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Gonna be doing Artfight again this year :D

Idk what else to say so uh

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Aaaand done! This was fun!

This one’s for you Megan 🫵

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Decided to practice drawing Mommy Long Legs and I think she came out pretty decent.

As for the other drawings with her and Gwen? Well those are some plot important parts of my ppt au, which I'll be calling the Better Lives au from now on.

When she was a little kid, Gwen got a Mommy Long Legs toy and it quickly became her favorite toy of all time. She would always take it with her everywhere, and it even inspired her to pursue a career in fashion design.

Apon encountering Mommy Long Legs in the factory, Gwen felt rather uneasy seeing her favorite childhood toy act the way she did. Though Mommy wasn't as cruel as she is in-game since Gwen isn't a Playtime.Co employee.

Though that quickly changed when Gwen "cheated" at Statues. The chase happens as it normally does until the very end. Mommy gets her arm stuck in the grinder and struggles to break free. Seeing this, Gwen decided to turn the machine off and booked it immediately afterwards. This left Mommy confused, having no idea why the person she was tormenting suddenly saved her life. Wanting answers, she decided to follow Gwen in secret.

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I've made two more ppt ocs hehe

Gwen Anderson used to work as a cashier at a local grocery store. But after getting fired, she began searching for other jobs. While on this job hunt, Gwen bumped into an article talking about the mysterious closing of the Playtime Co factory and how anything made by the company would be considered rare at this point.

This gave Gwen the idea to go into the abandoned factory, fish out whatever valuables were inside, and then sell whatever she could find. So Gwen set off for the factory, unaware of the horrors she was about to face.

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Olivia Cooper was an orphan at Playcare who arrived at a very young age. She was a very energetic and social child who always dreamed of getting adopted, but fate had other plans for her unfortunately.

After becoming a toy, Olivia lost most of her memories, including her name. But she still retained her wish of wanting a family. Years passed after the Hour of Joy occurred and the Box She Boo found herself in the upper levels of the factory when a new face appeared. Curious, she hid in her box form and watched as the intruder began gathering some things, including a GrabPack. Gwen took notice of the box and began inspecting it, and apon seeing that it was in peak condition, she knew that she had a fortune in her hands. So Gwen began talking to herself about how she'd take good care of the toy while putting it in her bag. This made Olivia imprint on Gwen. Finding herself with a mother now, Olivia is now determined to help Gwen escape the factory so they can live together as a happy family.

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Miscellaneous facts time

Olivia was 6 years old when she was chosen. And Gwen was 36 years old when she entered the factory.

Gwen knows how to knit and sew.

When Olivia was turned into a toy, two of her fingers had lost all feeling in them. The scientists tried to fix this but to no avail. After the HoJ, she ate both fingers so that she wouldn't starve.

Near the end of the Huggy Wuggy chase, Olivia helped Gwen by pointing out the box above her. After he was dealt with, Gwen took a breather and that was when the Box She Boo revealed herself. She was understandably surprised by this, even more so when the toy kept calling her mama.

Olivia has no qualms with eating other toys.

Gwen was the one who gave Box She Boo the name Spring.

And that's all the fun facts about these two so far. I can't wait to do more with these two, especially when they eventually meet Sophie and Emily.

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Hi! I actually wanted to send in an oc for you to draw a while back but I completely forgot to do that

Anyways here's my dough gal Emily, who's simply friends with Doey in case I need to clarify

Now that's what I'm talking about!

I've seen your OC before and I like her a lot! I think her backstory with her little sister is cool and interesting, and it reminds me of how I've thought before about the idea of PPT orphans who are siblings and how there's a lot of potential for interesting (and tragic) stories there. I'm honestly kinda surprised that there are no orphan siblings in canon so far (excluding how people see the 3 Doey boys as brothers, because in this case I mean being related pre-experimentation).

I already got the impression from your art that she and Doey were just friends, so don't worry lol.

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A bunch of doodles of people’s PPT stuff I’ve wanted to get to for a hot second!

Val belongs to @critterzone13

Bobby Hangout with @critterzone13 kid, my Bella, and @palettepainter ‘s gal

@side-blog-times The King

@playtimeframeshift absolutely darling Huggy and Kissy redesigns I wish I could do proper justice

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Decided to draw what Olivia and Andy looked like before becoming toys

Also I had no idea how to pose their hands so that's why they look like that

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How did Sophie and Emily look like when they were humans? 

