#animator vs. animation

[siren-nate]

Alan Becker is like "Fuck you. Be sad about a stick figure" and we all go yes sir right away sir as many stick figures as you want

[moonsb1996]

When the sun fades, will the moon and stars shine?

thank you@newmria in design

[ao3-anonymous]

Fastest Growing Fandoms on AO3 This Week (08/20/2024)

Every week I pull data on how many fics are in each fandom and compare to the previous week, then calculate the percentage increase to determine fastest growing fandoms.  Since this naturally skews towards smaller fandoms, I have included the same data filtered to Over 1k, 5k, & 10k fics.

Overall:

Over 1,000 Fics:

Over 5,000 Fics:

Over 10,000 Fics:

Source: AO3 Fandom Dashboard

[dynamic-k]

HELP- IT'S PERFECT

I have been laughing at this post my sister sent me for about five minutes straight now-

Help me- my lungs-

[gabrielleyueerrrrr]

In Alan's 30 million sub Q&A, there's one question: Which stick figure do you relate to the most and why?

Alan's response: Orange/The second coming. He was the older brother/parent figure to the rest of the gang, but he also has this childish/quirky side, which Alan relates to a lot.

And yeah, there was a lot of instances where Orange acted as the responsible older sibling, even sometimes taking care of the Fighting Stick Figures. The most recent example being Animation vs Addiction where Orange helped Blue overcome his addiction.

But he also was the latest being created among the Hollowheads, and arguably having a younger/more innocent mindset than the other three.

Alan said that Chosen and Orange were like estranged siblings: alike in many ways, but never had the chance to know each other.

So think of how game changing it would be for Orange if they really get to become close in future AVA episodes.

Orange, who was used to being the "oldest", the responsible one, suddenly gained an older brother whom he could rely on.

He was used to worrying, used to looking out for his friends, protecting them against the world when no one else would. But suddenly, he gets to hide behind someone else's back, he was allowed to be vulnerable, to be scared, because that someone will protect him, that someone could be strong for him.

Wouldn't that be something.

[reptilia0freptiles]

The Sillies (AvA art)

Very very silly.

[would-they-be-good-at-asmr]

[illmoraineakoi]

Dark is Alan's favorite scapegoat. Every time he needs someone to do something absolutely abhorrent, he pins it on Dark.

Bestie's gonna have to bring him back at the rate he's going, he's gonna run out of time that Dark was alive TO pin things on him.

[do-you-ship-it-polls]

Do you ship it?

art by @manyminded from this post

reason: because I like having fun!!

[siren-nate]

There's something I see overlooked when discussing the different character traits of the Color Gang members. Red is hot-blooded and the first to throw a punch, yes, but after that, he does not give up. Once he puts his mind to something, the guy just won't quit. He's almost pathologically stubborn and determined.

He's the last one to get taken over by the Orb, and he dives right into the ensuing 4v1. This kind of bravery isn't universal to the Color Gang - even Second Coming was paralyzed with fear when the Dark Lord vaporized all four of her friends.

In vs. League of Legends, he's the only one who still wants to try and fight to win the game after the entire group has been decimated by Purple's cheating.

When everyone's trapped in the Parkour loop, Red isn't the first one to get past his designated Brute guard, but he's the only one to get past without drawing a real weapon or using some outside-the-box tactic. He just keeps getting back up and fighting bare-handed until he wins.

This even applies to situations that don't involve fighting; in the Monster School, Red wasn't ready to give up on befriending his teammates even after putting up with their constant bullying. Hell, he's not ready to give up even after they keep bullying him while he's actively helping them.

Both times the Color Gang make their desperate last stand against King, Red is the first one to stand up, ready to keep fighting against impossible odds.

I know this next one is more silly, but he won't even let go of wanting to take a nap in the Nether, something that Yellow explains will kill him.

Despite the obvious dangers, Red can't let go of the idea of putting a Lucky Block in King's staff to see what could be achieved by combining them.

Do I even need to say anything about The Prank?

It takes four of GreenScreen's duplicates to pin him up to the wall, and he's still throwing punches.

