#and the feather in his hat is redd's

[silvr-skreen]

hey did you guys knowed that i um. headcanon them as relatives. all of them. (Cousins btw!! and they all have the tooth gap bc it runs in the family.) some headcanons n design notes below:

Sads is Atticus's cousin on the paternal side (and prester's kid bc its the funniest outcome) the weird lines on the foot is basically just me giving him my surgery scars in the form of dents. (and his design is based on that fake chup advert poster thing)

Winston's his cousin on the maternal side (i gave him fun colors bc i think he deserves neons and stuff. also he lost his foot owie ow

atticus is a big wig who got a loan shark frame on accident, and it was kinda painful to try and fit it all in there. he's also got those cool feet bc idc i like that it goes hard. and see thru plasticine legs bc i thought it'd be cool to give cogs see thru parts.

Sads also has that its on his torso and upper thighs kinda like how a lot of people drew sans with a "body" and stuff. winny used to have it but like. all bones. so sad.

oh. btw atticus's pupils being different sizes is healthy, he's got an anisocoria which is a medical condition where his pupils are different sizes, and he's got mild dry eyes (its caused by a mix of the head injury from BTL and also medication -- Fluxotine and Risperidone)

[wackysach]

Can we get some dhmis main trio headcanons from you? 🎤

*taps microphone gently* you may.

doi 🌻: - heart of the group. sensitive to others' emotions and empathic to the core. he may not have the right words to express what he's thinking, but know whatever he's feeling, he's feeling very deeply. - certified pasta fiend. the others have learned to stop asking him what he wants for dinner because chances are the answer will be spaghetti. every. time. (though if there were already plans to make it, redd will end up asking him anyway so they can pretend like he got to decide what the household ate for the night. he ends up happy, everyone smiles and nods. it's a win-win.) - always seems to be lost in his own little world; drawing, humming, daydreaming, etc. don't mistake this for him not listening though, because if you do, you might end up hearing him parakeet something you didn't exactly want him to hear... - his name isn't "doi." in fact, no one actually knows what it's supposed to be. when sketch first opened his file and looked under the name section, they couldn't make out what was a letter from a number, or if roy's handwriting was just that bad. thus they resorted to using the only three consecutive letters they could make out: "D-O-I." but he doesn't mind. he likes it !

duck 🦆: - a grumpy, old soul who still carries around the belief that he should be the one in charge because he's the oldest of the three, so obviously that means he's also the wisest. duh, shouldn't you know that by know, stupid ? aren't you stupid... - has taken on the onus of decorating the house with various old knickknacks and hunting paraphernalia. if there's any way to get on his good side, ask him about history. just be sure to grab a chair while you're at it, you'll be stuck listening for an hour (or two). - yes, the feathers get everywhere. no, he's not embarrassed about it. deal with it. - owns an extensive tie collection. all of them coming in different colors, patterns, and textures. he's not exactly fond of them being touched (and despite the massive number of them, he very much knows when one has gone missing), but on the rare occasions he's feeling generous, he'll allow redd to take one to work so long as he comes back to report how many compliments he got on it.

redd 🧣: - considerably less emotive and more reserved than the other two, but definitely not emotionless. redd has a lot of complex feelings about the situation he's in, yet doesn't know when or how to get them out... or who or what might be watching him when he does. - sort of a sickly fellow. anemia, anxiety, and insomnia keeping him on a constant mental and physical edge, mixed with a pesky smoking habit doesn't really make him the healthiest guy around. but he swears he's going to quit one of these days. he will ! yeah... eventually. - does not like owls. thinks they're creepy. the way they swivel their heads around to make sure you're in full view of their large, bulbous eyes and sound like they're repeating "who ? who ? who ?" over and over again. who what ? he doesn't know. stop asking him questions. it's freaking him out. - while the eyes on his hat do move, if you mention something about it, he'll act like he doesn't know what you're talking about.

[crescentblossom66]

First Train on the Moon Part 1

I know it's late and only half finished so far, but I'll write part 2 as soon as I'm able. Enjoy this late birthday present, @nasubeenwithcat I hope you like more conductor brother content. Conductor (Connor) is back to being the nice version of him from the beta of Train Rush, by the way. Just wanted to point that out so that him being OOC is explained. I guess he's closer to Japanese Conductor that way :)

The sun was up high already causing the sand that it shone on to sparkle and glitter, sometimes he wondered if it would turn to glass if the desert he and his brothers called their home would get any hotter. Unlike him, the passengers on the train likely were more than glad about the AC on that was keeping the compartments from turning into blazing ovens with stagnant air. Connor was snapped out of his thoughts by the crying of a young boy that caught his attention immediately. Not wasting a single moment, he went over to the boy that the boy's mother was trying to comfort to the best of her ability. “Everythin' alright here, lil' guy?” He bent down to boy's level, giving him a soft smile which caused the cries to die down and be replaced by quiet sobs instead. That easy smile and his good nature was exactly why Connor of all four of them was the one taking care of the needs of the passengers. People liked how approachable and kindhearted he was.

“I-I lost my toy...I can't find him. Now Tricie's all alone. This placed is scary.” The young boy lamented, wiping away tears with his sleeve.

The black-suited conductor looked at the boy with sympathy. “Oh dear, ye're best friend got lost on the train, eh? I know this here train better than anyone else, I'm sure that I can find yer wee buddy. What does Tricie look like?”

“He's a green triceratops with a cool yellow hat and a cape. He's a superhero.” Through his tears, the young child gave a proud smile.

“Then I'm sure ye needn't worry about 'im till I find 'im. He's strong and not afraid.” A small nod came from the boy, and he realized that he was feeling scared without his toy. The yellow owl checked his pockets for something that could cheer the boy up, but found nothing. “You know who else isnae scared of anyhing'? A train conductor like me. We get protected by our hats. They may look silly, but they ward off scary things like bad guys and protect from scary placed.-” The boy glanced at the black cap that the owl held in his wings. “-It will be hard fer me ta not be scared with it gone, buy it will protect ye until I find yer superhero friend.” He gently placed the cap on the head of the boy for whom the accessory was way too big, so it almost obscured his eyes. For a moment, the older bird cringed internally, thinking that his little temporary gift hadn't done the trick, he was more than happy when the boy smiled.

