#finally dogday and catnap content

[hyenaa-euphoria]

so i had an idea…

daybarker and nightmare meow

[semisolidmind]

May I please ask for some CatNap and Y/N content? (if CatNap is alive and redeemed ofc) thank you for your content, you are feeding us well.

i think that if y/n managed to stop the prototype from killing catnap, just before the killing blow, then perhaps catnap could have a change of heart. he'd probably just... give y/n one long look (he's stunned that they saved him after all he put them through), then slink away into the shadows. y/n would then see him around occasionally, not really helping the survivors, but not attacking them or reporting them to the prototype either.

it seems the disciple is finally questioning the god he was betrayed by, and is beginning to consider following an angel instead.

then, after all is said and done (and maybe having a small role in overthrowing the prototype), catnap just kinda...shows up, to leave the factory alongside the rest of the survivors. the other toys aren't happy about it, dogday especially, but y/n feels too sorry for catnap to leave him there.

as for how catnap would live alongside the survivors; stalking the woods during the night and sleeping during the day, catnap stays out of everyone's way. maybe there's an old barn on the property, and he's made a nest for himself up in the hayloft. he knows the others don't trust him. however, his nocturnal schedule wouldn't stop him from trying to steal some of y/n's attention for himself (much to dogday's anger).

catnap just wants to be near his savior. y/n tries to be empathetic, but .... they're still a bit jumpy around the quiet feline.

[aureum-cordis]

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.

[bunji-enthusiast]

Actively chewing on the stories

This is so good, any chance there'd be small drabble of Dogday and/or Catnap cuddling with reader who snuck in after hours

NO RUSH TO WORK OF COURSE TAKE YOUR TIME FRIEND

After Hours

Note || finally got this one, adorable request <3

WC || 690

DogDay –

By no means were you entirely an affectionate person, but you craved attention from time to time. Only someone in particular could fulfill your kind of need, you only wanted to cuddle DogDay. He was a positive boy, a beaming dog of joy. Always ready to help children and his friends alike, but you wonder if he was willing to comply with your cuddly needs.

You just didn’t want to be alone and by yourself, so you snuck in after hours, after everyone was gone and went to DogDay.

You tapped on his shoulder, as he appeared to be asleep. The sunny dog jostled at your sudden appearance, “A-angel?” He took a deep breath, holding a large paw to his fluffy chest as he did so. You smiled awkwardly and stood on the balls of your feet, waiting for him to get adjusted to your sudden appearance. 

“So.. hi DogDay.” You nervously spoke, as if there was an undercurrent of giggly nervousness hinted about in your voice. You didn’t know what to say next, so DogDay had finally spoken in return.

“Sweetheart, why are you here? Everyone’s out and done for the day.” DogDay spoke with an inquisitive mind, sitting down once more as he settled into the ambience. You chewed on the bottom of your lip, finding it ridiculous that you had even gone through with this anyhow. Making him uncomfortable was the last thing you wanted to do. Oh why did you think about doing this? You were practically breaking rules, but you wanted to feel selfish just this once. 

You crossed your arms, to feel smaller when you truly finally spoke. “I just wanted to cuddle with you.. Please?”

He huffed with a knowing sigh, motioning for you to come forward and situate yourself upon his body. You squealed with a happy tone, finding victory in this small action. You immediately curled up against him, wasting no time to find yourself to be comfortable. DogDay was warm and smelled obviously of vanilla, it was reassuring, and it helped you to sleep.

DogDay was inebriated, surprised at most at your bold yet shy defiance of the usual employee regulations. But admittedly, he had grown fond of you in ways he hadn’t felt for others, so many and just maybe he can allow himself to feel this nice alongside you. 

“Sweet dreams, angel.”

CatNap –

He was sleepy, but unfortunately a huge insomniac at times. CatNap was huge and large, perfect for cuddling, especially staying comfortable and warm. If one wants a good sleep, you can always rely on this giant kitty.

Right now, you just wanted to cuddle CatNap. He was far too adorable and lonely.

Staying back and working overtime isn’t entirely one of your favorite things to do, but you had only agreed to it for purely the fact you can see CatNap. Perhaps request some nuzzles or even cuddles, which was a current goal of yours. You simply adored the sweet kitty, quiet and unethical he may be at times, but you believed he had real good intentions.

You get startled upon feeling a fuzzy sensation brush across your back, you look back to see CatNap in his usual position, not unusual to see the kitty napping quite a lot of the time.

A groan escapes you as you lay back against the leather office chair. You set down the papers with harsh finality, and got up, resuming to join CatNap in his sleep. You were cold and needed a furry someone, that one in particular was him right now.

