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DID VICTIM AND DID TSC

Hear me out, no, fucking listen to me.

Victim has DID. Each past death + clones are an alter, the last one who survived is the host that split into two: one being the one left with memories of Mitsi and the other being the one we see front in the box.

Soon after AvA10, Victim realises that TSC is in the early stages of the same disorder with most of the alters not being very conscious.

Therefore, instead of trying to help or leaving it be, Victim Rocket (the host) purposefully worsens the situation and makes Orange split a shit ton of alters by various ways of torture and manipulation. Their alters try to stop them, but they can't. They're too weak to front.

They tell Shady Smith that it's to benefit from the kid's powers easier or some shit. But in reality, they see their "weak selves" (the rest of the alters) in TSC (+Yellow and TCO). They're trying to be "the superior one in the power dynamic". They are trying to control their surroundings.

Cowboy manages everything in The Second Coming system and puts Orange (the host) through many puzzles and challenges to keep them distracted and away from the front... away from whatever horrifying thing Victim is doing to them...

Victim knows the host is hidden deep in the mindspace. They try to lure the host out bc they deem the rest of the system useless. Orange tries to get out of there after realising what's been happening. Cowboy can only keep them* safe for so long...

*Every sentient being you see in AvE and more... (Yes, the Math symbols and the multi-dimentional creatures are alters.)

Is this anything

They're so adorable

Purple's monophobia has nice roots to some parental issues, and I can't emphasize enough on the honers AvM29 executed through their unique style of auditories and visuals in a headspace minimalist. Not only introducing the main climatic conflict and turning point of a character, but simultaneously expanding on those same elements through metaphorical lenses in a way where it doesn't feel.. cramped, forced, nor fast paced. Because while it is something that is handed to you, it's something you're deliberately left to dive into because of just how subtle it is. It can honestly be quite easy to miss if you're not someone who likes to unravel detailing meticulously.

Note Block Universe is a musical based short. They're acknowledging and signing instruments to these respective characters. Purple having a signature violin, and Green having a clarinete. In research, people who play the clarinet have unique and similar personalities. They're very bright, outgoing, sociable, aware, empathetic, and passionate. People who play the violin are shown to be more closed off. They are dedicated, emotional, passionate, and intelligent. While both instruments hold their own musical difficulty, they work well together in duets as well.

Getting into Purple's elaboration, their father was such a big part of their life. His role served as a tutor, a guide. (Someone who wasn't completely in his biases, but a tutor nonetheless.)

Purple was not provided an ounce of comfort following the split. To say they didn't have the best household would be an understatement. They are glued to their mother's side and catering to her health. After her death, after seemingly implying that they had buried her, they don't move from their position, and the violin starts increasing in its shaky E strings. They're locked in place. Their head stays low, and their limbs sag. They're paralyzed, a bit similar to how Orchid stood following Navy’s abandonment. Wind blows beneath the petals, and the graphs sway to reveal Purple's dad. Only then, does the motif pick up.

But It's with amusement that you note the usage of shots.

Longshots are used to highlight a character's body language and to establish their relationship with the environment. The cinematographer wants you to be indulged in the scene entirely, so there isn't a specific focus for this very purpose. Close-ups are used to communicate an intensive focus on a character's body language, expression, or a symbolic piece entirely seperate from the character. The transitions between shots delivers an emotional emphasis in compliment to context, pace, and narrative.

This clip is a follow up to the autoscripted note visuals, focusing on the transition to a headspace environment. This communicates to us that this is their nadir. A longshot; Purple's sombre, her grave, and those petals. A close-up with Purple's casted shadow and blank stare, then a close-up to their focus in question, which is their mother's grave and those petals. The wind picks up, and the graphs follow the petals, revealing their dad. A longshot, and every trace of Orchid completely vanishes. Purple lifts their head, and their concentration is completely locked. A medium-shot, Purple reaches out, and thus, their venture begins.

This transition is an immediate culmination to what we were presented with. It becomes extremely futile, restrictive, and useless if you were to not treat the autoscripted notes bit with the same field of analysis as the headspace bit. It doesn't just haunt the narrative, it's the literal motive.

Purple's father's methods in tutors weren't appropriate nor comprehensible to someone so young. (Or rather, someone who wasn't particularly made to be a candidate for sparring..) Their mother rather distanced herself from either discomfort, fear, or perhaps even both from the observings of sessions, as there isn't nearly enough to imply that Navy was physical with her before.