“Mom, do I look cool?” With a new gleam in his eyes, the young bird turned to his mother who chuckled and gave a silent thanks to Connor by looking at him with a small smile. Having done his job, the yellow bird walked through the compartment, keeping an eye open for the toy of the boy.

He stepped out of the passenger cart and out to the caboose where he found his rust-red-feathered younger brother Redd who sitting on the ground, leaning against the railing with his hat dipped low and his hands behind his head. Connor shook his head at his slacker of a brother and gave the offending bird's foot a light kick which startled the red bird. Redd awkwardly flailed around briefly, being startled awake and torn out of his brief slumber. “What the peck, Con! I was having such a nice dream!” He crossed his wings as if his older sibling was the one who did something wrong. “I was winning big time in the casino on the other side of town, got a couple of pretty girls next ta me and...” He trailed off once he realized that the other was having none of it.

“Listen here, Redd. This lovely train doesnae run itself. All o' us need ta do our parts and ye slackin' off his ain't helpin' any o' us.”

The red bird dusted off his light brown suit and straightened his tie. “Don't be a stick in the mud too, Con. Why can't we ever enjoy life a bit? Ye sound like Walter.”

“Don't ye try and guilt-trip me, Redd. I wouldnae yell at ye if ye did this once or twice, but yer doin this all the time!” The yellow owl sighed. “Look, have ye seen a small toy, looks like a dinosaur, a triceratops ta be more precise.” The other bird shook his head, still looking rather annoyed.

“Nae, I was out here the whole day, saw nothin'” With a nod and slightly disappointed expression, the older brother left the caboose and went the other way instead, walking through the passenger cart. As he walked past the compartment with the science owls that Redd was supposed to tend to, he saw them standing around in a circle in awe of the strange machine that they had presumably just finished. Considering that he couldn't make heads or tails of the strange inventions of the owls, he dismissed it and just kept walking to the machine room. Once he opened the door, he slipped and nearly fell on an oil stain. “Greg, ye here?” He could see light green feathers and a bit of yellow under the engine.

“Please donnae tell me that we just lost oil, Connor, Walter is going to kill me! I heard a splat while I was working on fixin' a pipe down 'ere and, and I'm afraid that somethin' spilled.” His brother's feathers were raised and the green bird was shaking.

Greg had always been a nervous wreck. He was amazing at fixing machines, but he was very prone to being make a big deal out of small issues. Knowing this, Connor found it best to not tell Greg about the oil stain. “Nae, nothing wrong out here.” He instead grabbed a mop to clean the small oil stain that had nearly caused his face to make unwanted contract with the cold, hard iron floor of the machine room. “By the way, ye haven't seen a wee dinosaur toy by chance?” A small yelp of pain that echoed a little came from the green bird as he hit his head trying to reach his wrench.

“Cannae say that I have seen something like that. I was mostly in here, trying to fix one of our engines. I tell ye if I spot something like that.” Connor was about to leave when his brother spoke up again. “Wait, did a wee one lose their toy?! Oh no, they probably are scared that they willnae see that precious toy again! Maybe it's their support toy and they need to help them with anxiety, or, or maybe that toy is their best friend!” Connor sighed, his brother breaking into hysterics over something as trivial as a lost toy. It was kind of nice of Greg to worry about the boy, but having a second-hand panic attack in kid's stead won't help anyone.

“I gave the wee lad me hat, Greg, he's doin' fine. Just worry 'bout the engine, I'll find it.” The black-suited owl pushed the wrench within reach of his brother, who picked it up and visibly relaxed at the reassurance.

“O-Okay, Connor. I'll leave that matter ta ye for now.” With the green-feathered mass of anxiety tamed, the yellow owl entered the control room. Focused and stiff as a statue, he found Walter, who made sure that the train was keeping it's schedule and ran smoothly.

The yellow-feathered bird closed the door behind himself and watched as his brother opened the window, looking down at the item that he was searching for all this time. “Wait, Walter, donnae throw it out!” He sprinted over to his white-feathered brother who jolted and nearly dropped the triceratops toy.

“Goodness gracious, Connor! Ye nearly gave me a heart attack! I was just opening the window ta let some air in.” The yellow feathers on the younger owl flattened down after the initial shock. The white owl in a deep blue suit wondered why exactly all his brothers thought that he was some kind of cruel villain.

“I really thought ye were gonna throw the wee thing out. I've been lookin' fer that toy everywhere, a young lad lost it.” Walter nodded and handed the superhero dinosaur to his younger brother.

“Take it back to that wee child, I'm sure they miss it. Also, inform him that he should take better care of his belongings. Maybe no one can find his toy next time. Leaving an precious item at the train station could result in it bein' lost forever. ” Walter gave his signature strict glare which was aimed at the young owner of the action figure rather than his brother he was actually staring at. If only Walter knew how scary and downright threatening that expression looked, he'd understand just why small children cry every time he's around them. His regular rather stoic and cold appearance and demeanor didn't help that matter either.

“So that's where it was. I'll take the wee thing back to its owner.” His older brother looked him over, his face hardening further.

“Where's your cap, Connor? Ye know that we have a ta look proper at all cost, I thought ye of all people listened ta pa's teachings.”

Connor weakly chuckled. “Sorry, Walter. Me hat's currently on a mission ta protect the wee lad who this dino belongs ta. On that note, I really should return it soon.”As he did so, the boy jumped out of his seat the moment the yellow owl returned with the beloved green triceratops.

