#ALSO!!! BLASEBALL. WHICH I DIDN'T EVEN WANT TO GET INTO

[lunearobservatory]

YOU 🤝 ME in sports hell

sometimes i get so caught up in hockey i forget baseball is another super huge sport in america and the rivalries that come w it… when baseball szn started (i think? idk but like a month ago or so) i was thinking abt how their schedule would just be full of sports. baseball game in the day hockey game in the night no meetings just sports 🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸 basketball somehwere inbetween!!! i love thinking abt how much they care abt their teams and how they act about it its so fun fuck yeah SPORTS 🦅🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

if u hav any specific thoughts about baseball n wttt… i would love to hear ,. ,,..

YEEEEEESSS!!!! YESSS!!!! SPORTS!!! 🦅🦅🦅🇺🇲🇺🇲🇺🇲🇺🇲‼️‼️‼️‼️

Im gonna SPORTS POST omfg. Baseball and baseball thoughts yes ok.

Warning for surprisingly violent baseball content under cut!!

Bro baseball rivalries are INSANE. like SCARY AND INSANE me when. And now i have posted abt it Twice now. The ACTUAL MURDERS that have been linked with team rivalries in california!!!!

And on that note FUCK the dodgers bro. LA can suck my huge redwood sized norcal COCK. fuck OFF. 🖕🖕🖕ong if you want a wild trip, read the giants v. dodgers wiki page. Insane shit!!!!

Like. Players hitting each other with bats.

Which leads me into STATE TALK 🦅🦅🦅🇺🇲🇺🇲🇺🇲‼️‼️‼️

NY keeps a bat on him at all times we know this. Baseball freak. I did MAKE A DUMB POST ACTUALLY WHEN THE YANKEES GOT THEY ASS BEAT LMAO. Also included in that post California losing to himself (padres v. giants)

ANYWAY that's all just stuff I've talked abt before tho!

Yk who else is a baseball freak? Mass. The Yankees-Red Sox rivalry... it made SPORTS NEWS HEADLINES recently that they traded players. It is NEWS that they even THOUGHT to do this. These two are about to give each other several near death experiences!!!

I like to think. They all have. Cute little occasional. Regional baseball games. Heehoo i like statesmen playing Sport i Enjoy. (Canada can come sometimes (the jays r cute i love them))

Ofc the northeast are all bitchy with each other but they're a scary machine. Illinois also EESHH. Washington gets a little scary into it! Mariners fans <3

[orbleglorb]

hey not to start shit this long after blaseball ended. but im still pissed at how tgb treated its fans, especially the creatives.

there's the entire blaseball tcg thing. which isn't strictly tgb, a different game studio made it, but it really highlighted how tgb treated the fan creations as their own. they said "we just gave them summaries like 'nagomi mcdaniel is a japanese woman with a claw arm' so they're not copying from an artist" but like... that version of nagomi mcdaniel was MADE by the fanbase. NOT tgb. someone pitched the idea of nagomi being a japanese woman, and someone pitched the idea of crabs players carcinizing, and someone pitched the idea of nagomi having a claw arm. and all of those people were fans.

and, this is a much smaller gripe, but like, TGB has always relied on word of mouth to get people interested in blaseball. so like. those "stretch goals" at the beginning of fall ball relied on word of mouth. and they were pretty ambitious! considering how little marketing they have (from my perspective, anyway), a lot of that pressure was put on fans. so like. of course we only hit one of those goals. lmao.

and the "final goodbye" concert just really pisses me off. they couldn't even be assed to make anything as a proper farewell! they used FAN-MADE MATERIAL in their OFFICIAL goodbye party. fan-made material. they didn't consult the creators before using it. idk how all garages members felt about it, but i know some were pissed. because tgb is using something they made to give a sendoff instead of putting any fucking amount of effort into a goodbye. like, no final entity appearance? you couldn't have binky say goodbye? YOU COULDN'T HAVE PARKER TWEET GOODBYE? just rting the game band's announcement? that's lazy as fuck and a huge fuck you to the fans that made blaseball what it is, because it IS the fans that made blaseball what it is. fans made the lore. fans made the wiki. fans created plotlines like the shelled one. fans took site bugs and glitches and made them into huge events through the sheer power of storytelling and passion. fans have poured so much time into this game. developing strategies, loring players, loring TEAMS, setting up whole separate websites just to help newcomers and store info (including but not limited to the wiki and houstonspies.cyou), moderating and paying for those websites, analyzing stats, delving into fk, writing fanfiction, drawing fanart, donating money, roleplaying on twitter, REVIVING SALMON MODERATING SOFTWARE TO TRACK ILB WEATHER PATTERNS, writing research papers, writing songs, creating discord bots, AND MORE. fans have been the backbone of the blaseball community. and to not do anything to honor these people besides just using their own creation as a last-minute goodbye party? fucking pathetic.

tgb has just been so fucking terrible towards its fans. i'd go as far as to say that some creatives got taken advantage of. i love blaseball and i am forever grateful for this experience. i also wish tgb didn't fucking throw it away one afternoon. they announced blaseball was ending, shut down the server for the weekend, then re-opened it to have a pitiful goodbye party of fan-made material (that the keepers put on for us) that they used without permission. like how the fuck are we supposed to feel appreciated in any way? again, would it have fucking killed them to have parker tweet on his own? they say it was a long and hard decision but it really just feels like they decided they were done with blaseball and never wanted to touch it again, and it feels like nothing but a huge "FUCK YOU" to all of the fans that cared.

[insanepoll]

okay i wanna talk about more blaseball guys because i am insane about them 💜

-megan ito. there is so much wrong with them (affectionate.) very much connected to parker macmillan's story in that they were rivals and there was definitely something going on between them, if you know what i mean 😉

megan stole the thing keeping parker from blowing up the league while they were on the same team and became unstable themself when he left. a few days later, their team got incinerated, but because they were holding an item that was keeping them from being moved from their location, they broke reality so hard they exploded real good and went directly to superhell. they were replaced by *new* megan ito, who proceeded to do THE EXACT SAME THING in season 23, stealing parker's force field and letting him loose on the league AGAIN. except they didn't get incinerated and therefore did not go to superhell like their predecessor.

-nanci grackle and mohammed picklestein: standard mad scientists. the latter, however, is very much into keeping their practices compliant with osha standards. nanci has now inherited the space mo used to occupy because he's on mo's team and mo is stuck in a black hole, and there's probably a one-sided rivalry going on between those guys because nanci has no regard for safety whatsoever.

