#ahit conductor's grandkids

[crescentblossom66]

Yellow Bundles of (Pain) Joy

The first of the two fics that I submitted to @anachronism-ahitzine Please check out the other writers and artists.

It was seriously the last thing he needed right now, a brain-splitting headache that spread from the back all the way to the front of his cranium. It had been some time since he had to deal with such an annoyance, if the yellow bird's anger was high before, it was now on par with the force of a raging volcano, ready to erupt at any moment. At this rate his movie would never be finished in time.

His right ear-like feathers twitched before Conductor stood up from his director's chair, yelling 'cut' as he stormed over to the frantic Express Owl whose face was contorted in a mix of pain and panic, as he tried to free the tip of his wing from the jagged beak of a fluffy troublemaker. After the young bird realized that her grandfather was coming toward her, the little owlet let go, leaving a big bruise on the wing of the brown bird that handed the girl back to his boss with urgency.

The relief of the Express Owl was cut short when the Conductor glared and made a noise akin to a low growl “Cannae even take care o' a wee one. I'm surrounded by incompetent buffoons!” Even if the owls were already used to the temper and rage of their very irritable boss, it still caused them to shiver and scurry away in fear. His granddaughter buried her face in his chest, as the Conductor carried her back to the playpen that was kept in a room away from the set to avoid exactly the scenario that had just occurred. Why...Why did he have to watch over the little blighters now of all times? It was only a few more months until his movie had to be finished and that meant that he could hardly spare a minute, let alone days to watch over his grandkids!

When he got close to the door of the room the little owlets were kept in, he felt his anger flare up yet again, as he could already hear that something was wrong. He hoped that the commotion was only caused by the disappearance of his granddaughter that he was returning, but of course, luck wasn't on his side today. The moment he opened the door, his gaze immediately fell on an empty playpen. The owl that he snapped his head toward, looked like he wanted to be anywhere else just not right where he was. “Ye better tell me that ye took the wee ones out fer a stroll, laddie.”

Rather than deal with the apparent rage that the owl could not only see, but feel coming off the director like an oppressive, malicious aura, the other bird quickly stormed past him. “I have no idea how they got out!”, the fleeing bird informed as he sprinted down the hall faster than the Conductor had ever seen an Express Owl run...If only they could run this fast in his movies, maybe then they'd not get singed in explosions all the time.

The young owl in his arms started to twist and turn as if uncomfortable, which made the yellow bird realize that he was holding onto her too tightly in his angry state. “I'm sorry, lassie. I didn't mean ta scare ye.” He felt horrible, he had scared his granddaughter so much that she wanted to get away from him. The girl chirped happily when he cradled her in his arms and pet over her head...He could only hope that no one saw that. “Alright, let's go look fer yer siblings.”

He found the first one of the little troublemakers on the top of the huge barn on his set, just walking on the roof tiles with unsteady steps. Before the true gravity of the situation sunk in and he sprinted off to get the young owl, he briefly wondered how his grandson had even gotten up there in the first place, given that he could hardly walk without falling over backwards. The old bird nearly slipped off the roof himself as a loose tile shifted under him. The things he did to keep them safe...Breaking a bone would still have been less problematic than facing the ire of his beloved daughter though, of that he was certain.

“Ye cannae simply run away like that, laddie, ye worried yer grandpa sick.” He picked up the young boy whose feathers lowered as his grandfather lightly scolded him. Getting down with the fragile baby bird proved rather difficult, but thankfully his incompetent owls used their brains for once and brought over a ladder for him to descend safely.

The yellow bird only had time to thank his subordinates briefly as movement and yellow plumage caught his attention down the hallway, heading to his other set. He shoved his grandson into the arms of the Express Owl closest to him, the disapproval of this action was visible on both, as the brown owl stretched his wings out to keep the toddler as far away from him as possible, while the fluffy baby watched his family member leave while lightly sobbing. The director nearly recoiled when he noticed the state of his normally neatly organized dressing room which now looked like a hurricane had torn through it. All the costumes were mixed together on various piles instead of hanging from the clothes hangers that they had originally been placed upon. “Holy peck!” The Conductor balled his talons to fists, his sharp claws nearly digging into his palm as his eyes scanned the room for the little perpetrator that he found with ease, as a pile of clothes in the back moved and gave away the position of his second granddaughter. The little bird was revealed after he tossed neck scarfs, vest, and purposefully ripped and dirtied trousers behind him. Not noticing his presence yet, the young girl continued to put a ruby necklace on that was intended for a wealthy side character in his upcoming movie. She protested and chirped when he pulled the accessory off and carried her out of the room with a scowl on his face.