“You found him!” Connor got tackled into a hug and felt a sense of accomplishment after returning the lost item. The mother of the young passenger looked relieved as well, probably because her son was so distressed after losing the small object.

Connor was about to retrieve his hat, but stopped midway. He didn't have the heart to take the cap away, especially not now that he could see the joy in the face of the young bird.

As he watched the family sit down again, he got torn out of his thoughts of endearment by a large rumble and a strange feeling that he could only describe as falling, yet somehow not at the same time. His confusion was soon replaced by panic. “What's happenin'!”

[link-sans-specs]

Before the the last commercial break, we set up this bivouac 10,000 miles from civilization. Now, a normal person would be totally screwed at this point, but we're not normal people.

GMM795

Testing the Oreo Dipr

[badlydrawndrawnings]

in my desire on hopefully saving enough money for animal crossing new horizons and getting myself a switch (or switch lite), and with pocket camp new fishing tournament, i decided to make headcanons of sorts for most of the sugar bowl generation characters (and others) playing pocket camp. screw the timeline, and sorry if nothing about animal crossing makes sense

monty

made a nintendo account in case he needs to change phones (which happens after dropping phone in a tank and it breaks; he feels so glad about making said account)

has all the alligator/crocodiles villagers [campers? this isn’t a mainline animal crossing game] and most of the frog/toad villagers (he has to rotate the frogs/toads). will temporary kick one of his villagers out to fulfill a special furniture request from other villagers

makes the campsite look like a maze in one half, and lake/water area in the other half. the only amenity he has is the exotic fountain. 

cabin has variety of villagers who are rotated out on a monthly basis and it’s set up as a movie theater; apollo [an american eagle] has a permanent stay there it’s mostly his fortune cookie that makes up the theater

camper has lots of plants and trees with seating

because he has the money and work is overwhelming, monty elects to get the happy helper plan when it gets introduce. his helper/assistant is jacques [a bird]; jacques isn’t sure if he feels flatter

josephine (and ike)

she fears smartphones on the chance the battery will explode in her face after reading an article of it happening to someone (older cellphones and phones don’t have this concern to her), but the game made her very tempted to get over her fear 

after monty drops his phone she backs out because she now fears she may drop her phone and crack the screen (or get it wet and lose all her  data. monty couldn’t convince her about making an nintendo account). ends of watching her fellow volunteers play the game for a while

ike bites the bullet and buys a smartphone so he and jo can play together. ike names his character avatar jo after josephine. ike also took monty’s word about making an nintendo account

camp terrain eventually becomes beach resort (josephine help ike not buy impulse buys of items needing leaf tickets), which works since their campsite is a transform into boardwalk with rides (they keep the merry-go-round and bouncy cake amenities) and food and games (a bit like lake lachrymose when in-season)

cabin is their grammar library; josephine and ike only allow the more realistic (as they can be) villagers in there. they like taking photos of jo and their villagers posing in their library

their camper is weird. it looks like someone has a lab for making drugs on the second floor, with the first floor mini museum being a front. it’s possible gregor got a hold of the game and they elected to keep it

charles (idk if he’s 100% working with vfd or just well connected to vfd)

gets overwhelm at the fact he has total 100 % control of something and he can do whatever he wants

likes cross pollinating flowers and almost has all the clothing and furniture and all the potted flowers (charles made himself a cross pollinating guide)

buys the birch tree terrain because it’s the only terrain he finds easy on the eyes. the birch tree terrain is only used for the summer and fall; spring he uses the spring garden foreground and middle because he got it during leif’s [a gardener sloth] gardening event and winter he goes uses the default terrain the games gives to player

makes campsite look like an actual camp site he is following the name of the game he usually changes furniture to change campsite layout

cabin looks similar to the lucky smell lumber mill library (he tried to recreate it)

camper is very home-y; living room and kitchen on first floor and bedroom and bathroom on second floor

esme

because she breathes the air of what is in and what is out, her camper, campsite, and cabin changes almost every week (she’s loaded she buys leaf tickets to help fuel her need to stay in)

there is no consistent pattern to be made one minute it’s a ball the next it’s a restaurant and the next it’s the woods with a bonfire

this goes to her character avatar appearance too if it wasn’t her name some would be asking ‘when did i agree to be this player’s friend’

villagers are mostly the hip, elegant, and cool theme ones that’s the only thing anyone can figure out (esme does have a random villager of a different theme depending what’s in and out)

buys the leaf ticket clothing regardless if they’re in or out they’re limited time and she’s not taking any chances if an out item they’re selling will become in in the future (again, she’s loaded)

when the game is consider out, esme doesn’t delete the game in case it becomes in again, which is a frequent thing (she even made an nintendo account to make sure if she did delete the app or has to get a new phone, everything is restore upon re-installation) 

hector

hoards his leaf tickets because he wants to buy a good terrain for his town campsite; he buys the feather weather sky terrain and the old timey town background and middle (he got the 1st anniversary white iron fence it was cheaper)

the town eventually has strong fall/autumn vibes. there’s food stalls (the chocolate banana stall and sno-cone stall from redd’s [a fox] gardening event), trees from maple [a bear cub] fortune cookies, a flower wagon (from kick’s [a skunk] gardening event), a fountain with benches, lamp posts (same event from kick), and lots of leaf piles to run through

has many potted marigolds (he went overboard and made lots of them from kick’s gardening event)

the amenities hector has are the hot air balloon and bronze twins fountain

camper is pretty much similar to charles: living room and kitchen on first floor and bedroom and bathroom on second floor

cabin is a bakery-cafe; hector’s upset he can’t make a mexican restaurant so he goes all out with food/cafe/restaurant items from fortune cookies he got for 5000 bells and the cute confectioner items from pelly’s [she a pelican] gardening event. he even wears the outfit  and never takes it off.