When Navy stomps her away, you would usually expect a parent to protest to defend their child, protest to be involved. But here is where she proves you wrong. She doesn't make it known that no, I'm not going to let you treat our child this way. While she doesn't comment on his style in parenting in the clip, the pure disgust and judgement is apparent enough.

Regardless, she still bystands until she doesn't, but it already affected Purple.

Only stepping in once she's certain they're in danger, once she believes it's a necessity. And this isn't to demonize Purple's mother, she's just a character with flaws. But being a bystander to “training” to the extent of feeling obliged to defend yourself when up against those foundations is morally unjustifiable and screams volumes on the situation. Having such an inconsistency ultimately results in Purple confiding in themselves, becoming stubborn to those outside their defensive field, because they don't think they're ready to let anyone in. Something that wasn't made by their own hands, but is left with their responsibility to break.

Navy was a tutor, as much or as less as he was a parent. Purple was distressed, begging, while Orchid did not look back once. Purple was dazed, and only then does Orchid's legs giving out from underneath her snap them out of their musings.

Because if they had done anything different, would the outcome remain the same? Would it be any different from what it is now? Is it their fault?

While they can't change the past, there's a possibility to retrieve it, isn't there?

Because Purple was a child of two people, even if they didn't particularly have a childhood. With one parent deceased, another absent, they're alone. They stood paralyzed until something itched, because they don't need to be alone. They didn't want validation, they wanted their remaining parent back into their life. Of course, keeping Navy’s style in mind, this includes validation as a narrative product, but not in the way I often see portrayed in the fandom.

Because not only is Navy huge, centered in their mind, it's his animation upon the abandonment. That head turn, the way his shoulders slightly sagged upon returning back to his motion. It's the most traumatic memory that Purple has of him. It's what they obsessively analyzed, what plays over and over again. It's the reason they're going through these drastic heights to begin with. The current situation they believe they can protest and what they believe they can accomplish by redirecting that choice.

And as Purple has to manually and metaphorically climb their depths to get to their father, they're deliberately burying and repressing their grief for their mother. Deeper and deeper as they go higher and higher.

If it be a dragon egg as the supporting figurative amongst the climb or an abrasive king who takes that spot. And the king who takes that spot is a bit more.. well, major. He's really major. Because this is an authority figure. In Purple's mind, this figure was the first to offer them a sense of belonging since their bout of being alone. The bout being (presumably) 8 years.

And latching onto the first authority figure that offers you inclusion as an immediate response because you were alone for so long, Isn't.. you know, good. That isn't healthy.

Because when they're close, their father turns his head the other way, and they fall. It's a brutal reminder. It's a shove to reality. But they're not back at the beginning. They're on a platform due to other's presence. They have a group, and they can be a part of this group. Because it's not the end just yet. Because there's someone that notices them. And he's whispering something, something they're not ready to understand, and they completely discard them.

But before the quintet even made their introduction, before they even made their appearance, before Purple can even process the potential friend group, it was their own refusal to accept Navy's choice that the platform stood to begin with.

Despite having their elytra throughout the entire span of the series, this is the only time it's actually included in their headspace. It's to emphasize a callback. Their likening to their elytra grew double in size because that was the material that gave King that greenlight approval nod. If it be their response on retrieving the elytra back onto their body after the strike from King, or if it be being held back by Green. Fishing rod in hand, and by that elytra nonetheless.

When King’s betrayal forced them back into those depths they repressed, they reflect. They're right back at the beginning, the very beginning, and those shaky E strings pick up once again. They didn't accomplish anything, and everything went to waste. But at the same time, was there really anything to waste to begin with?

Purple is back in those pools of petals, there isn't a grave to compliment, just her petals. Their head low, their limbs sagging, and Orchid’s petal falls. It's just one petal, and they extend their hand.

But it flakes right past.

Because she isn't here anymore, they don't need a grave for clarification. We don't need a grave for clarification. Only then, does Purple stiffen.

They look to their father, and his back is already turned. But that's because it always has been.

But this time they don't reach out. Because it was his choice. Because they have to accept that.

And that means they're all alone.

Or are they?

Green's vulnerability

I knew that Green was vulnerable to something big falling from above, but I didn’t expect that to be the case even in Lucky Block Staff.

While everyone else is pushing the ceiling back, Green alone still hasn't recovered.

i wonder what he watched (he being me) (what he watched being animation vs minecraft)

hi shadow

I would never square up with a dude who could punch me with his mind

Dude I completely forgot about King's own potential injuries on his back due to being turned away from the beam upon the track seq, your big brain brings me awe..... I would honestly LOVE! a replica of these scars on our beloved quintet but unfortunately they would most indefinitely disappear (like every other inflicted injury) due to them having an obligatory origin respawn upon shenanigans death sigghhh

I enjoy your headcanon with pixel scarrings a VERY normal amount., i swear your honer I SWEEEAAR!!!!

