#The Woolly Triplets

[reanimationstation]

nobody mind me i just briefly lost my mind thinking about the Woolly Triplets and how they'd be in the cycle

[hello-im-not-a-possum]

What's your headcanon voices for bendy toon characters?

Bendy - high-pitched nasally little guy with a vaguely New Jersey-ish accent. (Voiced by Wally doing a bad impersonation of Joey.)

Boris - somewhat deep, slightly muffled and has a very faint Russian accent. (Voiced by Sasha Fain (OC), a Russian immigrant who eats while voicing the character to make him more authentic.)

Alice (When voiced by Susie) - Chipper in tone, sweet, and very energetic.

Alice (when voiced by Allison) - Kinda spaced out and slightly muffled, lacking the energy but not the sweetness.

Charley - Sleazy gentleman con artist with a faint southern drawl. (Voiced by Norman Polk)

Barley - Popeye but evil. (Voiced by Jack Fain doing a pretty good Popeye impression.)

Edgar - nasally mix of Charley's accent and Barley's speech pattern. (Voiced by Jack impersonating Norman *and* Popeye while inhaling helium)

Miss Twisted - Catty, Harsh in tone like she's always sneering at people when she speaks, and she has a Brooklyn accent. (Voiced by Susie after losing her role as Alice.)

The Brute - Deep, Gruff, and has a pronounced Russian accent. (Voiced by Sasha)

Cameraman - Nasally and condescending tone of voice with a faint British accent. (Voiced by Wally doing a bad Bertrum impression)

The Woolly Triplets - voiced by the recorded bleats of three random sheep.

Ruby Goldberg - middle aged lady who's a little spaced out, but always has a trick up her sleeve and you can tell in her voice. (Voiced by Allison who's having fun with the role)

Papa Pluto - loud, energetic, and hammed up on being evil, has a Slavic accent to mimic the speaking pattern of a stereotypical vampire. (Voiced by Joey Drew)

Gaskette - aggressive, pushy, sounds like he smoke a pack a day and has a heavy Brooklyn accent. (Voiced by Sammy Lawrence)

Chester - Sounds like a stereotypical pirate, but with a very faint German accent. (Voiced by Johnny Heisenberg)

Dewey - Obnoxious stuck-up snob whose voice is grating when you listen to it too long (Voiced by a different member of the band every time but given the instructions to 'sound as annoying and smart as possible'.)

Canoodle - Voiced by a garbage disposal and Someone blowing raspberries into the microphone. When they need him to speak for real, they add subtitles.

Boswell Lotsobucks - voice has two emotions: smug pompous prick and loud, furious, temper-tantruming prick. (Voiced by Sammy pretending to be how he thinks obnoxiously wealthy white people act.)

[duusramsey49]

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[doberart]

A jamboree is happening.

Day 22: Dance

[mwolf0epsilon]

Ideas for what imperfect crack-up comics toons would look like if they roamed the studio?

The Springer - A failed clone of Miss Twisted that guards the Heavenly Toys Department's workshop. You can hear it coming before you see it, as you'll hear the soft melody of "Pop goes the Weasel" emanating from the box where its head is contained.

The Watcher - A failed clone of the Cameraman, Watchers act as the surveillance system of the Twisted Angel's domain. If you roam where you shouldn't, they'll spit ink through their weeping eye and flash, momentarily blinding you.

The Catcher - A failed clone of the Brute, the Catcher may look intimidating and strong, but its purpose is not one of combat. Instead it captures and transports weakened pray that it will then drop into the depths for the Ink to reclaim.

The Rammer - A failed clone amalgamation of the Woolly Triplets, the Rammer is often passive towards others unless they stand near precarious heights. Its instinct is to push people off and down into the depths of the studio. Some whisper that the Prophet has a fondness for these wretched beings.