olivia

she buys katrina’s special furniture item the second it shows up for some reason [katrina is a panther fortune teller], but becomes glad when olivia decides what she wants to do with her camp site

loses a lot of her leaf tickets via the fortunate cookies she wants. as such, when it came to buying blathers or celeste [both are owls], olivia decides to save up to get both of them when they both are offer again.

camp is a mixture of a steampunk circus due to bob [a purple cat] and wolfgang [a wolf] fortune cookies. has most of spooky terrain sans the sky and fence (they’re the second reasons she lost a lot of her leaf tickets)

cabin is more steampunk library with astrological furniture due to julian’s [a unicorn] fortune cookies (this is why she’s saving up to buy blathers and celeste they fit the cabin theme more)

likes to wear dresses and skirts on her character avatar you will never see her wear pants unless it’s good

buys the wigs and switches them constantly (olivia wishes you can wear hat accessories over the wigs)

widdershins

widdershins blew all of his leaf tickets on the seafloor terrain and ocean sky (which he saved up for) to make an underwater campsite (there’s a lot of whale pool floaties). the villagers stays until they reach level 20 before getting kick out; the only who has a permanent resident is eventually gaston [a rabbit]

enjoys the fishing tournaments when they offer fishes in tanks and underwater related items; the other tournaments -and in general the events- aren’t his liking but he has a compulsion to complete them anyway (so for instance, he would do the fishing tournament mention in the opening but he isn’t happy about getting knitted items)

also has a compulsion to complete the catalog

cabin is an aquarium with villagers being the ones who are max out there. right side is freshwater fish and left side is ocean fish

camper is rather home-y; the first floor is a bedroom/living/kitchen combo while the second floor is a library with chairs and a sofa to sit on

got lucky with filbert’s [a squirrel] fortune cookies and has all the astronaut clothing; if his character avatar can’t be wearing a diver suit an underwater astronaut will do

r, duchess of winnipeg

r got in on the first day release she heard the hype and wants to see why people are making a fuss about it (she already has an existing nintendo account but doesn’t use it much she’s not an avid video game player)

r didn’t spend leaf tickets when first starting to play. as such she was -and still is- the richest of her friends when it comes to leaf tickets (she brought leaf tickets from time to time; esme is the second richest when it comes to leaf tickets) and eventually in bells (a bellionaire)

r’s cabin, campsite, and camper changes for the seasons. spring is usually a garden or sort or casual party, summer is a japanese festival or an actual campsite, fall/autumn she usually makes a fancy ball (usually due to it corresponding with the game anniversary) or goes out for halloween, and winter it’s...a winter garden. as the game gets fortune cookies and more creative events, r makes a japanese zen garden/japanese restaurant for the winter.

r hates the winter stuff in general (sans new years eve and exceptions) in part because it’s almost all christmas related. jack’s [like jack o lantern] garden event tested r’s limits; she came to the conclusion she can use the food, candelabras, chairs, tables, pumpkins, and potted flowers but that’s it (she almost used the hearth but change her mind)

only buys fortune cookies she likes and avoids the winter ones (again, almost all christmas related). r did however cave in and bought rhonda’s [a rhino] fortune cookie (r actually doesn’t mind the nutcracker). r got what she wanted: the clothing, castle pop-up book, and starry field pop-up book

r laughs at her avatar wearing a ballroom gown with their spoon hands cover in long sleeve gloves

snicket siblings

jacques was the first one to play after r; he got in right a week after it was open to the public (he makes a nintendo account for the same reason as monty). kit and lemony (same reason as monty and jacques) follow suit a week later, and everyone else join from there

out of the three (all of the volunteers really who are playing), lemony took gulliver’s bad as hell revamp the worst (jacques and kit and basically everyone else agree to change their rating) and made a strongly worded review that is one of top negative review of the game (even after lemony edited it an retraction after the pocket camp team revamp gulliver again).

jacques like wearing the fancy full set suits (the anniversary clothing are a second). lemony made attempts to cover his face but after fail attempts and coming to the conclusion he doesn’t like the king tuk mask he gives up. he wears the pumpkin head in october though

kit’s character avatar wears one of the special leaf ticket clothing items (it’s a jacket that cost over 100 leaf tickets) and glasses. she would have gotten a wig but after olivia show her character avatar with the wigs kit didn’t think it was worth it spending leaf tickets

jacques makes his campsite a campsite, kit’s campsite resembles a farm for some reason, and lemony’s campsite sort of looks like an unfinished town

jacques’ cabin looks like a regular cabin (he made a hidden space with a coffin and skeleton). kit’s cabin looks like a car garage that’s up and running with customers. lemony’s cabin looks like a nice writing study/library; he has the vineyard phonograph from brewster’s [a pigeon] gardening event playing in the corner

jacques and kit’s camper are dumping grounds for random furniture. lemony has villager pictures in his camper

they know christmas is popular in japan [no really, it’s not treated as a religious holiday it’s more for fun and romance], so they send requests to the team for more general winter theme furniture or like, other holiday stuff that’s not christmas. they makeshift Hanukkah [Chanukah? i seen this other spelling] menorahs knowing their requests will probably never be fulfill (given they learn that mainline games does the same thing)

olaf

doesn’t play pocket camp. he does however plays animal crossing new leaf. he has more control of what he wants to do in mainline and likes being mayor and the only player/human resident.