You just hoped he didn’t mind your sudden audacious presence, you were far too tired to care about the repercussions anyway. Laying down against him, you close your eyes with a content sigh. Feeling yourself drift away to the edge of sleep soon enough.

CatNap was astonished at your sudden change of pace, he relaxed soon enough and laid back down to where he had been before, his tail lazily dragging over and laying on top of you. He had made sure you were comfortable in your position before he went back to sleep himself. 

[brinntds-blog]

IT IS OUT

IT IS FINALLY DONE ÒWÓ!!!!

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[yanderes-galore]

I'm so glad you're writing for Smilling Critters! Bobby Bearhug is my favorite and now I can finally have some good yandere content for her. Her voice lines already show us how clingy she is and how being alone would leave her devastated. Now, we can see these feelings in one of your concepts. Does she has a monster form like DogDay and CatNap?

Panther trying not to write murderous bears challenge (It's impossible).

🌹Yandere! Bobby Bearhug Concept ❤

(🐻My Version🐻)

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Clingy behavior, Stalking, Possessive behavior, Manipulation, Fear of abandonment, Isolation/Kidnapping, Delusional behavior, Blood, Forced companionship.

Bobby is certainly the embodiment of love.

Her character is meant to be kind and caring.

She loves everything unconditionally.

That affection would definitely be directed towards her obsession.

She'd be overwhelming towards you, too.

Bobby is warm and giving to those around her.

Even when such a quality is easily used and abused.

Another thing to note is Bobby hates being abandoned.

So... I can see her getting attached to someone who reentered the abandoned Playcare.

Just like my other takes on the Smiling Critters, she has a "plush" and "monster" form.

Her plush form is about the size of the others, seeming like the size of a toddler or young child in plush form.

She gives off the smell of roses and often likes to cling to her obsession.

She's probably the most affectionate and clingy of the Smiling Critters.

If not the most obsessive.

Her monster form no doubt leans into her bear characteristics.

She's large, on all fours, and looks ferocious.

Despite her monstrous form, she still focuses on smothering her obsession in affection... the smell of roses still faintly in her fur.

Actually... That's a good way to describe Bobby.

Smothering.

Bobby seems like she'd ignore set boundaries if it meant she could be close to you.

She doesn't want her obsession, her friend, to abandon her like all the rest.

What better way to prevent that than clinging to you tightly?

Perhaps even to the point of claws digging into your flesh.

For this concept, I can see you coming back to Playcare after having worked there.

For years Bobby has been alone.

Many of the other Smiling Critters died off except for DogDay and CatNap... Far as she knows.

She's survived this long by hiding in her smaller form and only using her monster form to hunt whatever she can find.

She's baffled to see a human again in this place.

But as you roam Playcare, looking for answers and escape, Bobby can't help but follow.

She doesn't want to be left alone again...

For all she knows, you're her only chance at companionship.

Which leads you to encountering the small bear... and befriending her.

She plays herself off as a guide, even though she'd really say anything to make you stay.

You can notice Bobby's clingy behavior easily.

She's never away from your side.

In fact, when you do leave her alone, she panics.

Bobby might go into a full blown mental breakdown if you leave her alone.

She sobs, screams, and panics until you come back to scoop her into your arms.

Nothing will take you away from her.

Bobby borders between protective and possessive.

She'd do downright anything just for her obsession to stay with her.

You want to escape? Take her with you!

She has to stay here...?

...

Then you will too.

In a way I feel she's one of the worst Smiling Critters to be obsessed with you.

She has no limits, no boundaries, and will stop at nothing to keep you with her.

You are the first friend she's had in a long time.

Honestly, the isolation has gotten to her head.

She's delusional, insane...

Volatile.

She's so scared to lose you.

You're protected from most if not all harm, due to Bobby using her monster form to tear apart anything that causes an issue.

Like those Mini Critters that roam around?

Yeah, she's tearing those apart like chew toys.

Bloody chew toys.

Bobby may also guilt you into keeping her with you.

She's lonely, she's scared...

Just like you.

Don't leave her alone!

She loves you!

If you tried to leave her behind due to her clingy behavior so you could escape, she tries guilting you.

If that doesn't work... she's clinging to your leg.

If that doesn't work...?

She turns on you... becoming her monster form and dragging you deep into the facility.

You can only out run her for so long.

She'll find you... and she'll keep you all to herself...

Even if it means biting into you until you bleed.

Bobby is... desperate for companionship since being abandoned.

Do you really think she's going to sit back and let you run?

You think she'll let you leave?

Never.

Bobby would follow and hunt you down, making you think you can leave.