The Baker - A failed clone of the Pie Lady, this tall twisted being has been driven mad by the lack of edible options in the studio, and has begun to hunt and butcher other creatures to bake into sinfully good pies. Even the Ink Demon avoids this cannibalistic monstrosity as it has ways to outsmart it.

[bravagio]

Jack and the woolly triplets? I just think they should be friends. :)

Oh!! Absolutely!

With them Jack strike me as the cool uncle that takes you to mcdonald everytime and let you swear. In the case woolly triplets are trapped in the studio, he takes them with him instantly! Three little chaotic sheep? Guess we're family now.

Thanks to Jack's knowledge of the sewers and vents and the triplets speed and small construction they're able to go everywhere to find bacon soup without running into some enemy. They occasionally move and hide Sam-sam stuff, because yes.

[clicruz13]

Another work training doodle.

[yedlihmad]

The Sentimentalist (pt. I)

(cw: violence, mention of torture/physical harm, insects)

There was a tree of memory. It grew wide, tall, and impossibly green. During the day it poured shade over a wooden pavilion in the village of Eryut, and in the middle of that pavilion sat a narrow bench. The bench belonged to Maja. Long ago, the women had built it for her, a place to sit, teach the village children, and listen to the Wood. 

She was their grandmother, maybe. Neither triplet knew for sure. To Rafi, the memory was very old, and made him teary: she was smoothing black clay over their small, blistered hands. In summer Golmore sweltered, but the triplets–Hrudr, Refr, and him, little Hrafn–huddled close; the air smelled hot and woolly, like unwashed hair. The clay felt cool and a bit tingly. Traders had brought it from a place called Isari. They had also brought some fruit that had a bad oil in the rind, which gave all the babies a rash. Beside him, one child complained, “Maja, I don’t like it. It stinks.” Her gnarled voice crept into their ears as she sang. “Serpent, Serpent, take this itch away.”

Her voice, her hands, the tree: she came back to him in that order, always. Her fingers reminded him of oak roots–a cliché likeness, maybe, but one that no child would have spoken out loud. Trees were sacred, like women, above and beyond comparison. Trees gave the Rava everything: shelter, food, water, Mist, guardians, even the air they breathed. And because she so often sat beneath it–and because that generation of the Eryut tribe was strict about preserving nenna–everyone, even the matriarch, called that one Maja’s Tree.

- 🌿 -

Radz-at-Han, six summers ago

“Dazzlingly beautiful.”

Laughter, music, rubies winking through floral smoke. They were on the veranda of his villa, he and Taruna, looking at jewelry and sharing a pipe. The troupe’s new principal needed accouterments for an upcoming performance, and he, taking a sabbatical from the import business, really needed the cash. So he invited her over to pick over some of his latest work. The jewels charmed her; he was charmed that she found them charming. Years ago they had danced together in a different troupe, and she was delighted to have him all to herself again, even for just an hour. Rafi indulged in it. In that big, lonely house, absent of brothers–with Rudi gone, training in Rhalgr’s Reach, and Refr, well; who knew where he’d dragooned off to–it put him at ease to hear a woman laugh. 

“Oh, Rafi,” she sighed, sinking into a cushioned chair. “So sentimental. I never knew.”

“Yes, you did.” He carefully boxed her bracelets, setting them beside her before easing onto a nearby divan. “Remember The Sylph? Your little smile during the développés used to yank my heart right out of my chest.”

“I wish you’d have told me.”

“Wishes and wants.” He glanced skyward. It was a splendid evening; frogs chirped in the silk trees, which were fragrant with pale pink blossoms. Below them hummed the city, huge and sonorous with life. 

Taruna grinned behind the long pipe stem. “Want to see my other new treasure?” He barely had time to say ‘sure’ before she thrust the pipe in his hands, bounding up off the cushions and hiking up her blouse. 

“Slow down,” Rafi groaned, averting his eyes from skin, the oval curve of her breast. But he gasped when he saw her tattoo, a brilliant blue peacock in full feathery display over the slats of her ribs. “Faram’s light,” he said, his awe genuine. “How many days did that take?”