is actually pretty good at it. he completed all the four sections of the museum, got all of main street, and he does animal requests and is like, never mean to them. unless he hates the animal then olaf goes all out and does bad things as possible in this game: giving them rotten fruit, hitting them with a net, and making them fall in pitfalls (olaf collect many of them for this purpose), in hopes they tell him they want to move out of town

in fact, the bird jacques is one such animal because the real jacques did something to make olaf angry and olaf had to take it on ac!jacques. kitt [a kanagroo] and olivia [a cat] are on thin ice

has a soft spot for vladmir [a pink bear club] and hazel [a squirrel with a unibrow] for some reason

had to put the keep town beautiful ordinance after getting the golden roses he can’t play every single day at best he plays once or twice a week (olaf’s town has high standards he doesn’t want it a mess)

will only play pocket camp when all the villagers in his town are in

the denouement triplets

they deliberately made their character avatars look identical to one another so if one changes clothing or facial feature, the other two follow suit (they do this to mess with their friends/other players). this becomes a problem if one of them wears a fortune cookie outfit/clothing

even their campsite looks identical; usually it’s the lobby of the hotel denouement done to the best of their abilities. the cabin are also identical, being a hotel room. if someone changes it, the other two follow suit (again, to mess with their friends/other players). this becomes a problem if one of them has furniture from a fortune cookie

the villagers are dress differently they’re not dress the same. they don’t even keep the same villagers in their cabin or campsite. this is the only way to tell the three apart

frank’s camper looks like something from a 1920′s speakeasy, ernest’s camper looks like their home when they were five (there’s balloons set up for a birthday party), and dewey’s camper looks like his secret library (or his attempt at it)

frank crafts a lot of clothing for his villagers and likes dressing them up. he just wishes that all of the clothing is wearable for them (like pants)

ernest dump unwanted bugs to other people’s gardens during the second half of gardening events (claims he’s helping plays finish bonus tasks for first half)

dewey likes to take a lot of photo of him hiding behind furniture or a bigger villager to troll his friends and other players

bertrand

he starts playing as it was intended: being a camp manager running a campsite. however, as the game got updates and add more features, bertrand decides to get creative

his camper first floor looks like a fashion boutique selling clothes for men and women; second floor is what appears to be a miniature town, with a giant crystal hiding behind some tall grass

campsite ends up being a train station. he got the locomotive station and clockwork tower as amenities. the station itself has sellers selling things like magazines, clothes (it’s the concert merch stand from dj kk’s [a dog] gardening event), and flowers (it’s the flower wagon), with lief selling his flowers as the ‘boss’. has a grand elephant statue from a fishing tournament that sort of blocks the clockwork tower.

cabin is bob’s fortunate cookies mix with some marching band items from broccolo’s (a mouse) fortunate cookies (he thought they fit well together)

bertrand is the only one who character avatar has the greatest resemblance to him in real life; clearly it’s the glasses

will switch up his avatar clothing and wear dresses and skirts if bertrand can find a clothing combination his character avatar can pull off

beatrice

everyone is convince she is playing pocket camp but no one knows for sure because she gives hint she is playing but at the same give hints she doesn’t play

to get something out of the way: beatrice is playing pocket camp but her in-game name doesn’t starts with ‘b’  it’s something else entirely

wears the fairy wings (regular and autumn) and alternate between the two with an outfit that fits the wings aesthetic. beatrice knows they’re not dragonfly wings but fairy wings are close enough (she wears the bat friends from time to time, again with an outfit that fits the aesthetic)

has an makeshift play stage for her villagers to sing and play music and a small fountain area with benches at her campsite. she rarely changes it  (see last bullet point), only switching up the musical instruments and fountain and benches

beatrice doesn’t know what to do with her cabin, so she decides to make it a game of musical chairs and every time she visits she takes out a folding chair and leaves until there is only one sitting. she did this with so many villagers beatrice is considering on holding a championship round

like the snicket siblings, beatrice makes a makeshift Hanukkah menorah and place it outside (in which she will destroy her campsite to celebrate). she couldn’t figure out how to put it in her camper, which is a nice cozy apartment with an attic

bonus: ishamel (original schism generation)

has a campsite cult. it becomes a beach cult when the beach resort terrain gets release; he claims it’s a regular beach resort

cabin is a prison housing villagers ishamel finds ugly and he rotates them every month or so. they only appear in his campsite when they get to the level where he can get their furniture request (after that he force feds them snacks to max them out)

the only time he changes campsite and cabin is when august and september rolls around he likes making classrooms and everyone getting an education

when november hits ishmael  goes back to the cult and prison

camper looks very well furnish with many bookcases and chairs it’s a library

i advise those who made it this far to look up animal crossing pocket camp cults and pocket camp jail/prison this was actually a thing

[birb-and-bairn]

Redd pt15

“Ah, it would seem our associate was indeed killing someone. So sad, blood and feathers everywhere,” the peacock shook his head sadly.

Leia stared at the scene before her in wide eyed horror. She had seen the aftermath of violence on TV and in her dad’s movies but never in person. As Mrs. G pecked at her feet to keep moving forward, Leia slowly became aware of the copper like smell of blood.

Small splotches of red speckled the floor and several streaks of it dripped down the glass panels where someone had hit them hard enough to crack them. Feathers of various colors stuck to some of the spots of blood.

Leia whimpered. The some of the feathers looked like her dad’s.

The peacock walked over to the barricaded room as Leia and Mrs. G stayed back. Making a few nondescript noises under his breath, he walked the perimeter of the fight scene, checking out every bit of broken glass, lost feather and scrap of fur. He picked up a crumpled tinfoil hat.

“Hmm, very interesting. Mrs. G! Take the little one back to the control room and keep her there. I have a feeling we might have a problem with old friend of boss’s, Redd. If so, I may need to find where Shorthair has gone: I would rather not have another bird slaughter on hand.”

Mrs. G honked a question.

“Well yes, he maybe inside room with barricade but he may also be on top of train eating remains of conductor bird. Such is nature of Shorthair,” the peacock mentioned casually.

Leia squeaked and gasped at the same time, covering her mouth with her hands. Her dad couldn’t be dead, right?

The peacock looked over at her, a blank expression on his face.

“Ah right, Little one. Do not worry, we will keep you alive,” he said cheerfully, patting Leia’s head with his wing tips.

Leia flinched back. She was shaking so hard she could barely move.

The peacock smiled again.

“Back to the control room now, like a good little girl,” he said, shooing her and Mrs. G away with his wings.

Leia stood frozen. She wanted to scream at them or cry or or just do something other than stand around!

