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wttt is back on my dash!! And it's an ask blog!

One of my biggest hcs is that Hawaii, Alaska, and Puerto Rico are all superr close because of their situations when coming into the States :3 they all meet up every week to gossip i just know it

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YES

Omg another person that agrees with me, I love these three together because they’re absolutely Gossip Lords. Alaska is the one always at the meetings imo because nobody realizes he’s there

Alaska HAS to gave some tea to spill and Hawai’i and Puerto Rico sit back and enjoy the fresh drink

ASK ME FOR WTTT HCS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I NEED TO YAP !!! ANYONE ANY SHIP BRO PLS 🙏🙏🙏

wisconsin x alaska if you would

omg yes!! i'm a wisconsinite, so he's my absolute baby! i adore him so so much!! :3 this will probably be wisconsin centric... love that guy...

WiscLaska HCs!

Seeing as they're both colder states, they're constantly bundled up. Alaska's got his signature trapper hat, whereas Wisconsin has a stocking cap!

Adding onto that, they're usually found cuddling. Typically with Wisconsin laying on top of Alaska like a puppy.

Wisconsin wears shorts in the middle of winter (like 15°F) and constantly gets sick from it, and Alaska always scolds him, and cooks him soup when he's sick.

Wisconsin and Alaska both have autism. Alaska is more of the quiet, semi-verbal around most people, whereas Wisconsin is a yapper.

Wisconsin loves telling Alaska about trees and nature, seeing as Wisconsin has some of the best natural resources programs!

Alaska is...extremely tall, he absolutely towers over Wisconsin, and all of the other states. When you look at it, their height difference is hilarious, like the "He asked for no pickles" meme.

Wisconsin knows how to play the electric guitar! It was invented where I live, so it's a little personal to me! But he's that awful campfire guitar guy, he'll whip it out and start jamming!

Whereas Wisconsin can play guitar, Alaska can sing really well. He'll spend nights softly singing Wisconsin to sleep when tornados or other disasters hit his state.

can you please do calaska headcanons?

omg. i've never rlly thought abt them until now, but heres my hcs!! :)

CalLaska HCs !

Alaska is one of the only states that is taller than California, so whenever Alaska hugs him from behind, he gets so so flustered.

Alaska will cling to California during the winter, because California is a natural heater! :))

California absolutely adores when Alaska grows his beard out. He thinks Alaska looks so handsome with it.

They call each other bear-themed petnames! Alaska calls California 'Cub' or 'Grizzly' and California calls Alaska 'Kodiak' !! The bear states <3

Alaska adores California's glasses, and loves when he changes the style of them to fit the current trends, even if he liked the previous frames!

On a similar note, California dyes his hair often, so Alaska will help out! He'll help pick colors, and bleach California's hair, and actually dye it for him!

Alaska's hair is white, and GOD California loves it! Alaska mentioned dying his hair and California protested so insanely hard

Alaska has a bunch of tattoos! Most of them are native, and hold meanings and culture. But some are less cultural, and stuff! He had his state flower, and California's state flower on his back <3

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?

Pool Side

Gov watches his family have fun at the pool, glad there are no injuries — this time, at least.

Idea from @fl0w3rg0at! Thank you, Lovely!

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The Statehouse is massive, that much is known. Not as large or as strange as The Jones Residence, but massive and strange in its own right.

The properties expand for miles, more than enough space for everyone to have their own thing, their own hobbies, without encroaching on others’ space.

Sometimes there are disagreements on times and places, usually solved within a few hours, but there is one thing they never disagree on.

The pool on the back patio.

Absolutely massive, large enough for all of them times three, with plenty of deck chairs and grills and tables to satisfy all of them and more.

It’s a beautiful day, not too hot nor too cold, the perfect temperature for them all to be happy with it; spending the afternoon and evening by the pool.

Some spend most of the time actually in the water, others amongst the grills and tables.

