Wttt Kansas - Tumblr Posts

guess who's back after not saying anything for just under a month !! :3c woooo

here's two drawings i made today to make up for it 👍 but i liked my original sketches too much to actually finish them,, oops. hope you enjoy eyeless, unfinished cats that I like to think are finished.

on the bright side, i guess y'all get to see what my drawings look like unfinished, if you're interested in that (hint: white, pupil-less eye sockets)

michigan w/o the hat !?!?!? omg?!?!? it could never be b/c i don't like drawing caps!!!! nah but fr its that and that i liked the original drawing of the head too much lmao👍 i didn't know how to finish the rest of his jersey so i simply. did not finish it. i am so cool /s

i am not super great at drawing caps, but i think the logo turned out really good imo! kansas looks really sad here lol, oops :< the shirt print looks kinda rough imo, but i didn't try ever drawing it beforehand, so..

i drew north dakota as a kitty as well, but after finishing, i looked back and decided it was definitely something that needed a day for a fresh pair of eyes to fix it up lol. maybe i'll post it soon! i was also gonna draw new york again to make up for how bad i think i drew him last time imo, but i didn't get to it. oops. maybe next time

(feel free to ask or request something btw. i don't mind)

digital whiteboard drawing jumpscare !!!

i promise i am getting stuff done i think, i just need time bc the art is not arting (i keep not drawing until i get ideas and it shows every time i draw. these were just to get back into the groove, so they're not perfect !) anyways. kitties !!!!!

the sunflower state. i am very bad with making fluffy kitties but i tried and i think it turned out alright 😌

illinois be looking at inappropriate things 😞 he is a gremlin . there is no free orange so he does not get any orange colour

Jealousy

They shouldn’t be jealous, but they are.

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“You’re sure about this?”

“Why would we lie about it?”

“I dunno, Gigi. It just seems like he hates us..”

“Funny, Adam said the exact same thing about you.”

“W-what?! We could never hate Papa!”

“Well, you’ll have to tell him that yourself.”

Several groans throughout the room, emotional conversations with the Father you thought was dead for a century would be difficult.

“If you don’t want to talk to him, you could just act like nothing happened and call him ‘Papa’.”

That wasn’t viable either, too much had changed since the 1800’s.

There are 20 States unafraid to call Gov their father or treat him as such: Minnesota, Oregon Kansas, West Virginia, Nevada, Nebraska, Colorado, North and South Dakota, Montana, Washington, Idaho, Wyoming, Utah, Oklahoma, New Mexico, Arizona, Alaska, and Hawai’i. And not even to mention the Departments, Territories, and the Agencies– though the Agencies are more the mans grandchildren.

“Look, kids. I’m not gonna force ya, and neither are yer other Grandparents, but if yer gonna get jealous when he gives the others any affection, you have to talk to him.”

No one responded.

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Kansas was the last State to be inducted into the Union before the Civil War– 3 years in body and less than half-a-year- a State–, and the third oldest State to call Gov ‘Papa’ to his face. Nebraska was the seventh, both Midwestern States– pretty well surrounded on either side by States that watches them in jealousy whenever they called out…

“Papa! We’re out of ranch!”

“Evan, I bought 8 bottles three days ago.”

“There are 49 of us in this house and most of us in da Midwest eat it on everythin’, ya know that!”

“Hmmm…fine. I’ll buy another bottle on my way back from the meeting this evening– but I will not buy anymore until next week. Use it sparingly, all of you.”

“Papaaa…”

“No.”

They did it constantly, almost as if they were mocking the others.

“Papa! Come by mah house this weekend! I got another cow– and she’s just the sweetest thang!”

“Papa, lookit! The sunflowers are growin in, we’ll hafta keep an eye on ‘em!”

“Ey, Papa. Mama said ya haven’t been sleepin’ right lately, ya doin’ okay? Naw, naw– ya look like death warmed over! C’mon, we’re gonna take a nap.”

“Papa.”