Mrs. G snapped at Leia’s collar and dragged her towards the door.

“Ah, thank you Mrs. G!” The Peacock called happily as the goose took Leia through the door.

As she was dragged back down the stairs to the control room, Leia was screaming at herself in her head to move, to fight back, to see if her dad really was… Leia gulped. She needed a chance to escape. To run and hide. Now that there was only one, perhaps she could manage it.

Mrs. G dropped Leia for a moment and shook her neck to stretch her muscles. While she was the best goose in the business, dragging anyone using your mouth was a pain. Better to peck at their legs and chase them to where you want them to go.

Speaking of, Mrs. G extended her great wings to herd the little brat. A few hits with the wings usually got the message across and if not, well, Shorthair wasn’t the only one allowed to have fun. She snickered as Leia whimpered and fell to the ground.

Leia, still terrified, felt a new emotion rise up out of the deep choppy waters of fear. It was hot, boiling away all other emotions until it was the only one coursing through her veins.

How dare they?!

Leia got to her feet, shaking with rage.

How dare they treat her and her dad like this?! Acting like they could kill him like it was no big deal? Ha! Like her dad would die so easily! She knew how it went, if you didn’t see a body, chances are they aren’t dead yet. Just like in her dad’s movies, he’d come back just in the nick of time and beat up both the bad birds.

A sliver of doubt tried to wiggle into her raged filled mind but she overruled it.

As for herself, she needed to get away from the stupid goose lady.

Mrs. G advanced on Leia, neck lowered, wings raised high, and hissed loudly in Leia’s glaring face.

Leia’s fist clenched and she punched the goose on the side of the head as hard as she could.

The goose pulled her head back, shaking it to recover but Leia wasn’t having any of that.

With pure fury she hadn’t had since the red dot incident, Leia launched herself at the goose’s neck, biting and scratching with all the rage and terror a small body like hers could muster.

Mrs. G danced around like a ballerina with fire ants in their leotard, honking wildly and trying to buck the biting terror off her body.

But Leia had the jaw of a bear trap and the will of toddler told they weren’t allowed sweets.

The fight continued across the room. Mrs. G crashed into various tables to knock Leia off and Leia smartly shifted her position to Mrs. G’s back to avoid getting hit. She was used to this game.* 

Leia wrapped both arms around the goose’s neck and squeezed.

Mrs. G let out a horse honk and let herself slump down.

Breathing heavily, Leia let go. Shaking, she got off the goose’s back and took a few steps back.

Gasping for air, Mrs. G slowly tried to stand. Her small sunglasses had been knocked off during the fight and her dark eyes glowed red with hate.

Leia didn’t wait for Mrs. G to act. She bolted for the door leading to the other cars. She had been lucky, there was no way she’d manage that again. Best to hide for now.

Leia pushed open the door, half expecting the goose to charge her back before she made it through the door. Not daring to look behind her, Leia bolted towards the luggage room.

*Leia was called the Orange Terror for a reason. It was the same reason no one would babysit her anymore. Most birds prefer to keep their feathers and limbs.

[tinseltina]

i think clothes are are a status symbol. the more clothes you wear the more stat boosts you get and you show off how cash money you are.

villagers and children don't have much they get basic respect and have the most basic amount of money typically (snooty and smug villagers will typically fill their homes with aesthetically pleasing objects rather than show off their status through clothing)

redd is a bootlegger and on the bottom rung of society TRYING to look like he's a normal dude (this also plays into the immortal kitsune theory of not even being a real person and being beyond clothes altogether)

k.k. is a minimalist. beyond clothes as they are a representation of the capitalistic society that tries to make him SELL his art rather than letting it be free. he sometimes wears hats or glasses, i like to think of them as gifts from friends but he gives them away after wearing.

blathers and celeste are ALSO artists in their own right. pursuing their passion of museum curating and astronomy, respectively. they want for little in terms of status and just use their bows because they think it adds a dapper flair to their already vibrant feathers.

tom and isabelle (and the player) are the highest of society. they want for nothing, can afford everything, and are the strongest of the bunch. isabelle can consume vast amounts of "vacation juice" with nary a hangover in sight, tom nook is the richest dude in the world with connections to islands, resorts, a franchises, etc, and both he and the player can manipulate landscapes aka play god

Okay here’s what I don’t understand about animal crossing

The villagers just wear shirts okay I can vibe with that Donald Duck logic

But Isabelle and Tom Nook wear shirts AND PANTS (Timmy and Tommy are standing right there! Do they feel naked???)

Crazy Redd only wears pants and they’re not even pants, let’s be real that’s an APRON HIS ASS IS JUST HANGING OUT

The Able sisters couldn’t even agree on a dress code! Sable and Mable just have aprons on, no shirt or pants and Labelle is SERVING LOOKS the other sisters have to feel a little uncomfortable about this

BLATHERS ONLY HAS A BOW TIE (maybe his front is like a sweater vest but it doesn’t look like it)

KK SLIDER IS COMPLETELY NAKED

[silvr-skreen]

[shakes desk] TELL US THE HEADCANONS

this thing is a shark to me. (frame/shell mixup put a loanshark shell in a bigwig body)

upon discovering his tail he went insane and chased it for like 10 minutes until he passed out

schizophrenic due to psychological stress from BTL (Started as schizophreniform disorder, but 2/3 people who have that get schizophrenia)

takes risperdal and prozac :) we love a medicated king

married to clancy, eventually platonic qpr married to Nyx (head attorney) and loves them SO MUCH

he's such a simp his eyes have turned pink (certain LED features change color)

he keeps a red feather in his hat bc it's one of redd's old ones. it's like keeping a baby photo

uncle to the satellite investors.

i think atticus is prester's nephew (parents died when he was decently young, and he lived with prester for a while)

he went to a boarding school, and then to WCLU shortly after. (WCLU is the name we made up for the college he went to - Wisgonesin Corporate Law University)

he's a cat person but every lawbot is a cat person (advocate enjoyers)

first reactions to the litigation team was annoyance that they broke the Head Attorney's office ceiling (kilo got in the rafters and fell)

he has 2 beautiful sons and if the resistance comes within 50000 feet of either one he's going to bash them to death with a big gavel

[birb-and-bairn]

Redd pt 14

Shorthair, from across the room, was very slowly getting to his feet. The last blow had knocked the air and the last bit of fight out of him.  He leered at the Conductor and the unconscious Redd. Even with Redd out, the other one could still fight enough to cause trouble. Right now, he needed to retreat and recover. Then he could come back and rip Redd’s throat out and throw the other one in front of the train.

