Dogday Poppy Playtime - Blog Posts
Heya chat! Ive been holding these for a while but now im ready to show them! Heres some designs I plan to turn into keychains! Would you be interested?
Finally got around to finishing the rest of the Smiling Critters! I’m happy with how they turned out!
Here’s DogDay and Catnap without the stars with shading! I might do the other smiling critters in this style if I get around to it.
Some doodles of Catfeine and Dogpressed
I made this dogday drawing! I hope you like it 🥰
Kinda self indulgent, but can I request post game events Angel getting sick. The boys (Peanuts and Biscuits) have also gotten sick and Angel was trying to take care of them but Dogday is like “Nope. I’m taking care of all of you” like a good husband and dad ❤️
Caretaker
It was, in short, a bad day for the household. You falling ill was already bad, what with how Dogday and the others fretted over you, but when the littles also became ill, things elevated from bad to worse. Because it was not just the toys fretting, but you too.
"Angel. . ." Dogday said, the upset in his tone making you wince. You glanced up from Peanuts, still holding the tissue for him to blow his nose into. Biscuits awaited his turn nearby, his own tissue clutched to his chest. "Angel, you should be resting."
You pouted up at him. "But they're sick-"
"So are you!" Dogday easily swooped you up into his arms. You yelped in shock, coughing heavily into your elbow afterwards. Dogday felt a smidgen of guilt at causing your slight fit, but assured himself it was for the greater good. "Angel, please. Kissy and Poppy are handling the chores, so let me take care of you." He glanced back to the shuffling kids following behind him. "All of you."
You grumbled, but didn't protest being laid into bed. You seemed to melt into the mattress, a smile twitching at your face as Dogday helped Biscuits and Peanuts both onto the bed as well. Biscuits still had his tissue, so you helped him blow his nose as Dogday fetched water and medicine from the bathroom.
It was a trial to get the kids to take cough syrup, with it being so gross. You made faces and gagged alongside them, relieved to have a pill instead of syrup yourself. Still, as Dogday cooed to a whimpering Peanuts and stroked the head of a miserable Biscuits, you made sure to give your own hushed praise and encouragement, if only to make the process somewhat easier.
However, that only led to you getting petted and squeaked at as you carefully took your own meds. It was terribly cute, especially when the pair looked to Dogday, protesting him just handing off your water. So Dogday helped you sip from the glass how he helped the littles, carefully cupping under your chin in case of spillage.
And only after that did everyone finally settle down. Dogday cleaned up best he could, throwing away snotty tissue and empty juice boxes. He made mental note to bring up some light snacks later, turning to see the three of you curled up and snoozing.
Dogday chuckled. You all gave a chorus of snores and whistling noses, snotty and congested no doubt. But it was still cute all the same.
He leaned down, kissing Biscuit's forehead, then Peanuts', then finally yours. He lingered with you, feeling the heat from your skin, before he finally pulled away, stroking you head.
"Sweet dreams, angel. I'll make sure you get better in no time."
Hi! I hope you're having a good time of day!
I was curious if you would be open for a more angsty story with the bestest boy DogDay? Like, they have an encounter with CatNap where Angel gets an open wound that they need to stitch up later. And DogDay can't do anything about it with his hands being too big, so all he can do is comfort his Angel and encourage them? Just him being as supportive as he can be and amazed with his Angel's determination?
It's okay if you dont want to write something like this though! Thank you for your time! Your stories are really good with their captivating nature!
[A/n: So I hope you like this anon. I think I went deeply into the angst.]
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If only
It all happened so fast. One moment you were next to DogDay and the next you were gone. Flung across the rubble as if you were an unloved toy.
And standing in your place was Catnap with his mouth hung open and red smoke spilling everywhere. After years of exposure DogDay had grown unaffected by the worming hallucinations. He knew what was real and at first he assumed what he was seeing wasn’t.
It couldn't be.
