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I actually cant stop

I started to draw again and I immediately ran to Poppy Playtime dnd 🫡

BUT CRAFTYCORNNNN gets the love this time

Owner of dnd playtime: @taylanix (who probably is getting so annoyed by all the @ I do with them. Oops teehee)

I like to imagine she’s looking at Catnap cause I hear they don’t have a great relationshipppp oh my! I think you should go read the story it’s great 🫶

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I messed up my sleep schedule again help

Anyways here’s some daynap doodles :3

Okay I should go to bed but I probably won’t 🫶

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DND POPPY PLAYTIME

DND POPPY PLAYTIME

DND POPPY PLAYTIME

anyways, THANK YOU to @jakubkorenko192imcursed for allowing me to draw their oc!!

I wanted to draw musicus Pegasus so bad for no reason so HERE YOU GOOOO also a weirdly accurate dragon Simon Smokes + Catnap

Owner of Musicus: @jakubkorenko192imcursed

Owner of Dnd Poppy Playtime: @taylanix

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So I might be a weeee bit obsessed with dnd poppy playtime cause I dabbled myself into it

I have a love hate relationship with @taylanix for creating such beauty 🫶

lowkey my fursona you guys

She’s an archer who uses charm as a first Defense when she can. Whenever flirting doesn’t work, her bow n’ arrow does :3

I have not made her an outfit I SWEAR she’ll be cooler

I cannot be trusted with making dnd characters bc last time I was an elf name Áverage weed and I basically was Walter White

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totally different than usual BUT MF @kr0wf4ng WANTED IT SOOO BAD so I shall deliver for my pookie 🫶🫶

It’s actually a favorite of mine

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More silly doodles frfr

The Dogday with the Sun background lowkey a ballon dog :3

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BAM SILLY CARTOON VERSIONS OF THE TWO

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I was listening to music, and decided to draw something SAD. If I suffer, you suffer. Its Catnap with a Dogday plush 😋

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D&D SMILING CRITTERS AU IS BACK IN BUSINESS I say as I rub my hands evilly together

SLIGHTTTTT BLOOD WARNING‼️‼️

First my attempt that I gave up bc who needs legs? (Not Dogday that’s for sure)

And then my finished up version bc I have to stop drawing my back hurts and I’m old (my posture is true to an artist.)

Catnap is a darker shades bc bro thinks his a bad guy while Dogday is the light of his life ✨✨

AU BELONGS TO @taylanix

I love their au sm you guys don’t understand I swear I’ll get better at drawing the au

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That’s it, I have no clever words today

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I had more going for it but gave up per usual

CARDBOARD CUTOUT DOGDAYYYY

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Guys it’s DayNap implied OKAY? I swear

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I love tall catnap x stupid looking Dogday

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Am I eating?

They are lowkey haters to each other sometimes (when catnap refuses to get up)🫶

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Hey guys, I decided my hand at fanfic writing so i thought, HEY! Lemme post it here and we see if you guys like it! Its a AU where Dogday gets reborn into the cartoon verse :3

Chapter 1: where am I?

All I remember was falling asleep on a cold, hard surface; the bouncy flooring now deflated as my life. I had said goodbye to my Angel, the old worker who missed the Hour Of Joy.

The person who came to save us–me. I dragged the top half of my body, organs slipping out as a trail of red stained the dirty ground. It’d be the last time, at least I hope it would be. My eyelids fluttered closed, letting me fall asleep from one nightmare to another.

The dark cold of this Playcare; my home, slipped into these old plush bones.

I would be free.

Groaning, Dogday felt his back pressed against something soft. Gasping, he jolted awake with his paws instinctively up–right arm in front of his left; an almost pitiful attempt to protect himself. As Dogday heaved, his vision seemed to clear up; a nice colorful room surrounded him, all sorts of shades of orange.

It accented everything, and he meant it. Orange surrounded him like the red gas, swallowing him whole. His heart felt like it was escaping his chest, ripping apart his stitched up body. His head didn't help either, it was heavy with paranoia and confusion.

Eyelids still were so heavy, trying to lure him right back to sleep. He wasn’t supposed to wake up again. This wasn't the plan. It could be a sick attempt at Catnap’s plea for Dogday to join him. The Prototype. A memory of sunshine and rainbows, not gore splattered on all surfaces. Screams and agony.

Gulping down a gasp, Dogday’s ears lifted; trying to listen better. To understand his surroundings without his eyes, he feared to look to the side. To see his former best friend staring right at him, knowing Dogday was vulnerable. That's when the ringing suddenly hit him, an annoying ding. Over and over again.

Looking at the side hesitantly, his paws lowered once his eyes only landed on an alarm clock. It was shaped like a bone, it jumped around asking to be put to rest for the day. Growling out, Dogday’s muzzle twitched in annoyance. That insufferable ringing was what he’d always heard before a busy day of being best friends with all sorts of people; days of little orphans he grew fond of disappeared.