Then she ambushes you... dragging you away as her strong jaw locks onto your flesh.

Bobby would drag you deep into Playcare... right into the den she calls home.

You may want her in her plush form... but she doesn't trust you.

She stays in her large bear form, curled around you with low growls.

Blood coats her mouth, from you and previous prey.

Despite everything... the smell of roses is still there...

It's overwhelming... just like she is.

[italian-pastry]

I have a bad habit of not posting art unless it's a perfectly polished and finished piece so rejoice! Traditional doodles be upon thee!

Wow ok there's a lot of these so I'm gonna put most of them under the cut and make another post that includes some OC content which you can find here! (It's a lot of CatNap and DogDay's parents)

Featuring me dealing with DayNap's nonsense in the Sims to entice you to look at the rest lol

I'm back on my 2nd year psych student bullshit and DogDay will just have to deal (Transcript of my handwriting right below) Me: Great news DogDay, I've finally settled on a diagnosis! R.A.D- DogDay: RAD?? Me: R.eactive A.ttachment D.isorder (not radical…) DogDay: oh :(

Miscellaneous doodles! (transcript below again except for my ramblings abt the Zombie Au Cult cuz it's barely canon anymore anyways) (Top Left) Most Gorgeous Big Boba Eyes you've ever seen + Staring Into your Soul (Top Right) Kickin: Your dad looks gnc af mate DogDay: YOU'RE INSANE (Right Side going down) Kickin: Mate watch me totally fuckin' own this zombie Hoppy: ok lol BANG DogDay (definitely not a zombie): AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Kickin: ZOMBIES DON'T NORMALLY SCREAM LIKE THAT RIGHT? Hoppy: nnnope

Human (technically Sims) au content! Can't remember why but I got this idea in my head that Cal (human CatNap) should be afraid of needles. "But wait!" My brain said "he has tattoos! How'd he get them if he's afraid of needles?" Well, the easy answer is that he's only afraid of needles in a medical setting but! The funnier answer is that he Got Them Scared (featuring Dago, human DogDay!)

And finally, more Zombie Au content featuring Catnap, the most miserable Cult Disciple in the world!! This boy makes me oh so sad 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 (featuring some dialogue from that "Don't you want to become a cult leader" video) Also, that guy in the cloak and bandages that looks a lot like Curly Mouthwashing? That Harley Sawyer and that is the only time I'll be calling him by the right name so if I ever say Harvey or Harvé or any other sort of bastardization, just know I AM talking abt The Doctor.

[ccycloneblogging]

Ok I gotta ask. Has DogDay ever had a panic attack? How does CatNap comfort him?

I was originally going to draw a comic for this but...

I hope you don't mind a short fanfic in it's place.

Content Warning: Panic Attack (though it is brief).

You're mostly getting fluff out of this one.

Story under the cut!

It was almost noon - that much he knew. The dog always had a gift at being able to judge the time --- so long as the sun was up. Noon was the easiest to tell, as he would often feel the most energy the second the sun was at its peak.

Normally, it'd be a rush of excitement. Gathering his friends and seeing what sort of fun games they could play, or setting up a routine or two to make the children laugh.

Today... Today, he was far from PlayCare.

He sat down on the cold and stained floor of the factory, not entirely sure where his Angel was leading them... But, he trusted them.

They saved him.

They saved CatNap.

He would give anything to keep the human safe, and so he sat watch as they took a well deserved nap. They were peacefully curled up on their side, their face finally relaxed instead of the constant frown or look of irritation that he was familiar with.

Still... DogDay was certain he could see the good in them - in anyone, really. That's what he did best. Optimistic, forgiving, loyal. A true best friend - as by his own definition.

As he continued to watch the human, he could feel his energy rising. 12PM to the exact second.

He took a deep breath in, looking up at the disgusting ceiling.

He could easily remember it.

Looking up at the statue in the center of PlayCare, blood soaking his fur. Locking eyes with an elongated cat, it's dark eyes narrowed at him with a look of disappointment.

He remembers shouting something to the cat. Pain in his chest, tears stinging in his eyes. He remembers being grabbed by several arms that pulled him backwards and away from his beloved friend. Reaching for him, begging like the dog he was. Watching the cat's look change to a pained expression. His chest felt so tight at the thought.

He remembers kicking and screaming at no one, as it was the very first time he had been left alone. His lungs burning for air as he continued to beg and plead to an unseen force. Anything that would listen, that would bring them back. Being so tired, so hurt... He couldn't stand it anymore.

He remembers being so fed up, angry... He couldn't stop himself anymore. He remembers walking out in the open, screaming for the cat. The tug to his heartstrings as he saw the condition he was in. Starved, tired, angry... There was only one solution. Challenge him, make him see they're on the same side.