“Two, six hours each.” She shut her blouse with a soft snap. “Do you have any idea how much it hurts after a while?”

He did; on his left cheek were faded markings, a simplistic pyramid of pips and tribal deltas. Hesitantly–he found it irritating to flip a conversation towards oneself–boyishly, he admitted that he’d grown up around women who had some very intricate tattoos.

“Oh?” With slim, quick hands Taruna retrieved the pipe. She leaned back, fitting the mouthpiece between her lips, eyeing him. She could taste a story. “Like what?”

“Well….”

He tried to start off simple: he began with his mother, Bjelke. For protecting the village from a band of Bysnoe raiders she was bestowed a cuff of blackwork around her calves, and to honor her diligence in childbirth she bore three diamonds in a geometric spangle above her hips. Encircling her breasts was a motif of the Serpent, blocky and gold, matching the bigger, older design inked across Maja’s back. That image wandered him into recollections of Maja, the sheer vastness of her; she had wiry, comet-white hair so long that the braids dragged on the ground. Taruna listened, rapt. In the troupe, she had heard plenty of his adventures: about Nagxia, the river journeys, the brittle summers in Rabanastre, scraping out a living. But not the village. Soon he was drifting, rambling without realizing it, pouring out whole ewers of Eryut–the Tree and the warders, the elders and the canopies, the women and the terrors and the nenna and the Mist. 

When he finished, Taruna peered at him. At some point, Pipi the cat had wandered in. Scenting a visitor, he rubbed on her shins. She didn’t seem to notice, and slowly handed Rafi the pipe.

“You really miss them,” she said.

Trying not to cry, he rasped, wholly unconvincingly, “I guess.”

- 🌿 -

Under her Tree, growing up, they ate the seasons. Summer fruits, autumn nut-cakes, pink winter sausages slivered with Golmore ginger. In the spring, The Wood brought levin-eels surging down the river, their bodies like wet crystal tubes. Maja cooked and fed them with her fingers, the eel-skin hot and crackling. “Refr,” she chided. “Not so many. Share with the rest!”

With a village full of cousins they were never short for playmates. Games like coeurl-queen, ‘bo-and-rider, or hunt-the-flea could last for days. You couldn’t divide the triplets, though; if you played with one, eventually you got all three. 

“Cheater!” shouted Poln, a leggy child with spotted ears. They were squabbling over warbi, which was played with stones on a chalked grid. Hrafn, eager to win, had flicked a pebble into Poln’s eye.

“It was an accident,” he pleaded, and it was; of the triplets, he was gentlest, and played fair. “I didn’t mean to.” 

“You lie!” Poln stamped her big clawed feet, braids bouncing. “I hope Maja spanks you!”

The triplets stared at each other, appalled. Only outsiders beat their young, and Maja had never so much as tugged their ears, even when they stole flatbread or put lizards in her piss pot. “She wouldn’t,” shouted Hrudr, insulted. But Poln fought dirty. A stone soared and–whap!–struck Hrudr below the jaw. Refr and Hrafn tackled Poln, thrashing and clawing and biting; Viera children had fangs for milk-teeth. Their noses bled long after Maja pulled them apart. 

“Stuff them up,” she scolded, “and tilt your heads.” She was busy soothing a wailing Hrudr, rocking him and singing, “Serpent, Serpent, heal the pain.” So Hrafn took turns cramming river moss up his, Refr, and Poln’s nostrils. Poln scowled, and when Maja turned her back she blew a wad of snotty moss at his feet before storming away.

- 🌿 -

Nagxia, thirty summers ago

“So violent,” Cam murmured, lying beside him under the lamp and mosquito net. “All little girls were like this?”

“All children,” he corrected her. His gendering of Poln in the story was retrospective; Eryuts did not use terms like ‘boy’ or ‘girl’ until after they came of age. “We were rough sometimes. We had to be.”

