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hyenaa-euphoria · 2 days
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FINALLY IT LETS ME POST
SORRY FOR BEING INACTIVE IDK WHAT HAPPENED WITH MY TUMBLR🙏
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i love them :3
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bob243 · 2 days
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CATFEINE!!!11!!1!11! I love the idea of them and couldn't help but make a monster version of it. Right side up:
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and upside down so you don't have to tilt your screen:
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I think after the hoj Catfeine would solely rely on what she can produce for her diet: coffee. Her digestive system had to change itself to process coffee more efficiently and the most obvious one from an outside view being running tubes around her skin. These tubes are there to send coffee back up to her throat so it can be digested again like a cow. To further help digest coffee some of her digestive organs became larger and having nowhere to go moved upwards trough her neck making it longer. Catfeine would end up burning her hands a lot so she started wearing gloves the engineers had. Sadly her claws cut the tips :( . She would end up burning other parts of her body aswell so to help ease the pain she uses belts as bandages on the burning areas. Obviously coffee lacks a lot from a normal diet so she still needs to eat meat. Her long tail hand helps a lot with hunting small ones that hide inside the factories cracks and crevices. Hunting is dangerous though and because of this she ended up losing an eye and a part of her tail hair.
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definii · 27 days
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Another one of his habits. Touch and Affirmation
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frog-cultist · 2 months
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I’m not even a major fan of poppyplaytime I just really really like the insomnia kitty
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glitchesartstudio · 2 months
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aureum-cordis · 1 month
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Lost & Found, Part 2
A/N: Hey again! Here’s Part 2, I didn’t want to make y’all wait too long for it. DogDay actually finds you in this part! The same warnings as from before apply, make sure to check out the first part if you haven’t already. Thank you for checking out this fic! Check out the other parts here: Part 1 , Part 3
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Yet as the orange dog neared the doorway and slowly opened the door, it was then that he noticed the small shape amidst the darkness. It was huddled near a bed, resting against the frame with a mangled plush in its hands as it wept into the soft body of what had once been some sort of animal.
A realization dawned on him in an instant, it was one of the children. Several questions flooded his mind, the most abundant of which contained some form of concern as to how this small child had survived.
Upon beginning to enter the room, his hand made contact with a plank of wood that groaned in protest under the added weight. The sound made him wince, his eyes immediately darting to the child in the room.
It was then that you looked up from the plush animal in your hands and finally noticed his presence. Panicked sobs and desperate attempts to back away from him were your way of trying to escape. DogDay was equally as panicked, knowing that he had to find something to soothe you and quick.
The last thing either of them needed was for CatNap to become aware of their presence. At this point, you had crawled under the bed in an attempt to get away from him, something that tore at his heart at that very moment. Tears ran down your face in streams, running down your nose as you began to hiccup from the intensity. DogDay lowered himself to the floor, attempting to mimic some form of submission.
His plush ears tilted back and his tail was held low and wagged slowly, his approach was inchmeal, but that was intentional. You were terrified of his very presence, he knew that he needed to do something to prove that he wouldn’t hurt you. His chin rested on the floor as he laid down a short distance away from the bed you took cover under.
Your sobs continued for several long minutes, pawing at your eyes with balled up fists to try to stop the steady flow. DogDay was patient, he would remain here for as long as you needed to feel comfortable.
He knew that staying here forever wasn’t an option, but his fear of CatNap’s presence had since dissipated upon noticing you.
You were so small, tinier than you should’ve been at such an age. Your skin was pale from the lack of sunlight and he could see your ribs through the tattered and dirty shirt you wore. Malnutrition plagued your already petite body, it was a miracle you had lasted this long. The bags under your eyes and the way your eyelids hung low were signs that he recognized as symptoms of sleep deprivation.
The intensity of your weeping had lessened as you peered out from under the bed at him through blurry eyes. He remained still, the only things moving were his and the slow wag of his tail. Slowly, you crept closer to him, hesitating every now and then as if you expected him to lash out at you.
But the orange dog was motionless, allowing you to come to him at your own pace. You tentatively stuck a hand out toward his head, the other still clutching the mangled fabric of the plush like a lifeline. DogDay lifted his head slowly and met your hand with his muzzle as well as his nose, to which you didn’t pull away, much to his surprise.
Instead, you began to pet him, running your hand along the fur of his chin. He wasn’t sure how to react at that moment, but you seemed more than content to keep stroking his dirty and matted fur, so he would allow it. Your eyes were swollen and red from crying, but now only a stray tear or two ran down your small cheeks.
Your breathing was still ragged and weak as your lungs attempted to gather oxygen from the stale air in the building. The orange dog allowed you to continue to run your hand along his head, when he noticed that you had moved closer to him. You placed the plush toy down by your side, DogDay watching with slight confusion when suddenly your arms wrapped around his head, which was relatively around the same size as your body.