When he has a chance to appease GreenScreen and get it to stop being so violent to them, he instead taunts it.

And when all the rest of the Color Gang are finding ways to entertain themselves while trapped by GreenScreen, Red seems to just be going crazy with boredom because there's literally nothing he can do in this situation to fight back.

Red is crazy determined and stubborn. It's both a positive and a negative character trait based on the situation, but I don't ever see anyone talking about it compared to people talking about how he's hot-blooded.

[moonsb1996]

Don't mess with Rocket co family Ps : If Mitsi meets TCO TDL & TSC #alanbecker#alanbeckerfanart#AnimationvsMinecraft#animationvsanimator

thank you@newmria in design

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

How successful would Green…

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SHOUTOUT

Found the coolest thingie this evening, hhehehehe

Go give it love

[st1ngr4y-074]

“Please Don't Remain A Memory”,

Hallowhead family time !1!1 featuring; Noogai, Victim, Chosen, Dark, and Second (?)

This was made for Alan Becker’s, the creator of Animation vs. Animator/Minecraft, birthday. This was supposed to be made and finished a few days ago but I was busy with my own birthday, which is also on May 18th, but erm actually it still is that 18th of May if you’ll check your calendar so. ha.

word count: 1337

on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65748049

!! STORY UNDER CUT !!

A beeping. An incessant, annoying beeping disturbed Noogai’s slumber. But it wasn’t actually slumber–it was more of a lucid sleep. He was still aware of the cheap-leather couch latching itself to his skin, aware of how slightly cold and sweaty the skin will be after he gets up. He was still aware of the time, albeit going a lot faster than it usually would. Still aware of the fact that he wasn’t letting himself fall asleep. Couldn’t would be a better word.

Oh, and he was especially aware of the beeping.

Noogai groaned as he lifted his head slightly, accidentally-yet-also-sort-of-purposely pushed his phone off the couch as heard the rubber dunk it made when hitting the wood floors. He reached down and searched for it, found it, turned down the volume. He reached his free hand over to the side table and grasped for his blocky glasses that always drew Second’s attention away from his midday nap.

He put them on and suddenly the world wasn’t bleary and didn’t look like it was weaving itself together. He officially turned the alarm off after being unblinded. A forced cough from behind made him look around, making eye contact with the Dark Lord himself.

“Hi papa!” Dark sat with his legs handing over the topside of the couch, lightly swinging before sliding down to regular couch-sitting height.

“Dark. Hello. You didn’t sleep last night, did you?”

“No. The dollies were telling me a story about this girl who ran away from home and found a dead body. It was cool. Happy birthday!”

“Oh. Well, thank you.” We’ll escape this place one day. We’ll escape with Second and we’ll get you help, Dark. “It’s the eighteenth already?”

“Vicky reminded me. And Choo-Choo. I think he’s still sleeping. I think he slept in a box last night. I heard him crying. He interrupted my story. That wasn’t nice. The dollies weren’t happy.”

Noogai stood, ruffling Dark’s already messied hair, and started towards Dark and Chosen’s room. Dark jumped off the couch, following his father before running ahead. Noogai looked in the room, seeing Dark standing on tippy-toes, peering down into a stray cardboard box. He heard quiet and soft sobs escaping through the open top.

“Chosen?” Noogai walked closer to the box, leaning down and finding a child, blackened hair, curled in on himself on one side of the box. “Oh, Cho.” Noogai reached down and lifted the child into arms, Chosen’s head automatically hiding in the crook of Noogai’s neck.

Noogai rubbed at Chosen’s back for a few minutes, just until he stopped crying. He noticed Chosen’s bed was made, telling him that Chosen didn’t sleep in it last night. He hadn’t slept in his bed ever since Second had gone missing.

Chosen looked Noogai in the eye, scratching at his eyebags, making them more red. He pointed to the door and scrambled out of his fathers arms. Noogai let him down easily, but Chosen gripped onto his sleeve. He dragged Noogai with little effort back towards the door, Dark taking his other sleeve, leading Noogai in the same direction. “Kids, please.”

“We have a gift!” Dark’s smile seemed to brighten. It would’ve been more of a happy scene if it didn’t emphasize just how little sleep he seemed to be getting.