Here's what they looked like before becoming toys

I don't really draw humans, but I think I did a decent job at drawing these gals

Also ignore the fact that I didn't know how to draw Emily's hands

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Come one come all, the king has arrived!

Everyone meet the kind and loveable King Periwinkle! He always looks out for his subjects and fulfills their every wish. Out of all the Scribble Sloths, King Periwinkle is the perfect friend for any occasion!

...Now what about his real world counterpart?

Andy Lee Colson was a rather lonely orphan at Playcare. He couldn't make many friends and the few that he did have would end up getting adopted, leaving Andy all alone. So he devoted himself into getting the best scores possible in the Game Station in the hopes that would get him adopted. But all it did was make him get chosen for experimentation.

When first coming to as a toy, Andy was surprisingly happy about his ordeal. Especially since he was turned into his favorite Scribble Sloth. This filled him with lots of confidence, something he never had as a human. Andy was very cooperative with the employees and overall easy to handle.

But everything changed when the Hour of Joy happened. For the first time in what felt like forever, Andy was scared. All he could really do was protect the orphans while they were being transferred to the labs. And once everything was said and done, Andy was left to fend for himself.

He hates the fact that all of this happened because of the Prototype. But he's way too scared to join the fight against him. So Andy keeps to himself in his own corner of the factory, creating a small comfort zone where he can pretend that everything is okay. They say ignorance is bliss after all...

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Time for random facts

Andy was 10 years old when he was chosen to become a toy.

He's taller than most toys but is just slightly shorter than Huggy Wuggy.

Andy will usually collect other Scribble Sloths to bring to his comfort zone whether they're dead or alive.

This led to an incident where he took Sophie and kept her in his happy place for a few days.

The two of them got along in those few days, so when Sophie was eventually "rescued" by Emily, they both started to meet up in secret.

Andy is absolutely terrified of Emily and dreads the idea of angering her again.

Under his Scribble Sloth face is a pitch black void with small, white eyes. When angered, sharp teeth appear.

And that's pretty much all I've got at the moment. Now I can finally begin planning out the story for my ocs hehehe >:)

(Psst @justabeewithapen, I've made one more scribble silly)

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Back with some more Poppy Playtime oc stuff hehe

@justabeewithapen I've made more scribble sillies

Meet the other Scribble Sloths. They each came with their own marker colors and stamp shapes, but they could be interchanged between all six of them.

The Scribble Sloths had their own animated mini series, which was made purely for the sake of advertising the dolls. In the show, each of the sloths were given way more personality to really make them stand out on their own.

Peony is a total sweetheart who loves spreading joy to others. She enjoys peaceful walks and will usually stop to smell the roses. Overall, she's a great sloth to be around.

Daffodil is an adventurous sloth with a seemingly endless amount of energy. She loves to explore and will usually drag her sister Peony along with her. If you feel like going on an adventure, then Daffodil is the perfect sloth for the occasion.

Aster is a caring sloth who prioritizes the well-being of his friends above all else. If you're feeling down in the dumps, then Aster will offer to play a game with you to make you feel better. This sloth is perfect if you're looking for a shoulder to lean on.

Queen Lilac is a very generous sloth who loves sharing with others. There are a few moments where she messes up her royal duties, but with her king's support, she's always able to bounce back. Queen Lilac is the perfect fit for those who love spoiling their friends.

Clover loves to play games and is typically seen playing some kind of sport. He doesn't really care if he wins or loses since having fun is all that matters to him. This sloth is just the right companion for all those sports loving enthusiasts out there.

The mini series revolved around Peony and Daffodil living their everyday lives while occasionally solving problems with the power of their magic markers. The show was met with moderate success, fulfilling its sole purpose of advertising the sloths. It even brought in new fans after the introduction of a completely new character that was never seen before. This new sloth had a plush made shortly after the mini series ended and quickly became the most sold Scribble Sloth out of the entire line.

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I've made two more ppt ocs hehe

Gwen Anderson used to work as a cashier at a local grocery store. But after getting fired, she began searching for other jobs. While on this job hunt, Gwen bumped into an article talking about the mysterious closing of the Playtime Co factory and how anything made by the company would be considered rare at this point.

This gave Gwen the idea to go into the abandoned factory, fish out whatever valuables were inside, and then sell whatever she could find. So Gwen set off for the factory, unaware of the horrors she was about to face.

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Olivia Cooper was an orphan at Playcare who arrived at a very young age. She was a very energetic and social child who always dreamed of getting adopted, but fate had other plans for her unfortunately.