Slamming his paw down, he shut it off. The noise subsided as he let out a choked sigh. He felt like crying which he wanted to badly; but what if Catnap was watching?

He couldn't show that damn stray he was breaking down, he’s never given up his dignity before; so why start now? Why let a silly sound take him down when he fought tooth and nail to survive. His paws gripped the blanket that draped over where his legs would be. They were huge sheets of cleanliness, they hit the hardwood floors with a thud.

The quick wind snapped at his fur, his eyes closing from the blow. He’d claw out of here, try to find his way around this strange room. But once his eyes opened up, a sight he grew to forget, hit him. Legs laid in the spot, soft fuzzy tiny legs. So short they killed his height almost entirely. He felt sickness now spread through his body.

Everything spun like a fast roundabout, he wanted to hurl out his guts. Whatever remained at least, his body was almost destroyed in one go; and he was already wasting it being afraid. Those trembling paws slowly hovered over the foreign limbs, his paw pads gently brushing over the fur.

Jerking up like it burnt to even graze the sensation of fur, of his own legs. His eyes lingered towards his torso, finding his body attached; but not whole.

This wasn't him, not the real him. He was much too small now, alas no stitches held him together. He had this tiny body with no scars or pain, but the fear was still there. Hate poisoned this new body already, sinking his bones with thoughts. To harm a certain cat. As he stared at these newfound legs attached to this body, a sudden smack on his back grabbed his attention.

Right, left, no right again! He looked at the motions, what was that?! He couldn't catch it! Spinning his whole body, he spun himself right out of bed. A cry blurted out of his throat, becoming caught by only the air.

He landed on his upper back, his behind propped against what he now sees as a big bed. Legs awkwardly bent; falling to their respective sides. And right between his legs, his tail hid. Wait, what? His arms swung up, a bad form of a sit up. Trying to get up or reach for his tail he didn't know, the sheer bewilderment of having them back struck him harder.

His tail was his emotions shown, who he used to be; something that was taken away with his best form of escape. His tail always told how he felt, it was a part of him. One he lost so long ago. Tears slipped down his furry cheeks, that damn tail wagged with pure bliss. He was happy, and he couldn't stop his tail.

Grabbing the sheet of the bed, he hosted himself up. Back cracking under the pressure, he sat on his behind. Something he hadn't done in the worst half of a decade. His tail wagged, his feet gently moved; trying to feel and understand themselves again. God, this just didn't feel right, didn't feel like him.

This body was with the wrong person. Pushing himself up with his palms, Dogday forced himself on his right side, his thigh wrongly pressed on the coldness. Grunting out, he made himself go onto his knees. Only to wobbly, arms and legs trembling at the not usual morning activity.

His left knee dragged against the floor, his fur getting pitched at it. Wincing in slight discomfort, he stopped. Maybe this was a sign; a call for his legs to work as they used to.

With a much too confident sense of purpose, he sat back down on his knees. Bouncing on them like a puppy of his past, he almost shot himself up; his eyes wide with an unbothered smile. Only to imminently dive onto the unforgiving floor-face first.

He whimpered out; a howl of pure despair and taste left in his mouth. He felt so stupid, how could he think he’d be up and walking again? So dumb. Muttering curses, he decided to worm his way to the door. Elbows hit the floor, arms now pulling this too much extra weight.

Reaching for the doorknob, he cringed at the too-short of arms. Pushing himself up into the air, he smacked it. He attempted about three times before he could latch on; cranking it open. The comically large door creaked open revealing a way too bright of a house.

Now dragging himself around this strange home, he gazed around. Such a dog-themed home, surely this wasn't created for him, right? He lay in the living room, eyes hitting a picture that dangled so lovingly on its wall. A picture of his cartoon body hugging a much too familiar purple cat.

They smiled wide, his tail was wagging during the flash of the camera. Growling out, Dogday let out harsh barks and growls. He couldn’t reach that picture, it felt so much taller than he was; he could only hope his anger could drop it.

Make it shake and fall to the ground; to shatter itself. So busy with his flood of pain, he barely heard the knock of his front door. Until it swung open, the shining sun casting down a huge shadow over the figure. His tail now hid between his legs, his ears lowered as he stared up fearfully at this person.

His heart was in the pit of his stomach, the figure reached out its paw. Catnap was here. The red on his paw was soaked with blood. Fear consumed Dogday as he waited for that paw to claw him to death. This new body didn't know fight as a protocol, only to freeze. Dogday gulped down his second chance at life, almost ready to let Catnap win. That too red hand just reaching for him, a voice calling his name.

Heeding him to join.

And here’s a silly drawing to go with it

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Dogish Dogday??

Sorry I died. AO3 curse, but anyways, IM BACKKKK

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I like drawing them STUPID.