-magi ruiz: deserves to be on here for similar reasons. while she's not a "mad scientist" in the traditional sense, she still has Issues™

anyway back in season 14 she pulled An Entire Kid out of the sound system, which impressed her cute were-hellhound gf, so she tried something Even More Impressive after the season was over and got very unlucky because that coincided with the fans' desire to do necromancy, so she pulled out Chorby Fucking Soul (more on them in a bit.) chorby got bitten by sharks a bunch and put their teammates in danger of also getting bitten by sharks. all you really need to know is magi's a character who would be a hit with fans of Women With Issues™

-chorby soul: normal guy until they died. then the devs went "hey wouldn't it be funny if they had a Really Big Soul?"

anyway when chorby came back their dummy thicc soul interacted with a new mechanic that made them get attacked by sharks over 200 times over the course of their career. also they would occasionally hit people with cursed pitches that made them more likely to get abducted by coffee aliens. we tried fixing that, and it only marked them for incineration. they would proceed to get incinerated and resurrected by the fans a couple of times before the devs locked them in a vault, where they remain to this day. poor guy.

and a couple of entities:

-coin (boss): the aforementioned capitalism god from the previous propaganda ask. nightmare corporate overlord who was obsessed with ratings and would do absolutely anything to get them, including letting sharks attack players. got her ass melted 😌

-the anchor: probably(?) a normal guy(???) who hosts the blaseball roundup, an in-character recap series about blaseball. it's very likely he was trapped in there and forced to do the roundups. if you want to watch someone's descent into madness in real time, go to the blaseball youtube channel and watch the roundups in order. hell, even just looking at the anchor's increasingly disheveled appearance in the thumbnails will do the trick!

wow so there are a lot of characters and i see why they were submitted as a group 😅 this was very entertaining to read thank you

[cryinginblaseball]

2022 recap

2022 is almost over, and I wanted to highlight the blaseball stuff I did this year!

First, my fics:

Hold Tightly, Hold Tightly

Everyone has that one Blaseball player that's their Blorbo. Jasper Coven is mine. I set a lot of his lore, and also contributed a lot to the Talkers' short circuit 2, Valhalifax. I really miss that team, and I really love Jasper. This is how he got the Valhalifax, and how he came to get Kiki Familia as his mentor.

Not The One That's Punishing You

Hobbs Cain talking to Greer Lott after she didn't make the Hall of Fame. I think these two could have been really good friends.

EUGENIA GARBAGE FINDS SOME CAT EARS IN A DUMPSTER AND DECIDES TO MAKE IT EVERYONE'S PROBLEM

This is not the best fic I've written, but it is my favorite. Eugenia running around and getting everyone to be a kitty cat is so much fun. This is also part of my York Silk is a furry agenda.

Drawing Moistly

My zine from the Blaseball Zine Jam, Drawing Moistly is a lot of sketches and doodles and art that didn't necessarily made it out of Orb Corner into the fanworks channel. Lots of Talkers blorbos in this one.

Bigger things:

I had the best lucky falling in with @polkadotpatterson and @mossy-kit and getting to build an amazing world together (and tricking them into being my friends). The Salt is lost short circuit that takes place in a Halifax where all the water has disappeared, leaving a vast salt flat behind, and a coven works in secret to try to bring the water back.

We're really proud of this thing we've made, and we'd love for you to read it. You can find The Salt on AO3 and downloadable on itch.io.

That other thing:

(Thanks to Spuntamatite for helping with the cover)

I finished a book this year, and it's a book that wouldn't have happened without Blaseball. I wanted to give my Blaseball OC, Oliver Trashcat, a story of his own, and what I got out of it is basically a love letter to Blaseball. There's nods to the fan culture, entire goddamn Garages lyrics, Talker arch types, and even a couple of cameos. I'm hosting it on Itch, and also posting it here one chapter at a time. It's pay what you want on Itch, which mean if you want to just download it for free, please do! I love these people and I want to share them with you all.

Thank you all for continuing to be an amazing fandom. I am all love you and I can't wait to see what we do in the new era.

[lenasai]

uhh top 5 fave blaseball players :]

i'm gonna do this and then i'm gonna check my ao3 page to see if what i end up saying lines up with how many times i've written about them

i don't think i could actually rank them past my top spot so in no particular order:

-my ultimate blorbos, max and ivy. they are my kids who i rotate in my brain all the time like rotisserie chicken. i cannot separate them, they are like pair bonded kittens. i am holding them up to the screen. i will never stop thinking about how their stories played out in the long run. there's just something about being marked for death but managing to avoid it. instead, they lived long enough to kill the god who tried to kill them, and i am so proud of them forever. also they did funny things with the sim >:)

-jaylen hotdogfingers. the first blaseball player who took up so much space in my brain. i love her so much. i remember staying up until like 2am because we had a feedback game against the mechs and jaylen was pitching for the mechs. it was a really emotional moment when she came back to seattle. i took so much emotional damage when she got alternated, but i love jaybot too. i miss both of them so much ;A;

-chorby soul, for many of the same reasons i love jaylen but also because there's a different kind of tragedy in their story. jaylen was resurrected because she was loved. chorby was resurrected because they were identified as someone who could break the game. and then they got bitten over 200 times by sharks and got trapped in a cycle of death and resurrection until getting forcibly pulled from the league. they deserved so much more and i would give them so many hugs if i could.

-parker macmillan, the poor little meow meow of all time. part of it is his tragic backstory and part of it is me patting tgb on the back for creating The Blorbo Of All Time™. he killed so many people and it literally wasn't even his fault. he's divorced and upset about it. he got hyped up as this guy who was going to bring about the end of the world in season 24......and then he didn't. he only killed one team and it was so funny. also he kept switching between the pies and the garages. that was also funny. i'm glad he gets to be just a regular guy who kind of sucks on the crabs. good for him!

-there are so many players who could take this fifth spot because there are so many players i just really like who also happen to not be plot characters, but i'm gonna give this spot to alaynabella hollywood because i just think she's neat. i like werewolves and werewolf-adjacent characters. also she started out as a pitcher who absolutely sucked ass, which was the reason i got attached to her in the first place. she pitched s15d37 (the cursed game where max and nan almost exploded) and won, but at what cost (one of her friends almost exploded and another one got bitten by sharks and observed.) we moved her to batting, where she was pretty decent. i think this might have been what ultimately inspired us to move mike townsend to batting, where he hit Two Grand Slams before getting redacted for being too good at grand slams. and the funniest part of layna's entire career was ending the expansion era as a pretty good pitcher! you love to see it, but also i miss the season 14 pitching dumpster fire 💜

oops almost all of those players were on the garages at some point (with the exception of ivy.) my biases are kind of obvious lmao

okay let's see those ao3 numbers....

