#statehumans oklahoma

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The Truth (Wattpad | Ao3)

Part One Here

Fall, 1970

“Okie!” Oklahoma heard his father call. His head shot up from where it had been resting on the table, and he quickly rushed towards his father’s voice.

“Yes? Do you need me?” He asked, coming up to where his father was. His father nodded and sighed.

“I need to tell you something, Oklahoma. Something that I definitely should have told you a while ago.” Father said. 

“What is it?” Oklahoma asked, curious.

“Oklahoma…” Father began, before hesitating slightly, “Oklahoma, the five civilized tribes didn’t kidnap you.” 

“What?” Oklahoma gasped out, nearly falling over in shock.

“I gave you to them to raise,” His father said. No, that…that couldn’t be true.

Could it?

“Why?” Oklahoma asked in a strangled voice. His father loved him. Why would he have abandoned Oklahoma with the Indians? 

“Because you were Indian Territory. But when Oklahoma Territory was created, I knew you would become a state someday. So I forced them to give you back.” Father said. Oklahoma nodded. His father has talked about this many times before.

“You saved me from them,” Oklahoma said. Father sighed and shook his head.

“I stole you from them. They were your family.” He said. Now, Oklahoma was the one shaking his head.

“No. You saved me from them. You are my family! Not them!” Oklahoma insisted. Why was his father saying all these weird lies right now? He knew the truth, and he had taught Oklahoma it.

“That was a lie. I never saved you. I said that to manipulate you. Oklahoma, I’m sorry.” His father said.

Oklahoma’s breathing was quick and panicked. He turned and bolted out of the room. Upon entering his room, he slammed the door shut and locked it.

“He’s lying, he’s lying, he's lying, he's lying. I’m American. Father saved me from the natives. I’m an American,” Oklahoma said, trying to convince himself that his father's statement wasn’t true. He had to be lying. He just had to be.

All that had happened since 1890 couldn’t be a lie. 

Oklahoma felt like he was falling, like he was drowning. Everything was too much. Those few words, that revelation, had ripped away Oklahoma’s safe world, his life.

Father had manipulated me, according to him at least. Oklahoma didn’t feel like he had been manipulated.

Maybe this was part of a bad joke. Maybe Oklahoma had done something wrong. Had he acted unAmerican? Had he acted too much like an Indian? Did he make them not trust him anymore?

“I’m American, I'm American, I'm American,” Oklahoma muttered desperately.

Oklahoma was American. He wasn’t an Indian. Why did his father say those things? Oklahoma must have done something wrong.

Oklahoma needed to do better. He needed to be better. He needed to make sure his father knew that Oklahoma was an American, through and through, regardless of the manipulation Oklahoma suffered at the hands of the Indians and regardless of the lie his father had just told. 

Maybe that was why he told Oklahoma. Perhaps this was a test!

That had to be it! This was a test by his father so Oklahoma could prove to his father that he was no longer corrupted by the Indians who kidnapped him. Oklahoma smiled.

Oklahoma was going to pass this test. 

He was an American. Not an Indian.

Anyone who said otherwise had to be wrong.

[universalcowboyclown2006]

Texlahoma:

Well~ when I started in the statehumans fandom, I used to ship and still shipping Texlahoma but I started without knowing the red river rivalry and I thought:

2021 me: "They're neighbors, they look cute together in my mind and now in my thoughts I declared them 'pololos' and husbands!!"

But then in 2022 I knew a little bit about the rivalry but just like:

2022 me: "Oh umm ok... They have that thing about the river thing but I think a 'hate to love' thing will work"

Then now in 2023 with WTTT I found the ship Texlahoma very hilarious and like:

"ajajajajshsjajajj!! Esos weys... *risas*" and "Aw~ they have story and they hate each other..."

"..."

"S3xual tension"

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

~classic incorrect quotes but make them Texas-centered cuz this man does not get enough attention imo~

@yellowrosefromtexas

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Someone: So do you like girls or guys?

Texas: ✨yes✨

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—WTTT!Texas meeting Statehumans!Texas—

SH!Texas: ….

WTTT!Texas: …. So does your dad love you?

SH!Texas: Nope.

WTTT!Texas: Same….

Both: ….

SH!Texas: Can you see out your left eye?

WTTT!Texas: Pfft- barely.

SH!Texas: Same.

Both: ….

Both: Do ya ever just wanna die?

Both: Yea….

Both: *cries in gay traumatized cowboys with daddy issues*

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Texas: When I see initials carved into a tree with a heart I think it’s so romantic. Two lovers on a date... one of them carrying a knife for some reason.

