#featuring: biscuits

[bumblehoneybee]

could you write a fic where y/n calls Dogday their husband to see how he would react to it?

Since I doubt they could ever legally be married, maybe after years together, y/n just thinks it feels right for him to be referred to as that

Pubby Hubby

"I'm ordering pizza." You call into the house. Dogday, nestled on the couch with a conked out Peanuts and Biscuits, watches you dart in and out of rooms as the phone rings, trying to get orders and preferences. "Poppy! Cheese? Or pepperoni? Kissy wants Canadian bacon right? Guys??"

Dogday chuckled to himself, quietly not to wake the kids all cuddled up on his chest. Biscuits gives quiet purrs as he gently pets along the kitten's back, while Peanuts kicks and rolls side to side, only protected from falling off Dogday and the couch by a well placed arm.

He's so preoccupied with his boys he almost doesn't notice you return. You're out of breath, phone up to your ear as you give him an exhausted look. He chuckles again.

"What do you want?" You ask, voice hushed.

"Just pepperoni is fine, angel."

You eyeball him. "Meat lovers it is." Dogday huffs at you, but you're already talking on the phone. "And my husband would like a large meat lovers pizza please."

You wander off, leaving Dogday struck on the couch. He stares at you, watching you dance around as you chat with the pizza place on the phone. Did you even realize what you called him? Did you mean it?

Dogday flops onto his back, heart hammering loud enough to wake Biscuits. The kitten lazily stretches, batting away a stray limb flail from Peanuts, and crawls up Dogday's chest to curl up under his chin.

"Our kids." Dogday recalls you saying, in reference to the two mini toys that followed you both around everywhere.

That would. . . make you spouses, wouldn't it? He'd be your husband. The father of your kids.

A whine escapes Dogday, loud and distressed as he covers his face in embarrassment.

"Ah!" You jump, not expecting such a loud nose. Especially when high pitched crying follows it up. "Sorry. . . My family is a bit rambunctious."

Your family! Dogday grins into his palms.

It's a dream come true.

[citruslullabies]

Can we please have some more dog moments from Dogday please?

Sure can do sweetheart! Dog moments from Dogday💚

Dogday is well.. extremely loyal

He waits for you every day, waiting patiently for you to come back to him. Fearful that one day you won't

But you always do, and he can't help but adore the loving hands that return to him and save him from himself and his story

The clock ticked effortlessly, each tick feeling like an hour but it had only been a minute. The large canine sighed as he waited by the door of the cabin you all called home, with Biscuits nuzzled into his side as he waited. Peanuts waited too, howling sometimes as he felt you took too long to come home and Cubby just kept her distance from everything until she knew you were home.

His floppy ears drooped even more, eyes weary as he thought of any possibility. Even after you had all left the factory, his heart still couldn't fathom the fact that they were all safe and he still worried for your safety when you were away. In a way, being in the outside world rather than the factory made him fear for you more. So when he heard the fumbling of keys and saw the door open, he immediately got up and greeted you with a wagging tail. "Angel! You're home. How was your day? Did anything happen at work?" He asked, following you around like a lost puppy dog when he was a grown man. He listened to you rant and ramble, listening and just glad you were home. He would lay by that door and rot if you hadn't.

Dogday doesn't like baths

He can tolerate them but... He isn't gonna like em

And he has no clue why, when he was a human he loved taking hot showers. Not it just felt like an inconvenience to him

Dogday grumbled as you forced his oversized body into the tub before turning on the faucet, ignoring his groans and stares of displeasure as his arms were folded over his golden chest. The warm water felt nice but something about having wet fur just irked him.

He felt your gentle hands rub the soap into his fur, and he didn't mind that.. he just didn't like when you'd get a plastic bowl and fill it up with water before dunking it on his head or wherever he was soapy. Grumbling every time you did and shaking as payback, getting you and everything surrounding you soaked. You turned your back for a moment, grabbing a brush to brush a knot you found in his fur.. and he took the chance. Slowly, he lifted himself up and tried to sneak out of the bathtub but was quickly caught red-handed.

"Dogday!" You scolded, walking back over and ignoring his big guilty puppy eyes as you got him back in the bathtub. He huffed and wanted to fight against you, but just gave up. You're lucky he loved you so much.

Time for the angst guys

Remember how I said he'd just lay and rot in front of the door if you didn't come back? Yeahhh..

He waited, and oh how he waited so very patiently. Waiting for hours with each tick that echoed through the house for you.

It had been days and he was scared, wanting to go out and look for you but you had told him to stay. And he was loyal to your demands... But he found himself too heavy to move and take care of himself or anyone else inside as long as you were gone. He continued to wait, ignoring a worried Poppy and Kissy. Ignoring the worried stares and even Cubby coming along and trying to get him to move despite her distaste for him.