...which mostly track! of the characters i named, alaynabella hollywood is the only one who doesn't show up enough times to be listed in the sidebar. in case you want the actual numbers, max shows up in five works, ivy shows up in four, chorby and parker both show up in three, and jaylen shows up in only two, but that number goes up to three if you include jaybot (who now has her own tag on ao3!)

[cmlbcommish]

CMLB: Haruta Telephone, Saskatchewan Skates, 2

Haruta Telephone is a fairly anxious person.

Sure, joining the CMLB seems like something that would cause her more anxiety, but just as her older twin siblings loved Blaseball, that same adoration for the core values of the game also stuck to Haruta and her twin Fuyuto.

Despite everything.

She wakes up at 6:00 am to the sound of her phone alarm blaring. Today's ringtone is a guitar wailing out a complicated riff, almost startling her awake.

She gets up, does a few stretches, and starts getting dressed. She pulls on her uniform for the first time, despite knowing it's only a practice today.

Okay, maybe she can't help being a little bit excited despite the nervous fluttering in her stomach. 

She has a new teammate. Finally, the team has rounded out the last of the pitching roster, meaning they finally have enough players to start practicing and playing real games.

Nagomi didn't mention her new teammate's name, but the look she gave Haruta was mischievous and just a tad menacing, which is a little nerve wracking. 

(She ended up calling Eli later in a panic, wanting reassurance that Nagomi hadn't put a serial killer or a person who hates phones to be their last teammate. Eli had to stop himself from laughing throughout the whole call)

Meeting new people is hard, she never quite got the grasp of in person charisma like her siblings. She hopes that everything will go well and she wont stutter over her words in her introduction.

Once Haruta is ready to leave, she waits for over an hour for her ride to come get her, during which time she checks all her messages and social media. When the driver finally arrives, she's in a great mental state.

Of course, by the time she gets to the stadium she's nervous again. 

When she walks in the front door, she looks off to the side to see a tall figure standing there, staring down at their phone. He is holding a cane in his other hand from the phone, his brown hair looking tousled to its normal messy degree and the blaseball style stitches on his face denoting to any who are in the know who he is. 

It's Parker, known formally as Parker MacMillan.1, the other commissioner for the league.

Parker looks up to the sound of the door opening and gives Haruta a wave, she squeaks out a small "H-hello, Parker!"

"Hello, Haruta. How are you today?" He responds, 

"I'm alright!" She says perhaps a little too eagerly, or well, nervously, but Parker just smiles kindly at her. He tilts his head in the direction of the locker rooms “Walk with me?” and Haruta nods.

"You weren't… waiting for someone, were you?" Haruta asks timidly, avoiding Parker's gaze. He gives a little chuckle.

"Not anyone in particular, you just happened to be today's lucky winner." 

They keep walking in silence, Haruta is still quite terrified of Parker due to his role as co-commissioner, even though he has been nothing but kind to anyone she's ever heard mention him. Old habits die hard, as they say.

"Are you okay?" She blurts out eventually. "Y-you're uh, favouring your left leg?" 

"Ah." He scoffs, "Twinged my ankle the other day. These bones of mine really like to cause a fit, and Nagomi always pesters me until I get proper aid." He rolls his eyes. 

Finally, they make it to the locker room, Haruta jogging lightly ahead to hold the door open for Parker, who rubs the back of his neck sheepishly and thanks her. 

Now, Haruta has met her teammates before, so she greets them almost as an automatic response. She steels her courage to greet the new player, but Parker calls for attention before she can.

"Morning everyone." He starts. "As most of you know, I am Parker and I'm the co-commissioner for the league. I'm here today because Nagomi's over in Zeromere, though I honestly don't know why she wanted me to watch everyone practice anyway." He shrugs.

"So, basically you're all free to do your practicing, your captain is Eli Quitter, over there by the cooler, and your co-captain is King Dracaena, to my left here, and the both of them are going to be directing the practice. Sounds good?" There's a murmur from the room and a lot of nodding heads.

"Fantastic. I'll be in the office if you need me." He says, and he exits the room.

"Uh." Says Eli, scratching his head "Alright, I guess we'll start? Pitchers, you're with me, batters, you're with King."

Haruta has been practicing her pitches at home in her backyard since she first got accepted to be on the team. She knew despite making the team, she wasn't the strongest pitcher and she knows that her skill lies in batting, just like her siblings, but she can't bring herself to bat.

She is very nervous when Eli asks her to demonstrate some pitches, in front of all the other pitchers.

Her first three go wide, and her hands end up shaking so bad that Eli places a hand on her shoulder and reminds her to breathe. She takes a minute, and winds up again.

BAM! Right in the dead middle of the strike zone.

Eli whistles, while the rest of the pitchers give a polite clap. 

Haruta gets a few more throws before Eli rotates off to the next person.

"Haruta Telephone." A voice comes. She whips around to see who spoke. It's the new player, looking super serious with his blue flame tattoo and crossed arms

"Oh! Uh, that's me?" Haruta says, in the most unconvincing manner ever. The new player just nods, and sticks out his hand.

"Riley Hotdogfingers." 

Haruta shakes his hand. She can't stop herself from being curious about Riley, especially with his last name being Hotdogfingers. But she doesn't ask. 

"Jaylen is my older sister." Riley offers, immediately.

"... I wasn't going to ask." Haruta says  sheepishly.

"I know you weren't. But I wanted you to know." He looks at her intently. "You look far to similar to the Telephone twins to not be related to them, I wanted to offer common ground."

He's got her there. "Well um. Yeah? Yeah they're my older siblings." The way he talks throws her a little, so factual, so bold.

"Hotdogfingers! You're up!" Calls Eli. Riley inclines his head to Haruta politely before going to take his place on the mound.

He is a decent bit more accurate than Haruta, and he pitches so fast. He throws that blaseball for all that he's worth.

Riley was the last pitcher in the rotation, after they finish those warmups, they practice playing on the field as a full team, then they go back to the locker room.

Everyone is buzzing with energy as they get ready to leave. 

Haruta's driver takes her home, and she spends the rest of the evening knitting.