After becoming a toy, Olivia lost most of her memories, including her name. But she still retained her wish of wanting a family. Years passed after the Hour of Joy occurred and the Box She Boo found herself in the upper levels of the factory when a new face appeared. Curious, she hid in her box form and watched as the intruder began gathering some things, including a GrabPack. Gwen took notice of the box and began inspecting it, and apon seeing that it was in peak condition, she knew that she had a fortune in her hands. So Gwen began talking to herself about how she'd take good care of the toy while putting it in her bag. This made Olivia imprint on Gwen. Finding herself with a mother now, Olivia is now determined to help Gwen escape the factory so they can live together as a happy family.

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Miscellaneous facts time

Olivia was 6 years old when she was chosen. And Gwen was 36 years old when she entered the factory.

Gwen knows how to knit and sew.

When Olivia was turned into a toy, two of her fingers had lost all feeling in them. The scientists tried to fix this but to no avail. After the HoJ, she ate both fingers so that she wouldn't starve.

Near the end of the Huggy Wuggy chase, Olivia helped Gwen by pointing out the box above her. After he was dealt with, Gwen took a breather and that was when the Box She Boo revealed herself. She was understandably surprised by this, even more so when the toy kept calling her mama.

Olivia has no qualms with eating other toys.

Gwen was the one who gave Box She Boo the name Spring.

And that's all the fun facts about these two so far. I can't wait to do more with these two, especially when they eventually meet Sophie and Emily.

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I've seen some great Poppy Playtime ocs, so I've decided to draw some of them interacting with my ocs for funsies :>

First up is @chibifox2002's Concept Doey. I like that he's just an absolute bastard who likes messing with others, so I drew him doing just that.

I was originally gonna draw them interacting when they were human, but I couldn't quite figure out what to do so I scrapped the idea. Might come back to it later tho.

Next up is @animatorrader's CozyRosy. The moment I saw Cozy I knew I had to draw her and Sophie interacting.

I imagine Sophie would see Cozy as a mother figure, partially because they're both sloths, and go to her whenever she's feeling troubled.

Then we've got @outer-andromeda's Raph and Ava. Since I only drew half of Raph, I threw in Ava as well to kinda make up for that.

Seeing Raph look vaguely similar to how she looked when she was human, Emily would sure have some Thoughts on the matter.

And last but not least, here's @cartoonfanatic's Pickle. Girl (gender neutral) you had so many great ocs to choose from I had a hard time deciding before eventually settling on Pickle. Also I hope I got his colors right.

Pickle's dialogue in the bottom-left was originally going to be directed at Sophie, but I wasn't entirely sure if he'd say that to her. So instead, I made it so that he'd be saying that to Doey and Sophie interjects with her own thoughts.

And that's all the art I've got. I definitely plan on doing a part two to this with other ocs. But for now, I need to start making designs for some new ocs I've come up with :3c

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Thanks everyone for stopping by and for the birthday wishes!! 🥰🫶 Here's the pages from magma!

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Managed to screenshot a frame that gives us a better look at his face and oh my god the poor fella looks so freaked out 😭 😭 😭

PLEASE TELL ME I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO NOTICED HE LOOKS GENUINELY FREAKED OUT WHEN YOU SHOOT FLARES AT HIM 😭😭😭🙏🙏

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Crybaby, crybaby

Summary: Omega and Amy have a storied tradition of destroying things together. But today, something is off. Omega helps as best he can.

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“Hey omegaaaaaa!! I’m feeling upset 💥💥💥!!! want to meet me at the junkyard?”

Omega was no stranger to these sorts of texts- they were the primary method of communication between him and Amy Rose. They found out early on that they were quite opposite in their hobbies and preferred topics of conversation, but this one activity brought them together like no other.

Amy had previously arranged with the owner of a junkyard on the perimeter of the city for permission to demolish the ruined cars. She cared about this sort of courtesy; Omega did not, but avoiding the hassles of the meatbag legal system was something he could appreciate.

Omega eased his jet boosters and slid to a stop in front of the barbed wire fence. A loud crash told him that Amy was already inside. With a puff from his jets, he hopped the fence and kicked a nearby lump of metal into a pile of wrecked cars ahead. 

Amy leapt to the top of said pile, and with a magnificent PIKO! she flattened the stack down to his height. 

Omega walked forward and tore the flattened cars in half with a wrench of his claws. He savored the tearing of the metal and shattering of glass, taking the time to analyze the tensile strengths of different components as they broke.