The Conductor watched Shorthair carefully as the cat slowly advanced, his feathers puffing up in anger. Carefully, he dropped Redd to the ground and picked up a piece of table. He didn’t know what the cat’s plan was but he’d be plucked and roasted before he’d let that damn cat get away. Sure, his left arm felt like it was on fire and his back felt like a dart board in a bar after a long weekend, but he could deal with that later. He hadn’t found Leia and the biggest threat to her safety was slowing maneuvering himself either to attack or run.

“This ends here, Shorthair,” the Conductor growled, the piece of wood raised like a club.

“Mmm, I think not, my dear Conductor,” Shorthair said through his grin before bolting towards the door.

Swearing, the Conductor dashed forward to intercept him. Swinging the piece of wood like a golf club, the Conductor tried to knock Shorthair away just as the two of them met.

The wood met Shorthair’s body with a meaty thwack. Stunned, Shorthair flew back and hit the wooden door of one of the VIP rooms with a loud crack and slumped down to the floor.

The Conductor stood still, the piece of wood still raised above his head.

Shorthair didn’t move.

He let out the breath he didn’t know he had been holding. Walking over to Shorthair’s limp body, the Conductor checked for a pulse or sign of breathing.

“Yer still alive, huh? Tough little muyrder aren’t ye?” He grumbled once he felt a steady pulse.

Dragging the unconscious cat into the bluebird suite, the Conductor pulled off the cat’s blazer and tie and used the tie to bind Shorthair’s writs behind his back. He then searched the blazer for Shorthair’s wallet. He had a feeling he wasn’t actually going to get paid for this so he might as well see what he could get. It was, after all, in the contract Shorthair had agreed to when he bought the tickets.*

The Conductor pulled a velvet covered box out of one of the pockets. It didn't look like much other than a nice box with a silver lock. Nor did it weigh much. Setting it aside, he checked the other pockets and found nothing other than balls of lint and bits of string and feathers. Strange that but whatever. He could always check with Gregg to see if there was any reward money for turning Shorthair in.**

Pocketing the box, as a nice little gift for Leia, the Conductor closed and locked the door behind him. He paused and then moved the bits of furniture that hadn't been destroyed in front of the door. Once it had been satisfactory barricaded, he turned around to tend to his fallen brother.

“Redd, ye idiot…” the Conductor muttered sadly as he checked on his brother’s limp form. “What did ye get messed up in this time?”

Redd hadn’t moved from the spot where the Conductor had dropped him. Slumped against the broken table, the other bird didn’t look too different from the last time the Conductor had seen him. Other than the hat. The hat was new.

The Conductor let out a deep sigh. It was depressing that the only time he ever saw Redd these days was when he was either beaten half to death or running from some trouble he had caused.

He sat down on some of the remains of the table near Redd and. His feelings on Redd were mixed, to put it nicely. While he did want to slug his brother right in the beak for abandoning Leia on the train and then showing up a year later with a murder in tow without even a phone call in the intervening time, the Conductor couldn’t help but feel a twinge of gratitude for Redd saving his life. Then again, he was also sure Redd was to blame for the whole situation.

“Ok, so when ye wake up, Ah’ll thank ya fer stepping in and helping as Ah smack ye on the head,” the Conductor joked out loud. “Then, Ah’ll drag yer butt over tae the first aid kit.”

The Conductor winced as his left arm throbbed.

“Although, Ah get first dibs,” he said as he gingerly touched his left arm.

The sound of approaching voices snapped the Conductor to attention. He didn’t recognize them. Which meant that they were Shorthair’s cronies.

Peck.

Lifting Redd’s body onto his already aching back, the Conductor made a run for the locked second floor room. It was just enough out of the way that if you didn’t know where to look, you wouldn’t find it.

Redd’s ridiculous hat fell off his head and bounced along the ground. Cursing, the Conductor debated on turning around and grabbing it. It had glowed during the fight meaning it must have some power. But, he didn’t have much time as it was and it was better to hide away till he knew what he was up against.

The Conductor unlocked the second floor room and darted inside. Right now, he’d have to hope Redd would wake up soon. On his back, Redd began to snore.

* The Conductor, in a move to protect his train and his bottom-line, had added an additional terms to the terms of service you agreed to when buying a ticket for his train which stated  that if anyone were to try and attack or rob any staff of the owl express or if any misdoings done to another passenger were to be reported, reviewed and found to be true, any valuables of said offending party would be forfeited as payment for the Conductor having to deal with it. Whether or not he could actually get away with this in court has remained to be seen as most animals stupid enough to try and rob the Owl Express didn't end up surviving long enough to go to court.

**The Conductor did not think of himself as greedy, he just knew the chances of getting Shorthair or the cat’s mysterious employer to pay his medical bills or for the damage to the train was as likely as Grooves deciding to shave his head and abandon the studio to become a monk while declaring the virtues of living a simple, quiet, normal life. It just wouldn't happen.

[birb-and-bairn]

Redd pt 4

In the control room, the Conductor buttoned the last button on the little suit and straighten the tiny tie. He took a step back to admire the result. Leia was now adorned in a miniature version of the Conductor’s own attire, a black fitted two piece suit with gold buttons, with a white undershirt, a floral lavender colored tie and a pair of classy black shoes. The outfit was topped off with a black fiddler cap with black braiding and gold buttons.