Just before bed, she picks up her phone and dials two familiar numbers.

Both of them ring. And ring. 

Her older siblings do not pick up.

[notquiteaghost]

@bytebun reblogged your post

#Oh fuckkk #maybe I should get into #blaseball #fanart #Uh. At least I think it’s blaseball

[vibrating a normal amount] hi yes hello this IS blaseball but it is short circuits which is a kind of blaseball we may not ever get again

cuz like. blaseball has seasons, right? in the sports sense. a year of gameplay. except in blaseball seasons only last a week, with monday thru friday being the actual season & saturday being the post-season championship & then sunday is elections. because blaseball does not rest, games start at the top of the hour every hour from monday morning to friday evening

and then also blaseball was developed like. oh there's a word for this i can't think of it. continuously, yknow? features added as time passed. this was also relevant to The Plot but basically, from season one through to season twenty four, stuff just got Added, almost nothing was changed. once we got it we had it unless we the fans took it away again.

so after season twenty four, blaseball is starting again fresh (we are coming out of beta!!), so the devs wanted to experiment with different features before Actually starting again, so: short circuits! little pocket universes that only last two seasons, with various different mechanics. in a meta sense, to get community feedback on said mechanics. in a plot sense, Oh Christ These Blaseball Players Only Live For Two Seasons, because we all got real damn attached to the players from the original universe(s) & the devs didn't want to kill anyone off in '''plot irrelevant''' mechanics testing, so for each circuit we got all-new players.

i did not actually watch any short circuits cuz i didnt have room in my brain for short lived mechanics but. blaseball IS back soon!!!! september at the earliest we do not have A Date yet but. Soon. you will know i will yell

[esoterictriangle]

wake up

time

lies

stretch

slow

wake up

The world comes back. That's the best way to put it, I guess. It was as if I woke from a deep sleep, but I got no rest; I wasn't sure if I had been for an instant or a century, but I chose to believe it was an instant because I was afraid the opposite was true. I'm standing, which is weird, in a maintenance corridor, which is not. The walls are full of pipes (normal) that are cold and silent (weird). The end of the tunnel is near, and I know the open space outside it. Groggily I walk out to turn the corner to see the stadium. The lights are off, emergency LEDs dimly showing the outline of the buildings around me. Above me is the open I know and love and below me is the stone so well trod. It feels like the sun's about to warm the horizon, peeking up and coloring the blues of this twilight with the warm pinks of dawn, but I know the sun doesn't shine here and intuit the sunlamps are offline. I want to smell coffee and hear a train rumble in its tracks, I want to hear the whisper of a thousand outfits and feel the sleepy anticipation of a thousand souls but there's only me and the trains are frozen on their tracks (there's one right there, not even in the station)

I found myself gravitating towards the stadium, and suddenly I felt the rough stiffness of coveralls, where I thought the softness of pajamas was a moment ago: I was dressed for a work I didn't think I knew but felt as if I could. The fabric was a familiar sensation, comforting in its discomfort, reminding me to take them down the street to my neighbor and trade some knitting skill for some sewing and line them with something nicer but also reminding me that yes, I do know this work and here I was, at back entrance 6 and here was the doorpad and here was my hand and now the long hallway and now the office-cum-locker room where we posted our wishlist and divvied it out, claiming the nice jobs and working together on the nasty to make their pain bearable. I remember this and I remember being afraid when I thought to put some work hours here as well as in… somewhere else (why can I remember blaseball but not the other?); I remember fearing the press and desire of the crowds and its power, worried working here meant I'd feel the pull of Spectating more strongly and get sucked into the Being and Participating and Cheering and—but it actually made it easier, weakened its power. I could be supporting The Splort a way better for me, for my body. (I remember this, but I'm also more afraid now of a new thought: why is maintaining blaseball so important to me, to the core? The thought lingers, but in a guilty way, as if the air is afraid of me asking)

I flicked familiar switches, and got familiar light in response; the core was quiet but there was still power here. Nothing was dusty but everything had an air of disuse. I got to the main bank and flip the switches for maintenance mode lights. I hear the clunk and thrum and those huge lamps (yet so small and weak compared to the full stadium lights) kicked on, bathing the stadium in warm, dim light and causing stark shadows to leap into the corridor I stood in. I walked out onto the field and stepped to grass that was somehow still green to an infield that desperately needed raking. The bases were here, but the players were not. No sound of practice, no sound of rest; only the sound of anticipation. I walked to the home dugout and saw it littered with detritus, as if the team was here, just a minute ago. That thought scared me, so I hurriedly walked back out. I think I had made sure to schedule my hours here when the team was playing away. While the infield needed raking, the outfield was pristine (oh. I just remembered: it's synthetic. Better to put the effort of caring for green towards the green that will feed us and soothe our souls). I walked along the foul line and touched the padded back wall of the field. A player might have just kicked off this; that indentation there from the desperate reach to try and stop a triple. I could feel the wishes of countless fans, the push and pull of a myriad of souls cheering, it was almost like the stadium was full, the lights on, the game in its final innings, the excitement fever pitch hit run—

I felt a sound and looked up into the silent expanse above me and saw something coming. It was definitely falling, but at first it looked as if it didn't know where gravity pulled; it was falling out, not down—and then, neat as a button, it was falling down, as if it suddenly remembered which way down was supposed to be, except I was sure it wasn't it remembering but rather me. It landed in the outfield, not 20 meters from me. It was a blaseball player. I felt awe, but also sadness and maybe fear. I had never been nearer to one of our players than the distance between the stands and the field, and I tried to not go to many games despite feeling it was Necessary to. Something about that willingness to put all on the line, to play and be played, it scared me.

The player looked at me, mothlike, glowing like the neon (altho most of it was still struggling to light), dark as the emptiness above and seeming to have come home after a long journey abroad.

"…hi"

My voice broke the quiet, which was a shame, but it seemed important to greet this player, seemed important to have a player, seemed… vital to have one.

"welcome… to the core? I'm not sure what's left, but what we have is yours as much as mine"

They seemed to understand I was speaking, but the words didn't have meaning. A different language? I chose English as a broad choice, but I could try the broken bits of what else I kn—oh, they're signing I think? They're deaf. OK. I try again, in DownSL; I don't think it's really what they know, but it's all I know and hopefully we can figure something out,

, I repeat. Their eyes don't widen (I don't think they can) but I sense—smell?—surprise, recognition, something else. The response is rapid and in DSL—they do know it, ok—I think the last thing is sadness but that doesn't seem to capture the totality.

