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caramelstarlight · 11 months ago

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CaramelCutie - AUs

Hello! If you saw this then you’ve probably following me, I got recommended to you, or a certain tag!

This is me if I was a Smiling Critter!

Feel free to keep reading or just scroll on by!

INFO: (Things that are ALWAYS in the AU, no matter what.)

•Animal : Canis Lupus / Wolf

•Pendant: Sparkles / Star ✨

•Straight

•She/Her

•Extroverted,Clingy,Artistic, clueless, acts before thinks, gullible, funny, and a mix of most of the critters. (Extroverted like Hoppy, likes the crescent moon like CatNap, passion for art like Crafty, passion for romance or love like Bobby, Smart in some ways like Bubba, likes stars like Kickin and my favorite critter is DogDay!)

•Has made at least one plushy or mini smiling critter of every canonical critter.

•Hangs out with CraftyCorn the most (Best Friends) and DogDay (when not gushing over him.)

Appearance: Crescent moon earring (left ear.), star bracelet on right, white leg warmers with a star pattern on both legs.

•Physical appearance of Ears, Tail and Eyes. (Tail will always have the star and thing at the end, ears will look the same and always has noticeable eyelashes. You don’t need to draw it though!)

•Pink and soft fluffy fur, white paws and stomach, tip of tail is also white and the star on it as well, Doe Eyed.

•Probably gonna try remake it.

•Shortie.

Personality:

“A kind, caring and forgetful person among the critters, always expressing her interest in many topics and cheering up whoever she can! Easy to tease and flustered, but always bounces back up to her feet and keeps everyone smiling and laughing. Often clueless and a bit too kind and gullible while being a people pleaser.”

•HUGEEEE and VERY obvious crush on DogDay, (doesn’t try hiding it at all.) usually getting all flustered and shy around him or blushing when he’s around.

Scent:

•Strawberry / Caramel.

SPACE RIDERS AU - @onyxonline

(I’m so sorry there’s a billion Headcannons. Scroll to the end for a summary.) COLORED VERSION:

•Has a huge and obvious Crush on DogDay (and dreams of him lmao, even made a little plushie of him. (The mini critters / ruined critters, that but with his outfit.) and mimicked / matched a few things with him and the rest. If you put her in as background character, feel free to have that mini DogDay being carried around in my arms! I would love to see me carrying a tiny DogDay or just watching him from afar for some reason-?)

•Can also make mini plushies of other Critters that aren’t canonical and are part of the Space Riders Crew.

•Works as a BackUp for DogDays crew / the Smiling Critters if any of them are too injured to go out, or unhealthy in general.

•When not being a backup, usually helps around within the SpaceCraft by doing maintenance, cleaning, cooking, programming, nursing, gardening, experimenting, and mainly Quality of Life. (I guess you can say I’m HouseWife material-?)

•Occasionally visits each critter (if allowed by the person) to check up on them and sometimes brings gifts or things they wanted (if I remembered.)

•Has keys to Everyone’s Bedroom / Room within the Space Craft. (Skirt pockets, only has keys if allowed to enter that persons room by them.)

•Also takes over others jobs if needed and has the time too. (Feel free to add her doing various tasks around as well! Maybe me holding the Mini DogDay plushie I made of the Space Riders AU while I work. Just giving ideas!)

•Often asks Crafty (her bestie) on how to stop thinking about DogDay when I get the chance too.

•Has keys to almost all the rooms for Maintenance or any other job I do.

•The lines that are on her outfit are Pink, sometimes teased for being a bit shorter then most of the Space Riders. (I feel like most of their heights is around 5,4ft - 6ft. My height for it is 5’0. Noticeable height difference.) White Jacket/Outfit,Boots,Skirt and Leg Warmers. (Leg warmers are a bit less bright of a white to distinguish between Leg Warmers and Skirt.) The belt is black.

•Uses crescent earring as a way to communicate (like an agent.) if needed.

•Often seen all around the space station, doing various tasks or multitasking, when relaxing or on break, just cuddling the Mini DogDay plushie I have. (Actually asked him to model for it, 😭🩵)

•Has a fear of the Dark and Abandonment, with severe Inner Child wounds and can break easily. In this AU it’s strengthen since people have to go in and out, as well as the dark being inescapable because it’s space.

•Contacts the leader of each crew to see if they need help on their mission, if they say yes, immediately goes out and heads on over to help for free.

•Has the power of Stars, such as moonlight, sunlight or stars in general. (Lighting up places, summoning the moon with stars for a bit, sending stars at enemies, idk if that makes sense lmao.)