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Texas: I wonder who’s ruining my life. 


Texas: *looks in the mirror* 


Texas: So we meet again.

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Texas: Unfortunately, due to several experiences in my youth, I cannot just 'walk up and join a circle of people talking', but it does sound lovely, thank you.

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Texas: Sweet dog you got there. 


Police: Yes, this is our new drug sniffing dog. 


Texas: Still training huh? 


Police: What do you mean? 


Texas: 


Texas: Never mind. *under his breath* That was way too close-

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Texas: Wow, premarital hand-holding? How very unholy of us Cali.

California: I literally had you pinned to the wall 5 minutes ago as we made out wtf are you talking about-

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Texas: Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices. 


Texas: Then I remember that it’s the cities and the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time.

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Texas: You know, studies show that keeping a ladder in the house is more dangerous than a loaded gun. 


Texas: That's why I own TEN guns. 


Texas: Just in case some maniac tries to sneak in with a ladder.

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Texas: I keep a picture of all of us in my wallet. Whenever I face difficulties, I take it out and stare at the picture. 


The Chaos Squad: Awwww- 


Texas: And I tell myself "If I can deal with these idiots, then I can deal with anything." 


The Squad: Oh.

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Texas: I just realized that every person is living a life as vivid and complex as my own. 


Texas: 


Texas: I feel so bad for them.

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Texas, writing in his diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.

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Texas to Oklahoma after he insulted Loui for wearing a skirt: If looking good was a crime, you’d be a law abiding citizen.

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Texas: Assert your dominance over your friends by kicking them in the face, and then giving them a lil’ kiss on the cheek.

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Texas: And I’d love to be sorry for that, but we all know I’ve done much, much worse.

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Texas, after having a nosebleed: Welp. Time to wash the blood off my hands.

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Texas: My heart is guarded but like… very poorly. The kind of guards that would let 3 kids in a trench coat into an R rated movie.

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Texas: I hope no one lowkey hates me. 


Texas: Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being. 


Texas: Go big or go home.

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[cuntryhuman]

OKAHOMA!!!

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[lucky-fuyu]

I'm seeing ppl draw statehumans and I'm just like-

@lecuty @not-the-fortunate-ones are getting me all fuckin happy and stuff with their versionS-

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Sleepy Oklahoma

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[justskulkingaround]

This is Kansas and Oklahoma is filming

They’re making fun of Missouri

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[weirdestbooks]

Americanized (Wattpad | Ao3)

Part Two Here

Based on @walkingtalkingcountries's Headcanons for Oklahoma. These aren't mine, but I loved them so much I just had to write a oneshot for him on them. The headcanon is, in his words:

"Basically, Oklahoma was given to the Native tribes that were forced out of their homes in the trail of tears when he was a baby, and the tribes were told he was theirs to keep. While they were suffering substantially and certainly not happy, they tried to raise him the best they could, though it was a struggle. America infrequently checked on who he called 'Indian Territory', but eventually he started to become set on claiming his lands for himself. So naturally, America took Oklahoma away from them and basically re-raised him to be more American. Nowadays, Oklahoma is nearly unrecognizable to the tribes that'd raised him"

Summer, 1900

“I miss Oklahoma,” Choctaw said as he walked with his fellow “civilized tribes” through Fort Gibson. They had agreed to meet here to discuss the dwindling contact from Oklahoma. They were worried and had just spoken for an hour, pouring over his letters to see if there was any cause for concern.

But they found nothing. And that was more worrying than something.

“So do I. I’m worried. What if America did something to him or banned him from talking to us? You’ve heard about what they have been doing in those schools. What if the same things are happening to our son?” Chickasaw said, worry clear on her face.

“America sees him as his son, even though he abandoned him,” Cherokee said, as Creek patted her shoulder comfortingly, “and I don’t think he would do that.”

“But like you said, he abandoned Oklahoma. What if he did?” Seminole pointed out.

“Seminole. ᎰᏩᏧ. You aren’t helping anyone’s worry.” Cherokee said. Seminole groaned.

“Cherokee, we can’t trust America! When has he ever given us a reason to? He forced us off our lands; he took our son to ‘raise him properly.’ I don’t trust him with Okie’s safety, and you shouldn't either.” Seminole argued, making an excellent point that they probably all realized they were too nervous to voice.

“I know Sem-I-is that Okie?” Cherokee said, cutting off her statement and pointing further down the street. Choctaw looked to where she was pointing and nodded.

“That is him,” Chickasaw said, relief in her voice.