I wish I knew the answers, but I don't. I'm pretty sure they're the only player here though; the core is too cold for more. It takes me a moment to try to answer; I wonder if that third thing is anger more than sad and I swallow my intimidation. I'm suddenly reminded of an ancient player, one who held the team for too short a time, but I don't know why they of all players roll in my mind. Scoresburg. I realize I was trying to answer a question. It's too late, the bug (affectionate {wait, do I like blaseball players? I thought I was afraid of them.}) has stalked towards the dugout. I don't know if I should follow or not. I don't know what I'm supposed to do at all, really. The machines aren't just off, they're cool. The thrum of the core replaced with the song of the void (hello beautiful), all openness and that quiet you can hear.

The full stadium lights kick on. The player is walking back, an orange jumpsuit on matching mine and a toolbox in hand. They stop near home plate, wave me over. I think it's time to get back to work

[artistformerlyknown]

Happy WIP Weekend! It's been a while, and I hope you've been good! For this WIP Weekend, I'm curious how your planning process works. Do you write notes or any kind of outline for what you want to happen in your WIP? If so, can you share a little bit of those notes, and if you've gotten this far, compare it to what's in the fic? If not, would you mind writing me a few sentences and sharing those this weekend? Thanks babe! 💙

hello hello!! this was indeed for the weekend but tumblr didn't give me any notifications and then i kept meaning to answer this and forgot :( honestly? planning really depends from fic to fic - i've been mostly writing oneshots recently but all of my longer fics do indeed have plans but they vary! some have really basic ones (like my blaseball fic) which is formulated like this:

which is just a basic summary of everything i would've needed to know to post the scene! i have no actual planning beyond just... that, which is more of a tracker than anything so i could keep track of where i'd got to. some of my other long fics have incredibly detailed plans (like my mcu rewrite), which look like this:

and this is very much zoomed out so i can get it in one screenshot and not even the longest planning section for a chapter! i get really into planning fics when i'm super invested into them but i did also do that mostly midway through 2020 and before, so i've changed my approach since then!

both of these have indeed been written and while the mcu rewrite pretty much mirrors the planning, the blaseball fic didn't have much to go off of, but i'll share little sections from both! from the mcu rewrite:

As far as Wanda knew, that final fleeting thought from her brother was all she had left. She had felt him die, all because he wanted to save somebody else. She wasn’t to know he was still alive- that Erik wanted Pietro for his own nefarious reasons. He’d messed with his mind, turned Pietro into something he eventually planned to use as a weapon. The connection he once held with Wanda was severed and replaced with one linked to Erik’s own consciousness. 

Wanda could barely open her eyes. Her arms and legs were bound, the metal railing he’d used to keep her in place digging into her sides. One long bar wrapped around her neck, tight enough so she couldn’t wriggle and try to get out but not tight enough she couldn’t breathe completely. Wanda wasn’t moving- she couldn’t use her powers to break free because she wasn’t strong enough and her head felt like it was full of cotton. A dull ache was hiding behind the sharp pains of hitting her head on the floor, her powers barely cushioning her as she fell. Her shirt was uncomfortably wet from the spitting of rain and the blood from her wounds on her side and she was so, so tired. She choked a little on the blood pooling in her mouth, doing her best to spit it out. 

and from the blaseball fic!

“you look like shit.” 

jemma looked up from the book she was reading, eyes red and cheeks wet. she didn’t say anything, just nodding in agreement and putting the book on her pillow. 

“can i sit down?” jem nodded and id carefully took a seat, the bed frame creaking. she leaned her head back, looking at the poster her sister had on her wall. 

“missed you with the welcome wagon downstairs. are you mad at me?” “you could’ve died.” way to put your foot in it, id. “it wasn’t that bad. anyways, i’m fine now.” 

thank you for the lovely ask, kit!!!

[taketheringtolohac]

so beloved, the time has come for ur tillhew thoughts <3

literally youre so evil for sending this. heres your long awaited thoughts.

Yeah ok this one got long so it’s under the cut and also, regrettably, posted on ao3. I hope you enjoy lmao

Tillman and Hewitt didn't really know each other in their time playing blaseball. They didn't really interact unless they had to during games, but even then they only played games against each other for four seasons in total during Tillman's career on the Thieves. The Mints had never played the Crabs before ascension and of course he owed Hewitt $50 and was known for just all around being the fucking worst- and why would Tillman know someone who's basically a nobody on a team that "sucks ass on a good day?"

So they didn't talk. When Tillman went to the hall, Hewitt didn't really think too hard on it. I mean yeah, sure the guy sucked, but he couldn't help but feel bad about him getting dragged back. It had to be pretty awful to get brought back to life knowing your days are numbered but never knowing when (or if, he had to remember that this was the first time that someone had been returned. that had to feel like shit, to be the first when someone else has been permitted to stay for nearly 20 years now) they were going to end, to be given that second chance yet to know that you're on even thinner ice than you had been in your first life. Though, he didn't feel too bad. He was still some rich kid who thought he was entitled to whatever he fucking wanted and let his rich mom pay for shit and he never felt the consequences of any of his own actions. Yeah, he didn’t feel that bad.

Hewitt Best all but forgets about Tillman Henderson and the $50 he owed him from all those years ago. He's nothing more than a name said in hushed tones when the tragedies of blaseball are brought up, or something for people to get a good laugh out of. He wasn't well liked, and Hewitt didn't care about him.

Hew spends the next four seasons (and all the siestas in between) learning how to be a better captain. He becomes a fan favorite, something he had no idea how to even begin to sort out his feelings about, and he’s better than he’s ever been at Blaseball. He gets attacked by consumers which is never pretty, he gets put on the idol board for the first time, too, and he hates it. He hates the game, he loves his team.

He dies on the 70th day of Season 18.

Being in the hall isn’t what he expected. It’s not quiet, no, but it isn’t loud either. There’s something about it that just feels so overwhelming about it that he’s almost paralyzed with the weight of it. Of all the people who had died before him, sitting in front of him now and taking in the sight of him. People who have been here for decades. Who have slowly seen more and more people come into the hall and never get out. He keeps his distance for those first few days, still hoping the mints can pull it through this year but not having much hope, and he only talks to Whit and Eddie, old friends who knows how he feels. Who want to know about their families and who they left behind. Who know how to comfort him exactly.

Hew gets acclimated to the hall and makes quite a few friends. People he knew, briefly, in life, people he’d never met at all before, too. It helped to get to know who you were spending the rest of eternity with.