“Why?”

Rafi considered. He had mentioned the Green Word before, but nenna was harder to explain. He likened it to a milieu, how some travelers talked about customs in faraway places. One village would do their nenna this way, while another, sometimes barely a malm away, would do nenna a little different. ‘The way things are,’ he elaborated, was an easy tradition to reinforce when everyone was so old and wise. 

“So what happened to her, this little Pola?”

“Poln.”

“Pol-nuh.” Cam caught on quick to Rava words and names. “Where is she now?”

“I don’t know. Still there, probably, healing people. She was a salve-maker, like Maja, but she could still kick our tails if we pissed off her or her wives.”

A flicker of Cam’s hair on his cheek; her bed was narrow, built for one. She rolled to peer at him, piqued. “Wives?”

“Wives, four of them. Cielje, one of them, did leather work–she helped with my tunics. Why?”

Now she propped up against him, searching his face with owlish eyes. “Why did she have so many wives?”

“She wanted to,” he said, nonplussed, having never considered the question.

“You could have a bunch of wives just because you want to?”

“Isn’t that why anyone should have a bunch of wives?”

Instantly her face changed, and he knew he’d said the wrong thing. Marriages were her family’s bane; though her father was a paragon in Dagluk–loyal, hard-working, a firebrand of a Resistance fighter–he was beset by a rumor that he'd fathered children with a baseborn girl in a town further down the One, and refused to claim them. 

"Did you have wives?"

Softly, testily, he said, "You know I didn't."

"Your brothers, then." Cam chewed her fingernail. She suspected her uncle, bitter over politics, was behind her father’s rumor, but he was doubtful. Nothing could convince him his own flesh and blood would bed with those Imperialist rats. “Did they have wives? More than one?”

“It didn’t really work that way,” he said, so she rolled over, a sign that the topic was done.

Night settled in, and it began to rain. He loved to lie in the dark and imagine the forest coming alive, the vines dripping, the broad fleshy leaves gathering water like tender urns. These were kinder jungles for Rafi, less perfidious ones; the trees had more benign names, like ‘tamarind’ and ‘frangipani.’ They wouldn’t eat him alive.

He stroked her cheek, and as she nuzzled her crooked nose into the pillow she said, “I’d rather hear about nice old Maja.” 

It was a relief, loving a woman who could understand brothers, how they were so priceless, treacherous. The village gave him another feeling altogether. Some things were too brutal to share, too foreign. The same nice old Maja who predicted floods and levinstorms once punished a thief by stripping her down, smearing her in honey, and stranding her in a riverbed for the chigoes. What would Cam think of that? If Poln and her sweet wives weren’t discussable, then what about her chubby babies, his nieces? Rudi wound up fathering three of them. Could she fathom his tenderness then? 

“I wish I could’ve met her,” Cam murmured as she fell asleep, the whole notion already a dream.

- 🌿 -

(pt. II) | (pt. III)

[reanimationstation]

helloooo more woolly triplets doodles. i wanted to visualize how they'd work "in game"

[hello-im-not-a-possum]

list the babies that are your favorite

I’ll assume that you mean the BATIM toons.

1. Cameraman (He’s got those snooty motherfucker/genius idiot vibes, cool powers/abilities, lots of headcanon fodder and a neat design. I love him.)

2. Miss Twisted (Look me in the eyes and tell me that this twisted toon doesn’t remind you of Spinel, AKA the one fry I grab out of the entire SU series.)

3. Brute and Boris. (Hhhnnggg pupby)

4. Bendy (A real cutie, and is fun to mess with.)

5. Edgar Butcher (I don’t like spiders, but he can stay because he looks very polite.)

6. Alice Angel (Makes a good straight man to Bendy’s nonsense and I like what the comics did with her.)

7. Barley Butcher (I like how I write him more than how he’s turned out in canon.)

8. Charley Butcher (I like making fun of him more than I like him.)

9. The Woolly Triplets (There’s not much going for these wayward sheep. Aside from what you could do with them if they met the studio employees, namely, a certain Music director.)