“Papa…”

“Papa! Mama!” the Sunflower State beams from where he stands by the patio, the Cornhusker State perking up at the mention. It’s a summer day, the weather is warm and it was decided to be a perfect day for an outdoor grill-by-the-pool. It was still early afternoon, most of the South and a few of the Midwest setting up the backyard, “Thought ya were in Germany for the next bit!”

Gov, of course, looks out of place in his slacks, loafers, and pale blue polo, but at least he wasn’t wearing his usual turtleneck. At the very least, Assistant was wearing a romper in the same shade of blue and sandals.

They both immediately drop what they’re doing, settling the stacks of paper plates and silverware on one of the foldout tables, before running over to the other personifications. They both stood a few inches taller than the man and woman, like many States did, and a few inches broader. Most of the Midwest and South were similar, all larger than the Government personifications in some way. Nebraska and Kansas looked a lot alike in build, actually.

The man smiles– the bags under his eyes looked darker than normal, he’d been getting better sleep and they’d been fading. What happened– allowing his arms to fall open as Kansas skids to a stop in front of him, practically lifting the man off his feet in a hug. Assistant laughs from Nebraska’s grasp, though he didn’t quite lift her the same way, Gov letting out a quiet ‘oomf’ at the sudden shift.

Kansas grins, the gap in his upper front teeth adding to his boyish joy at seeing his parents. Nebraska’s smile more tame than the others, but still just as bright.

“Meeting got delayed,” Assistant chimes as they’re set back on their feet, “We’ll be leaving tomorrow, so we decided to come visit beforehand!”

The others watch in a mix of jealousy and grief.

They want that. To be able to call them Ma and Pa and receive the same type of hugs and hair ruffles and constant words of love and praise. They want that.

They just can’t have it.

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Nevada, Utah, and Colorado may not agree on much, but they did agree on one thing.

Utah’s human kids are the cutest.

Gov and Assistant agree as well.

“Really, dad?” Utah sighs, Colorado chuckling and Nevada snickering behind him as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I only asked you to babysit.”

“I am babysitting.” Gov retorts, pulling up his sunglasses from where he reclines on one of the patio chairs, “Look at how much fun they’re having.” None of them notice the other Western State at the sliding glass door. California just behind the wall, listening and leaning over to watch.

“Dad.”

“I really don’t see the issue, Micah.”

The 7-year-old triplets, Kayden, Brayden, and Jayden, were in a circle with several large lego sets— lego sets Utah knew he and Ilithiya hadn’t bought for the children.

12-year-old Kingsley fiddled with a fresh-out-of-the-box nintendo switch, and 14-year-old Kayleigh seemed to be dancing with a VR headset over her face.

16-year-old Jaxon was sitting close by the triplets, reclining on one of the patio sofas as he flew an expensive looking drone around the backyard.

Even Paisley, Utah’s youngest at only a year old, strapped to the Gov’s chest via a baby carrier, with her own mini sunglasses on her chubby baby face, seemed to be enjoying herself. And, judging by the pastel yellow mini truck just a few feet away, even the baby wasn’t safe from the Grandparent urge to spoil.

“You bought my baby a car.”

“It’s a little car for baby people, Micah. It even has seatbelts, and Paisley’s such a smart girl,” Gov turns to coo down at the happily babbling toddler, “Aren’t you, sweetheart? Know all about road safety, yeah? You’ll be the best driver, won’t ya?”

“Dad.”

“How much did this cost, daddy?” Nevada asks, still snickering, holding up her phone to record the interaction, “I had to be a lot— I know those toddler cars alone go for $200.”

“Eh.” The man waves the question off, moving to stand from the patio chair with a grunt, “Doesn’t matter.”

“It does.” Utah stresses as the older man approaches, “It’s a lot of money, Dad—“

“Micah.” The man’s voice is softer, sunglasses held in his hand as he gently rests a hand on the Westerner’s shoulder, “It’s alright. I wanted to buy this stuff for the kids, I know they get a bit bored out there during the summer— you and Ilithiya have been complaining about how hard it is to keep them entertained. Consider this,” he gestures to the kids, “a Christmas present.”

“It’s June.” Utah says weakly, leaning into the touch.