Hooking up was an accident, something that was never supposed to happen and only came out of the two of them arguing (about “something stupid” Tillman will say. “about whether or not communism is just a fucking meme” Hewitt will counter) and getting a bit too carried away. It was never meant to be anything more than that, a one time thing. But Hewitt didn’t expect Tillman to latch onto him like a duckling, not even interested in actually dating him or anything just having his own special brand of existential crisis on being the “type” of gay person who sleeps with men casually. He didn’t think he “did” that. Hewitt is too nice to not talk to him after everything, not that he could shake Tillman annoying the hell out of him at every waking moment of he tried, and they formed a begrudging friendship.

They’re not close, at first. It’s still mostly just Tillman bugging him and asking him random stupid questions, usually about whatever stupid thing he’s doing at the moment but sprinkled in with even more questions about what it “means” to be gay.

“Haven’t you already had this conversation with someone? Didn’t you date a couple of guys last time you were alive?” Hewitt asks him with genuine curiosity, though he has to fight the boredom and impatience creeping into his voice. Tillman tells him that he did, but he blew it again because he couldn’t fix himself in time. Or maybe he just ran out of time too fast. Or maybe he just didn’t realize he needed to change soon enough. He almost cries that day, and Hewitt feels bad. Strangely enough, it’s not pity, like he felt the day he was returned, but the real genuine human emotion of sadness and sympathy for Tillman fucking Henderson. He realizes that he just hadn’t had the change to experience the real world, and he hadn’t had anyone tell him he was wrong before in any way that mattered. That he was one of the first people (save for the few friends he seemed to talk to in the hall now) who had actually talked to him like a person and not “that one asshole” or whoever they imagined him to be.

So they become friends. Then they become better friends when Pudge leaves the hall. Then they become close friends when the monitor starts to get uneasy with the increased pressure from management, making the hall an even more miserable place to live in than it already was.

They’re just friends. Good ones, though they’ll never admit it and still insist that they hate the other. Hewitt still thinks he’s a rich asshole with mommy issues and unresolved trauma, and Tillman still thinks Hew needs to loosen up a bit and learn to relax for once in his life.

The hall still celebrates season winners, they have to celebrate the few good things in life death that they still have. On the day the Breath Mints win their first championship, there’s a tremendous celebration in the hall– the only Breath Mints still there are Whit, Eddie, and Hewitt after all. It’s the best party the Hall has had in ages, and Hew hasn’t felt this good since before getting attacked by consumers. He pulls aside from the party to take a breather alone, and Tillman is there, too, avoiding everyone. He asks him why he’s alone, expecting him to complain about the noise or say some stupid thing about how he’s too “cool” for parties, but he’s quiet. He looks away, and tells him it’s because he didn’t feel welcomed there. And that he didn’t want to ruin his big day by being there. Hewitt is a bit stunned by the admission, but he pushes through and tells him that he couldn’t singlehandedly ruin his night– nothing could ruin that night. Tillman brings up the fact that he’s an ass, and he doesn’t even like him anyways. He’s a cringe loser. Hewitt tells him he’s his close friend, and he knows that, and Tillman tries to push back and keeps telling him that well so what if he doesn’t care the other people do.

And that’s when Hewitt kisses him.

It’s nothing special, it’s not even their first kiss– that happened years ago and was something they both made an effort not to think or talk about- but it feels like it is. Tillman just stands there, and just as he’s about to get his bearings and start kissing back Hew pulls away and apologizes. Says that was uncalled for and he doesn’t even know where that came from. They go back and forth about it for awhile, but they find out that somehow- against all odds- they fell for each other and fell hard. That it was fun, being together, and they could have even more fun BEING together. That they don’t really know what to do with the feelings, but that it might be worth figuring out between the two of them. It’s an understanding that they’re going to get through it together.

They start dating, and when the mentions of the Rising Stars and the Semi-Centennial start happening there is a worry there. Talks of events and new teams is never good in Blaseball, they’ve both come to learn. The Shelled Ones Pods, for one. Hewitt has a particular rough go of it, knowing that he’s nothing more than a puppet of a capitalist figurehead who wants to use him and his labor– his life, even- for a spectacle. Tillman tells him that he’ll be right there the whole time, and Hewitt knows he’s right, but there’s something there. Something in the back of his head screaming at him what’s missing?

It isn’t until the day of the Semi-Centennial when he finally figures it out. He curses himself for not seeing this coming– the vault, the weather, the insidious tone, the fucking consequences of the Ego and the actions that the fans never seem to consider. He should’ve known they were going to get vaulted. That it wouldn’t be so EASY as a possible free ticket out of there.

When Tillman gets st– collected by the Vault Legends, it takes everything in him not to scream. Fuck. He wasn’t in love with him, he didn’t even like the guy, they were just dating and it was uncomplicated and he cared about him and he liked him and FUCK. They GOT him. They were supposed to get out of this hellhole together.

It wasn’t supposed to mean anything.

They were just supposed to have fun.

He doesn’t want to lose him just yet. Not like this.

They were going to figure this out together.

He reaches out his hand.

And he falls hard.

[polkadotpatterson]

*Slams hands on table* Jenkins Good (my beloved) for ask meme please thanks im not biased at all. I love all the other ones you've done so far love learning what other people think of blaseball players :D

aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh thank you so much! I hope you don't mind some of these Jenkins Opinions lol

favorite thing about them: They came to the Talkers from an alternate universe in S4 and just. never left. It was ages before they even got a brief dunk in the Shadows. They weren't the original Jenkins but they've become such an integral part of the team and I can't imagine it without them! also I admire their skill at gaming

least favorite thing about them: I still miss Original Jenkins and I wish we’d had more time with them, though I'm also quite attached to Alt Jenkins now

favorite line: well, one time they got rid of their cannon in exchange for some very cool greedy lucky socks, and everyone was very happy about this

...ok for an actual serious answer, they got to pitch three games against Dot, all of which were close and one of which they won, and I'm very proud

brOTP: Greer! Are they also dating? Maybe. But they're definitely close in one way or another. I also think that Jenkins and Jesús are Alt Solidarity despite coming from different universes, because for a long time they were the only two people on the team who really understood what the other was going through. and Jenkins is the unofficial slightly older fourth member of the teen squad due to also being a dork who plays video games and does food crimes