10. Gaskette (Hehe living car man. Same problem as the WT, not much else going for him though.)

12. Ruby Goldberg and the rest of the BINR toons (A solid 90% of the time, I forget that they exist.)

13. Papa Pluto (Commits the cardinal sin of being a boring demon lord. If you are a DEMON LORD it is your job to be COOL. However, if more’s done with him, I could change my mind.)

14. Boswell Lotsobucks (For personal reasons: Fuck this guy.)

[ink-fox-414]

My timeline of Bendy - Part 3 (1932-1933)

1932

• January 13, 1932 - Up in Flames comic is released; Boswell Lotsabucks appears.

• March 2, 1932 - What Crumbs around, goes around comic is released.

• March 17, 1932 - The Artist comic is released.

• May 4, 1932 - Cats and Dogs comic is released.

• July 1932 - The events of the Sent from Above novel take place; Susie Campbell is hired; Susie falls in love with Sammy.

• August 2, 1932 - Susie makes an audio log that something great is going to happen.

• August-September 1932 - Alice Angel appears; Joey announces a new character to the staff; Susie makes an audio log about being happy to voice Alice.

• September 1932 - Sent From Above and Siren Serenade are released.

• September 12, 1932 - Alice appears in the papers.

• September 22, 1932 - Two for One comic is released.

• October 2, 1932 - Rain, Rain, Go Away comic is released.

• October 3, 1932 - Bright Idea comic is released.

• November 10, 1932 - Counting Sheep comic is released; Woolly Triplets appear.

• December 16, 1932 - Hands Off comic is released.

1933

• 1932-1933 - Henry congratulates Joey on his success; Cheap Seats is released; Susie has lunch with Joey for the first time; Susie makes an audio log about lunch with Joey.

• January 3, 1933 - F for Effort comic is released.

• January 10, 1933 - How Not To and On Cloud 9 comics are released; Alice Angel first appears in the comics.

• February 10, 1933 - Rocks Cream comic is released.

• February 14, 1933 - Mice Try comic is released.

• March 3-4, 1933 - Susie and Sammy talk about something.

• March 5, 1933 - Wally makes an audio log about the studio being crowded and seeing Susie with Sammy.

• April 5, 1933 - Pig Sty comic is released.

• April 12, 1933 - Batter's Eye comic is released.

• May 6, 1933 - Opening Act comic is released.

• June 7, 1933 - Stink or Swim comic is released.

• June 10, 1933 - Bon Appe-Sneak comic is released.

• July 10, 1933 - Ode to Reuben comic is released.

• July 23, 1933 - True Love comic is released.

• October 5, 1933 - Mutt Cuts comic is released.

• October 8, 1933 - Sticky Situation comic is released.

• November 6, 1933 - Encore comic is released.

• 1933 - The Heavenly Toys opens on 34th street of New York city; Alice Angel toys release begins; Hellfire Fighter is released.

[ziggy-and-lady-stardust]

Oh dope! I was wondering if you could write a bit of Brian meeting the triplets for the first time please

Obviously he'd been there when they were born, and that wasn't a moment to be dismissed, but for him the first time he saw them by himself stood out.

They were in a big incubator, a bit like baby chicks he remembered from a farm as a child, all coddled up in big woolly wrappings. He tried not to pay too much attention to the IVs and wires.

They were wiggling around, hands escaping to flail around and tiny ties kicking the glass. "Hey..."

In all honesty he didn't know what to make of it, he knew deep down it was probably the final nail in the coffin of his relationship, but that wasn't important.

"I'll keep you all safe, yeah? I'll protect you."

[mwolf0epsilon]

The Ink Demonth Day 8: Mystery

Now where could that little guy have run off to? His brothers have no idea...