Gov reclined on a deck chair, in buckled sandals– often called his ‘Dad Shoes’, but little Kayleigh had been teaching Paisley to paint nails, so Gov was going to show off their work (he was more than happy to be their test subject, and they did great [do not say anything to the contrary]) – and deep blue, knee-length swim trunks with a black waistband. A white, thin, short sleeve button down rested open over his chest, his compression top and his brace underneath it. DC, one of his eldest children- Daniel-, passed out asleep in the chair next to him, in cargo shorts and a similar shirt with far too many colors for Gov’s eyes. The boy’s crutch settled on the deck table between them. He’s been healing well, after waking up from his comatose state but a few months ago.

Sunglasses rest firmly on Gov’s nose, eyes too sensitive to the bright daylight as he watches his family.

Robin dives and glides through the water like she was meant to be there, dressed in a baby blue two-piece with a white, sheer wrap-skirt that ends a bit above her knees. Popping up every once in a while to splash lightly at the children– and even her own fathers, Massachusetts immediately diving into the water to enact his revenge.

Some of the cities were there, Nicki being all too willing to let his little sister climb his shoulders to avoid their father, while Grayson and Phillip - Philadelphia- gleefully charge at Mass through the water.

There’s yelling and laughter as more of the swimmers join in on the fight.

But Robin is a stone-cold woman, and it’s with that grin he knows and loves– not the same one she wore when dealing with… certain people but one she wore when being an Annoyance On Purpose, very similar but not the same, closer to the she wore when she was being Feral On Purpose– she wraps herself around Nicki’s torso and lets her weight fall back.

The city yells out in betrayal, but is cut off the moment they breach the water, Robin unwinding herself and darting off under the reflective surface.

“YOU LITTLE SHIT–!” Nicki gasps as he burts back up into the air, water dripping down his face as he pushes his hair back. “GET BACK HERE–!”

Ivan stands closer to the edge of the pool, and Robin would never betray her baby the way she would her siblings or parents. The largest State, and the largest of them there, aids his mother by standing in front of her.

“ROBIN!-”

“You touch mah baby boy, Nicki, and Imma turn yer knee caps intah chowdah!” she points threateningly at the City, who scowls at her. She’s grinning, still, looking around Ivan straight at her brother.

“Get ovah here and fight me, coward!”

“I’ll give ya a right scrap, ya mutt–!”

Gov snorts as Robin dives into Nicki with a screech, sending them both back under the water and splashing several onlookers.

He snorts as more people dive into the water, devolving into splash fights and playful yelling as he watches from his seat. He watches it go on for nearly 30 minutes, enjoying the time he has to simply observe and relax.

He’s so caught up in the watching, the adoration he feels for his loved ones filling his heart completely and utterly, that he hardly notices when someone makes their way closer to him. It’s not until something– someone– presses into his side with a muffled murmur that he notices.

Ivan had climbed out of the water, likely that the amount of people had grown distressing. It’s moments like this that Gov is glad to have thought to order custom chairs, the regular deck chairs most humans buy would not have held the weight of both him and his son.

He settles, placing an arm around the boy's shoulders as Ivan buries his face into Gov’s side. It’s not uncommon for any one of his children to grow distressed or overstimulated by their environment, but Ivan had always been one with the lowest tolerance. Gov thinks it must be from the sheer isolation the lands of Alaska have, but it could simply be Ivan himself.

The splashing dies down, the yelling quiets into normal outside volume, but the jumping and dragging under water does not cease, though most grow content to simply saddle up at the pool sides or allow themselves to float among the expanse of water.

He spies Robin climbing out of the pool, grinning wide and smug at Nicki. He doesn’t entirely know what the goal of their impromptu brawl was, but it was clear she had won something.

What that something was, he had no idea, and doubted he ever would. His dear Infinity’s relationship with her siblings was different from Gov’s relationship with his own; not by much, but enough for both of them to be a bit confused by each others interactions with their family members. His relations with his parents cities, his siblings, had been morphed by how ill and weak he was when he finally became Congress. His Robin’s relations had been changed from how feral and how she unapologetically caused trouble for anyone who annoyed her– or himself, for that matter, she’s always been the protective sort.

