#i love jaylen btw. and mike. and all of the garages

[autisticlalna]

ty for all the explanations!! i love learning abt stuff thru infodumps and youre so good at explaining events and stuff clearly in a way i understand, so this is just. the peak experience. and youre interested in So Much Cool Stuff!! this is such a neat intro to blaseball, it legit seems so fun

bruuuuh i adore the MaX skin so much!!!! its so pretty!!!!! the flannel is done so well, and the lil rip on the knee!! oh xes so charming. the colors are so good, i adore xem. and a whole removable jacket, im :o thats so cool!!! u are so talented in so many ways!! the wyatts should play mc together, it's what they deserve

esp for MaX bc theyre a Digital Ghost???? thats so good!!!! that is fantastic vibes omg!! xes so cool, oh my gosh. xes goals. glitchy nd nb characters are. such a culmination of vibes. i would pat xir floofy hair if xe were cool with it, xe seems so so rad, and ivy too!!! oh gosh all the wyatts are just the coolest people ever!! i am adoring their hat n sunglasses combo oooo! they r all so fantastic. do all the wyatts hang out even tho theyre on different teams? wyatt club sounds like such a good time, all the wyatts seem so neat

booo the coin!! is there extra power that comes from being The Official god of blaseball? bc four gods would seem to imply equal power levels except if coin wants to be the only god. which, rude. monitor and original wyatt both seem lovely

oh wow thats a lot of games! thats a cool season championship system. yall may not have won rankings but you did win MaX, so. whos the real bottom of the league here. is there a meaning to mild v wild, as well? like one is junior league and one is major? or theyre just split into two groups just bc?

and is. is there additional lore for unintentional necromancy? that sounds like like a safe and totally unconcerning thing. /hj and, hehehe, crow weather is whenever philza minecraft comes to watch a game n brings his chat

the peanut is so rude w the tacos pitchers tho, ffhgs, like jeez. did not expect shelled players to be such a concern

but yeah glad that one thursday was not, like, Everything sgfdggs, especially with That tales. that woulda been a whole lot for one day! v glad MaX and Ivy r both good, tho, that is an understandable problem for all the wyatt club

im glad my explanations make sense hgxlkdhgkldhf i just kinda. Go. i love saying words about things i love and blaseball sure is a thing that i love

this one is going under a cut bc i talk a Lot

TYVM AAAAA i love making minecraft skins,,, i have like. a whole bunch i should show off sometime. but i can never find a good way to get images of em fhgklshf but theyre very relaxing for me to make and hey if i ever need a skin for something i have, like, 50 of em fghklhgk

MAX IS THE COOLEST i got to kinda help w xer concept bc ! the garages on the discord do like, Lore Jams where we all band together and discuss concepts for the newest character and MaX’s was my first time participating and p much everything i suggested got incorporated??? which was super cool????? and there was a lot of us building off of each other and so many cool ideas and aaAAAA once MaX’s wiki page is done im deffo gonna share it here bc. its so good. theres a blaseball wiki (technically 2 but the fandom dot com one is defunct bc fandom dot com sucks) but some of the Garages are a bit out of date or dont have info up yet HOWEVER, MAX’S PAGE HAS ART I DREW, SO MY MAX DESIGN IS AS CLOSE TO CANON AS BLASEBALL GETS, WHICH IS??? OMG???????

MaX and Ivy kinda sorta hang out! MaX is uh. currently stuck in another dimension (there’s a gameplay mechanic called Elsewhere where if a player is on base they can get swept to Elsewhere and are out of play until they return. MaX got that mod and so has just been Gone ahfkxjdlhfj xe’s fine. there’s a waffle house) and xem meeting Ivy face-to-face is kinda risky bc of them potentially annihilating each other BUT that doesnt mean they cant be pen pals! so theyre pen pals. and ignoring the whole echoed-out-of-existence thing, the wyatts do all vibe together. which i would love to doodle if i didnt have to doodle 13 entire characters. but i very much like to think that theyre all friends and that none of them are actually Permanently Gone and Everything Is Fine and they like, talk about pokemon or share funny stories from their teams

