ an amputated arm and Bea's anxious lil mimikyu.

Also Ava is recovering from her paralysis with some chronic pain hence the aquatic therapy and wheelchair (handy on particularly bad days).

most of all the lil idea nuggets i got are like ava and bea learning to work and live w/ each other + their feelings abt the pokemon... like Bea was an accomplished trainer at one point but left that behind!! and Ava's prev condition has her interested in pokemon with similar injuries or pre-existing this or that. fun stuff :3

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Have another domestic Avatrice doodle

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happy avatrice Saturday 🫶🏼

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more le squish!!

inspo 💖

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Thought about Avatrice forehead kiss, thousands dead, millions injured

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"I don't even go here" reports local woman before devoting her next several hundreds hours of life to hyperfixation

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Beatrice: *shyly* Are you uncomfortable?

Ava: *also shyly* I'm not uncomfortable, are you?

Beatrice: *blushing* No.

Lilith:…

Lilith:…I am uncomfortable!

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banned 🙅🏻‍♀️

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"Beatrice," Ava calls softly, Beatrice has trapped her in a hold, one she's felt thousands of times before. Ava can feel her underlying desperation (this time it seems to say, please, please fight back). Ava steels herself (one last time). Bea's arms are thick, corded with muscle from years of use and Ava doesn't want to linger on the truth of it. (A soldier weathered over the course of many years). The cruelty doesn't spare her, it sits with her forcing her to relive the same day over and over.

"Beatrice, I know the end." Ava tries again, It shakes Beatrice and it's gut wrenching. Ava can feel the uncertainty brewing, her grapple is no longer precise just frantic. "I have to go," Ava swallows the bitterness in her chest, (failure, failure, failure, it tells her).

"You can't," She's shaking and Ava has never seen her fight harder than now to choke back sobs. "You can't." Beatrice is grabbing her hard and Ava pivots, leading them chest to chest.

She can feel the crown of thorns bite into her hand but nothing ever hurts more than looking into Bea's eyes. They're so stupidly brown and soft and so full of hope and Ava wants to throw up. (She curses every stupid higher being above for making Beatrice watch Ava die over and over. She just hopes she's the only one who remembers.)

"It all ends the same. Please, just one last time let me have this with you." Ava forces herself to look at her, Beatrice, to take it all in one last time. She's done this a thousand times, maybe a million, but it still hurts all the same. The sight of her never grows old, (Ava doesn't want to ever get used to seeing her), she's breathtaking. It softens the goodbye in her heart.  

She can't say it but she knows Beatrice can feel it. The defeat permeating from her. It's suspended between the two and Ava is never going to see her again.

She blinks through the tears, Ava is never going to see her again. She can feel Bea's heart racing through her wrist and she's never going to see her again.

And she can't kiss her, she can't kiss her because she's never going to see her again and she couldn't stop if she did. But Ava has never been the strongest between them, she ends up on her toes gently holding her face between her hands. She can feel Bea's breath reverberate through her hands and she kisses her forehead.

A sister warrior officiated goodbye, (Shannon's last moments leak through her and Ava has never felt like herself these past thousand lives).

"I love you," She lets it slip, (the part of her that exists outside being a warrior nun,) and Ava hasn't quite learned how to stop running. She closes her eyes, unwilling to see the devastation across Beatrice's face and she falls for the last time.

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Something's changed. Ava can feel pain a heavy thing in her chest. And it hurts, it hurts that it wasn't enough that she left the earth a heartbroken mess. She's tired and Ava doesn't want to hurt anymore.

Something crosses her vision and someone grabs her -

"I know the end, you idiot." Beatrice shakes her in disbelief, "we go back to the alps." She kisses her before Ava can say anything swallowing her bloody mouth. It's raw and needy and it makes her feel alive. She can't feel anything below her chest (but this blooms a feeling she had forgotten about, hope).

Beatrice knocks her head into Ava's, panting harshly against her face, their foreheads pressed tightly like Beatrice is sure Ava's going to disappear again.   

Ava hands weakly snake around Beatrice's and she smiles through bloody teeth and swollen lips. Her throat feels hoarse but she couldn’t be happier. 

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Sunshade

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Sol et Luna

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I collaborated with yet another amazing writer for the Avatrice Big Bang ❤️ I loved drawing guardian angel Bea 😇 i think it really fits her character!!

The fic is already fully posted here eheh

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bat ava and cat lily comm for @lucy-westenra-apologist fic 💖💖

link to the fic!!

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more bat ava, now with witchy shenanigans!! comm piece <3