[waveypedia]

Rambling about Goldie & her ep

****SPOILERS AHEAD****

AJBYURHNFTNH GOLDIE SHE’S PERFECT

Glomgold is hilarious and I love that he’s always trying to be included

that moment at the end where it was Glomgold who knocked Scrooge out? Amazing. No one was expecting that. 

...are you sure it was five years you spent in the ice and not like 500?

that music though during the scene before Glomgold came out? amazing

Scrooge had so many great nervous expressions in this ep and that’s kinda rare for him it was awesome

so that “bear” wasn’t Blackjack, or not yet, but I think maybe it was a mammoth thingy like the skull Glomgold had? so maybe they’re still alive down at the Klondike? If so maybe that’s near the fountain of youth which is why they’re still alive and so young and there’s magic floating off of it which is why a woolly mammoth was there and alive

part of me fully expects Goldie to come riding back in on the bear/mammoth and be like “hello scroogey come say hi to blackjack” and scrooge would be like “his name’s NARUTO” (okay I know it’s not naruto but I can’t remember the name and it started with an n and that’s what popped into my head and I thought it would make you guys laugh :P)

THE TRIPLETS TEASING SCROOGE AND GOLDIE EVERY TIME AHGFYUBUI

hey I want Goldie to mentor and befriend Webby not tie her up 

speaking of Webby why wasn’t she at the gala

Scrooge and Goldie leaving to dance in the middle of a conversation with Glomgold where he tried to convince Scrooge he was Goldie’s date and SCROOGE GIVING GLOMGOLD HIS CANE GUKBGYB<HJ

PICKAX FIIIIIIIGHT

Glomgold is like a little kid who always needs attention ahalrue

Glomgold your ship name with Goldie is Goldgold not Glomgoldie (although that is pretty clever)

I love how Scrooge just knows usually whenever Goldie’s stolen something

I remember the leaving thing in the comics was way more dramatized as far as I could tell, but maybe there’s more to it. Either way, it was a nice easter egg

I wonder if Goldie’s boat will meet Gladstone’s yacht?

So instead of working for him, they adventured together. Hmm.

I know if I didn’t know who Goldie was, if I was watching this like I did the first few episodes (my literal reaction was THE VILLAIN IS SO OBVIOUS way to go past me of course it was obvious this is a reboot everyone knows Flintheart Glomgold is gonna be the villain) I would have been sooooooo mad they gave Scrooge a love interest and that kept popping into my head while I was watching this ep and it was really weird

The only way Goldie could’ve taken down Beakley is by seducing her and you can’t convince me otherwise

or maybe they bonded over gossip about Scrooge

The only way she took down Webby was by letting her fangirl over her and ask her all kinds of questions and tell her all kinds of dirt about Scrooge

I can’t wait for Goldie to come back and maybe she shows up at the door and a kid opens it and is like “OOOooooOOOO SCROOGE’S CRUSH” or maybe she’s sneaking through the mansion and she thinks she’s getting through and then she hears that XD

for some reason Goldie’s voice keeps sounding weird. I love it and I think Allison Janney’s doing a great job and she’s perfect, but I guess I always imagined it differently. Hopefully that’ll go away with time.

There was this running gag in the episode about Huey not having good punchlines and teases, which was really interesting. As the oldest, Huey was always going first, but Dewey and Louie keep beating him to the punch here. is there an aro Huey incoming? He doesn’t seem mad about it or anything. I already kinda figure Scrooge has a tough time with emotions, so maybe Huey got that from him.

did Duckworth do anything about Goldie? Or did he just hang back and watch Bentina get seduced beaten?

this episode was fantastic 100000/10 I love Goldie so dang much

[lucky-dreamfisher]

We know the names of Bendy’s neighbor and the sheep

Ruby Goldberg and the Woolly Triplets

Not the last line. it suggests that we will meet the Woolly Triplets again! In future comics, or perhaps in BATDR?