No matter what you always got back up. You were their shining light, their hope, their Angel. You always got back up. So the fact that you weren’t moving just had to be fake. The slowly pooling puddle of red he was seeing? Trick of the smoke. It had to be. You were fine. He was sure of it.
His Angel always got back up.
Always.
But then why did it feel so real? It couldn’t be. It wasn’t. It was the smoke playing tricks on him. Peeling back the layers of his frazzled mind to poke and prod at something new he could be taunted with.
A wheezing laugh made his head snap up. The cat was looking at him. That horrible smile he saw in his nightmares and every fractured mirror was turned towards him. Malice and a sick sense of satisfaction dripped from that grinning face.
“Is something wrong?” DogDay felt something hot and acidic pool in the back of his throat.
“Is it them?” His hands are trembling as Catnap moves his gaze over to you. He can’t move his arms as the former Smiling Critter sways towards you. His gait slow and with purpose as those eyes that only held deranged devotion glanced back at him.
“Oh, must not be.” It was said with a gravely snicker a single dirty purple paw rose into the air. It was done so slowly, as if Catnap wanted him to see every minute movement. Even through the dim light and thick smoke he can see the twitching claws that hover over you.
And you still haven’t moved. Still lying limp as that monster loomed over you. He felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest at this clear taunt.
“Are- AAAHHHHHHHH!” A horrendous screech filled the air. Blips of orange were beacons in the crimson fog. DogDay felt himself lurch forward, arms still shaking, as he watched Catnap rear back. A bright flare sizzled in his throat as he stumbled away.
“Let's go.” Your body slams into his as you shuffle him along. Your grip on him is tight as you take the majority of his weight. He’s reeling as joy sears through him. It was a trick. You hadn’t actually been crumbled beneath that cat. You were fine. He had just been seeing things. Tears pricked along his eyes. He was just so happy. His Angel was okay and had been the entire time.
And he didn’t want to let go when you stumbled into a supply closet. He wanted to stay in your arms but as you sagged to the floor he noticed something. Pulling away he thought he was still under the effects of the red smoke.
He had to be.
Under the flickering lights he saw how your side was soaked with blood. Gnarled slashes marred your skin.
“What…” Shakily he reached out. He was so sure you had been alright. So sure that it had all been a hallucination. That it had just been Catnap messing with him because he found a new weakness to exploit. But it hadn’t been.
DogDay doesn’t know what to do. He is just as useless right now as he was when you had been lying there.
“We shouldn’t stay here too long. I’m sure Catnap is going to be very upset when he recovers.” You're fumbling around the closet, pushing and moving things around. He wants to help you but he can’t.
“Hey, are you still with me?” A hand is placed on his shoulder. It startles him and he lists backwards. But you don’t let him fall. Your arms wrap around him, steadying him.
“DogDay are you okay?” You sound so concerned but you shouldn’t. He’s fine, you’re the one that got hurt! He should be asking you these questions. He should be helping you!
“Angel I..” His voice came out hoarse and warbled. He can’t even speak properly! What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he help you? Why couldn’t he be there for you? You asked for nothing and he couldn’t even do that! You did everything, all the time. It was always you and he loved you for that. But God he just wanted to do something for you. If only he was a bit more like you.
Why couldn’t he be more like you?
Why did he have to be him?
hello! may i request a dogday fanfic cuz i luv him sm
it goes like this, we created dogday ( he sees us as a best friend ) . after saving him from the little critters, he recognizes us. the only reason why we came back is we had to keep a promise to the prototype ( setting him free to the outside or just anything really bad cuz the prototype let us free during the hour of joy) and dogday trying to convince us to stop?
i love ur writing sm 🤸🤸
Promises Made, Promises Kept
Your biggest regret is your ignorance.
Had you know, had you picked the pieces and put them together into the picture before you, you would've never created Dogday. As cute as the pup was, as happy as it made the kids, you were horrified, plagued by guilt to find what became of your idea.
An animatronic, you had first assumed. You were honored to think that they loved your Dogday so much that they made him real, in a way. Sure, he looked a little different, bigger than you would have made him, but you loved him silly. And he loved you.