He stayed and waited. And waited. And waited. Your scent started to leave the house, and that broke his heart. You smelled like nostalgia and home, like a fresh baked pie on thanksgiving but the home was now empty and abandoned. The pie now rotten and the good smell fading, all he could smell was the rain outside and the sadness he felt.

Nothing could make him move, and he continued to wait for you. And he would stay waiting for as long as it takes.

Thank you for requesting hon!

[unrelatedlily]

This is based on one of many writings @bumblehoneybee made, which is "Midnight snacks"!

Biscuit is made by @peachypede !

(They also made the image i used as a reference on top left too :D)

[bumblehoneybee]

I love him and I love you and I love the way you drew them and I love everything about them 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

You are too sweet!! The sweetest peach! I kiss you mwah mwah

Peanuts and Biscuits are my babies and I adore them and I plan to write for Biscuits soon!!! Thank you!!!!

@bumblehoneybee's critter plush oc Peanuts that they made for their dogday x reader fanfics and Biscuits, an oc I kinda made up while chatting with Bumble because I thought Dogday accidentally saving and adopting a catnap plush would be cute.

They've been fixed with heart and star patches 🩷⭐️

[rabbitcruiser]

Colors

What do you think about my pic?

[bumblehoneybee]

The babies!!!!! They’re all happy and having a good time! I’m gonna scoop them up and kiss them on their littol headssssss

You get some kisses too op mwah mwah mwah thank you for drawing them so cute!!

Some fan art of some babies (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

I love them so much!

@bumblehoneybee @citruslullabies @peachypede these are their babies

[clochanamarch]

so the fact is that i'm actually really proud of myself for weaving contemporary irish culture into aisling's story bc emigrating to new york with no intention of going home but still clinging to her roots?? moira refusing to teach her to read or write is also an echo of the erasure of the irish language. i have an entire drabble of her attending eoin's funeral and how alienated she is but also how the irish response to death is so strangely invasive. aisling teaching the kids how to speak irish, aisling visiting irish pubs in new york, all to revive her own connections so she doesn't feel like such an imposter in her own heritage.

[ben-learns-smth]

1/50dop | anti-depression tasks: check!

pretty sunset from my bike ride to choir practice & a wilson as severance marathon buddy

I feel like I haven't gotten anything done so here's a list of what I did do:

tried to figured out what the issue with doing my taxes is (the solution is to wait. yay.)

started the process of baking a loaf of bread (I hope it turns out decent!)

looked up what to do with my parents this weekend and turned it in a nice overview

went to the gym (that's where I'm currently at)

still to do:

groceries for bread baking, cake baking and dinner

clean 1 thing (oven?)

biscuit boy dinner

[drawing--dead]

various scribbles

[bumblehoneybee]

Also Seeing that you've read the catnap X reader with catnap being jealous of the mini version of himself. I wanna request if you could recreate it with your own writing? I'm curious on how you would go about with this prompt

Cat Fight

From the shadows he stalked, watching low to the floor. Catnap kept his ears laid flat, tail flicking side to side in slow, smooth motions. His gaze was hypertrained, unwavering from the scene before him.

You carefully stepped and spun, moving in slow, practiced motions as nonsense melodies tumbled from your mouth. There were pieces of what sounded like songs, sometimes with lyrics, but mostly you just sang notes that swung into one another as you danced.

And at your feet, a tiny cat pranced alongside you, doing its best to follow you despite its missing front leg.

Catnap watched it carefully, watched it stumble, rolling around as you laughed. Your pretty laugh, focused at the little thing that wasn't half what Catnap was. He could dance with you, do twists and turns that would compliment you far better than the clumsy movements of the little toy.

Catnap pushed up to his full height, carefully stepping into the spotlight with you. The sight of him sent you snatching up that little cat, holding it close to your chest as it mewed at him, frightened. Catnap took delight in the scared noises, but you frowned.

You stepped back. Catnap didn't let you keep the distance, moving like an incoming tide, too fast to escape. You watched him, turning as he circled you, lowering and rising as he did. You were reminded of a dragon, especially as Catnap began to push off his paws, into the air and back down like waves.

You stepped with him, your kitten still in your arms, and danced. And Catnap was happy, moving with you, using his tail for more dynamics. It was perfect, and it was beautiful, no doubt showing you how above that stupid plush toy he was-

Catnap yowled, feeling jaws clamp down on his tail. Your blasted kitten sunk teeth it did not have into his tail, only releasing when Catnap scampered back to the shadows. You, startled by the ferocious noise and quick escape, turned on your heel and split in the opposite direction, your heathen snickering as you go.

Catnap growled, hunkering down to nurse not only his kinked tail, but his bruised pride as well.

[citruslullabies]

One shot of Cubby, Peanuts, and Biscuits hanging up on Reader and Dogday for snacks?

