#trinity smaht

[lovelandfrogman]

blasetober day 7: lorcan smaht (+trinity smaht!!)

requested by @charaznablescanontoyota, specifically this irm!! it is SUCH a good concept omg.. appeals to me in particular (loves when ppl are different ppl but also the same person)

[glassgob]

i’m a knockout, anesthesia

[ID: Digital Illustration of Trinity Smaht from the video game Blaseball. Trinity is a Black femme with carcinized features resembling boxer crabs. Boxer crab patterning is visible on aer face, stomach, and legs. Aer hair resembles the sea anemones boxer crabs hold in their claws. Ae is wearing a NASCAR-inspired leotard covered in patches of aer former and current teams. End ID.]

[charaznablescanontoyota]

doing some 5 minute doodle requests for the crabs on our new forum

[transcarlo]

Homecoming (WIP)

Summary: Jacoby Podcast attempts to come to terms with the Smaht Siblings and time away from Baltimore Characters: Jacoby Podcast (jhe/jhur), Lorcan Smaht (ey/em), Trinity Smaht (ae/aer) Rating: T (references to alcohol and Blaseball-typical trauma) Notes: A little unpolished fic for Blaseball WIP Amnesty. I wrote this back in... the siesta after season 17 I think? It’s set during season 17 anyway. I meant to go back and polish it up to publishable standards, but Blaseball moved on, players changed teams, and that never happened. Thanks to the creators of @blaseballwipamnesty for giving me an excuse to publish it in it’s current state, because I do love a lot of things I wrote here. --

Lorcan is currently holding two margaritas, because ey are a reasonable person who doesn’t try to hold more drinks than ey have hands, Trin.

The fact that ey’re holding both drinks in the same hand because ey’ve been pitching with the other is irrelevant.

The aforementioned sibling is showing off aer sweet new gloves to anyone on either team who makes the mistake of not avoiding eye contact. It’s hilarious watching Worms players try to politely exit conversation with the overly friendly and completely tactless batter who managed to score half the runs against them this past game.

As such, Lorcan can be forgiven for not noticing Jacoby Podcast approaching until the wiry little pitcher is standing right next to em. Jhe’s scowling – Lorcan has no clue why because yeah Jacoby’s team might have lost this last game, but jhe pitched a hell of a game against them two days ago.

“Podcast!” Lorcan greets jhur. “Up high!”

See, it’s a good thing ey’s holding both margaritas in one hand.

Jacoby eyes the attempted high five with a suspicious look. Belatedly, Lorcan remembers that jhe’s kinda new at the whole “being human” thing.

“Trin!” ey shouts, “Up high!”

Trinity bolts across the field – leaving a relieved-looking Parker Meng suddenly free – to slam aer hand against Lorcan’s with the force of a bullet train.

“See? That’s a high five!”

“I know what a high five is, Smaht,” Jacoby tells em icily.

“Lorc, you’re hogging the drinks,” Trinity stage whispers.

“Oh! Duh!” Deftly, Lorcan plops one of eir drinks into the hands of a very confused Jacoby. “Help yourself! I dunno what’s in these, but they make me feel amazing!”

Jacoby still looks suspicious, but jhe does drink from the ridiculous curly straw so Lorcan counts it as a win.

“So how’s Ohio treating you?” Trin asks, trying to find the best angle for a selfie with aer new gloves.

“It’s fine. Great.”

“Great, huh? They gonna steal you from us?” Lorcan asks.

“Already happened.”

“Yeah, but not, like, permanently. You’re coming back in a season or so, right?” Trinity remarks. “You know the guys want you back.”

Jacoby’s eyes dart to the rest of the Crabs. Jhe looks homesick, Lorcan thinks.

“Look, if you like Ohio that much, no one will judge you if you stay. Or if you want to go gallivanting around the rest of the league. But if you do come back, I look forward to playing with you.”

Trin ruffles eir hair, and Lorcan briefly sees red at the reminder that eir sibling is so ungodly tall.

“When did my baby sib get so wise?” ae croons.

“You’re three minutes older than me, Trin.”

“Tiny baby. So smol. Infant.”

Lorcan laughs and aims a friendly punch at aer shoulder. Ae ducks out of the way and catches em in a headlock.

Lorcan shrieks and almost spills eir drink.

In the excitement, neither sibling notices Jacoby slipping away.

--

The Smahts aren’t a part of the Baltimore Jacoby remembers. The Crabs jhe knew had been sullen and angry, hurting from the scars of their failed fight against the Shelled one and their time spent Up. Even when Logan had joined them for a season, he’d never quite broke through that prickly exterior. But Kennedy doesn’t flinch at the first pitch anymore, even if she seems to be joined by literal ghosts more often than not. Pedro has returned from their times in Elsewhere with a gleam in his eyes that Jacoby doesn’t remember. Bertie catches a ball Lorcan aims at him with a grin instead of barely concealed fear.

Baltimore’s changed in the time Jacoby’s been gone.