Amy, meanwhile, moved onto the next stack of cars, sending the top one skipping across the broken roofs of others beyond. But when she landed, she hesitated, so Omega grabbed the next car off the stack and tried to skip it further. She had skipped hers three times, he skipped his. . . two and a half times. 2.75 times if he ‘squinted’. Which rounded up to three, which made them even.

Amy did not comment. 

Omega grabbed the next car and tried to break it over his kneecap like he’d seen in a recent human action movie. It didn’t work. He ended up dropping the car, the loose components of it clattering against all the other bits already scattered across the yard. Amy did not flinch. 

Omega scanned Amy further to find. . . moisture leaking out of her eyelids. Inconceivable. Perhaps some coolant from one of the cars had sprayed on her face? 

But then she hiccuped. And let out a sob.

“YOU ARE CRYING.” Omega stated.

She dropped her hammer and covered her eyes. “O-Oh, it's nothing! Just. . . something in my eyes, you know how it is. . .” 

She shuddered and rubbed her eyes. Then she turned to him with a smile. Her upper lip was twitching. She picked up her hammer and tapped it against the car Omega had dropped. It did not even leave a dent. 

“THAT WAS PATHETIC.” 

“I know!” She flung her hammer to the ground again. “I know I am!” 

A stream of tears poured down her cheeks and she covered her face again. She fell to her knees

For four minutes and three seconds, she sobbed and whimpered. Omega spent most of that time trying to reconcile this expression with the data he’d collected so far on her, only to find that he was unable to. 

“I-I’m sorry Omega.” She finally spoke when her whimpering was no longer quite so frequent. “I don’t mean to be- to be like every stupid person you hate. That everyone hates.” 

“IF I DESPISED YOU, I WOULD NOT HAVE COME.” Omega replied. 

“R-Really?” She looked up at him, eyes full of moisture. Like she was absolutely dependent on his next phrase not to spill anymore tears. 

He wasn’t used to this. “AFFIRMATIVE.” 

“Even when- even when I’m like this?” she pointed at the pathetic mess of snot on her face. “Everyone hates when I’m like this.”

“IT IS IRRELEVANT TO ME.” 

“You don’t h-hate it?” 

“I DO NOT.” He reaffirmed again. He didn’t know what else to say. 

“I do-don’t understand, how you of all people can stand me. I’m so- like this! Like this!” She kept pointing at her face. “Stupid and emo- emotional like a stupid little girl.” 

“YOU ARE NEITHER STUPID NOR LITTLE.” 

“How do you know?”

“YOU ARE STATISTICALLY AVERAGE IN HEIGHT FOR YOUR AGE AND GENDER.” 

“Omega, that’s not what I-”

“AND YOU ARE NOT STUPID.”

“But I am overly emotional. Over the stupidest things.”

Omega paused.

“Please don’t play dumb. I do-don’t need you to. You can say it.” She looked down.

“WHAT DO YOU DESIRE FOR ME TO SAY?”

“Stop playing dumb!” She shrieked. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m a crybaby who gets mad over every little thing and I obsess and I. . . and I. . .” 

Omega inched towards her. When she continued to sob into her hands, he knelt down beside her. She still didn’t move. 

“YOU BELIEVE THAT YOU ‘GET MAD OVER EVERY LITTLE THING’?” 

“Y-yeah, because I can’t take a joke, o-or. . .’

“FALSE. THAT IS MY JOB.” 

She choked on her next sob.

“YOU ARE NOT AS WRATHFUL AS I AM.”

“I wasn’t trying to make it a competition.” 

“YOU WERE NOT. WRATH IS AN INFINITE VARIABLE. I AM STILL WINNING, OF COURSE.” 

“That’s not the point!”

“WHY ARE YOU UPSET ABOUT YOUR ADMIRABLE STOCKPILE OF WRATH?”

“Wha- what’s that supposed to mean?”

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR WRATH?”

Amy stared up at him. “Because I’m only angry at the wrong things.”

“FALSE. YOU GET ANGRY WHEN PEOPLE INSULT YOU.” 

“But they don’t mean it.”

“IRRELEVANT.”

“And I get angry when people even just look at me wrong and-”

“BECAUSE THEY LOOK AT YOU AS INCOMPETENT.” 

Her mouth fell open. She looked down at her palms. “Is that why?”

Omega could only look at her palms as well. “IT IS A POTENTIAL HYPOTHESIS.” 

“If you don’t know, then why did you-” She looked at him. “Oh Omega, that’s not fair to you.”