SUMMARY: Big crush on DogDay with a mini plushie on him, does majority of the jobs here (Maintenance,Cleaning,Gardening, Cooking, experimenting, programming, and nursing.(Housewife material.), helps others and checks in on them, keys to almost all the places in the spacecraft, helps with missions, powers of stars in general.

HighSchool AU by NoirzVault on Twitter / X.

•5ft in height, participates in Art Club with CraftyCorn as the leader. •Also carrying a mini DogDay plush everywhere (Big simp for DogDay here.) in the school.

•Signed up for Student Council as well for Vice President or Treasurer.

•I can’t reveal much since I’m making a map for the people at PlayTime High on YT!

#smiling critters #space riders au #self insert #hopelessly in love #dogday smiling critters #highschool au #poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #art #my art #i do be simpin #playcare #dogday

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ask-the-critters-survival-au · 9 months ago

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Okay first of all…

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 200 FOLLOWERS!

Seriously, you guys mean the world to me and I absolutely love the fact that people are interested in learning about my silly little au!

So as a thank you present…why don’t we take a little peak into the mind of our favorite chicken?

Happy reading ;)

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KickinChicken threw open the door to the councilor’s office, the utter force of the movement causing him to stumble and fall against the door frame. He clumsily broke his fall by clutching the door case just in time. He leaned against it, trying his hardest to breathe, but he just couldn’t. Someone had his throat clenched in a heavy grip, disabling him from taking full breaths, but there was nobody there. He was alone.

Playcare echoed with the sounds of his loud, choked sobs, each one more strangled than the last. The warm blood coating his fingers felt sticky and uncomfortable. He despised it. He wanted it gone. But when he tried to wipe it off, he felt the fur of the severed limb he was still holding rub against his feathers, painting his side in fresh crimson. He looked at it. The trademark dusty green color the long ear once held was now something you had to squint to recognize. Warm, wet, sticky blood coated the entire ear, dripping down from the torn half into small pools of blood on the floor. The strong scent of peppermint was now replaced with a sickly, rotting smell that made Kickin’s stomach flop.

His feathers felt too heavy. His bones felt too bulky and his mouth too wide. His talons felt unnaturally huge, too huge to be apart of his foot. His skin felt like it was boiling. He could feel sweat dripping off him, soaking his feathers. The taste of bile was slowly building up in the back of his throat.

He stumbled forward again, but before he was aware of it, tripped on the staircase. He let out an uncanny screech as he tumbled down, each sharp crevice digging into his body and leaving behind uncomfortable sparks of pain in its wake.

He rolled to a stop at the foot of the stairs and laid there, unmoving. His heart got louder with every beat, each boom ringing in his ears. The pain that was tingling all over his body, his head, his shoulders, his arms, his legs, his back, he wanted it gone. He wanted the sticky feeling gone. He wanted the disgust he felt with himself gone. Kickin could feel the bile raising again in his throat, and before he could swallow it back down, it came out. Kickin sat there on all fours, his shoulders shaking violently as he retched the first meal he had eaten in weeks.

After what seemed like a long, long time, he managed to get to his feet without his legs giving out on him. He wiped his mouth half heartedly with his wing, but he knew he’d have to take some form of a bath to clean himself up. Without running water in the factory, he’d have to make do with the water from the vending machines.

“Come on,” Kickin meekly hissed, dribbling water over his filthy feathers. The blood stains weren’t coming out. He let out a loud squawk of frustration and slammed his fist into the side of the broken vending machine he was sitting next to. He immediately regretted this decision, drawing his hand back at the prickling sharp pain. He cradled his palm in his other hand, wincing.

“Why are you wasting the only water we have left?” A gravely voice rang out from behind him. Kickin’s feathers bristled in recognition.

“What are you gonna do about it?” He taunted, trying (and failing) to keep his voice from wavering. “Take another big, juicy bite?”

“Kickin, I’m…” Picky Piggy trailed off, hugging herself. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t control-“

“Yeah yeah, I’ve heard that excuse so many times,” Kickin brushed her off, holding up a wing dismissively. Picky’s brow knit together in frustration, but she didn’t retort. Kickin popped open the cap to another water bottle and started pouring more water over himself. The water was messing up his hair, but he found that he couldn’t care less. He just wanted the muck off him. He didn’t want to think about the fact that Hoppy’s blood could end up permanently staining his hands. Or of the implications that the severed ear held.

Behind him, Picky continued to stare at him, unmoving. He glanced back at her, slowly growing irritated with her presence. But before he could snap anything, she was first.

