Sooo Uhm. Before You Judge Let Me Defend My Case. Me And A Close Friend Of Mine (@rrawwrrxxdd And @rrawwrrterry

sooo uhm. before you judge let me defend my case. me and a close friend of mine (@rrawwrrxxdd and @rrawwrrterry i am posting their art because tumblr hates them and shadowbanned both of their accounts) started to IRONICALLY ship nate shapiro and TMP host. ironically. but something went wrong. the last art belongs to me, all the other stuff belongs to them SO. THE THING IS. that in our headcanon TMP host is a HUGE YDKJ nerd. (based on a lot of YDKJ references in TMP, just our "that would be funny" and him liking Schmitty a lot. i know that's because he's a Quiplash fan, but can't it be both?) and that is already reason why we headcanon TMP host trying to get appreciation from every YDKJ host he can. we ALSO headcanon that he succeeded in it with some of them, and befriended Schmitty, Cookie, Nate... and Buzz. Well... Buzz was after the whole Binjpipe thing. ANOTHER thing is that we headcanon TMP host as trying to receive Binjpipe's trust so he can dig deeper into it and ruin it from the inside. (yet it's not going quite well because he's a bit silly). AND ALL OF THIS STUFF THAT WE MADE UP LEAD TO ONE THING. Nate and TMP host could bond on them losing their close ones because of Binjpipe (cookie in simulation, buzz... hey, what is buzz up to? and losing any connection with schmitty because he is stressed as heck by the whole situation as well), and their paranoic behaviour, which can lead into teaming up and getting real close to each other, as the only ones "who really understand". and also they have a hilarious dynamic that's also important i also feel like i need to explain what's the context of the last thing. it's just a silly little shit i drew when it was Halloween so i made them celebrate Halloween as well... they're both drunk af and just having fun, they're not really close or in relationship yet but they really don't care but the biggest problem there is... we have no idea how to call this ship.