so theres like, diff tiers of god i suppose? the Peanut & the Coin have more direct control over events, like they actively influence things that happen on the site, reward or rebuke the player base, and are generally in-canon responsible for things happening. the Monitor just kinda vibes, but also works under the Coin currently (and also the Coin fucked off and left the Monitor in charge, who is now very overworked and out of their depth) the Microphone has very little influence asides from a) twitter (bc. he has an official twitter he talks on. theres a couple canon in-character accounts run by the devs! altho the Microphone account has been inactive since he got sabotaged / the Re-Masoning happened) and b) speaking through Receivers, which are certain characters (like NaN!) who got a modification from the Microphone and can hear him in-canon. this is indicated in-game by the Receiver’s pregame rituals being messages from the Microphone, w the last update being “Have hope” ;w;

the league’s split up Just Because i think? it was smth that happened before i joined, it used to have a totally different division setup and then that got rearranged into mild v wild. i do not understand it very well beyond “cross-league play between wild and mild is very rare unless you make it to the playoffs” dhflkdhd i guess its like. OH okay so each sub-division (high vs low) can end up w different champions that then go to the playoffs to find out who’s the Best In The League? like uhh Wild High had the Tokyo Lift (edit: HADES TIGERS, FUCK Tokyo Lift got wildcarded in) and Wild Low had the Unlimited Tacos make it to the playoffs, and the Philadelphia Pies were the Mild High champs and the Canada Moist Talkers were Mild Low (and also won the championship overall! gg MTs, i was rooting hard for the Tacos tho)

BOY HOWDY, THE NECROMANCY. so. necromancy is actually a huge thing in blaseball lore. back at the end of season 1, Jaylen Hotdogfingers of the Seattle Garages was the first player to got incinerated after everyone voted to open the forbidden book, which did a LOT of things but mainly a) killed Jaylen b) added a weather type, Solar Eclipse, that players could get incinerated during c) fucked up the Moab Desert and turned it into a eldritch location so the Moab Sunbeams became the Hellmouth Sunbeams and d) was one of the reasons we ended up pissing off the Peanut

the Garages were DEVASTATED at losing Jaylen. she was our best pitcher! and her replacement, Mike Townsend, is. a disappointment. or, was, it was kinda a meme but now he’s better known as a credit to the team! there is a series of songs about him. because the Garages fans have a band called The Garages and they make very catchy songs about blaseball. here’s an album of songs about mike townsend and his character development

several seasons later, there was a vote option where if your team won the vote, the #14th ranked player on the idol leaderboard (which is like. popularity? you can choose a fav player.) would get recruited to your team. one of the teams, i dont remember which rn but it might’ve been the Baltimore Crabs messing around? found out that you can idolize dead players as long as you had access to their player page. cue a league-wide effort to get Jaylen to slot 14.

and this is like, one of the major turning points of blaseball. like, this happened after the Wyatt Masoning, but this is THE moment of blaseball imho. because it worked, and we got Jaylen back. Jaylen is, effectively, undead!

...except it turns out it comes with a price. Jaylen started having a unique Thing where, whenever she was up to pitch, she had a chance to hit a player with a ball and they got a new modifier, Unstable. no one knew what it meant until it finally activated-- anyone who’s in Solar Eclipse weather that’s Unstable just fuckin. goes up in flames. like the amount of incinerations SKYROCKETED. turns out Jaylen’s in Debt as a result of being necromancied, and shes gonna just keep getting players killed unless something is done

enter the Microphone. somehow, the Microphone strikes a deal and changes Jaylen’s debt-- now whenever Jaylen beans someone with a pitch, they’d get a modifier (Flickering) that made them more susceptible to switching teams in Feedback weather. which is far less lethal, thank FUCK, if still kinda a Mess bc it meant team rosters were all over the place. after that, the Microphone pulled some more strings and changed Jaylen’s debt AGAIN to something that activated in Reverb weather, which made it more likely for players to do their turn twice i think?