You were his best friend, and he was your creation of love and happiness.
But then. . . you found out that animatronics weren't what brought your boy to life. Instead, it was the blood of another person, forced to trade skin for fabric. The realization, presented to you by an amalgamate of life and machine, bone and metal, wires and nerves. You had no reason to doubt it, to doubt its agony, so you promised.
You promised that you would return, far in the future, when it was ready for you. And you would free it. Retribution for your sins, you hand in the torture that created your Dogday.
It was years before Dogday finally saw you again.
He first thought he was dreaming. To open his eyes and see the face he'd longed for, the one he dreamt of to not face his sad reality, it was too much to believe. He cried to you, his angel, his creator, and you cried back.
You pulled him off his chains and sobbed into his shoulder while he cried into your chest.
He was half of who he used to be, but you loved him all the same. You carried him with you, away from the dungeons, into the Playcare above. And to Dogday's shock, none of the miniature creatures followed you. Not even Catnap, who he could spot prowling the rafters, made a move against you.
"I'm so glad I found you!" You said to Dogday, delirious in your exhaustion and joy. He watched, silent, as you stitched him up with spare fabric. "Now we can leave together. All of us, free to go!"
"Us?" Dogday asked, scared to know the answer.
"Well, you! And all your friends!" You smiled at him, so bright it hurt.
"Who told you. . ?"
"The Prototype!" You chirped, ignorant to his horror. "He said that he had a plan, a way to get you all out of here and somewhere safe, where you'll never hurt again. Isn't that wonderful?"
"And you believe that?" Dogday demanded. His heart hurt like it had been ripped out when the smile slipped from your lips. "Angel, he's lying to you."
"But he-"
"The Prototype is a monster." Dogday said. He grabbed your arms, uncaring if he was still half open, if the blood on your hands stained his own. He needed you to understand, to be the angel he dreamed of for so long. "Angel. . . he killed everyone. Everyone but you."
Your head hung in shame, and Dogday's heart stopped in his chest. "I know he killed those people, the ones that did this to you, and to Catnap, too all the, uh, 'bigger bodies' here. But-"
"He killed all the kids." Dogday interrupted. The color drained from your face. As much as it hurt him to hurt you this way, he was glad to see humanity within you. "He killed the kids. The workers. People who didn't know, who didn't do anything. Innocent or guilty, he killed them, or had others kill them. Huggy-"
"Dogday-"
"Mommy-"
"Dogday, please-"
"Catnap mauled those kids, angel! He mauled the other critters! He ripped me in half!"
"Stop!" You shouted, hands over your ears. Dogday stopped, watching you curl into yourself. Tears leaked down your flushed cheeks, and your chest shook as you struggled to breathe. "Please, stop. . . I-I made a promise-"
"You didn't know." Dogday said, thumb rubbing over your cheek. Your head dropped into his hand, and he cradled you so gently. "He is not good, angel. You can't keep a promise to him. He'll hurt so many people."
You crawled onto the bed with him. Dogday accepted you easily, reminded of days spent together, curled up and talking. You never cried much back then, but here you lied, sobbing your heart out for the lives lost that you could not save, even if you had known.
Once again your ignorance came to bite you. And once again you were left horrified, ridden with guilt that ate away at your insides.
A difficult choice laid on your shoulders. Dogday only hoped you'd choose what was right, even if it broke a promise, one made to the Prototype, and one made to yourself.
He got a little haircut
Kickin and Catnap rivalry will always be funny for me to draw up
Bigger Body Dogday with his Smiling Critter counterpart-
Some Kickin doodles (+ Double Stars)
I swear I can draw anything else-
🌟 ☀️🌙
Dogday and his scary cat chicken privileges
Gay critters-!
Yada Yada more Double Stars
These three have my heart
I was going through the ✨️ motions ✨️
More Double Stars because I love these two little goobers
Little doodle of double stars and a comic of their Bigger bodies
Oh, that's angst, angst of my comfort characters
These goobers are living in my head rent free