“Stay in here, ye got that? I know ye want ta play, but I got a movie to record, I ain't got the time right now.” He informed the three young birds that he had found so far, after placing them back in the playpen.

He was about to head back outside the make-shift kids room, when he noticed a couple of Moon Penguins brusquely walking down the hallway, holding one of his grandsons. The way they held him didn't sit right with neither the owlet nor his disgruntled grandfather as they held the young boy by the scruff on his neck like they were taking out the trash, rather than carry an infant. “Don't leave your little terrors on our side of the studio, a'ight. We're not a daycare!” The penguin that was holding the unhappy toddler, dumped said owlet into his arms and dusted off their flippers. The Conductor would have snapped at them if wasn't for the fact that he needed to calm down his grandson first, who appeared glad that he was reunited with him.

“It's true that ye ain't daycare workers, yer a bunch o' talentless clowns who ain't got no idea how to handle a young owl.” The two birds that had started to walk back, turned around once more, their annoyance shifting to spite. Dealing with their leader's arch nemesis was trying their patience enough already, getting insulted over a problem that the yellow- feathered director had caused himself, only angered them more.

“Hey! We wouldn't even have to come over here if YOU had these mini terrors under control! This one nearly ruined the electricity on our set by playing with the cables!”

The Western director contemplated whether he should scold or praise his grandson for doing that, on one hand, he got himself in danger, on the other, he was sabotaging the set of his rival. Instead of admitting to failed supervision, he smirked at the angered penguin. “As if he could ruin that set, it's already held together with duct tape and glue. I wouldnae even call it a set, more like shabby dump!” The self-satisfied bird watched as the more agitated one of the two Moon Penguins gritted his beak and was pulled back by his slightly more calm coworker. It appeared that the more sensible one of the two tried to deescalate the situation by getting his enraged friend away from the director.

Now he had four of his five grandkids back together, he was only missing one, the one that he secretly liked the most...even if picking favorites was a bit of an awful thing to do. His favorite grandson was nowhere to be seen though, not on his sets, nor in the hallway or even the lobby. The Conductor was cursing under his breath when he reluctantly entered the one area that he hadn't looked yet, his rival's side of the studio. Given that the Moon Penguins had brought back one of the little blighters, it wasn't far-fetched to assume that the young boy was over there as well. He ignored the stares and the confusion on the penguins, that seemed to stop dead in their tracks and ceased what they were doing the moment they spotted the Western director just barge in and walk through the sets and down the hallway. When one brave penguin decided to try and stop the yellow owl, he was met with a death-glare and a low growl, which caused the poor bird to step back.

After reaching the end of the hallway, completely unopposed, the Conductor could hear the happy chirps of his missing grandson...and when he opened the door, he was greeted by a sight that he would never have expected. His grandson was smiling widely and made happy chirps and giggles while being lightly thrown into the air and when caught again by none other than his rival. “Come on, darling, up you go again.” The disco-loving bird tossed the boy, who flapped his tiny wings up and down, as if trying to catch the wind to fly, while seemingly having a lot of fun. Fun was the last thing that his grandpa had, however, as he stomped his way into the room.

“What do ye think yer doin' ta me grandson?!” The DJ seemed to not have heard him enter, being so focused on the baby bird, he gasped and visibly flinched while catching the boy again.

“I'm playing with him, darling, something you clearly neglected to do.” The way the young bird snuggled into the exposed feathers on his rival's chest made his blood boil even more, and caused the Conductor to reach out and grab his grandson, pulling him away from the tall penguin. Unsurprisingly, the tiny bird began to cry.

“Look at what you've done, Conductor, the little darling started to cry!” The owl was shocked to hear his grandson suddenly wail as he was being carried away by him.

“You kidnapper! You stole him from his playpen just to spite me, eh! Ye peck neck!” The penguin rolled his eyes at the accusation, his shades hiding the action from the other bird who tried to calm the little one down.

“I did no such thing, Conductor, he fell out of the vent and thankfully landed in my hair. I was going to return him.” The sci-fi director tried to reach out to the little owlet and the young bird rose his tiny wings out toward him in an attempt to wiggle out of the tight hold he found himself in.

The Conductor was about to just take the missing child back to the others that he had already gathered, but loud noises in the vent above, and the screaming of panicked Express Owls that were shut down by louder yelling from the Moon Penguins, caused him to stop dead in his tracks. When he focused, the yellow owl could make out “Conductor” and “Grandchildren” in the cacophony of voices. The kids must have escaped again!