OTP: also Greer. relationship goals: someone who will eat the uncooked KD noodles so you can just eat the cheese packets

nOTP: ok I have some very specific thoughts about Jenkins and Dot, namely that Jenkins has a bit of a crush on them but nothing's ever going to happen there due to Dot being aroace. side note but I also think Greer has some kind of a weird crush on Dot and that's part of why she acts Like That towards them. She has big “I had a crush on a girl and didn't know how to deal with it so I just sent her a note that said GET OUT OF MY SCHOOL” energy. but then Greer and Jenkins end up together and they both get over it and it's all cool

random headcanon: I have a very messy tangle of thoughts about Jenkins and how they have to live up to two different Talkers star pitchers, one of whom is their alternate self... I think for the most part they're pretty chill and laid-back and just have fun pitching, but part of them really feels the need to prove themself because they can't just be Good, they need to be better

unpopular opinion: people don't do enough with Friend Of Crows Jenkins. I think they deserve to go absolutely feral and unleash an army of birds upon anyone they want to

song i associate with them: idk

favorite picture of them: I love all of your Jenkinses, especially the one of them with the birds

[getallemeralds]

doip.: session 2 / 7.25.21

does antartica have a taco bell?

LAST TIME ON DRAGON OF ICESPIRE PEAK: we went to gnomengarde! and got shot a lot. jorb: [dramatic voice while dbz recap music plays] can you tell i didn't practice this one! do a cool dance. think about your friend named pog

okay so! the shapechangers ate 2 people in 2 diff locations. it'd also previously attacked king korboz in the form of a rug, so it can be. a rug. dabbledob and fibblestib are great names. time to kidnap them

i'm out of touch. i'm outta tiiiiiiiiiiiiiime

the shapechanger's attacked 3 times, but only managed to eat 2 people. hmm. also these only started happening within the last 10 days. also a week is 10 days. leo: like blaseball! jorb: [laughs] like blaseball. leo: a blaseball week is 9 days! jorb: in the last blaseball,

oops i'm getting pinged time for liquid friend and max to be depressed about jaybot getting trapped in the vault! (i'm not actually blaseball rping during d&d, friend's mun just wanted to know if she could start a thread hlfdgxhdfg)

Return of Dabbledob dabbledob has summoned the Stick Squadron (she came back with 4 gnomes with sticks - jabby, delibean, unbern, and zook . oh my god.) i love the stick squadron already. HOIP

LITTLE GUY ROLLED A NAT20 ON INVESTIGATING NIIIIIIICE no sign of anything so far! also wow michael is good at being a protagonist michael: real quick.. do any of the barrels look like they're on an animation cel?

awww i love the stick squad

meanwhile on twitter: bread angst (it makes sense in context)

WHOOPS toby found a mouth barrel hm. the mimic is sticky. that's a problem. little guy is stuck to it. jorb: what, you think its true form is a barrel?! michael: i thought it was confined to the laws of barrels!

FUCK ME. I ROLLED A NAT1. i shot the barrel next to the mimic and now there's wine EVERYWHERE this is a TRAGEDY

jorb: [adding the wine puddle to the map] michael: what colour is it? leo: choose your answer wisely.

time to spill Even More Wine. this continues to be a tragedy. i've decided to not set the room on fire

i've changed my mind i'm going to set the room on fire NAT 20 TO SET THE ROOM ON FIRE LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

alidaar is stuck to the mimic! That's The Mimic's Problem. leo, instantly: i'm gonna use my breath weapon. ALIDAAR GETS THE KILL YES god. dual wielder is so good. we did it!

little guy and tobias: [having a heartfelt moment] alidaar: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

little guy: i'm sorry i didn't tell you tobias: ..that you can mend barrels? little guy: i didn't tell you i'm not what you thought i was!! tobias: i couldn't talk to you until yesterday!

leo: i roll to have braincells. --i have 16 of them!

alidaar: hey tobias, do you know what a druid is.

i could pick up and throw charlie michael: you could bowl a charlie. nyx: you can bowl a nameless!

i wanna be a vtuber

okay so. we now know little guy is a druid! tobias did a minor illusion of a really fat binturong and then hugged it. which made him clip inside it.

michael: god damn adventurers and their refusal to respect hitboxes

michael: i put on a skimpy outfit and just start z-fighting with my skin

nyx: how much glue do you need to glue an entire person to a chair?! leo: less than you'd think. nyx: what kind of glue is it?! jorb: uhhh the good kind

the kings are gay

we're putting little guy in a barrel crab barrel crab go brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

tadaa! :partytaco:

[orbleglorb]

Intrigued about a beginner's guide to being normal

this one has slowly become more and more of me projecting onto a character, yuniesky castellanos torres (aka conditional yuniesky). it deals with pretty heavy topics because i am really projecting so hard. honestly, if i write this, i may have to write a personal version & then a sanitized version the blb fandom will not find upsetting. ngl i am worried ppl are gonna think less of me for my yunie lore? i don't share the darker stuff, but ppl have liked the things i have shared! but also i have changed a lot of that lore! so idk lol

i'll use this summary as a litmus test, i suppose. warning for mentions of teen mental health treatment & gooning (if you don't recognize the term, you're probably fine) (unless that was a term only used at my rtc)

the story follows yunie from him joining blaseball up until all players were released. i have not written down that much, it mostly lives in my head. yuniesky runs away from a wilderness camp* in the moab desert and signs up as an employee in the city of moab. by the time staff find him, he legally belongs to blaseball and they can't do shit. he travels around to a few teams as a tech guy and meets conditional, the computer program, who has become incredibly unruly and uses its sentience to be a nuisance. and Yuniesky gets along with conditional. and since conditional is, like, a super important program that holds important information, yunie kinda just gets the job of being condi's caretaker. they become besties! yunie gets reborn as the shieve's s9 postseason birth and lives in their shadows (and works as their tech guy) for a long time. to avoid talking about where he came from & his past, yuniesky lies. and it's fine for the most part. nobody really talks to him. except for his grandma, who tracked him down like a fucking secret agent or some shit (haha. HAHAHAHA.) and is now doting on him, making sure he's ok, etc. his parents and siblings are too, but he's still pissed at them so he ignores them <3 being gooned** really broke his trust and now he struggles to be open in any capacity. so when his fellow teammates and shadow players ask about himself, he lies. and they keep building up. he gets worried that they'll find out, but luckily he is taken to seattle. crisis averted![citation needed]

yuniesky lands on the spies. he moves in with his grandma, which is really good for his mental health! but now she knows about his lying habit and wants him to stop. but there's two fucking shoe thieves on the spies so there's no way he's doing that shit. the problem? he can't remember what he lied about. he was 16 when he joined. he doesn't fucking remember! and even worse, they want to be friends. not just the former shieves, all of them. so yunie just. keeps lying. up until he gets closer with ivy, which was a TOTAL accident. ivy just needed to get out of a flash flood. then they needed homework help. then they decided he was their bestie/older brother. and ivy figures out that he's lying. and oh. oh it goes so badly. so bad. they have an argument at HQ (read: ivy yells at yunie about "betrayal" and "lying to your friends is bad" and yunie's like "you're not my friends lol. you're my coworkers. and we're spies"). yunie doesn't get why people are pissed. yunie thinks he is a good spy and the closest to normal he will ever be.