“Kids, I just woke up…”

“It’s already the afternoon.” Dark pouted, Chosen whined. “We have a present. Vicky made it! Come on, come on!” Dark pulled harder and Noogai went with it, willing himself to keep an open mind.

Dark and Chosen dragged Noogai through the living room, equipped with the couch and Noogai’s phone, to the kitchen, where Victim stood on a stool crying. Dark and Chosen let go as Noogai rushed over to Victim.

“Vic? Vic, what happened?”

Victim looked at his father, pouting and whining, seemingly crying harder at the sight of his dad.

“I just wanted you to have a nice birthday!” Victim started, crying harder as Noogai enveloped him in a hug.

“Vic…”

“No! B-because you’re always stressed and you don’t get a lot of sleep at night and now Second’s missing and I just wanted you to have one single day where you don’t have to be stressed and you–and we… we could eat cake a-and… be a family!”

Victim sobbed into Noogai’s chest. Only now does Noogai register how messy his kitchen is: a cake pan with a burnt cake (Noogai only assumed it was supposed to be a cake) sat on the counter, surrounded by black crumbs of burnt cake; silverware of different kinds were unorganized on the counter; there was dirty water in the sink from God-knows-where; and cleaning supplies was scattered all over the floor. It seemed like Victim knew what he was getting himself into.

“I couldn’t get the oven to work.” Victim wiped at his nose.

“Oh, Vicky… that’s alright. I don’t need anything for my birthday, I’m happy as is.” He knew that Victim knew that was a lie. Noogai let go of Victim, putting the cake pan in the sink, cowering away from the suspicious filthy water. Victim sat on the stool, hunching over himself. Noogai could tell he felt guilty. “Hey, Vicky, how about you help me clean up around here? Dark, Chosen, you two can help too. We can get this done much faster if we work together.”

“But–” Victim perked his head up, ready for an argument.

“No, no buts. We’re all gonna calm down and we’re all gonna clean.” Victim silently hopped down from his stool, quickly grabbing a dustpan and hand broom and starting with the crumbs that fell on the ground. Noogai picked a Lysol bottle from the supplies and handed it to Chosen. “You two can get the counters; you know where the stools are.”

Noogai began to sweep the extra burnt crumbs towards the sink, watching them plop in and viewing his reflection in the water. At least the reflection he could see; the water was really, really, dirty.

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Cleaning didn’t take long. It didn’t take long because Noogai was doing most of the work. Not that he didn’t mind teaching his kids how to clean, but they were really toying with his patience today.

Now, everyone was sitting outside on the porch. Apparently, it had rained earlier, as the grass and wood of the deck was damp, moist. It took every ounce of the patience Noogai had left over from the day to convince Dark not to go running in the puddles and making a mess of himself and his clothes.

Victim leaned against Noogai’s arm, Chosen in his lap, Dark fidgeting with his sleeve. Chosen seemed to be zoning out, eyes locked yet unlocked on a button on Noogai’s jacket.

“Uhm, papa?” Victim piped up, disturbing the silence between the four. “What… What do you want for your birthday? I’ll get it for you next year, I promise I will, I’ll make up for this year! I’m sorry!” Victim looked like he was about to start crying again. Noogai stroked his hand from Victim’s head to his back, gently, soothing the child as he hugged his fathers arm. He took his hand away from Dark, much to the annoyance of the young child, and reached into his pants pocket, pulling out his wallet. He opened it and searched for a second or two for a picture. “Oh.”

The picture was the first picture ever taken of Second, after he was just made. He was crying, fussy, biting at Noogai every time he tried to help the small baby. Orange locks were covering his head, almost completely covering his eye sockets. Small tears spilling out as Noogai tried his best to comfort him. Somehow, Noogai had managed to swaddle the child in a soft blanket, which seemed to calm him down some–make him a little drowsy, even.

“Papa? Mm… I don’t think I can find him. I’m sorry.”

Noogai kissed Victim’s forehead. They would escape this place someday.

Not today, though.

Second’s still missing.

[theplayer-io]

Some stick men for archival purposes