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wttt Oregon is probably living for the Gravity Falls renaissance rn since it takes place in his state, huh.

I need more of Oregon going crazy for cryptids/oddities/paranormal stuff bc hell yeah silly Alex Hirsh show

@closeddoor-knockknockk and I were discussing Vermont and what goes on there. I brought up that it's the birthplace of Ben and Jerry's. Oregon is the home of Tillamook ice cream. So I said that if you ship the two (in WTTT), their ship name could be Creamsicle.

(Also, because they're both pretty cold in winter, especially Vermont, so it's a play on icicle.)

AND THIS MOTHERFUCKER SAYS THAT THEIR SHIP NAME COULD BE

VOREGON.

So I'm blocking it on all platforms /j. That is a curse on this earth. Please never bring up "Voregon" again. Thank you.

He Remembers

Minnesota remembers.

He remembers a lot.

@minnesota51

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The State of Minnesota. Established May 11th, 1858.

The first of nineteen States that stayed with their father.

The only one of the nineteen to remember him as Congress.

When Jasper Jones formed, he formed older than most of the States. He formed as four-in-body, older than the average of 2-in-body States usually appear as.

Three years before the Civil War began. Before his father’s mind and body broke down and he changed.

He remembers the day he was formed. He knows how territories work: the personification had to be willed into being by the Government personifications, the work usually done by another State or the Government themselves. With so many territories, his parents decided it best to just wait for the personification to form with their Statehood. Most other Countries willed their territories into being so they didn’t have extra work to do, so they had someone to blame for the territories faults.

Now, his parents have five territory personifications, all under 15-in-body. That was simply how territories worked, they didn’t age past a certain point until they were granted Statehood or the equivalent. They’re the only ones who live in their home full-time, every other kid has their own place at this point.

But Minnesota– Jasper– remembers.

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“Pa?” the young boy sniffs quietly, clutching his timber wolf, Gerri, to his chest.

He’s reached one year of Statehood, 5-in-body, and Ma and Pa brought another kid back a few months ago. His name is Oregon, but they said to call him Miles.

And Jasper found himself here, one stormy night, standing in the open door of the new kids nursery, with forest-themed walls and pale-wood furniture. The whipping winds and thunder outside woke up the younger kid, Jasper heard him crying after a loud, loud bit of thunder shook the house. Had heard the man make his way down the hall. Ma was down in Virginia, some work Pa couldn’t be there for.

The older man perks up from the rocking chair, the now sleeping toddler resting against one of his shoulders, Miles’ thumb in his mouth, a deep brown blanket covering his Pa’s lap and drawn up over the baby’s back. Miles’ white night clothes meshed with Pa’s own, and Jasper knew his own would do the same as he stumbled forward.

Pa’s eyes, green, just like his own, are tired. But he smiles anyway, and lifts the small boy into his lap with ease, hardly jostling the sleeping toddler as he tugs the blankets over the other child as well.

Jasper leans against the other side of his Pa’s chest, holding Gerri tighter as a bright flash of light makes its way through the curtains, followed by a loud crash of thunder.

Pa slowly rocks the chair back and forth, arm coming around to hold Jasper closer, chest vibrating with a steady hum.

The rocking motion, his Pa’s grip, and the comforting hums drown out the storm, and Jasper falls asleep.

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It was May 11, 1861. Jasper Jones, the Personification of Minnesota, has reached three years of Statehood.

It’s only him and Miles, the only States left in the house. The Departments come and go, several sticking around for weeks before they trade off with another group.

Ma always looks tired, always rushing back and forth.

He hasn’t seen Pa in a month. Ma says he’s sick, really sick. She says Pa wouldn’t want Jasper to see him like that. Pa had been sick back in March, really sick, but Ma says it’s gotten worse.

The Departments have been taking care of him and Miles. Ma has been so tired, so busy. She tries her best, but Pa can’t be left alone for long, and she’s doing Pa’s work as well as her own.

There’s a war, all the other States— even Brooklyn, only 14-in-body— left. Jasper knows it upset his parents, knows Miles is too young to remember any of them, but Jasper does.

He remembers Isaac, and Jackson, and Gus, and Gabriel and all the other kids.

It’s May 11th, 1861. He’s reached three years of Statehood.

He sits alone in the dining room, up long past his bedtime, staring at his plate of a slice of toast and the sweet jam Ma made for special occasions.

He sniffs. Feels his eyes burn and wipes at them with his sleeve.

“Jas?” A raspy voice whispers from the archway, and Jasper freezes, his Ma, “What’s wrong, bambino?”

Jasper just sniffs again, dropping his arm as more tears start to fall.

“Oh, topo.” His Ma murmurs, lifting him onto her lap— he hadn’t seen her move, “My dear boy, what’s got you all worked up?”

“Miss Pa.” Jasper hiccups, “Miss you.”

He feels his Ma tense, before he runs a hand through his hair.

“I’m so sorry, topo,” she whispers, standing up, “I haven’t been a good madre this last month, have I?”

“Ma’s busy.” Jasper whines, burrowing closer, “S’okay.”

“No, no, topo.” She says, “It’s not okay. What are you doing down here all alone, baby?”

“..S’May.” He mutters.

Ma takes a deep breath, releases it with a shudder.

“Why don’t we…,” she pauses, “Why don’t we go see your Pa? He’s asleep, but bambino, if he wakes up like he has been…”

“Wanna see Pa.” He leans back, tears still in his eyes, “Miss him.”

“Alright.” His Ma says softly, settling him on her hip and making her way up the stairs, “If it’s too much, he won’t be upset if you leave.”

“Won’t.”

They reach the door, the door to Ma and Pa’s medical room, and Ma nudges it open.