i didn't mean to type that much but whatever.

trigger warnings for the notes (basically an explanation of anything w an asterisk): residental treatment/troubled teen programs, ableism, mental & physical harm towards children with mental illness, kidnapping

*for those unaware: wilderness therapy camps are nomadic camps where kids are forced to walk a lot and it's supposed to be theraputic somehow. i'm not joking. you get landmarks you gotta be at, and if you're not there, you're punished. several kids have died in these programs because of neglect, because these camps run year-round in places like moab where it's hot as balls during the summer and colder than a witch's tit in winter. most of the camps are based in utah, supposedly because mormons have less strict rules on what counts as child abuse, but idk how true that is.

**i have no fucking clue what the actual term for gooning is. i can't find these companies anywhere. but in the rtc we called them goons. basically, a group of people are paid by a kid's parents (or sometimes the government) to come into their room in the middle of the night (usually 3 am), take the kid out of their bed, and force them into a vehicle and transport them to a treatment center. some kids don't learn that their parents paid for it until after they've arrived at the treatment center. gooning can leave victims with injuries and immense trauma.

[orbleglorb]

for the making shit up ask:

any of the parker macmillans

yeah i'll be normal about this one

im doing all of the parker macmillans

hcs for all of the parkers: bad knee, curly hair, kind of tall but slouches, human, had one color that they wore all the time.

prime (he/him): injured his knee in a game of blaseball and it wasn't allowed to heal properly (because, yknow, Play Must Continue), so now his knee is kinda screwed up and he uses a cane to get around most places. he wears a knee brace on the field (and sometimes a more heavy-duty one off the field). his bad knee was passed down to the other replicas. firewalker has made him a personal space heater for his friends (until they get incinerated). had the most complicated relationship with megan ito but gets along well with new megan ito. likes blackberries. he really wants to grow plants but he's never had a green thumb, even before he was cursed with firewalker. really awkward, in the 😐🧍way. didn't really have a color theme but has saved baseball caps from all of the teams he's been on (and always buys a souvenir baseball cap wherever he goes) and wears one every day.

ii (he/it): i like the idea that parker 2 is the reader. not sure how well it fits in with canon, though. nevertheless, i think he was really into mysticism & started to kind of rebel against its mom (The Coin), which got it an early Incineration. dyed his hair white. color theme was purple.

iii (he/him): soooooo so so so tired. got the internship because of his mom. he didn't actually WANT the internship, but she was just kinda like "hey you're an intern now" and he knew better than to argue. even tho he was just an intern he wore a button-down, tie, slacks, and sweater vest to work everyday. everyone else at the office just wears jeans and a tshirt. went to college because his mom wanted him to but has no idea what he actually wants to major in. preferred tea over coffee but drank coffee anyway because there were coffee machines at the office & it was too much of a hassle to bring his own tea bags and kettle. also, he's super picky about tea and wouldn't drink whatever they had at the office already. dated wyatt mason (in my interp he is 17) in (mostly) secret up until the whole NaN thing. color theme was dark blue.

iiii (he/they): grew their hair out longer (to his shoulders) and wears it in a ponytail. all of the parkers have/had curly hair and theirs was the best-kept. wore more casual clothes than iii did, usually just a short-sleeved button up, jeans, suspenders, and sometimes a bow tie. still more dressed up than anyone else at the office. chipper and talkative, which weirded everyone out at first. a little awkward but more in the 🥺👉👈 way. like he just kinda rambles but it's endearing. definitely used ^_^ :] o_O :P >:/ :( in professional emails. wasn't as obedient to his mom as iii was but not exactly rebellious. not scared of her like i, iii and iiiii were/are, because he had better tact and people skills, and she wasn't hounding him as much. Coin probably liked him the most. really likes pickles. color theme was light pink (casual) or hot pink (at work/events).

iiiii (any, primarily he/she/they but doesn't mind neos): shakes like a chihuahua. never fully present in the moment, always kind of dissociated. will stare at a wall in complete silence for hours on end. can turn his head 180° (although maybe the other parkers could do that as well, and just didn't). really likes coffee, isn't too picky but will drive an extra 10 minutes just so he doesn't have to go to starbucks. was replicated too hastily and her bad knee is considerably worse that the other parkers. they wear a suit to work every day: matching blazer & trousers, white button-up, tie, dress shoes, the whole shebang. contrary to this, she constantly looks at least a little disheveled. kind of off from the other parkers, in a way that is hard to explain. they really just seem like a shell of a human being and it's not until the coffee cup that she really started doing things other than going to work and going home. this is because she accidentally adopted SCORES BASERUNNER and now had a kid to support. they try to attend every one of SCORES's games. scares the shit out of the other flowers except for castillo turner. he's become friends with castillo because neither really like conversation and are ok with just sitting in silence near each other. gets along pretty well with SCORES because she talks and he listens. likes pokemon and has a small card collection. color theme is red.

iiiii (alt) (she/he): she's more chill than iiiii (and, really, most of the other parkers). she still tries to be a parental figure for SCORES but SCORES is really weirded out by the alternation (alteration? how is this said). prefers walking over driving/public transport and will travel around town aimlessly for hours. This does NOT help her bad knee so she's taken to using a wheelchair. does more physical therapy for his knee than the other parkers did & is a little better at self care. her mom is dead in this universe and she thinks that's cool. wears blouses and skirts/loose & flowy pants most of the time. really like floral print. grows his hair out and takes really good care of it. wears sunscreen every day no matter the weather because she's paranoid about getting skin cancer, for some reason. likes hugs. color theme is pastel green (the other parkers have bright color palettes) (also she prefers yellow but she says it clashes with her skin tone).

im so ill about all of them