“What happened to Hoppy?” She suddenly began to press. Kickin flinched. “You smell more like peppermint than ylang-ylang right now. And she’s been missing for a day. Same with Crafty and Bobby. Not to mention you’re covered in blood-“

“I didn’t do anything to her!” Kickin howled, whirling around to face her. The words rang hollow, and Kickin knew it. He had done something absolutely horrible to her. Tears began to well in the corner of his eyes, his hysteria controlling him with a tight leash. “She left! Crafty and Bobby did too! And CatNap just threw her severed fluffing ear at me! To eat! To eat, Picky! And I don’t-“ He cut himself off with a choked sob, burying his face in his hands.

“I just don’t know what to do,” The chicken quietly admitted.

“Wait,” Picky interjected, eyes wide. “Did you say they left?”

“Yes, I did!” Kickin snapped at her. “Hoppy invited me to come, but I said no because I knew they’d get killed! And they…I don’t even know if she’s alive.” He finished weakly. But Picky was barely paying attention to his distraught anymore.

“They never asked me to come,” Picky whispered. She took a small step backwards, staring at the ground. They never asked her. Was it because she got too hungry? Was it because she was too dangerous? Or was it because they just didn’t care? Was it all three? Was it for even more reasons? Did they hate her this entire time? Were they just waiting for a reason to leave her?

“Oh, boo hoo,” Kickin sneered. “You should know very well why Hoppy didn’t invite you, after what you’ve done. Hell, you should be glad that you weren’t invited! You would have…” He trailed off. The hand felt like it was back there again, squeezing his throat in an iron fist. Just getting words out was now something he had to fight for.

Picky was also dead silent. She stood there, watching him, expression unreadable. It was silent for a few minutes, both parties just staring at each other.

“You said,” Picky started with a wavering voice. She swallowed and started again. “You said CatNap gave you her ear. To eat.”

“Gosh, Picky, don’t remind me-“

“Where is it?”

Kickin let out a strangled noise of surprise, turning to stare at her. She stared back, gaze unwavering. He looked down, around him, and then realized the ear wasn’t with him. He must have dropped it without realizing it. It was probably still at the councilors office. He hesitated for a long moment, before slowly raising up a shaky finger and pointing towards the building. Picky turned around to eye what he was pointing at, and then stormed off in the same direction.

Kickin didn’t bother watching her leave. He glanced down at the empty water bottle in his hand. The blood still hadn’t come out.

“Stupid,” Kickin muttered, clenching the bottle harder. “Stupid, stupid, STUPID!” He shrieked, chucking the bottle as far as he could. It landed on the statue in the middle of Playcare with a loud clang.

His eyes were burning with tears that soaked into his feathers and left red circles under his eyes. Defeated, Kickin slid back against the vending machine he had broken. The shattered glass dug painfully into his back, and he was pretty sure he was bleeding somewhere, but all he could think about was how royally he screwed up.

He hugged his knees to his chest and let the tears fall. He was such a screw up. Now because of him, Hoppy was probably dead. He just wanted to protect her, and Crafty, and Bobby.

“It’s not your fault,” Kickin told himself, even though he knew that wasn’t true. He told CatNap they were going to escape. He put them in danger. “You couldn’t have known that he would react that way.” He should have known that he would react that way. CatNap was dangerous, and he knew it.

“You just wanted to protect your friends.” Hah, protect. Sure did a damn good job at that. Great job, KickinChicken. You deserve a gold star.

“It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t your fault,” He repeated, trying to convince himself that it was true. “It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t your-“

A loud, sickening crunch startled him into looking up. Standing in front of him was Picky, mouth and hands covered in blood. She was holding Hoppy’s bloody dismembered ear in her hands, which now had a large bite mark in the side. Picky looked Kickin dead in the eyes, and took another bite.

Kickin scrambled to his feet and shoved past her, running as fast as his feet could carry him. He spread his wings as he ran, and took off to the faux sky. He frantically flapped around, his drenched, heavy feathers making flying a task much harder than usual. He soared updraft until he landed atop a nest of blankets, pillows, and various knickknacks settled upon a small nook in the back of the dome. The second he landed, his knees gave out from underneath him and he fell face first onto the nest. Kickin fumbled awkwardly around until his hands grasped a pillow, and buried his beak into it.

“It wasn’t your fault,” Kickin hiccuped, tears staining the pillow. “It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t your fault.” If he kept telling himself that, surely he’d begin to believe it eventually, right?

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lisholoz · 2 years ago

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I was giggling, kickin my feet on the train drawing this 🥴🥴🥴🥴

#slade wilson #deathstroke #deathstroke the terminator #dc #fanart #wip #doodle

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hotdogstandz · 10 months ago

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Your are style is just... SO FUCKING SCRUBLY I LOVE IT SO MUCH!?! The way you draw dust sans actually makes me like his character more.