Swallowing the harsh insults with which he wanted to express his anger and disappointment for the lack of competence his owls displayed, he took a look at the vent shaft that his grandson had supposedly used to get to the DJ's dressing room. Said DJ observed him for a moment and wanted to open his beak to ask what his rival was doing. The penguin couldn't help but laugh when his rival tried to look up the vent and was brought to the ground as four little owlets fell right on him. “Need some help there, darling?”

The ear-like feathers of the old owl twitched as he sat up again. “I donnae need yer help!-” He turned to look at the young birds with rage still present in his voice. “- Come here!” The owlets started to hide behind the flashy penguin, shaking with fear and whimpering. The yellow bird didn't need the disapproving glare from his rival to know that he had messed up badly...He had scared his grandkids. “I'm sorry, I...I should have taken some time off to play with ye.” His voice was uncharacteristically quiet, the confidence in it gone. They only wanted to be with him...and he had just shoved them away.

When the owlets hesitated, the sci-fi director put his contempt for the old owl behind and bent down to talk to the kids. “How about we get you some toys, darlings?” That got their attention easily. DJ Grooves sent his penguins to pick up some of the cheap plastic props from storage. The Conductor meanwhile, had an idea to get the affection of his grandkids back and had his owls set up the big trainset that he had shoved into a corner of his office and put it on his set. Maybe he should have looked at the measurements before buying it.

The young birds played with the small space shuttles that the DJ had brought for them...until they heard the high pitched sound of a train whistle on a smaller scale. The yellow owl watched as his grandkids admired the train and the three carts it pulled. He was a bit worried when they decided to climb onto the carts and ride around on them, but he smiled when he noticed their happy faces and cheerful chirps. Wondering where the kids had went, the penguin checked on his rival's set, finding the old bird in the middle of a small railroad, surrounded by ecstatic owlets. He rolled his eyes when the Conductor noticed him and gave his signature smug smile, the very same one he always had to endure whenever the Western director won the Award. “Did ye think ye could replace me, DJ peck neck? Nae, ye cannae have 'em, I love these wee blighters!”

[conductors-grandkids-in-places]

Jail. They went to jail

what crimes did they commit

(holy shit an ask finally)

[hatgame]

[reborn-ahit-au]

After everything that had happened, Conductor realised that he should appreciate every little thing while it lasts

[not-a-peckneck-at-all]

he's usin' his ipad time well ah see

[atariaaren]

wgat made you like conductor so much??? (/lh)

OH BOY HERE WE GO

there's actually a lot of reasons that i wont really get into here but! tl;dr i was going through a really tough time when i first got into a hat in time and i kind of fixated on him through a majority of that time which caused me to enjoy him so much, and him just kind of existing helped pull me out of that rut as cheesy and silly as it sounds?

it wasn't out of me relating to him per-se? although i do see myself in *some* parts of his character (like his hotheadedness and him holding grudges and stuff), i just think he's neat, and how he acts towards his grandkids in the SLD DLC really sold my feelings towards him, especially from him actively searching for them during the time the ship crashed, which kinda served as a "see! he does care!" moment for me i suppose?

but, i mean??? even regardless of that- he's a scottish owl who has a really cool design thats voiced by the joker AND smash ultimate guy, why wouldnt i like him? why wouldnt YOU like him? this is now connie propaganda go show him love!

anyway i guess my simple enjoyment for him developed into a mini fictional crush for some time because hes been part of the polycule for awhile despite me not even realizing im gay until. recently /hj

though fyi! hes not actually my only favorite character in ahit, HOWEVER he is my #1 fave which is why i draw and post him a bunch hehe, hope this helps!!!

[down-with-the-mafia]

hmmm some random ahit holiday headcanons

- The mafia celebrate a holiday called Fishmas. It's basically Christmas except everything is fish themed. Their holiday lights are shaped like fish. It never snows in mafia town and I'm pretty sure the only trees there are palm trees, so they decorate the palm trees with lights and garlands and stuff. It's chillier than usual in winter even if there's no snow so they might dress a bit warmer than usual but probably not heavy coats or anything

- the people originally from the island don't celebrate that, though, it's just the mafia. Mu used to celebrate a holiday called Star Day with her family. It was celebrated winter solstice (the longest night of the year) and is usually spent stargazing with friends and family. Stories would be shared about constellations, like legends and mythology and stuff. Mu doesn't really celebrate anymore because she doesn't have a way of getting decorations and if she tried to throw a party of any kind the mafia would ruin it, but she might still try to give little gifts to the coffee clerks and stuff.