And he failed.

His lungs were on fire, begging for him to take a deep breath.

He couldn't.

His hands were gripped tightly around himself, only able to manage quick short breaths as his body violently shook. He felt like laughing, though it held no humor. He felt like running, but his body was locked in place.

He couldn't stop. The energy surged through him, no where to go. His neck, his wrists, his stomach... They stung, begging for the chains to be clamped around him again. It's what he deserved.

He earned his fate through inaction. He deserved the isolation, the guilt, the overwhelming smell of blood and...

Lavender?

He blinked, not realizing that his head had been tilted back downwards. He was now looking at CatNap, eye to eye.

The cat held a tired frown, the worry clear in his eyes as he gently wiped the tears from DogDay's face. He hadn't realized he had been crying, but he could feel the gentle stroke of CatNap's thumb across his cheek.

And...

He could hear it.

Underneath his own panic, he could hear the cat purring away. His chest rumbling as he leaned closer, sending the calming vibrations through his body as well. And still, hidden in the sound of the purr... A lullaby.

It was strained, as CatNap's voice was almost completely destroyed - thanks to the Prototype. But DogDay recognized the melody easily. A little tune the cat would sing to the children. A song that he would try to listen in on every single night.

Even now, though tired and pained, the cat's voice was beautiful.

DogDay's breathing finally began to slow as he focused on the cat in front of him. His panic slowly fading, only to be followed by the sickening realization that his left hand had been subconsciously yanking at the belt on his stomach. Constricting his body, adding to the pain in his lungs.

He felt ashamed.

It didn't last long, as CatNap gently pulled his head in closer. Just enough for their noses to touch and their eyes to meet.

The cat couldn't speak, but there was no need for words. Seeing that gaze, filled with worry, regret, and a touch of longing... No sentence could have made it more clear to the dog.

He smiled, his heart fluttering in a far more pleasant fashion this time as he basked in this moment.

Carefully, CatNap leaned forward, gently pressing his lips on top of the dog's snout. Short, simple, sweet. Yet, DogDay found himself being consumed by the amount of love he felt.

He couldn't stop himself, as that energy finally found a positive outlet. Without hesitation, he reached out for CatNap and placed his hands on either side of the cat's soft face. It only lasted a moment before he pulled him in, pressing their lips together.

It wasn't perfect, as he pulled him in a bit too fast. Their teeth clinked together, the angle a touch awkward, but... DogDay's tail wagged nonetheless. He felt like he was melting at the overwhelming taste of lavender.

He could feel CatNap's purring grow louder, rattling both of them as the cat wrapped his arms around him. He's certain CatNap could feel his own heart, thumping just as wildly as his tail.

CatNap slowly began to pull away, though he only managed a quick inhale before DogDay was on him once more. The dog simply couldn't help himself, pressing kiss after kiss across CatNap's face.

He could feel CatNap readjusting in his arms, slowly allowing the dog to drag him on to his lap. The soft purple fur pressed up against his body as CatNap's tail slowly wrapped around them.

DogDay was so engrossed in the moment, so content in his calming, cuddly kitty... He never wanted to let go. He absolutely wouldn't have considered such a thought.

...Until he heard the sound of someone clearing their throat.

CatNap immediately unwound his tail, ripping away from his grasp.

"...So, are we going? Or do you want me to give you some privacy?" Angel was sitting up now, that annoyed expression back on their face as they sat up.

CatNap gave a frustrated huff, his fur bristling. Meanwhile... DogDay simply looked away, able to feel the dopey grin that spread across his face. His tail loudly smacked against the floor.

"Oh! Um... Didn't know you were awake, Angel."

"I'll give you two ten minutes, but we really need to get moving." The human stood up, at least having some humor in their voice. "Just try to keep it down. I'd rather not overhear you two."

"Angel!" The dog gave another embarrassed laugh.

CatNap rolled his eyes on response, raising his hands as he began to sign.

"We can try to keep it family-friendly, but I cannot promise anything."

"Moonbeam!" The dog whipped his head toward the cat, his fur fluffed out.

Angel paused, blinking for only a moment before they raised their hands. Though their expression remained neutral, DogDay could easily spot the mischief in their eyes as they shockingly signed back to CatNap.

"Well. I won't come to save you if your little 'session' attracts unwanted attention. Best to keep it in your metaphorical pants, cat."

If DogDay's face was tinged from CatNap's words, he was completely red from this. All he could do was reach for his large floppy ears and cover his face. All of that previous energy had finally left his body, his mind now screaming for him to quietly go and hide.