at this point in time, Jaylen’s debt is totally gone, although she’s been benched because of ending up with ultra-Flickering during the bossfight against the Peanut (she worked together with the Microphone, who gave her ultra-Flickering so she could hop between teams constantly and sabotage the Peanut’s team and it uh. didnt go away afterwards.) and when she finally flickered back over to the Garages we made the choice to bench her so she’d stay

...the thing is, uh. the fanbase has not learned from what happened to Jaylen. specifically the part where Jaylen killed a lot of people. there’s a player, Chorby Soul, who as part of a funny joke by the devs totally breaks the UI and also died like forever ago? and a small portion of the Garages fanbase won the raffle on MINISCULE odds to resurrect them. most of the Garages are not happy about this. there’s a chance that it Won’t end in murder bc each Debt variation Jaylen went through gave a different modifier, but its still not great, yknow?

...........and then, at the exact same voting results, a different team chose to necromancy another player, York Silk, who was a fan-favourite that’d gotten incinerated the same season

so there are uh. two players with the potential power to Kill loose in mild league rn

also, as a fun fact, MaX being able to echo modifiers means that, if circumstances line up, xe might echo Debt! :D WHICH IS. NOT GOOD. WE DO NOT WANT THIS

however there’s another fun thing which is that resurrected players also get the Returned modification, which at the end of a season has a chance to return them to the afterlife. this led to something hilarious recently where Sutton Picklestein got resurrected during an election and then INSTANTLY DIED AGAIN because Returned went off. he was alive again for, like, 9 seconds i think. it was beautiful

but yeah the necromancy / Jaylen plotline is kinda. was kinda one of the Main Plot Arcs of blaseball before finally getting resolved? and then whoops we now have TWO resurrected players this go around. AND this is happening at the same time as the Wyatt Re-Masoning. AND blaseball has gone on siesta for 2 weeks so everyone can take a break after. That. so, boy howdy,

[glitch-in-the-code]

mariner's revenge song by the decemberists is always a first choice for me to think abt michael and william angst. no more by natewantstobattle is a fnaf song, was not intended to be a michael song, and absolutely is one. jaylen hotdogfingers (settles the score) by the garages is a very hatred filled mike pov song. no idea if this is just me going insane btw but ive also always seen dear god by xtc as a very mike pov song too. i also do not have many will pov songs asbdsfjkasf

This was the first time I listened to Mariner’s Revenge song all the way through and it fucking slaps! I love the ending where he says ‘the last words you’ll ever hear’ and it plays the motif of what his mom said. No but I totally agree with you!! It fits them!!!

NateWantsToBattle was my go to for fnaf music, it all slaps!! I definitely agree with you again!!! It fits him so well!!! 

Jaylen Hotdogfingers also fucking slaps, you never miss!! I love how desperate the vocals are!! Plus, i like to imagine Mike was pretty good at baseball so that really adds to it. ‘You mighta killed me once before / But you won’t get the chance again.’ And ‘This is my redemption arc / I will be redeemed’ has me screaming and crying

No, I get it!! Dear God is a Mike song, idk if this’ll make much sense but I kind of view him as having religious trauma ontop of everything else and this song really fits! 

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hi king.. dreamyjaylen 12 perhabs

12- things you said when you thought I was asleep

hi thank you for suggesting this and also thanks for being patient while i procrastinated on this for almost a week <33 this is set in early season seven btw. also posted to ao3��here!

Sleeping through the night is out of the question entirely at this point, but this is the worst time to wake up. It’s not light out yet, won’t be for hours, but the city isn’t silent enough for Jaylen to fall asleep again. Judging by the ambient noise seeping in through the window behind the kitchen table, fans are already swarming in for an early Garages-Tigers game. 

Sometimes there’s the light patter of rain to drown it all out, especially this time of year, but tonight there’s nothing to keep her and her thoughts company. Nothing to pay attention to.