- idk what they'd call it but I think the owls would like. get a week off of work and school and all that to spend at home with family. Probably a lot of bird food, like idk birdseed pie or something. Conductor spends the holiday with his whole family, they all get together (his brothers, kids, grandkids, etc.) and eat a big meal. They don't really give gifts other than the food, but Cond usually tries to release a holiday movie before then and he'd watch that with his family. It's cold so they hang out around the fire place. Cond probably drinks too much =/

- Penguins just celebrate the new year. Celebrations are pretty much the same as normal (as in our world I mean), but again I think Grooves releases a holiday movie. He gets very dressed up and throws a big party. He would absolutely have those sunglasses that say the year on them. He gets gifts for like, all the penguins, and they all get gifts for him too. How do they determine the time (for midnight) if they're on the moon you ask? Um lol idk I don't care don't talk to me

- Subcon has a very old holiday called Day of the Frost that is based on an old legend that was probably true about a being with ice powers that covered the world in ice and snow. (Very old legend, started long before Vanessa was born, I say it's probably true because someone before her probably had ice powers, maybe even her ancestor or something.) Because of the legend's nature being kinda creepy, the holiday generally has a campfire story kinda tradition (except it's more often around a fireplace instead of a campfire). Snatcher owns a lot of old books that were common day of the frost stories, and he still reads them sometimes around the holidays.

- it does snow in Subcon in winter, but it's usually a pretty light snow (what with the constantly burning forests and shit lol) unless it's near Vanessa's manner, where it gets pecking blizzards. The fire spirits have trouble burning bright enough to die in the cold, but they try to burn as bright as they can, so they might stay indoors or huddle up close to each-other by a fire.

- Alpine celebrates Twilight Fest, which is about celebrating their history and the Twilight Goat through spending time with their community with games and treats. At home, they'd probably eat a lot of soups and pastries, and common festival food would include a lot of sweets and maybe some kind of nut coated in cinnamon or caramel or something. Like Star Day, it can include star gazing and discussion of constellations, but it's usually a bit more focused on ringing bells and playing songs.

- The ocean would be frozen over in winter, so boats would have a hard time going anywhere lol. The Walrus Captain and the seals wouldn't have work because of that. Not sure if they'd have a specific holiday, but they'd get a break from work. I could picture the seals making snowmen or something tbh.

- I think the metro also just celebrates New Year? A lot of the stores probably go on sale for people to buy gifts. A lot of winter-specific foods and drinks at the restaurants, like hot chocolate with peppermint or something. Timmy just goes to McDonyald's to eat chicken nuggets because he doesn't care but Bow would probably love the holiday drinks. A lot of holiday decorations all over the place, lots of pretty lights and stuff.

- Hat and Bow din't really celebrate any winter holidays back home, but they're happy to join their friends to celebrate whatever on this planet. Some of these take place over multiple days, so they have the time to celebrate a buncha stuff. I imagine they'd both prioritize spending time with Mu, just so that she has someone to talk about the island's old holidays with and have a little mini celebration or party. Maybe they'd also get cooking cat, and they'd bake holiday treats together. Hat and Bow could maybe try to get some decorations together for Mu's cave.

- Not sure about badge seller and tourist. Idk if badge is even from that world?? They feel like they might be from another dimension so idk if there are holidays there lol. I can't really picture them celebrating much. Tourist might celebrate something but idk what, he'd probably enjoy travelling around and seeing the winter holidays all over though.

- Hat and Bow like the holiday lights, they put those around the ship. Maybe they give Rumbi a silly little Santa hat or something.

[fictionkinfessions]

Peck it. I'm doing the ask games all at once.

Did we celebrate Halloween in any way? Yes. My daughter and I did so many duo costumes when she was a wee lass. I'd always let her decide what I dressed up as when she was younger. One year she got me to dress up as DJ Peckneck, which. That one was embarrassing, but hey. I loved Halloween-- Horror movies, taking the grandkids trick-or-treating, costumes? It was PERFECT! I'd always dress up as characters from old murder mystery novels, too-- Usually ones written by Agatha Christie, or whatever her equivalent was in our world.

Nicknames: Ohohoh, I remember those nicknames. Connie from Grooves, Con from my brother, Ducky from the lass... She couldn't speak well enough to say the whole thing, so she just called me Ducky. I went along with it. I'd usually just call them what they were-- pecknecks, lass, or DJ Peckneck, heh. We had the Hat Lass (Grooves called her the little darling), we had Al (Mafia Boss), and we had a few others. I wasn't one for giving nicknames, but Grooves loved to.