Noon had most certainly passed, and DogDay had survived... Though he couldn't be sure he'd last long with these two around...

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

Going from a previous question ("Do people mistake Miss Delight as a human?"), do any of the other toys desire to go to do higher education? For example, Bubba or Marie? (Maybe even Poppy.) That does make me wonder why Delight wants to deal with college stuff. Is her end goal to become a college professor in the future?

Okay, so!!!!!

Bubba and Delight both get degrees. I decided that they probably get at least two each! Delight has a biology degree, and ends up deciding to go to med school and become a doctor. Her end goal is to make sure others don't have to go through medical trauma like she did in the past, and it all culminates on Delight working in a hospital relatively close to the farm!!! She and Bubba had to live away for a while thanks to college, and they both missed their chaotic family so much.

I still haven't decided what Bubba's degrees are! I'm thinking about physics and/or astronomy. He likes space a lot!

Initially I was thinking mainly about Delight and Bubba going to receive higher education, but with this ask I realized that it would make more sense if, given enough time, most of the toys that aren't locked into a child's mindset would get degrees.

Marie Long Legs def has a music degree. She would be a teacher if it wasn't for her temper and spending so much time having to be a mother to the other toys.

Catnap/Theo would either study literature or go to art school.

Craftycorn obviously goes to art school. I imagine her and Theo joining it at the same time so they wouldn't feel too alien when compared to their human peers.

History for Poppy because she already has an economics degree from when she was human.

When Bunzo finally becomes an young adult, he also studies music. Marie jokes about him copying her.

Picky eventually becomes a botanist!!!

I don't think Dogday or Kickin would be interested in going to uni. Dogday prefers to spend his days looking after the farm, and he's perfectly content with that. Same thing for Kickin, although his hobby as a streamer also makes him very very happy.

Crafty also learned how to animate by herself! She works as an animator from time to time post-uni.

If Angel was interested on a degree, they would be a botanist. They think it's neat :0}

[blukiar]

"The Play Factory" AU [Part 1-General edition]

Edit: I now have a name for it! :)

welp now that I have more of a reason to draw Poppy Playtime content, I can finally share some of my cringy HCs I have for the characters so let's hop in. (Sorry for the long read)

ALSO- TW for mentioned cannibalism (again sorry)

First and foremost! In my AU, much like the game, the toys are experiments created by humans, HOWEVER, they were NOT created from kids/human bodies. Although they still need human elements to be made (like DNA/blood samples) they do not inherit the consciousness of the source of those samples. In other words, they are all sentient toys with their own personalities, traits and mindsets.

Their role is their job: Each toy is assigned a role to play for the kids' enjoyment and comfort by the workers of PT.co. This role is to be fulfilled everyday for 12hrs. Some toys have shifts like Catnap working at night while Dogday works only in the mornings. Those who have to work the full 12hrs do get breaks so they don't get overworked

The toys are basically paid actors: Despite their assigned roles, the toys aren't exactly what PT.co portray them as to the kids and outsiders after working hours. For example, Huggy isn't a jolly, want-to-hug-em-all type of guy outside of work, he's more of a tired uncle who's the voice of reasoning among the big toys. Regardless, the PT.co workers would leave them be as long as they stay out of trouble and do their job correctly

Toys cannot reproduce: Kind of self-explanatory, helps to keep the toy population in check and avoid numerous problems that would come with it. (howeverthisdoesn'tmeantheycan'thave"playtime"thothisrarelyhappens)

Dysfunctional toys are executed: Before the toys are brought to the kids, each are tested and tried to ensure they are kid friendly and safe to be around. If a toy fails to meet the requirements during this process, they are taken to the deeper parts of the facility to be terminated and have their remains recycled to create a better version of them. Worst case, they would be executed and their remains would be fed to the bigger toys whenever they misbehave.

Troublemakers will be punished: Despite meeting the safety requirements, toys still tend to misbehave from time to time, and thus they are sent to the containment room for timeouts. Mommy Long Legs and Boxy Boo, are the two big toys that misbehave the most due to their aggressive nature, both play their roles perfectly yet - Mommy isn't quite friendly to the adults (both Human and toys alike) and Boxy, although obedient, can be unpredictable at times (thankfully he hasn't hurt a child) In addition to the previous HC, both have had their fair share of "dysfunctional snacks" after 2 days of starvation (sometimes Boxy would eat them alive)

Toys are not allowed to roam and leave their work posts: Toys aren't allowed to roam the facility without staff supervision and like their roles, toys are assigned a working area that they cannot leave until working hours are over. This rule ONLY applies to the big toys (Huggy, Kissy, Mommy, Boxy, Daddy, The Delight sisters and smiling critters) the little toys can roam freely with only a few restrictions.