There are several lamps still on, illuminating the room. His Pa is in one of the beds, leather restraints around his wrists and tummy. There’s red bandages around his chest, and as his Ma carries him closer he can see the same type of restraints around his ankles.

“Pa’s sick.” He whispers as his Ma settles into the chair beside the bed, holding him in her lap as they both watch the man.

“He is.” Ma’s voice is quiet.

Pa looks exhausted, long brown hair wild and messy— a strange look, Pa always took care of his hair— and dressed in an open button-down shirt. He’s pale, almost grey looking, with dark circles under his eyes. He’s breathing heavy, ragged, like his lungs aren’t working properly.

“He’ll be okay?”

Ma purses her lips against his hair, reaching out and holding one of Pa’s restrained hands.

“He will be.” She promises.

“…S’my birthday…” he whispers, “I’ll use my wish to make sure he’s okay.”

Ma smiles sadly, “Pa would want you to use it for yourself, topo.”

“I want Pa to be okay.” Jasper is determined.

Ma presses a kiss to his forehead, “Alright, little one.”

They sit in silence, before Ma starts to sing, quiet, soft, and slow.

“Buon compleanno a te,” she starts, “buon compleanno a te, buon compleanno a Jasper, buon compleanno a te...”

Jasper clings tighter, his gaze burning into his Pa’s body.

He’s there, still. Asleep and sick, but there.

Jasper still misses him.

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1925, he’s 67-years-a-State. He’s the oldest of the States that stayed, the only one of them who remembers their father as Congress and not Gov.

His Pa had woken up at the end of the war different. Grey eyes instead of green, skin perpetually pale and sickly. He gets sick and stays sick easier and longer than he used to.

He has trouble walking, most days.

Jasper started keeping an extra cane for his Pa whenever he would visit the other man, all too happy to watch his Ma and Pa dance, even for short periods of time. Happy to take over dancing with Ma when Pa couldn’t continue.

“How are you, my boy?” His Pa is quieter than he used to be, once the most jovial man in all the Northeast, but..

He’s still his Pa, and Jasper is more than willing to help and visit the man whenever he gets the chance.

“All good, Pa.”

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Minnesota watches the Statehouse dissolve into near pandemonium when his Pa arrives to take over the meetings. Watches his Pa’s gaze go cold when the others brush him off.

The other States always look confused when he and the younger kids gather close to the man after a meeting, as Minnesota helps him from his seat on bad days.

He watches when the realization hits. When they realize that his Pa is the man they once knew as Congress.

The midwest isn’t often remembered for much, if at all, but Minnesota will gladly show them what happens if you cross a man raised after the Civil War erased what little mercy his parents had left.

They may be merciful to the States, let things slide… but Minnesota is the oldest.

He remembers his Ma leaving the house in the dead of night during the Civil War, coming back clean but smelling of gunpowder and rust.

He remembers his parents in the Roaring 20’s, living in New York City and ignoring the laws despite being the Federal Government (he remembers offering to help, he knows how to dispose of a body, he knows each and every one of them have killed before).

He remembers his Pa in the 1940s, with a glint in his eye as he left for a ‘business trip’.

Minnesota, Jasper Jones, remembers.

Hello,

May I request an art from scene in He remembers?

That scene with Minnesota and Oregon. With Gov?

Yess! Baby States and Dad Gov!!!

*State Designs are liable to change!!

When you were talking about Loui headcannons you said one of the more magically inclined states, I think that implies there are more with magic

If so, who are these states?

Of course! I’ll have to explain what the States’/Personifications’ magic really is, first!

All Personifications have a little bit of magic, usually focused on their Do-Not-Notice-Me thing and their immediate environment (Emotions affecting temperature and overall mood of surrounding humans, things like that). Some of them have more magic, some have less, and no one really knows why.

The magic is stored partially within their blood, and they have a second ‘heart’ that stores and pumps the magick through their bloodstream. This ‘heart’ does not show up in X-Rays, nor when a State is cut open, and leaves no residue when a personification dies.

Loui is one of the States that is more magically inclined…though I suppose it’s better to say he’s one of the States with the most practice.

All States can do small things, like bringing a cup or the remote to them without getting up, several use it to help along with paperwork by filling their mugs or fetching a pen.

Loui has enough practice to do other things, such as spell casting, voodoo, and speaking to spirits.

Other States that are similar include:

Massachusetts, being the most practiced of all States. He can do a little bit of everything but enjoys doing things to inconvenience his enemies the most.

Oklahoma, just because I feel like it. His focus is on herbs and naturally grown remedies. So if you don’t want to take actual medicine, he’s got ya!

Oregon, he uses those healing/protection crystals and natural oils but they actually work. They work really well.

Nevada, she uses tarot cards and all the fun stuff people charge $30 for at carnivals or in back alleys. He’s the family psychic.

Robin and Adam. They change the land around them to better suit their needs (They don’t do it often and usually its minor. They don’t want to hurt the States!) They can move things around in their environment, either subtlety or really noticeable if they want to. They can turn something, like a pencil, into something else, a knife.

They see spirits if they actually focus on them (they’ve gotten used to them, honestly), and are living wards against evil, supernatural entities. They’ve also brought humans back from the dead on occasion!

Other personifications could do this sort of stuff too if they practiced, but most either don’t want to or don’t care all that much, while some want to learn but are afraid or don’t know where to start.

All in all, personifications are weird and Very Fun to think about. I want to squish them all like stress balls.

Ok someone help me or I'll go completely mad.

I remember there was a video of the Western states waiting for DC/Gov to announce whether it's a boy or a girl (el niño or la niña). I can't remember which one it was but California was, as always, f*cked. If this video exists or was completely made up, someone send me the link right away.

I also need it for research purposes.

Edit: thank you kind strangers for rb and helping me find answers. Anyways, back to my research paper