Jaylen used to think she was a shitty sleeper, even before everything. Now she could kick herself for whining over five hours of rest. It’s not about the exhaustion anymore– it’s about the loneliness. The physicality of the thing that never quite feels so bad when she’s got someone else to focus on. She can never get her mind to rest when she’s alone, and with Dreamy sound asleep in the other room, Jaylen feels more isolated than ever. Alone comes so easily these days, but the noise never leaves. There is no peace.

Even returned from the dead, there is no respite. Fucking figures.

Without even really thinking about it, Jaylen’s picking up her phone and scrolling to her contact list. It’s only once she finds her thumb hovering over Mike’s contact page that she realizes what she’s doing– more out of instinct than out of will at this point. But even if he could hear Jaylen now, he’s got no way of responding. 

Jaylen just wants to talk to a familiar face, no strings attached, and there’s not much of that going around these days.

All her teammates avoid her nowadays. Jaylen’s not naive; she sees them eyeing her like she’s some sort of caged animal, and nobody wants to be the one to toss her a slab of meat. They’re all scared they’ll be next. Which is fucking stupid– they all know full well she’s only hit players on opposing teams.

Anyways, she doesn’t think any of them would take too kindly to a late-night cold call. Duende offered Jaylen his number when she returned from the shadows, along with a hell of a lot of leeway when it came to missed practices. He told Jaylen she was welcome to call him if she needed anything at all. Still, he’s no Mike. 

No– that’s not fair to Teddy. Nobody could be. Regardless, calling him wouldn’t do Jaylen any good. She wants someone who’ll talk to her like a person, not like a captain. 

“Fuck it,” Jaylen grumbles to herself before pressing the dial button next to Mike’s name. She sits and traces the grooves of the wooden kitchen table while she waits. After five full rings of the dial tone, the line goes silent for a moment too long, and then it’s the same shitty little voicemail message in his shitty little Bellevue accent that Jaylen always teased him for.

“Hey! It’s Mike. Um, I guess I’m not here to pick up your call right now, which means I’m probably playing ball. I’ll call you back when I’m done, but in the meantime leave me a message. If it’s urgent, code word is knuckleball. Peace!”

Then she’s left to the silence of the message recording, and blood pounds in her ears against empty static. She’s only just gotten used to that feeling.

“Hey. It’s me.” Jaylen pauses for a moment like Mike could somehow respond, then berates herself for even considering the notion. “I… I don’t know. I just wanted to talk. To somebody.” Voice low, she curls into herself, suddenly self-aware.

She lets out a ragged exhale, just to get something out into the stale air. Just to fill the silence. “I didn’t know who else to call. I think most of me is still in there with you.” Begrudgingly, Jaylen lets herself imagine Mike listening wordlessly at the other end of the line. Like he’d shut up to save his own life.

“Nobody knows what to do with me anymore. You’d get that, I think. Everyone either loved or hated you. But with me… I don’t know.” Jaylen worries absently at a cuticle, and it doesn’t even bleed for a change. It’s long since stopped hurting when she does that. “It’s almost better when people hate me, or fear me– because at least they know what they’re getting into. There’s no sugarcoating it. They should be cautious, sure, but for themselves. Not for me.”

Jaylen imagines being around her is like standing too close to a fire. All of her feels crooked and rough and wolfish in a way that she’s never known before. She’s always looking to break something.

“I like it better when people are straightforward, when they can talk to me without acting like I might, like, combust out of nowhere. Even Dreamy looks at me like I’m delicate. I just want someone to treat me like a person, and she of all people should get that.” 

Jaylen doesn’t know when she got louder, but suddenly she’s hyper-aware of the dissonance between her voice and the hollow air on the other end of the line. She chokes out another shuddering breath, and the next inhale tastes hot and cloyingly metallic. 

The realization that she’s talking to an empty room does nothing for Jaylen’s confidence, but she presses on, softening her tone.

“I just… I love her so goddamn much. But I’m always afraid I’m hurting her, and she’s afraid to tell me. She doesn’t need to… to try and save me, or anything. Nobody needs to. The fans brought me back fucked up, and now they can deal with the consequences just like I am. I didn’t choose to come back this way, but I chose to hit all those players. Every single time.”