THIS IS SO SICK /pos

Thank yoooooooou

The pixel scars are a beloved headcanon of mine because like,

With how destructive the beam of light was, theres no way Purple and King would come out of it unscathed

As seen in my "In the Week that Follows" fic

King would have his on his back since he was turned away from the staff while Purple would have scars on their front, mainly on their hands from blocking and a large chest scar from when King initially fired a bolt at them to make them let go of the staff

I am also SO normal about this, trust and believe

alskdlsjgklsdg

do NOTTTT get me started lad you have NO IDEA HOW SCREWED THEY ALL ARE @stickyuri

king having his cheeks CLENCHED

"what are your pronouns?" well im mixed, she/her on my mothers side and he/him on my fathers side, either works

Hear me out on King's inability to sell kitchen appliances (like a microwave, airfryer, toaster) due to everything being broken with blemishes beyond repair

Because they all had the same faint beeping noise of a familiar sardonic alarm

We never really saw Purple and Green actually fight, like a full-on fight. There are 2 confrontations, and Purple only blocks and defends. I would pay so much to see an actual spar

shower thought when you're baked; If Alan created the sentient being that taught him how to animate and draw, would he still be considered a self taught artist?

lemon ><

don't often do backgrounds, but I wanted to do one here

Maybe

I'm taking a break, I'm coming back for my birthday dont worry ✌️

Take care everyone ^-^/

can u maybe post that regret rock king edit here its fire asf

bet

tumblr PLEASE dont ruin the quality ........................ this is either gonna flop horribly or somehow blow up theres no inbetween

ART DUMP saved as a draft but forgo to post??

ART DUMP saved as a draft but forgo to post??

Hurt/Comfort

I think Purple n King should definitely talk to each other bout, their own whole thing(Gold and Cobalt[aka Purple's dad]), and be for each other

I'm still processing ep30 and these two, so yeah. Have this drawing of them talking bout their emotions! and them sleeping after it

(heavily related to drawing, I feel like, King would be to have more of a breakdown when talking bout his emotions than purple. Purple already let it out with Green at ep29 and properly felt his own emotions and not much of a weight on him, but King on the other hand didn't really have a moment to properly feel it, he tunnel-visions his anger, and aimed to end Minecraft without caring about anything else[and perhaps he included] so, to finally talk about it must've been such a rollercoaster of emotions)

Thinking abouutt... When Purple first presented themselves to King as someone potentially useful for his scheme, their first idea was to show their skills in combat (as one would, not really a surprise there)

Which didn't seem to faze King at all, he stood unresponsive but still had the door wide open as if he was waiting for something else, or something more.

Purple mimicked the awkward pause because they were expecting that to work. But they're a fast thinker after all,

So plan B! Their elytra. Purple discovered the elytra during their venture at The End, assumably using it since then; though we don't get much glimpses of Purple's status post!discrown and pre!introduction with King.

But you know, they have quite the skill in acrobatics as well, using their elytra to compliment that score. That seemed to finally have King nod in approval as he gestured for them to come on in.

Since the duo’s first introduction, Purple keeps their elytra with them, practically glued to the thing. At first, I thought Purple took a likening to the elytra because.. well, it's fun. You can fly. It's freeing. The feeling of the air hitting your face is nice. But most of all, it enhances your skill (especially in combat) and provides an upper hand.

...but now I'm starting to think that the reasoning is a bit more complex than I initially thought.

What if their likening to the elytra grew double in size because that was the material that gave King that greenlight approval nod?

If it be recovering from a meltdown upon their disagreement aftermath, retrieving the elytra onto their body once more, then dissociating for a bit before getting up off their feet and bowing to an image of King.

Or Purple who had their elytra throughout the entire span of the series, yet the only time it is deliberately highlighted in their mindscape sequence is when they're out on their climatic heights with approval from their dad (or King who took that spot)

absolutely obsessed with your purple design - so femme, so lovely, I adore themmmmm (or is it her? i see purple as a she/they personally)

either way, sending much love ur way!

In conclusion, their pronouns are He/Him, but as they are just beginning the transition to boy, that is why their very feminine and defined features are clearly seen...

❌His beauty is not like the beauty of Japanese or Asian models, where she has big eyes and lips

✅ He has the beauty of a geisha (I would like to draw his parents so you can get an idea...) His features are more circular or oval, that's why in the drawings, I draw him with an oval face...

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