“THAT IS NOT WHAT I WAS IMPLYING!” 

“I’ve seen how other people treat you and it’s not fair that they think you’re any different from them just because you’re a robot.”

“SILENCE!” He pounded his other fist against the ground. “IT IS NOT ABOUT THAT! IT IS ABOUT OUR RAGE!” 

She nodded for him to continue.

“THEY SEE RAGE AS JUVENILE!” Omega pounded his fist again. “THEY RIDICULE MY CRUSADE TO SLAUGHTER EGGMAN!”

“Y-yeah, it’s not something funny to you.” 

“NEITHER IS YOUR RAGE.” Omega clenched his fist beside her.

“No, I guess it’s not. But what about all the other stuff? Like being a cry baby?” 

“CRYING EXPRESSES SADNESS: CONFIRM?”

“Sometimes I cry when I’m angry, or stressed, or happy, or frustrated, or anything.”

“REVISING DEFINITION. CRYING EXPRESSES STRONG EMOTION.” 

“I think so.”

“CONCLUSION: CRYING IS NOT FUNNY.”

“Well, no, maybe it isn’t, but I cry too much-”

“CONCLUSION: CRYING IS NOT FUNNY. VERIFY?”

“I cry too much!” She pushed him away. 

“YOU DO.”

“See, now you’re getting it.”

“BUT IT IS NOT FUNNY.”

“No.” She crossed her arms. “It doesn’t feel funny to me, at least.” 

“THEN WHY ARE YOU MOCKED FOR IT?”

“Because I cry too much.” 

“CRYING TOO MUCH IS ALSO SEEN AS JUVENILE.” 

“Yeah.” She wrapped her arms around herself.

Omega hovered his hand above her shoulders. When he placed it down, she flinched, clearly not expecting it. 

“I-It’s okay Omega, you don’t have to.” She ducked out from his touch. 

He withdrew his hand. 

“Look, I,” Amy stood, “I should get home. Clean up.” 

Omega stood as well. “UNDERSTOOD.”

“Please don’t tell anyone.”

“UNDER ONE CONDITION.”

“And what’s that?”

“YOU ARE NOT INCOMPETENT. OR STUPID. AND ACCORDING TO THE DATA I POSSESS: NEITHER I, NOR ROUGE, NOR SHADOW HATE YOU.” 

“Really?”

“THEY ARE THE ONLY ONES I CAN VERIFY.” He replied. “HOWEVER: THERE IS STRONG DATA FOR TAILS AND KNUCKLES AS WELL.” 

Amy gave a half smile. “And Sonic?”

“I DO NOT POSSESS ENOUGH DATA ON SONIC.” 

“Why not?”

“HE IS A CIRCUMSTANTIAL ALLY AT BEST.”

“But you don’t dislike me?”

“AFFIRMATIVE. YOU ARE PASSIONATE AND DESTRUCTIVE.”

“Ha. ‘Passionate’. Sure.”

Omega loomed over her. “DO NOT DOUBT MY ANALYSIS.” 

“You actually mean it? Passionate?”

“AFFIRMATIVE. UNLIKE SONIC, WHO CLAIMS NOT TO ‘CARE’ ABOUT ANYTHING ASIDE FROM VAGUE MORAL IDEALS.”

“Hey, that’s not true!”

“YOU ARE PASSIONATE. HE IS NOT. THIS IS A STATISTICAL FACT.” 

“So what do you mean by ‘passionate’ then?”

Omega eyed the fence of the junkyard. He could reach it in 4.5 seconds. But instead, he looked back at her. “I AM COMMONLY REFERRED TO AS ‘PASSIONATE’.” 

Amy cracked a small smile. “Aww, Omega. That’s very sweet of you to say.”

“I AM NOT ‘SWEET’.” Omega wagged his finger at her.

She nodded. “Right.” 

“DO YOU CONFIRM THAT YOU ARE NOT INCOMPETENT OR STUPID, AND THAT SHADOW, ROUGE, AND I DO NOT HATE YOU?” 

“I do.” She said. “I mean it.”

“GOOD.” 

Amy grabbed her hammer off the ground and walked to the gate of the junkyard. Omega watched her leave, then kicked around a few more junked cars for them both. 

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Unexpected Familiarity

Finally managed to finish up this comic. It was a lot of work and a few things might be off, but I had a fun time making this!

Also decided to throw in @justabeewithapen's silly buggy cuz why not

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The Accident | Animated Short [Doey the Doughman]