But that was alright, they rarely needed to know; but they would always explain it to each other if asked.

He has no idea why humans divorce or leave their partners so regularly, unless it’s physically or mentally harmful. They really should learn to communicate with their partners. And their children, for that matter– though he hardly has a leg to stand on in that matter, he’s been working on it.

“You look a little lost, dear.” his wifes’ voice is amused as she stands next to his seat, hands on her hips, “Have you wandered far?”

“Not at all,” he hums, curling his arm tighter around the largest, yet one of his youngest, of his children. “Simply observing, love.”

She just hums, still amused, taking up residence in the chair on his other side, and it isn’t long before another State, either overwhelmed or simply too tired to find anywhere else– not that either of them would complain– finds their way into her lap. Sebastian had never done well with warm weather.

Or cold weather.

Or any weather different from his States usual rainy days, to be fair.

They sit for a moment— the grilling should be done soon. Then they could all eat before the sun set entirely. Gov doesn’t know how long the States and Cities would continue to party, but he, Robin, and the few Departments that could make it had to wake up early.

But for now, they watch their family enjoy themselves, almost all together for the first time in decades.

He’s…missed it. Missed being around his kids and his parents and his uncles.

Sure, they’ve been around each other near constantly— but he’s always working. He’s missed just being there, watching them all have their fun and keeping them safe.

He feels a hand rest on his arm, but he doesn’t jump. He shifts his gaze to his dear Robin, who had plucked a set of sunglasses that match his own from thin air, and he knows her eyes are curious and concerned beneath the tinted lenses. One of her eyebrows raised as she runs her other hand through Sebastian’s hair.

He can hear, can feel the silent question.

Are you okay?

He smiles back at her, and it seems to appease her, as she settles back into the cushioning of the deck chair.

Gov settled back into his own seat as well, taking a glance at the still sleeping Daniel, the boy easily grows exhausted, much like he did for a while after the Civil War— hell, even for a while during and after the Revolution.

He hums, clutching Ivan closer to himself as his gaze finally returns to the chaos in the pool and the patio surrounding it.

He hasn’t had a chance to properly relax like this in…he doesn’t remember how long. Even in the 20’s they were still working, just not on Government work. The only times he’s been completely free of work had been times he was bedridden.

…

It’s nice.

Hi!! Soo I’ve seen a whole lot on New Jersey headcannons and a lot of them were about him having Tourettes Syndrom and I was wondering if you had similar headcannons or not

If you don’t then I would want to hear any other disabilityes any other states could have

Hello Lovely Anon!

Currently, I don’t have many disability headcanons— as most of them have not yet possessed me to inform me of their physical forms.

However, I do have a few!!

For Jersey and Tourettes, I haven’t decided yet. If I do decide he has Tourettes, I want to be able to write them well. So, for now, that is a no.

The most well-known in my AU is probably Adam— with his shitty back and horrid immune system.

I am absolutely sure Veteran’s Affairs, known as Matthew, is half blind and deaf— in his left ear and eye.

Ivan, my Alaska, has TERRIBLE direction skills due to how many people go missing in his State. Idk if that counts as a disability, but he does need Guide Dogs or for someone to hold onto him. It affects him daily.

Boe, my WV, has a prosthetic left leg. He lost it in a mining accident back in the 60’s.

Connecticut— known as Henry— is blind in his right eye. He got the injury during his pirate days.

These are the ones I’m currently aware of, but I’m sure there will be more as I design each State! :D

Hello again. Which state do you think would hurt themselves in a really dumb way but not in a dumb and stupid enough way that there’s no disappointment

Hmmmmmmmmmm. There are. Many ways. I will only give three right now, tho.

Utah, Alaska, and Hawai’i.

Utah: would likely get hurt doing something normal, to be honest. Maybe he falls off his riding lawn mower— we all know he has one— because he didn’t take proper precautions. Not really dumb, but also? Kinda dumb.

Alaska: Poor boy would walk right into a wall at full speed and break his nose😔 he didn’t notice it, honest.