And that's all I can think of for the general stuff, I'm gonna do one for ships and characters separately, in the meantime, feel free to ask questions. and thanks for reading :3

[lovelybee666]

♥EXTRAS♥

Drawings

Catnap!

Random drawings!(Dogday, Bobby Bearhug, Ganyu, Emu Otori, Nene Kusanagi and ocs!)

Random drawings!(Goldie, Mafuemu, Emu Otori, Bobby Bearhug x Dogday + Hoppy Hopscotch, Yandere!Catnap x Reader)

Opinions

Nothing here!

GIFS

GIF Nightcord at 25

Random stuff

1. Starting to go crazy

2. Finalizing requests after hours

3. I take a nap and wake up with 100 likes

4. I forgot Bubba Bubbaphant existed

5. I accidentally deleted requests

6. being a typewriter machine

7. I need Dogday x reader content

8. WHY DID THEY NOT USE THE SMILING CRITTERS AS A GUIDE?

9. Imagine yandere Catnap

10. I need more Craftycorn requests

11. I'm not the only one who thinks Mommy takes care of the Smiling Critters like children, right?

12. Smash

13. BEST HAZBIN HOTEL SONG‼️‼️

14. Ranking yandere Smiling Critters

15. Moving forward with requests!

16. I have a theory...(I'm just delulu)

17. HOW THE FUCK DOGDAY IS SO BIG?

18. Maybe Bobby is alive

19. 100 followers!!

20. I'm starting to get TOO fond of Bobby Bearhug

21. Bobby Bearhug x Dogday

22. "I love your pfp"

23. Catnap :3(plus, Bubba)

24. I want to upload content from project sekai

25. Random screenshots I took playing pj sk

26. Fluff alphabet Craftycorn

27. Fanfic complaints i have

28. I got Rilliane

29. WTF THAT BOY??

30. I'M SO LESBIAN

31. PIN(Ñ)ERA FINALLY DIED!!

32. i'm so dumb

33. TWIN??

34. I hate my internet

35. Poppy playtime ranking

36. MIZUKI WHY

37. Yandere!Catnap picking his S/O

38. 100 publications

39. Swapverse(underverse)

40. I need fanfics of Muffet and Papyrus😭

41. They're kinda...😍

42. Y'all must see this beautiful drawing of Catnap

43. When i write for Bobby and Crafty i think of them

44. Little reminder(Xtale Papyrus)

45. I LOVE X!PAPYRUS SM

46. I WILL BE IN THE ✨BEACH✨

47. I LOVE SDRA2💗💗

48. WHY??

49. IT WAS GOING TO SOUND SO CRINGE

50. WHAT.THE.FUCK.

51. I'm about to finish 3 requests

52. Ideas(Bobby x Dogday)

53. She's called "Daddy"

Surveys

Favorite Smiling Critters(closed)

Who should I make a fluff alphabet for?(closed)

Favorite episode of Poppy Playtime (closed)

Who should do fluff alphabet after Dogday? (closed)

Poppy playtime favorite feline(closed)

Opinion about Miss Delight(closed)

Who do I continue with the fluff alphabet after Craftycorn?(closed)

What was the worst death(closed)

Favorite character from chapter two of Poppy playtime?(closed

Catnap deserved to die?(closed)

What's your opinion about the episode 3 of Poppy playtime?(closed)

Do you trust Poppy?(closed)

Should I write for Yandere Simulator?(closed)

do you prefer Dogday or Catnap?(closed)

Favorite Huggy?(closed)

Opinion about Catnap?(closed)

Opinion about Dogday?(closed)

Will you celebrate Valentine's Day?(closed)

How was your Valentines Day?(closed)

Opinion about the Prototype?(closed)

Do you trust Ollie?(closed)

PJ or Dogday?(closed)

PJ pug a pillar(closed)

[little-critters-snips]

THIS IS FOR ANON!!!! WHO COULDNT GET TO ME ON THIS BLOG AND HAD TO GO TO MY MAIN FOR THE ASK. (I honeslty forgot my apologies you can now ask questions with anon on)

THANK U SO MUCH I AM IN TEARS thank u ive tried so hard them well im so happy you like them guhghgh.......TEARS. i actually have quite a lot planned in drawings and """""""""jokes""""""""" so yea expect more to come.

also weed smoker catnap lives rent free in my head i swear, and hoppy is GREEN like WEED GREEN. IM SO GLAD YO LIKED MY JOKE ARGHG.....yes, make a fanfic, make them barely functional teen-barely adults please pleaseee. hehehe i love that you find comics and art inspiring hehe

honestly catnap is based off a few experiences ive had with friends lol. but yes, dogday asks himself everyday what the FUCK is wrong with his best friend.