Of course darling!

Trigger warnings: none

Romantic/platonic?: platonic!!

Requested by: anonymous

Category: fluff

Ship (romantic or platonic): cubby, peanuts, biscuits x reader x Dogday (HEAVILY platonic)

Word count: 433

Pwetty Pwease?

The night was perfect. Just you and Dogday, cuddling up on the couch, watching cheesy horror romcoms while eating snacks. What more could you want?

With Dogday’s arm wrapped around your shoulder lazily, and you pressed against the canines chest and watched the characters on screen kissing even when the serial killer was near. With slight shifting, your chin propped up on Dogday’s chest as you batted your eyes at him goofily. Your boyfriend chuckled and started to bring his head down to seal the space between your lips, both of your eyes fluttering shut before just as quickly being forced wide open when hearing sudden whines.

Upon looking down in confusion, you two were met with three little critters all making puppy eyes up at you and Dogday.

Peanuts had his two front paws on the couch, a pout on his face as he made a puppy eye at them and howled softly with a wagging tail. The little feline Biscuits was loafed on the ground while staring up at you both, and Cubby was just staring intensely and uncomfortably. You chuckled softly and blinked.

“...yeah? Do you guys need something?” You asked softly, seeing Peanuts little nose wiggle at your popcorn bucket. You realized what they wanted: snacks. Of course. You rolled your eyes and tossed down a few pieces of popcorn, watching Biscuits sniff at his piece suspiciously before happily eating it.

Peanuts, of course, was Peanuts and just face dove right into the popcorn you threw for them and Cubby guarded hers instead of eating it. The puppy tried to approach her for her piece, only to earn a growl and swat.

You watched them in amusement, before feeling Dogday tilt your head back up and finish the kiss that you guys didn't get to finish earlier. You felt the small feline jump up and walk on you to get to Dogday before making biscuits on him, and the goofy puppy cuddling up against your chest. And well.. the cub jumping up and snapping her jaws at Dogday and hitting his face with her little paws to get him away. With a huff, she curled down beside your head once making sure there was no more funny business between you two.

Yeah.. you both fell asleep and woke up with the popcorn bucket on the floor and Peanuts trapped inside howling while his sister laid on top of it to keep him trapped and his brother pawing at the bottom of the bucket as if it'd do anything to set him free.

What a lovely little family you had.

Thanks for requesting!

(p.s! Peanuts belongs to the lovely @bumblehoneybee and Biscuits belongs to the magnificent @peachypede)

[citruslullabies]

That's fitting!!

Also the wheel thing is true, no joke

I kept getting everything but a good trait

after seeing citruss oc, how do you think biscuits interacts with cubby?

Cubby belongs to @citruslullabies

Peanuts belongs to @bumblehoneybee

Citrus spun a wheel of traits that was determined to make Cubby like the meanest girl lol. From what I know, Cubby is hostile and moody.

I don’t think Biscuits likes her very much, at least not at first. Biscuits didn’t even like Peanuts very much in the beginning. Those who know Biscuits’ story know that after Catnap died, I have it headcanoned that the smiling critters plushies kinda turn on the weaker plushies and begin eating them.

Dogday, out of his own disgust and horror, saved Biscuits from this fate. Biscuits respects and looks up to Dogday for this. While in the Playtime Co, Biscuits tolerates the player, Poppy, and Kissy. He very much dislikes Peanuts because he does not trust other plushies after his trauma. He’d probably be the same to Cubby, except almost to the point of hating her for how aggressive she is. Lots of hissing and scratching.

Outside of Playtime Co, Biscuits starts to relax. They’re away from the horrors finally and Biscuits isn’t worried about starving plushies eating him so he becomes closer to Peanuts and they have a brother-like relationship. I can see Cubby becoming almost like a mean sister of sorts if she decides to play with Peanuts and Biscuits…

I think it becomes a “we’re family whether you like it or not” mindset

[kagiura-akira]

I need this child to stop screaming and get his stinky butt off my face

[salt-pile]

Splatober Day 16: Favorite Agent

I couldn’t narrow it down to one agent, so I decided to draw my Agent 4, Coral, and my New Agent 3, Nixie, preparing for the final phase of the final bosses of their respective story modes.

Prompt list under the cut:

[rabbitcruiser]

Bubbling

What do you think about my pic?

[inthevintagekitchen]

Malindy Walker's 1920s Buttermilk Biscuit Recipe

On August 28th, 1963, Martin Luther King delivered his I Have a Dream speech in Washington D.C. Four decades earlier in 1921, a southern domestic cook named Malindy Walker, locally known as Aunt Malindy, delivered her own inspiring words in Fayetteville, Arkansas. Unlike MLK Jr., Malindy’s words weren’t spoken on a national stage, nor did they reach thousands of admirers. Malindy’s platform was…