“OKLAHOMA! Hę̄r’s cē!” Creek yelled as they began rushing over. Choctaw saw Oklahoma’s head briefly turn to face them before turning away again and continuing down the street.

“Oklahoma, wait!” Choctaw said as a wide grin began to spread across his face. He put his hand on Oklahoma’s shoulder, and Oklahoma knocked it aside. Choctaw’s face changed to one of shock and confusion.

“Okie?” Seminole asked. Oklahoma turned to face them, and the first thing Choctaw noticed was how blank his face was. Oklahoma kept it neutral and expressionless. His eyes seemed distant and conflicted before they settled on resolute determination.

“What do you want?” He asked, his voice empty. His accent had changed, too. It sounded like a perfect American accent. It sounded like America’s.

Creek gave a small disbelieving laugh, “Okie, I know we haven’t seen you in almost a decade, but you don’t have to be so formal. We’re your family, after all!”

“No, you aren’t. I am not related to any Indians. My only family is Father and the other states.” Oklahoma said in the same blank tone. Choctaw felt as if someone had stabbed a knife in his heart. 

What had America done to him?

“ᎨᏍᏗ ᏱᎪᎵᎢᎦ.” Cherokee said.

“I do not speak Indian,” Oklahoma said, looking at Cherokee. The knife in Choctaw’s heart twisted. 

“That’s Cherokee, not Indian. Okie, you know that language. Cherokee taught you,” Choctaw said.

“I only know English and French. I don’t know any Indian tongues.” Oklahoma said. Choctaw felt sick. America had done something to their son. He warped him into a copy of himself, a copy of the same people who had put Oklahoma through so much strife.

“Yes, you do. We raised you with our languages, and we taught you them,” Seminole pleaded. Oklahoma barely spared him a glance.

“You did not raise me. Father told me about how you kidnapped me to use against him and raised me to be an Indian so that I would fight against him. Luckily, Father was able to save me and helped me realize what you did. So stop calling me nicknames. Those are reserved for family only.” Oklahoma said.

“But you are our son!” Choctaw insisted. Oklahoma’s neutral expression broke and changed to one of fury.

“I am not the son of savages.” He said. The knife buried itself deeper and deeper and kept twisting all the while.

He was so different now. What happened to Choctaw’s Okie, the one who would sit on his knee and ask for stories? The one who barely spoke any English after living with them for so long. The one who showed so much emotion in everything he did.

“Iki, iki!” Choctaw remembers Oklahoma, who was seven years old, saying as he approached Choctaw once, long ago, his hands clasped tightly around something.

“What is it, iso nakni?” Choctaw had asked. Oklahoma had smiled, showing his missing front tooth, and proudly stuck his hands out.

“I caught a frog! Look at it, Iki!” He babbled, gasping as the frog jumped out of his dirty hands. Tears had welled up in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, Iki!” He had cried. “I lost the frog.”

Choctaw had smiled warmly at him. “There will be other frogs. But if this one means so much to you, I will help you catch it again. How does that sound, Okie?”

Oklahoma said yes. Oklahoma was Choctaw’s son and his family.

But Oklahoma…he…

“What did America do to you?” Cherokee asked angrily. The blank expression returned.

“He simply taught me who I was supposed to be,” Oklahoma said.

“But this isn’t who you are! What did America do to make you this way? Did he hurt you?” Chickasaw asked.

“Father helped me so much. I will forever be in his debt. He helped me become an American, who I am supposed to be. Now, I have no reasons to talk to a group of Indians outside of politics, so unless you have something of that nature to discuss, I’ll be on my way.” Oklahoma said. They were silent, the shock rendering them speechless.

Oklahoma nodded, turned around, and began walking back down the road. 

He didn’t even say goodbye.

Choctaw fell to his knees and began sobbing. America had stolen his son and turned him into a stranger. Choctaw shouldn't have let America take him. But he did. And now Oklahoma was gone.

His son was gone.

[bishopknight0517]

Statehuman Head Cannons

Oklahoma has constant migraines and his vision is blurry. His head feels like its always spinning out of control (tornadoes)

Florida, Georgia, South and North Carolina have the same symptoms when they get sick. They have mucus in their chest, watery eyes, nose won’t quit running, and their head also spin (hurricanes and pollen)

New York used to smoke a lot but is now trying to quit (smog)

California has almost constant fevers (wildfires)

Texas and Arizona have unusually high body temperatures (Always hot)

Alaska has a unusually cold body temperature but has been known to get fevers (should always be cold but has been known to get wildfires)

[ask-sad-oklahoma]

Ask Me anything Please! ^^

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^ My version!!

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Casino.

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Oklahoma in a wedding dress

Nice-