“Early Christmas Present.” He corrects, “They can leave the stuff at your Mother and I’s house if you want. Don’t stress too hard, bumblebee.”

Utah sighs, smiling, “Thanks, Dad.”

“Awww,” Nevada coos as Colorado snorts, “How precious.”

California slips away, chests clenching painfully at the sounds of playful banter coming from the back patio.

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Alaska is one of the youngest States. He may be the largest State, the largest man in the house too, but he’s still younger than the others.

He’s not very good at written social cues, and even worse at unwritten social rules. He has no sense of direction, a habit of getting distracted and wandering off: this means that when they go out in public anywhere…

“Let’s go, Ivan.” Gov says calmly, tugging gently on the man’s wrist.

Someone usually has to hold onto him, either his wrist or his hand.

“Coming.” The younger mans’ voice is quiet and soft as usual.

They’re walking through one of the busier parts of the city, where all the stores and such are; it’s an unavoidable place when they need to stock up on necessities.

Other than Gov and Ivan, Oklahoma, Maine, Vermont, and Wisconsin had joined them on their shopping trip. To get everything they need, it takes a whole team.

Vermont is in charge of the cart and Maine in charge of the list, Wisconsin in charge of the second cart and Oklahoma sent to grab things across the store or to run back into previous isles if they forgot something. Gov is there purely to supervise and Alaska to lift anything the others can’t.

It’s going well, Oklahoma rambling about his university sports teams and tornados and such, Gov humming along and Alaska following dutifully behind. The other three watch from behind them, a scowl on Vermont’s face, a grimace on Maine’s and a simple frown on Wisconsin’s.

Each look away, Maine down at the list and the other two to opposite sides of the aisle.

But there’s a sudden presence looming over the Pine Tree State, a hand coming to carefully rest on his shoulder.

Despite the careful movement, he still flinches in surprise— not paying attention to his surroundings—, and the hand quickly retracts.

When he sees the purse of Gov’s mouth, he immediately regrets not paying more attention— cursing his subconscious reaction that lost the familiar, comforting touch.

“What else is there?” The man asks instead, scanning the list over Maine’s shoulder as the State clears his throat.

“We gotta get a few cases of watah bottles, Cal asked fo’ those kale chips they like, and, uh—“ Maine squints in an attempt to read the scribbled mess of words at the bottom of the paper, “I dunno what the hell they wrote down here.”

Gov hums, reaching out a hand. “Let me see?”

Maine hands the list over without a second thought, and watches the man’s grey eyes study the mess of pencil and ink at the bottom of the list.

He sighs, “Eugene, would you run and grab a few boxes of Hostess Sno Balls, Twinkies, and Coffee Cakes?” He closes his eyes tiredly as he hands the list back to Maine, “Just two boxes of each, they need to learn moderation.”

“Aight, Papa.” The ravenette says, vanishing around the corner after flashing the man a grin.

“We’ll head over to the water cases, and meet you there.” Gov said to the other three, referring to himself and Alaska, “Eugene shouldn’t be long.”

“Alright.” Vermont nods, “Meet ya there..”

Gov studies the three of them for a moment, brows furrowing in what looked like concern. He seems to fight himself, before he shakes his head.

“Alright. Be careful, then.”

He and Alaska vanish around the opposite corner of the aisle, Gov gently tugging the other along.

It was…it was so simple. They shouldn’t be feeling this way at Gov using the other’s human names in a public space as required, at him holding Alaska’s hand because the tall man would get lost if he didn’t.

They shouldn’t be jealous over it.

But they know he’d do the same in non-public spaces, preferring human names to anything else, and it stings.

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Gigi said their father thinks they hate him, but that can’t be true. They could never hate him, have never hated him. He…he just doesn’t want to be their Papa, anymore. Right?

…

Then why does he look at them so sadly, when he thinks they aren’t looking? Why do his hands twitch as if he wants to reach out but is stopping himself?

Why does he always sad when they call him ‘Gov’? Why does he always seem to hesitate before calling for them— by their State name in private and more-so their human names in public?

…

Could Gigi be right?