You buried your small face into one of his downy ears, holding onto him as if he would vanish if you loosened your grip in the slightest.
Gently, he placed one of his hands on your back, careful to not frighten you as he did so. You grabbed handfuls of his fur, which he didn’t mind, knowing well that you were just a terrified little kid.
DogDay knew you didn’t deserve this, none of the children had warranted the horrors they were forcefully dragged into solely for daring to exist. Your weak little body shook like a leaf in the breeze as you held onto him and he used his hand to support you.
He hushed you softly, feeling tears soak into the fur of his ear that you still had your face buried in. “I’m here, you're not alone anymore. I won’t let anything happen to you.” His voice was quiet and gentle as he spoke, the sound startled you but as you listened to his words, he noticed that you relaxed substantially.
The muscles of your small frame had been taut prior, yet the words he spoke seemed to register in your fear-addled mind and set you at ease. Now that you were calmer and seemed to accept his presence, he deemed it to be a good time to return to the others.
He wasn’t sure how long they had been in this room, but he knew that staying in one place for far too long was a death sentence. Slowly, he lifted his head and broke the embrace in order to meet your eyes. You made a sound of protest, disliking the way he had moved away from you, but you looked at him in confusion as to why he had pulled away.
“It’s not safe here, will you come with me? I think I might need your company, I’m not brave enough to do it alone.” His words were far from the truth, anyone with sense would know that. There was no way he was going to abandon this child here, there wasn’t even the slightest chance that you would leave his sight.
But he had spoken that way as if he were the one that needed the child rather than the other way around, with the way you nodded and despite the circumstances, even allowed a small smile to grace your tear-stricken face. It was the sign he needed to know that it had worked, allowing you to feel stronger in such a horrible situation.
You were a brave child and DogDay knew that, you wouldn’t have lasted this long if you weren’t. He could only imagine what you had been through, what you had been forced to witness. But those thoughts could be addressed later, his main priority was returning to what remained of the Smiling Critters with you in tow.
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Poppy playtime chapter 3 on my blog??
I just love stuffed animals
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I need plush cute catnap
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han-vi41 · 1 month
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- "Please hold on, everything will be fine..."
Spoiler for one job
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choke2sleep · 4 months
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Sleep….sleeeep. Chasyn puts Cena to sleep a couple of times with a figure 4 leg sleeper and then finishes him off with a sleeper hold. Nighty night….sleeeep.
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supershyticklee · 1 month
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Ticklish Revenge
OK! Here we are! The long awaited Dogday tickles reader fic! Enjoy!
"Are you ticklish?~" the question had caught you off guard as you could feel your cheeks turn pink from the flush of blood rushing to your cheeks. You could feel the deep rumble from the dogs chest as he chuckled "Angel~" he sing-songed. "Answer me~" he teased letting his fingers wiggle against your stomach, the feeling caught you off-guard as you began to giggle and protest. "I-'m not ticklihihihihihihish!" you denied but your giggles gave you away to the evil dog that had been spooning you, you were trapped. "Oh really?~ Then why are you giggling?~" he teased in your ear making you blush more as you continued to giggle from the tickling and the nervousness that crept up your spine. The critter only smirked seeing you off-guard as you suddenly felt the critters fingers dig between your ribs. The rough tickles suddenly came without warning and you burst with laughter curling up, kicking, squirming, pushing at his hands, any and everything you could do to try and stop him. "Awww is my angel ticklish?~ poor angel~" he teased tickling between your ribs as your blush only worsened as you laughed. "Dog-dogday plehehehehehehehease! I'm sohohohohohorryhyhyhyhyhyhy!" you apologized trying to appease him to escape this ticklish prison that you were in. "Oh now your sorry are you?~ Now your sorry!~ Yeah right!~" Dogday replied as he got up pinning you on the bed beneath him as he began squeezing your sides. Your head shot back screaming with laughter as you kicked and squirmed pushing at the critters hands desperately "DOGDAY NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! PLEHHEHEHEHEHEASE!! I SAID I WAS SORRYHYHYHYHYHYHY!!" you managed to say through your loud fits of laughter, but the dog only chuckled. "Awwwww look at you angel~ You look so beautiful when your happy~" he teased but also complimented as you covered your red blushing face laughing "SHUT UHUHUHUHUHUHUHUP!!". Silence. Everything suddenly stopped, as you lied there panting you removed your hands form your face and looked up at the critter above you and froze. This dog had the biggest smirk on his face as he looked down at you "I'm sorry angel~ Care to repeat yourself?~" ohhhh you done goofed up. "I-I didn't mean it!" you quickly sputtered as Dogday tilted his head keeping his smirk "you told me to shut up?~ Angel?