YEAAAAAAHHH welcome to my dusttale brainrot club. But….fr….thank you heehee

I’m happy you LOVE my style <3 got me kickin my feet n shit over here x\\D

#my asks #teehee #hotdogstandz #dust sans #join my club…

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bigdreamerpeach · 4 months ago

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What about ler bobby lee dogday fic

Hehe ofc!

Here it is

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A Heart full of playtime

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It was a sunny day

The smiling critters wanna play games today like Football, Volleyball or other games. Bubba was reading a book like always , kickin and hoppy are playful fight who is better and strenger, craftycorn was drawing and picky was eating

Anybody was happy ...Well alllost

Dogday

Let us say he was not in a good mod today. He is grumpy and didn't talk that much. The others are Wanderung whats wrong they never see him like this , where is the dogday they know

Dogday doesn't want even hug from anybody

The others are worried about him

" heyyy dogday buddy , how are you? You look a little grumpy."

" i'm fine." Dogday said without feeling

They know the grumpyness from catnap but from dogday? That was new for them

They need to cheer dogday up to see him smile again like always

They all try anything. Bubba tells Jokes , kickin making funny faces, craftycorn draw funny pics. They laughing about it, even catnap laughs ...but dogday doesn't ,not even a chuckle or giggles came out of him

" you guys finish?" He ask a little annoyed

Now..this getting serious, they need someone who always get a smile out of anybody

Bobby Bearhug

She was the critter with the Biggest heart , always there for her friends, always know how to make them feel better.

As the other critters tell her how upset dogday was she wanna help them to get the smile back to his face

She walks to dogdays house and goes inside

" Ohhhhh dogday! Where is my cute puppy friend? Ohh! There you are."

Dogday was laying on his Sofa , under a blanket. he groans as he hear bobby

" leave me alone bobby ...."

" Nuuu i wanna stay."

She jumps on the Sofa, sitting next to dogday.

" where is your smile dogday ?."

All what dogday so was a sigh and covered the blanket over his head. Bobby don't wanna go she wanna help dogday, but ot was not easy this time

Then...

A foot from dogday sticking out from the blanket. She remember for weeks ago where dogday Bubba because he don't wanna wake up. All of the smilingcritters arw ticklish , dogday ad well

She gentle put his foot on her lap , hold the ankle and slide a Finger up and down his sole

Dogdays eyes wide as he feel this. His feet where extremly ticklish, he try so hard not to laugh but bobby know he try to hold it

" come one ~ i know you can't stand this for long."

Bobby plays with his toe beans and scribbles his sole. With any second dogday grinning getting bigger and bigger as...

' HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!BOBBYYYY NOHOHOHOHOH!!!! STOP STOOHOHOOP!!! NOT THERE!!!!."

"Not there?." She sitting now on his back. " how about here?*

She starts tickling his sides and under his arms. This make dogday brust out laughing..

"AAHHHHHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!BOBBYYYYYY NO NO NOHHOHO!!! PLEASE PLEEHEHASE!!!!! STOP IT!!!! EEEEE!!!! I CAHAHAN'T!!!!!!"

" tickle tickle tickle tickle~ our leader is so cute and ticklish heheheh , ohhhh how about here ?"

Bobby tickling his neck, dogday try to hide his neck.

" Mhhhmhmg...pfffffkrrr!! Aahmmhmhhm."

" Awwwwwww you cute , oh oh and here?".

She squeeze his rips now , this make dogday crazy.

" EEEEEE!!!! NOT THE RIPS!!! NOT THE RIHIHIPS!!! EHEHEEHAHHAHA!!!! "

Bobby was having fun making dogday laugh , his laugh was so cute , warm and funny , she could tickle him all day , but it was time to stop

Dogay catch air. Bobby lay down his belly.

" feel better ?"

" y..Yeah.. heh...phewww oh my hehehe ."

Bobby cuddles him , he hugs her back , smile

" yayyy your smile is back ! But why you were grumpy ?."

" I...just can't sleep tonight , is was not easy for me ...i'm really sorry for being mean but ... you know when catnap is sleepy hehe."

Bobby starts scratch dogday belly gentle ,making him relax.

After a while ge falls asleep with bobby in his arm, she sleeps too

Bobby knows her friends so good, always know what someone need

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There we go

Its a little short but have fun

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime tickles #smiling critters tickle #lee!dogday #ler!bobbybearhug #tickle fic

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