It’s true. And the worst fucking thing is that some hungry part of her needs that choice, relishes in it. If Jaylen could go back and live a normal life, she would in an instant, but here at least she means something. At least she’s useful. Whatever this game has put her through, it’s made her more real than she was before.

As for more alive. Well. 

“I mean, I deserve to be held accountable like–” Jaylen stops short at the figure in the shadows of the bedroom doorway.

Her hands shake as she sets her phone facedown on the kitchen table, and she tries not to sound too guilty. “Dream.”

Dreamy blinks, still bleary-eyed, and Jaylen curses herself for not thinking to put on a cup of coffee in advance. “Babe. You don’t need to, like, hang up. I don’t wanna interrupt.” 

“No, it’s fine.” Jaylen looks down at her hands. “I was... talking to Mike. Or his voicemail, I guess. I didn’t know who else to call.” When she glances back up at Dreamy, Jaylen doesn’t think she’s imagining the pity in her eyes.

Dreamy gives a quiet hum of understanding, already drifting over to stand behind Jaylen at the table. “Bad night for sleeping?”

Jaylen shrugs. “As per usual. Figure there’s no point in trying anymore.” She shifts to glance up at Dreamy. “How much did you hear?”

The ensuing beat of hesitation is just enough for Jaylen to feel appropriately self-conscious. Their shitty old radiator shudders to a start behind them. “A bit,” Dreamy admits. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but. Thin walls. I couldn’t sleep either.” 

She sets a comforting hand on Jaylen’s shoulder, tracing a sleep-warm thumb over the back of her neck. Every touch burns a little bit, since Jaylen’s come back, and she shoves down that initial instinct to flinch away. Instead, she leans into the warmth. Dreamy takes a breath. “I’d always be honest if you were hurting me, you know.” 

Maybe a little too much doubt seeps through in Jaylen’s short sigh, because Dreamy repeats, “I would, Jay.”

“I know you would,” Jaylen replies, carefully measured. “I’m just afraid that I’m doing it without even knowing. I want to know how I make you feel.”

Dreamy nods in the corner of Jaylen’s eye, and Jaylen tries to focus on the soft pressure of Dreamy’s thumb skimming over her skin. “Do I suffocate you?” Dreamy asks, more vulnerable than she was a moment earlier.

“No,” Jaylen replies immediately. “You’re the only thing that grounds me, most of the time.” It’s the only thing she knows for certain. 

It takes Dreamy a moment to respond.

“I thought you were gone again when I woke up,” she says, tone unreadable. The city buzzes on in the silence between them, already rousing itself slowly. “I thought maybe you’d been incinerated again somehow, until I heard your voice out here.”

Jaylen swallows numbly, and it tastes like smoke. “Sorry.” She wishes she could say more.

“Don’t be,” Dreamy murmurs. “Point is, I want you here. I don’t think we have a choice at this point, but you aren’t making me stay. I could leave if I wanted to.”

“Nothing is a choice these days,” Jaylen says. No matter how different life has become since she’s returned, things started changing far before that. Whatever life was before blaseball, there’s no turning back. None of it matters anymore.

It’s like she’s rotting away from the inside out these days, like she’s making up for lost time. It’s impossible to deny the blood pull at the heart of her, raw against the transience of her will. With every game, every wrong pitch, she becomes more myth than human. It’s all a balancing act, and Jaylen is losing.

“Right. So I just don’t want things to feel any more... wrong than they have to be.”

Jaylen laughs, hollow. “Too late.”

“Maybe so. But we’ll figure things out.” This time when she glances back at Dreamy, there’s none of that cautious reverence in her eyes. It’s softer, more familiar. It feels like a promise.

Sometimes Jaylen forgets she’s alive, like her body still doesn’t quite know how to operate. Every burning touch is a reminder of the way she’s spent the last five years. But when she looks up at Dreamy, Jaylen already feels more real. Dreamy is here, and Jaylen is too, and the tangibility of that makes it feel like it matters more.