~" he teased from above. You could only lay there in fear yet slight excitedness as the dog shook his head kissing his tongue "tsk tsk tsk~ Oh angel~". He teased from above as you jumped giggling feeling a claw trace down your tummy, wait... HE HAD CLAWS?! Panic ran through your body as you went in fight or flight mode. You chose flight. You quickly got up and tried to run laughing but were caught. "Oh no you don't!~ C'mere angel!~" Dogday called out as he got up and grabbed you from behind laughing with you as you squirmed in his grasp "Dogday plehehehehehease! I said I was sorryhyhyhyhyhyhyhyhy!" you giggled as Dogday laughed "I haven't even touched you and your already giggling!~ Such a ticklish angel you are~" he teased. Your giggles only increased form your flustered state, but it soon turned into laughter as you felt his claws dig into your tummy. Dogday chuckled watching you melt in his arms laughing as he teased in your ear "thought you could run did you Angel?~ Not this time~ Your mine angel~ My ticklish angel~" he purred tickling you as you just continued to blush and laugh. After a while your laughter began to get weak and Dogday lent up, slowing his ticklish assault on you. You panted giggling from the ghost tickles as you felt your form be picked up and put back on the bed and a hand pet your hair. "You alright angel?" Dogday asked as you nodded catching your breath. Once you were back in bed again Dogday had been holding you as you buried your head into his chest. You suddenly heard a yelp and laugh as you looked to see a flustered Dogday after you had squeezed his sides. "ANGEL!!" he cried flustered as you got up and ran off laughing from the playfully angry dog as he chased you laughing to get his revenge. Safe to say, neither of you were getting sleep that night~
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hyenaa-euphoria · 2 months
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the besties that totally dont hate each other jajaja!!!!
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gkroeh · 1 month
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Daynap template by: @//shakey-loves thank you for the smiling critters idea!!
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definii · 25 days
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Externalizing obsession
TW below:
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jayaury · 2 months
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Sinking Dreams
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You weren't thinking of waking up, were you?
You weren't thinking of leaving this lovely dream, were you?
Leaving me?
Leaving my big... soft... breasts...
Aren't you so happy here? Aren't you relaxed? Aren't you soooo tired and sleepy here with me?
Of course you are.
And it's sooo hard to wake up, isn't it? Sooo hard to get up. Sooo hard to do anything other than nuzzle my big, pillowy breasts. To close your eyes again. To just...
Give in...
That's right. Just relax. It's just a dream. Dreams can't hurt you. Dreams can't trap you. Dreams can't sink you deeper and deeper into obedient submission.
It's just a dream.
So relax.
Sink.
Sink for mistress...
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glitchesartstudio · 2 months
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He’s sad now
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aureum-cordis · 1 month
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Lost & Found, Part 3
A/N: Hey again! I’m so happy my other two parts have gotten so much attention, truly! Thank you all so much! Would anyone be interested in potential stories with the other characters too? I’m more than happy to take requests if anyone has any they’d like! Anyway, I hope you like this part! Check out the first two parts here: Part 1 , Part 2
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However, now he had a new challenge to face and it was how exactly he was going to transport you back. He didn’t want you to step on glass or fall through any of the floorboards that had been rotting away for ages. DogDay looked at you and you cocked your head like a confused pup as he thought.
The action would’ve been adorable, had you not been so fragile looking. Then an idea came to him, he could just carry you to ensure that you weren’t in risk of any of the debris being potentially harmful to you.
Slowly, he rose from the ground and easily towered over you. Being that he was a product of the Bigger Bodies Initiative, it meant that he was much larger than even grown adults, so it was no surprise that you were minuscule in comparison.
You didn’t flinch or back away from him as he stood before you, instead you seemed to be fascinated with his size. Much like CatNap, the leader of the Smiling Critters was also quadrupedal. He raised one of his forelegs and extended his open palm to you, to which you immediately placed your small hand in his and looked up at him, a proud little smile on your face. An amused exhale left him, taking several moments to simply admire the tenacity that you possessed at such a young age.
But he gently shook his head before he spoke, his voice low and as soft as his dirtied fur. “Would you allow me to carry you?” You seemed to think his words over before nodding and stepping closer to him, raising your arms as you looked up at him expectantly.
It was such a simple action, a display of the innocence you still had despite the traumatic things you had been forced to endure. DogDay felt the hope in his chest bloom as he looked down at you, a reason to keep fighting against The Prototype’s control was standing right in front of him.
Gently, he reached forward and placed his hands under your raised arms, lifting you off of the ground. You were far too small to need to be carried with two of his hands. So once you were secure in one of his arms, he allowed his other foreleg to return to the ground.
