#mwapollo

[mwapollo]

grumbo are like what if we were best friends and completely chill and unbothered until we lost our minds because of each other and were together every single day... but our attachment was so out of sync and it was always the wrong place or the wrong time or the wrong words to the point that the yearning burned holes through both of our chests. and it was so bad and unbearable and dissapointing that we stopped talking in hope we'd stop caring as well. but at the same time we're still like chill and unbothered dudes and actually having a great time literally the next time we met afrer a very dramatic and exausting conflict. that doesn't even affect us in the slightest. we're besties and we like to spend time together and actually we can't imagine our lives without this. this is so much fun. our images are mutually permanently burned into our retinas and in every thing we create we find trails of each other. but it's just a casual thing y'know. it's not hard to stop caring about each other for half a year. we have other things in life. many other things more interesting and important than chatting. but the next time your name crosses my mind i realize i can't stop thinking of you and devoting my entire being to you. every joke i make every creation i'm proud of anything good that happens in my life i want to share with you. and i feel terrible because this is just one of the many friendships and it's not that important at all. and you've forgotten about it already. and i try to brush it off too. it's a hell on earth. but then we meet again you make me feel on the top of the world. and then we spend more time together and i piss you off with everything i do. but we're just chill and unbothered dudes. from 0/7 to 24/7 and back

[velvvetcat09]

hiii! i'm happy to have a reason to reach out to you :) you're an amazing artist and this community is very lucky to have you! thank you for everything you create!

maybe you'd like to draw grian or griande on mumbo's lap? 👀

hiii!! thank you so much for the message!!

i also really love your grumbo posts 😭😭❤️❤️ thank you for the grumbo crumbs 🥹🥹

here’s something scandalous as a thank you 👀

[trafficblrpositivityproject]

Wanted to say that @mwapollo is such a gift to this fandom, his analysis of Mumbo and Grian are amazing and she has such an attention to details that usually just go over my head. Apollo's theories with @bc-jpeg about the Watchers are just fenomenal, especially the one about the Otherside disc! He has such a dedication to just pointing out what is canon/has happened in the videos, but extracting something so emocional out of it!!!

@mwapollo + @bc-jpeg !!!

[mwapollo]

the bright dots on the night sky of past life and evo aren't stars. they're other worlds. old worlds don't have as much protection as the new ones -- they're raw patches of code, the universe's firstborns. everything inside them is exciting and naive and simple. there are no civilizations and colonies, no conquerors and conquered yet -- only oases of life generated in the endless nothingness. there's nothing to mask for and defend yourself from, because life and pleasure are the purpose. the Great Void is not an ocean yet but a cradle, welcoming as mother's embrace.

that's why you see the other worlds at night way better.

and also why the watchers see you better, too.

[mwapollo]

i don't mind the "grian crash-lands on hermitcraft while fleeing from the watchers" trope, but its dominance in fanon completely dismisses the fact that grian was chosen by the hermits and chose to be there in return. if my memory serves me correctly, he was invited several times, which means he was voted for by all hermits at least twice, if not more; which means he was a long-awaited guest. and grian was only ready for a radical change like this when one day his old life became less promising than a sealed envelope in mumbo's hands.

the hermits would help a stich-like alien in any possible scenario. it's the part of their culture, their social expectations, their morals, their characters. but it wouldn't be their will. and if the watchers eventually came for him, both grian and the hermits would have no agency in the disaster that just happened to fall on their heads.

now, compare it to the world where grian chose to be a watcher. where grian chose to never tell anyone about what happened. where the hermits chose grian, and where grian chose them. and where several years later, grian chose to create the death games -- but didn't know what he'd done. the world where the watchers fooled grian and took their souls.

imagine the big reveal. the hermits discover what happened. will they blame grian? will they blame themselves for letting it happen? or will they blame themselves for letting grian in?

what hurts more -- an accident or a deception? a god's will or thirty pieces of silver?

[mwapollo]

"mumbo can't recieve compliments!" and then there's grian

[mwapollo]

still thiking about the minecraft movie... about what could've been if they weren't pussies and made minecraft an actual game in the movie universe instead of just some kind of different realm and left steve as an in-game character...

garrett the garbage man, a veteran and a perfect-score champion of the video games' age dawn, owns a vintage game shop he refuses to renovate because he's lost his faith in modern gamedev... minecraft is the most played game on the planet, can you believe that? stupid game with stupid blocks for 3-6yearsolds. there used to be proper games and proper gamers. he'll bear his legacy forever even if it means losing everything he owns, including the shop.

but he appears in the minecraft world against his will. and meets steve. The Steve. the stupid face he saw on every elementary schooler's backpack. and he has to come in terms with cooperating with him if he wants to leave this dreadful game.

the more they spend time together, the more garrett sees the unexpected depth in steve's character. steve's life is about creativity and freedom. steve fails so much yet he always starts everything over again. and it slowly infects garrett -- the man who can't imagine a game without a score, a score without a competition and a competition without a victory. steve's creativity is purposeless, philosophically speaking. steve has no purpose but to be himself. and it's charming. garrett comes to a realisation -- it's been decades since he actually wanted to be a champion. he wants to be himself. and he doesn't mind being himself with steve. the stupid face in the stupid game with the stupid blocks on every backpack. he can't believe it.

at the same time, steve actually finds a puprose. he's never seen anything beyond the woods, the plains, the villages. all his creativity was random -- build this, build that, make yourself a safe home and never has a single trouble again. it's getting boring pretty soon. he's a skilled survivor, so what? does he really want to live a careless life without a challenge? with garrett, he has to go deeper; in the caves, in the nether, in the mansion. he feels the spark. he takes on garrett's challenges in legolas-gimli style. they have so much fun in places steve used to avoid in the established comfort of his own world. it makes him want to create things that are actually useful for their adventure. it makes him crave garrett's company.

they succeed in whatever main plot is going on. garrett is free to leave. steve expects him to. garrett does -- surprise-surprise, only to renovate the shop, embrace the new era of non-linear, non-competitive, maybe a little bit childish games, hand the shop over to a side-character and return back into the mc world with a real-world artefact for steve he mentioned his love to mid-plot. they live together. the jason momoa's skin is added to the list of default characters. you get to see their cameos on a big server like hypixel. you get a better, more mature plot for a movie with the same general message and interesting interactive marketing ideas. mojang doesn't get anything.

[mwapollo]

i reject blood bonds in minecraft because i'm a code-based life enthusiast, but you may know that i like to consider "minecraft" a sort of religious teaching in the in-game universe (here's my previous post about this), which makes the end poem a some kind of universal religious text.

and the poem reads:

The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body. And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother’s body, into the long dream. You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.

and i can't stop thinking about what a great point it can be for minecraft characters. all of them were born alone, in a singleplayer world. none of them have ever seen their mother. they had to survive and learn and grow all by themselves. but they all believe in different things.

some of them wouldn't care about the poem at all, considering it outdated and irrelevant. some of them has never read it, has never even heard of it.

some of them would believe this is fiction that exists to comfort lonely souls and give meanings to their lives. because there's a chance you'll spend your etenrity in a singleplayer world, never connecting to another soul.

some of them would believe they actually have a mother. some would try to find her across the world and the universe. some would even believe they've found her. some would lie to others that they have. some would imagine what she's like. for some this image would be comforting, as it would be discomforting for others. some would blame her for bringing them into the universe. some would talk to her in an internal monologue. some would believe this myth but slowly grow out of their attachment. and some would see parental figures in the souls they've found along the way.

some would think that the great void is their mother, and, i think, those would be the only ones who are right.