Whoops, sorry

This is arcade prompt anon

I wanted to see generally wanted to see states that aren’t talked about much and I think you know who they are? It’s basically the midwestern states

Thank you for the ask, Lovely Anon! I’ve included the following States:

North Dakota - Andrew

South Dakota - Aiden

Nebraska - Maxwell

Kansas - Evan

Minnesota - Jasper

Iowa - Caleb

Missouri - Owen

I didn’t do every Midwestern State, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

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“Alright,” Adam hums, looking the seven States— all shifting in their seats in excitement— through the rearview mirror, “Remember the rules: No theft, no destruction of property, and please don’t get into a fight with young children.” He side-eyes Robin at the last sentence, but his wife only smiles innocently from the passenger seat.

“We have a limit of five hours, alright?” Adam crosses his arms, “So make sure you’re all wrapped up by then, okay?”

Simultaneous nods, and excited chatter consumes the vehicle as Adam pulls into a parking spot. The van doors swing open, each of the seven States tumbling out.

Minnesota— Jasper— shoves his way out first, “Move it!”

Next are the twins, North and South Dakota— Andrew and Aiden— tumbling out and landing in a heap on the asphalt,

“Get off!”

“Let go of me!”

Nebraska and Kansas— Maxwell and Evan— slip out next, taking a wide step around the tussling twins as Robin climbs out of the passenger seat and comes round.

Missouri— Owen— is the next to exit the vehicle, snickering quietly as the Dakota’s are pulled apart by their mom, though the two redheads continue to snarl at each other.

Finally, Iowa— Caleb— steps out, holding the door open for Adam, their father. The older man grunts as he steps of out the drivers seat, the door closing shut behind him.

“Alright, you all have your money and you know the rules.” He says, making a small shooing motion with his hand, “Off you go.”

With that, the twins stop fighting— instead, they start bolting across the parking lot, chanting in unison.

“CHUCK. E. CHEESE! CHUCK. E CHEESE!— STOP COPYING ME!”

“No fighting!” Robin yells over their own chanting, “Or the two of you will be sitting with me and your father instead!”

The twins shut up.

For now, at least.

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“I struggle to believe that people seek this place out for the food.” Robin hums, nose slightly scrunched in disgust as she watches a family at another table devour their pizza, “I find it barely edible.”

Adam hums from across from her, eating his own slice of the pepperoni pizza on the table between them.

“It’s fine.” he says, but Robin just scrunches her nose at him instead.

“You’ve eaten mud before, dear, forgive me if I do not trust that coming from you.”

Adam just hums.

On the other side of the arcade area, Andrew and Aiden are kicking at each other’s feet as they play DDR, the only Chuck E Chees to have that machime.

“You suck at this, Andy!”

“Oh, shut up!”

Max has been at the pinball machine for thirty minutes, and has developed an audience of preteens.

“See, ya just gotta practice! Then you’ll get reflexes faster than the ball itself!”

Caleb has hidden in the skytubes, and is currently conversing with several young children.

“What? No no, the T-Rex is so overrated! Velociraptors are cooler!”

Evan and Owen have been play air hockey, niether willing to let the other win, and have amassed a crowd of onlookers.

“Think we should finish up soon, eh?”

“First to ten points?”

They each only have two points, scored early in the game.

Jasper had been spinning the ticket wheel, landing on jackpot at least five times, and is now at the prize counter. There are three kids following him.

“Aight, whatchu wanna get? I got enough to get a bit for all four o’ us!”

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“Did you all have fun?” Adam asks as they load back into the vehicle later that evening.

A chorus of ‘yes’s, with several items from the prize counter held tightly as they buckled back into their seats.

“I am making a proper pizza when we get home.” Robin huffs, sliding into her own seat.

Several cheers sound from the back seat.

“The pizza is awful here.” one of them huff, and Robin smiles smugly at Adam.

The man rolls his eyes, starting up the engine.

“I thought it was fine.” he sighs.

A snicker from the backseat as Andrew leans forwards slightly, “Dad, Ian once gave you rock soup and you ate it. You don’t get a say.”

The man rolls his eyes, and pulls out of the lot.