You were mainly resting in his palm, even going as far as shifting your position so you could see where DogDay was taking you. He lifted you slightly higher so now you were closer to his chest, as if he were attempting to hide you to some extent. You didn’t seem opposed to the closeness at all, your little eyes were drawn to the sun pendant that was attached to the zipper that ran down his neck and torso.
He didn’t seem to notice what your attention was focused on, as he started to slowly and carefully leave the room they were in. Walking on three legs wasn’t much of a challenge, but it certainly made his return sluggish. His eyes and ears were on high alert, making sure to stay completely silent as he listened and looked for any possible sign of CatNap.
He was cautious when it was just himself at risk, now he was even more on edge and tense as he made the short trek back. You seemed more than content to rest in his gentle hold and paw at the sun that you were so focused on, the soft clinks and protest of the pendant as it made contact with the metal of the zipper.
The sound, as well as knowing that you were momentarily safe, was the only thing that kept his spirits high. He knew that you would be fawned over by the other remaining two of the Smiling Critters, something that could finally give the others, and you as well, some sort of joy.
It felt like it had been hours by the time DogDay had finally reached the room where what remained of the Smiling Critters sought refuge, knowing well that it was only due to stress that it had felt so dreadfully long. Gently, he lowered you to the ground and waited until you stood up on your own. Once you had, you turned to look at him expectantly.
The orange furred dog raised the same hand he had been using to carry you, to knock on the door three times in quick succession. He was met with nothing but silence but that was to be expected, a warm welcome could happen behind closed doors and once they were out of the hall. He proceeded to open the door slowly, gesturing for you to enter the room first.
It was a force of habit really, DogDay had always been the last one to enter any room when he had company. It was to make sure that if any harm were to befall anyone, that it would be him rather than those he had been following after.
You looked at him, hesitant at first but upon peering into the room, your hesitance dissipated. CraftyCorn had risen from her place amongst the ground, paper and various mediums used to draw scattered along the ground, and noticed that their leader was not alone. Her hooves covered her mouth as you entered the room and looked at her. You didn’t seem afraid, more curious than anything.
Your little eyes fell to the floor, noticing the crayons and markers next to a drawing of what appeared to be a red flower. It wasn’t one you could recognize, but you seemed amazed by it nonetheless. The unicorn also turned to look at the art supplies among the ground before her gaze met DogDay’s, who was currently shutting the door behind him.
Their confusion mimicked much of his own when he had first found you, but he would answer her questions later. For now, he wanted to make sure that you were comfortable with the new set of friendly faces you were interacting with. Bobby BearHug had also turned to face the door when she heard it close, her eyes immediately landing on you as well. The red bear didn’t move closer, fearing that her mind was playing tricks on her for several moments.
However, when you didn’t disappear or fade away, she realized that what she was seeing was real. The leader of the Smiling Critters noticed her uncertainty and gestured for her to come over as well.
Meanwhile, you had turned your attention to CraftyCorn and pointed down at the paper scattered on the ground. Without words, the artist of the bunch knew what you were asking. “Would you like to join me?” Their voice was soft and hushed, but when you nodded and sat down near the crafts in a cross-legged position, a small laugh couldn’t help but leave her lips.
Bobby BearHug had also approached, giving a small wave in greeting to which you were more than willing to return. You then looked back at DogDay, who was still standing by the door and hadn’t quite moved upon entering.
He watched as the other remaining two of the Smiling Critters sat down around you, content as he noticed the way their moods had brightened substantially. You weren’t afraid of the size of them, despite the fact that you were dwarfed as they sat beside you.
CraftyCorn was more than willing to share her supplies and handed you one of the less dirtied sheets of paper they had. “What’s your name?” Bobby BearHug asked, looking over to see what you were drawing at the moment. Her voice was warm despite the way it wavered slightly, wrapping her arms around herself in an embrace of her own as she waited.
You paused, blue crayon in hand, before beginning to write something on the sheet of paper that was set in front of you. Your strokes were slow and, despite the awkward way you held the colored wax, legible to some extent. “That’s a beautiful name!” The red bear complimented to which CraftyCorn nodded their agreement, a proud beaming smile took its place upon your face as the two agreed that your name was wonderful.
You then turned around, bright and excited to show DogDay what you had written on the paper. The way you still managed to be such a bundle of joy in the circumstances was admirable and it warmed his heart. He walked closer and knelt down, gently grabbing the bottom of the paper with his index finger and thumb.
You waited patiently for his reaction, eagerly looking up at him. “Bobby wasn’t lying, you have a wonderful name.” DogDay replied, his voice full of warmth and affection as you smiled at him. He was about to return to his place by the door when you patted the ground behind you, seemingly waiting for something.
The orange dog was surprised by the silent request to join you, but he complied. The leader joined the remaining Smiling Critters and you, who waited until the dog sat down, before you turned the paper over and began to draw.
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