AND BOBBY WAS SO FUCKING DIFFICULT TO DRAW THIS IS SO SWEET. ALSO THEY ARE GIRLFRIENDS!!!! i know bc iSAW THEM KISS!!!!!

yES. EMO DOGDAY. i LOVE TALKING ABOUT THIS HEADCANON TO MYSELF AND I CAN FINALLY JUST.......TALK. he would be such a teenage dirtbag he also still listens to my chemical romance religiously, also i didnt actually show anything but teenage catnap has braces and exclusively listened to vocaloid................... catnap and dogday being childhood bestfriends is a dynamic i hold close to my heart. !!!

dogday would die for catnap. dogday would also not give a sinlge dorito to catnap. it the BROMANCE. its "dude you are so beautiful you outshine the morning sunrise" and then catnap tries to drown dogday in a pool for a ""PRANK"".

thank you so much you are incredibly sweet!! i actually love when people ask for more content!! so excited you like it i was sure i was going to be posting for me and me alone honestly but seeing people enjoy what i draw??????????????? i am literally jumping up and down LMAO

i am actually starting classes soon and i have to prepare to postulate to art school and shit. but, i do asure you that ill keep making content hehehe even if a few doodles, i just really love these characters. if you have any ideas or make a fanfic i would love to read it and even draw some scenes!!!! i jsut really want to participate in this fandom LOL

you are so kind to me! you have a wonderful day too!!!

[sonicasura]

‘…Never again.’

‘Never again driving for eight hours or never again taking a semi alt mode?’

‘Yes.’

Dart might have pulled into the plain more roughly than they intended to, but their back strut had been screaming at them for hours. The predacon sprang both doors open and flashed their lights to tell the two living toy passengers to get out please! Mommy Longlegs ended up grabbing Poppy as she stretched herself to “escape” a squirming ride. Bygone shifted into root mode with a groan that was half exvent and half engine splutter.

Normally, they would have been rather embarrassed over making such an odd sound…Remind them to be when their back didn’t feel like it was threatening to pop out of its sockets.

Crest had formed into being in his dragon alt mode and Bygone appeared to have a similar preference for that orientation. Whether this was a mere genetic quirk or actual physical limitation was something Azmuth could debate.

“That’s quite the odd sound, are you alright?” The pink spider lady asked in her fake cutesy tone that the transforming teen was fairly certain had to be a coping mechanism of sorts.

They fell to one knee, wincing at the way Catnap and the others freaked out in the trailer due to the ground shaking. “<Sorry>!” Dart paused upon realizing they were speaking in Bumblebee’s beeping binary. “Sorry… The transformations normally have a time limit for my own health.” They muttered, faintly registering Rich’s car pulling in next to them. “Driving is pretty low energy. I thought I’d…”

‘I’m afraid you are doing a rather poor job of reassuring them, Dart.’

“…I pushed myself without meaning to. I just wanted to get everyone to safety.” The Omnitrix user fell down onto a very low volume for a cybertronian to speak at. Sections of them released steam as the truck alt mode fell away and their body reacclimatized to the original.

Poppy looked into the admittedly over exaggerated eyes of the same person who saved them. “You didn’t have to do all of this, Dart… We could have waited a few days.”

“<May>… Maybe, but would Pierre have waited to investigate that long?” They tiredly argued.

‘Can. You. Tag in?’

‘Always.’

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His life had drifted into pretty strange territory when he didn’t run at the sight of a giant metal dragon changing back into an odd teenager.

The Omnitrix had stepped in once again to explain just how Dart tired themself out—a combination of running around for two days straight and the taxing push of transforming. It assured the more guilty ones (Doey, Bunzo, Kissy) that its user can be stubborn. Dart knew their limits better than most and typically stopped before reaching them. Situations like what happened now were thankfully very rare.

They eventually were snoozing on one of the foam mats that used to pad the trailer with Catnap, Kissy, and the feral Critters. Yarnaby was cuddled up to them growling at anyone who dared venture too close. Many discussions needed to happen, but the toys could give Dart a break from having to do anything further.

“It’s. Still hard to believe we all escaped.” Doey admitted whilst the younger toys ran around playing once again. The Critters, including the ones from Safe Haven, were content play with one another. A close eye was kept on Piano-saurus who periodically played slow notes.