Hawai’i: She’s a smart girl, she’s very independent and capable. She also regularly swims with tiger sharks (well-known for attacking lone swimmers, along with eating anything) and shakes coconut trees until they fall (coconuts kill 150 people on average annually)

Hello there 👋

I wanted to request you doodle Alaska when you can. I do not believe that you’ve doodled him yet and would love to see him

His design is likely to change and I didn’t feel like coloring, but here he is!

hi!! I was wondering if there was any random headcannons you had about either states or Adam and Robin

I have a few off the top of my head :D

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-- Adam and Robin are both Very Asexual, and only attracted to each other. Trying to be a Homewrecker with these two will end horribly.

-- Greg is an undead. As a human child, he met Adam and Robin a few times. When he died in a horrific accident as a young preteen, they brought him back and adopted him.

-- Greg is mute!

-- Boe (WV) has a pet rosy maple moth named Rosie

-- Boe is Best Friends with all the WV cryptids.

-- Boe is dating John Deere! Boe is the Jack Hoffmen of States and I will die on this hill.

-- Ivan and Gabriel (Alaska and Texas) are really nice guys, and kinda shy, but they have epic mean faces and can make themselves appear very intimidating.

-- John (Georgia), despite being Gabriel’s height, is too nice and Teddy Bear to intimidate people unless he’s angry. Then people remember that a Teddy Bear is still a bear.

-- Ivan and Gabriel learned to be scary from Adam. Man is Dad To The Max, but he is still the Personification of the United States, and he can be terrifying when he wants to be.

-- Adam and Robin make all their kids stuffed animals, with the animals name sewn on one of the limbs

-- Ian (Florida) and Robin have a running tally of who had football-tackled more police officers. It’s currently a tie.

-- Adam has met Santa Claus.

-- Countries being on good terms does not mean the Personifications are! Several Government and Assistant Personifications are not allowed to be in the same room as Adam or Robin, it’s attack on sight.

-- Adam and Robin can replace people they erase! I implied it in ‘Must Be Mistaken’

-- Robin eats people. It’s not cannibalism, since she’s not human, but she does eat people. Adam too, but only sometimes.

-- The basement of the Jones Residence, where only Adam and Robin are allowed to enter, is full of trophies from people and personifications they’ve killed. The walls look like the French catacombs with all the skulls.

-- Adam and Robin also engage in human experimentation from time to time! Remember the chimeras from Full Metal Alchemist? That type of stuff. They only do it to bad people, and they also just don’t care. The only humans Adam and Robin care about are their family members.

-- If Adam and Robin ever die, they can never be reformed. Getting the exact same fragment from Eternity or Infinity is impossible. Other personifications can reform as the same people, Governments can not.

-- Robin represents in small parts of the Government; the interns, cubicle workers, receptionists, all the little pieces that make everything run. Adam is the big pieces; the President, the Senate, the HoR.

-- Adam’s immune system is trash and it has always been trash 👍 that will never change.

-- The OG’s had to teach Adam and Robin how to act human, blinking, chewing, breathing and all.

-- No one knows that Adam and Robin are fragments. Only other Fragments know. All the Politicians know is that they’re terrifying and Will Eat Them.

-- Adam and Robin are petty as hell and have a ‘Petty Schedule’ to determine who messes with which politician this time. This is reserved for the people who annoy them, but they aren’t annoyed enough to hurt them.

-- Adam has been torn in half by a cannonball before. He has also been shot, stabbed, blown up, burned, and I’m sure there are other things he has yet to talk about. Only Robin knows about most of these.

-- Adam and Robin can regrow limbs! If they break a bone, and manage to get away for a few hours, they’ll just cut it off and let it grow back good as new.

-- Adam and Robin can either have no organs or too many of one specific organ. Or whatever they think is funnier at the time.

-- In Verse, ‘The Thing’ is based on a witness that saw Robin eat someone. She looked freaky as hell and had the time of her life.

-- Adam and Robin have multiple forms, which I have talked about already in a previous post.

-- Adam and Robin are so in love it gives me a toothache