Holidays: Well, it was the Snow Festival (Christmas), and whatever Halloween was actually called, there was the Wind Festival and the Spirit Festival in the Alpines... Back in my hometown we had Founder's Day which was really just an excuse for us all to meet in the town square for a great potluck. We celebrated birthdays (Well, not mine, I never really had a real birthday so much as an adoption day), and the parties Grooves threw every year after the Award Ceremony, no matter who won. I'd usually stop by, get a drink, and leave. Never stayed at any of his parties long, found 'em too loud. We were mostly calling them Festivals instead of holidays. I know the Mafia lads had "Landing Day," which was a big fishing celebration with plays and too much fish to count, and Subcon used to have giant parties for birthdays in the royal family. Can't tell you a thing about if the Metro had any events, though. Plenty of different cultures on our planet. plenty of different events, but most everyone celebrated the Snow Festival or some version of it, whatever they called it. Me, I grew up with it being called "Coldest Day" because I lived in a desert.

Wow, lots to say today, eh? It's a good day for a good ramble, I guess. Needed to get some thoughts out there. Still gonna keep looking around my brainspace for any other thoughts that fell off the train of thought.

That's all from your local Conductor (AHIT) today, folks. -[#⏳🍂🐀]

[sadunacc]

some doodles for the Seal the Deal DLC

(also I was sad we didn’t get to see Snatcher on the ship)

~reblogs are appreciated!~

[majormeilani]

incidentally, he teaches them swears

[crescentblossom66]

Prompt 30 Teaching

“Why? Oh why does this always happen?” The tall penguin sighed as he was crawling under the desk and fumbled with the wires of the PC that was controlling the sound and visual effects of his set. How did those always disconnect when he needed them the most? He suspected the meddling of his rival, but, as far as he knew, the owls were currently not at the studio, so it couldn't have been them. DJ Grooves noticed that his cables were all unplugged from the back of the computer, forcing him to plug them all back in. As he reached around the back of the PC to the area behind it to pull the PC away from the desk to see what he was doing, he yelped and recoiled in pain as something bit him. A rodent? But how did a rodent unplug all his cables?

He placed his flippers at the sides of the electrical device, pulling it out which revealed something he truly didn't expect. In the corner of the room, tilting his head at him was one of those yellow terrors that were otherwise known as the Conductor's grandchildren. The two first glared at each other for a few moments before the DJ sighed. “Leave it to the Conductor to leave behind one of his grandkids.” He bent down under the desk again to be on the same level as the young bird who seemed to contemplate whether to run or to hide. “Hey there, little darling. Where's your grandpa?” The soft smile he showed did nothing to ease the seemingly slightly afraid kid, instead, the young boy launched at him, trying to bite him. Of course that kid would choose violence, they really did behave like the spawn of that lunatic. Not expecting the random attack from the yellow owlet, the DJ got bit in his other flipper, it caused him to hiss and try to shake his flipper free of the jaws of the mini Conductor.

As he moved his arm to get the vicious child to let go, he hit the power button of the PC and the lights of the set came back on which immediately caused the kid's focus on biting his arm off to be redirected at the flashing colors instead.

The DJ was relieved to have his arm back, rubbing the wounded area. The owlet's head feathers were perked up and he seemed entranced by the light, chirping happily. Curious because of the reaction of the small bird, the tall penguin pressed the button on his keyboard that made the sound of an air horn which startled the kid, but caused him to clap and turn back to the penguin. “Wanna give it a try?” He showed the kid which buttons to press and the kid laughed at each one, from the one that played a squeaking noise meant for a character whose shoes were meant to squeak after a sudden stop, all the way to the sound of glass dishes shattering on the floor. DJ Grooves had to admit that this cute troublemaker was growing on him a bit after watching him have fun with the soundboard, the same couldn't be said about the kid's grandfather who burst into the room, demanding his grandchild back as if he was holding the owlet hostage.

[conductors-grandkids-in-places]

dashcon ballpit please

your welcome

[sunnzii]

There is something about Conductor when people draw him with his grandkids… he is so soft around them 🥺

[bugslap]

*train rush plays on loop in my brain*

(clicking makes it better)

[reborn-ahit-au]

The grandbabies dont know how to swim yet, this is the solution.

Theyre just relaxing after all the drama that happened. Attempting to at least.

[artwithlemon]

[Image description: The human form of Snatcher from A Hat in Time wearing the sweater that says I’m A Luxury--- on the front and Few Can Afford on the back. He is holding the grandchild of the Conductor from A Hat in Time in his right hand. /end image description]