DogDay nodded from where he was resting on the ground—sitting in a wheelchair and then car seat gave him a bit of a crick in his neck. “I feel the same way. Though, they told me it was alright to feel that way… All that we can do is live it day by day until we finally start believing it, right?” The actual forward thinking ones knew nothing was going to be easy in the near future. Food was going to be a persistent issue.

“Anything is better than the factor.” Poppy reminded, sitting down on the grass despite it making her dress dirty. “I, for one, would rather ‘struggle’ when it looks like we won’t be fighting over what little resources there are.” Part of her was worried—of course, she knew that no one changed over night. “We will address what they did soon.” However, no one was fully blameless.

The toys stayed quiet as they took in the atmosphere of the very early morning. At least until a certain ex-employee walked up to their little gathering. “Hey.” He greeted casually trying to keep things untense. “I’m going to have to head back home tomorrow morning. Just though I would give you a fair warning.” These kids had been through enough already with adults hurting them. “But! I’ll be coming to where you set up on the weekends to help out.”

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Initially, no one reacted too much to a green flash going off. The toys were all still reveling in the fact they were free and Yarnaby was blind so he couldn’t exactly notice the sudden light. What he did notice was the fact Dart went from the solid presence of a human leaning against his side to—liquid. Yarnaby’s sudden yowling sent most of the toys into high alert. Then, the sloshing of some type of mud(?) leaking out.

Doey went to investigate as the closest malleable person, internally pretty shocked at the sudden situation… Only to find the puddle of mud peacefully snoring with the Omnitrix symbol swimming around in it. Dart(?) smacked his hand away when he tried to wake them up. How they were able to transform into something that resembled him was shocking.

A whimpering Yarnaby got a lot of them on his yarn fur trying to rub up against Dart…

—ROB’d Anon.

Whoops. Dart only transforms in their sleep these days when well and truly worn out. Claymore (Lenopan) is when they’re subconscious wants to be ultimate comfy.

Poor Dart is definitely gonna need a nice long nap once they get back to Azmuth. Welp, that's one way to accidentally show off a form. Meanwhile Yarnaby wants to snuggle lol.

[aureum-cordis]

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.

[bunji-enthusiast]

hi!!! i hope u are having a nice day!!! i recently found ur posts and i love the way u write

if it is okay, can i request reader just petting and giving scratches to dogday? he has helped the reader calm down a couple of times and i would like to see him happy..... and also because he is just a really big dog. i think that's funny

hope u have a nice day or night!!!!!!! take care

Act Fool

Note || you are so right, ALSO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG. I had to take a long ass break because my creative juices were low.

Sypnosis || they say an eye for an eye, you say affection for affection.

“Hey.”

“Hm?” 

“Could you come here?”

You gestured for DogDay to come toward you, to which he had obliged to your request. Not like there is much one can do in your current predicament anyway, there always seemed to be one puzzle after the other to be solved. You simply needed to take a break, it was in due time from the amount of adrenaline that you had repeatedly had been running on just from trying to get away from those out for your head anyway.

“Is there something wrong Angel?” As always, he was only worried about your state. You almost felt as if you were dying from how adorable he can be. 

DogDay scrambled over to you finally, his large frame seemingly still towering over yours. Damn was he big… eh not like it bothered you as much as it does with CatNap, that giant purple kitty was always so quiet compared to DogDay. It almost disturbed you a little.

You only shook your head, your hand steadily reaching for the crown of his head. “Could you just lean down a little though? Can’t reach for you.” DogDay’s brow rose at this, but he had complied to your second request all the same. 

Your hand threaded through his worn, worse for tear, fur. He truly looked so adorable, no wonder he may as well have been popular with children!

You began giving him scratches on the head, causing him to let out a content hum–relaxing beneath your very pleasurable ministrations. “Thank you Angel.” You nodded at him, simply continuing with scratching his head. 

“You're actually even more adorable like this.”

“E-eh?”

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

Just a warning: Chapter 3 of Poppy Worldwide/Angel Saves Everyone AU will mark the beginning of Angel's PTSD starting to act up! I'll add proper warnings for when the scenes where things get more serious start to happen for the safety of everyone reading it. Please don't forget that this AU is a lot about healing from trauma, and post-chapter 4 is when every single toy's mental health issues finally come back to haunt them after years of living in survival mode.

A list of things that are currently planned to happen and/or be explored include:

Every single toy/the majority of the toys having PTSD.

Dogday's depression acting up.

Mommy Long Legs' trauma over being forced into the role of a mother and her anger outbursts.

Angel's own PTSD post rescuing all the toys.

Catnap's religious trauma and his relationship with religion.

Lots of talks about food and eating habits.

I'll add the proper trigger and content warnings as the story goes. If I ever forget about adding something, please warn me about it as soon as possible.