“Perfect!!” He exclaimed.

Leia, confused, sniffed her right sleeve before nibbling it.

“Ahh Lass, ye look perfect fer your first long train ride,” the Conductor said, choking up a little. “Ah’m so proud!”

“...gift?”

“That's it, Lass,” the Conductor replied, turning around to mess with the train controls and check paperwork.

“‘weatter?” Leia asked, a little annoyed as she tried to move around in her new clothes.

“Ye can have yer sweater back after the ride. There are some pretty important birds riding today. They paid me a lot of money tae make this trip. Bought every seat and-”

“No,” Leia said, with her shoulders hunched and arms crossed.

“Leia-”

“No! No! NO!” She chanted as she tried to get one if the shoes off her feet.

“SIGH Why did Ma and Pa have tae go on vacation this week?” the Conductor muttered, defeated.

Outside the heavy oak doors separating the control room from the cafeteria, the only two of the express crew unfortunate enough to be stuck on duty for this trip sat at the bar. They had the unfortunate luck of being the two always stuck on Leia babysitting duty as well as the ones inevitably blamed for whatever went wrong as a result. This time, however, they were stuck with taking care of the rest of the train as well. Apparently, whoever bought all the tickets had also requested minimal crew.

The loud argument between Leia and the Conductor waffled through the door:

“Leia! Put your shoes back on!”

“No! No! No!”

Steve, the taller of the two, groaned.

Jim, a slightly smaller owl, nudged him in the side.

“Hey, want to spend this trip getting completely smashed?”

Steve, without even glancing over, popped open two beers.

“Waaaay ahead of you.”

Outside the train, Redd watched his hated targets closely. They had broken through the locked door, smacked the receptionist down when he tried to stop them and proceed on without breaking a sweat.

The trio walked over to the train and forced open the door to the second car without a second thought, leaving the door slightly off its hinges.

For a moment, Redd would give anything to see the look on his brother's face when he found out. And the ways he’d probably try to murder them for harming his precious train. Snapping out of this lovely daydream, Redd got back to work getting in.

Jim and Steve jumped when they heard the crunch of the door being forced open, spilling their beers. Frantically, they tried to clean up the mess before the Conductor came to investigate the noise. As such, neither were fully aware when the trio passed by.

In the control room, the Conductor was fighting a losing battle.

“Leia! Keep yer clothes on!” He yelled as the struggling little owlet tried to get out of the restrictive clothing and he tried to keep it on her.

“NO!”

“Leia- Ah swear Ah’ll get ye something nice later if ye keep-”

“Aah, The Conductor, I presume?” A calm but off putting voice interjected.

The Conductor turned slowly toward the door, still holding the struggling and cheesed Leia; his face going from a frustrated frown to a forced grin.

In the doorway stood a four foot tall dumpy looking gray cat with a large patch of white over his right eye. His large, puffy fur lined ears popped out on either side of a thread bare faded black bowler hat and he was dressed in a light olive green suit cut just tight enough that it didn’t restrict his movements but made his body look tiny compared to his head. The overall effect was like someone putting a plush toy cat’s head on the body of a human doll. It was both comical and slightly unnerving.

On either side of the cat stood two birds. The one on his left was a tall, intimidating peacock. He wore a pair of dark sunglasses over his eyes. His large wings were crossed over a finely tailored waistcoat and his feather train moved gracefully in behind him before the door shut. He gave a cursory look around the room before looking pointedly at the Conductor.

The other, perhaps most terrifying of all, was a white goose. A non-anthropomorphized goose with a tiny sky blue bowtie and small goose sized sunglasses.

“I hope we’re not intruding,” the cat continued. “You do seem to be engaged with some pressing matters.”

“AHh, Mr. Shorthair! Ah thought Ah was picking you up at the Wormwood station!” The Conductor said with forced cheeriness as Leia growled in his arms.

“There was a rather unfortunate change in plans.”

“...So you just decided tae show up at me studio. Great!” The Conductor’s forced grin stretch even farther up his face. His left eye started to twitch.

“Is that a problem, Conductor?” Mr. Shorthair commented dryly.

“Nope! Not at all!” The Conductor retorted, his voice clearly starting to crack. In his mind, he chanted 300,000 pons ad nauseum to calm the slow build up of rage.

“Hmm, indeed,” Mr. Shorthair brushed some dirt off his sleeve. “Well, if you would kindly show us to our rooms, we'll get settled in and you can get your little locomotive started.”

“Right, of course! This way,” the Conductor moved quickly in case his strained cheeriness facade snapped at an inopportune moment.

Still holding the rather upset Leia, who had only stopped chanting ‘no’ at the sight of the deadly quiet goose, the Conductor lead the trio out into the dining car. Glancing over at the two express owls still desperately trying to hide their spilled beers, he let out a low growl, making a mental note to dock their pay later.

Leia squirmed in his arms and he had an even better idea. Taking a small detour he sat Leia down on a barstool next to them.

“You two! Take care of Leia! And no drinking.”

Not waiting for an answer, the Conductor turned back to Mr. Shorthair.

“This way, this way,” the false cheerfulness oozing back into his voice.

Once the Conductor and the trio of dangerous looking individuals had gone, Jim turned and glared at Leia.

“Just great. We have to watch the little terror.”

Leia flinched back and growled.

“Eh, figured as much when Old Saw Beak brought the little brat on board,” Steve grumbled, pulling out a new beer.

“Still, a two day trip with this orange mess, not ideal,” Jim said reaching over with his foot to spin the barstool Leia was on, resulting with panicked squeaks from Leia as she tried to hold on.

Steve watched in amusement while he formulated a way to keep the little orange brat out of their feathers. He felt his gaze drawn to an old ticket puncher that was kept out as a bit of old time decoration. He grinned as an idea crossed his mind.