#poppy platime 4

[yakuu1905]

Player x Kevin

El no es un chico malo 🥺

English translation in description ⬇️

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English translation in description

K: I always feel “ANGER.”

Just stay away from me!

P: I'm not going to leave you alone.

K: I only hurt and destroy!

P: It's not like that!

K: I'm bad!

P: No! You're not bad!

K: I can't control my “ANGER.”

K: You don't understand!

P: Listen to me.

K: I don't want to hurt anyone…

I don't want to hurt you.

P: Let me help you!

K: Go away…

P: Kevin, listen to me. You're not bad, you just have trouble controlling your emotions.

But that doesn't mean you're “bad.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~O~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

K: Because… Because…

Because you keep insisting on me…

I'm just a “lost cause,” everyone always told me.

K: I've hurt you so many times, and you still keep insisting.

P: Because you're my friend, Kevin...

and I love you...

Let me help you.

I know you're not just the tough guy you pretend to be...

I see more in you.

K: I don't want to be "alone."

P: I'm not going to leave "your side."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~o~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

P: LET'S GO!

Let's go back to the shelter, the others must be worried.

K: If they ask, I wasn't crying 😢

P: Haha, don't worry, your secret is safe with me.

K: I don't want them to think I'm weak.

P: You're not weak, Kevin. You're the strongest guy I know.

[yarnababy]

little art of my baby Quinn! My friend and i cooked up some headcanons which I’ll add below!

Age: 7-8

Birthday: 17/01/1983

(I decided Capricorn after a lovely commenter gave a detailed suggestion why 🥹❤️)

👇headcanons below! 👇

Physical:

Quinn has an olive (ish??, see pic) skin-tone that’s prone to tanning heavily in the sun. But, since he never leaves PlayCare it always looks a bit ashy :( . (Give my boy sunshine!) He’s got freckling along the face, elbows, shoulders and knees but again, not very prominent until he gets that Vit D.

His eyes are Hazel 👁️🍂

His hair is a little longer than typical and usually tied back in a small pony tail. It’s a light brownish/ dirty blonde that turns honey in sunlight, (Marie notes this in chapter 8) Wavy leaning towards curls.

Quinn has a more ‘coltish’ build than the other children, making him appear weak. Though when it comes to down to it, the boy can pack a punch (chapter 4). To win a fight he’d had to rely on surprising the attacker.

Personality:

Very shy, and not well liked. The other kids think he is odd. Quinn has always preferred to quiet play like craft and reading, one way he has found to bond with other children is by sitting in the art corner and helping anyone struggling to draw. He talented in art, Quinn has a great imagination and creates very interesting and unique designs. He also has a good sense of colour and shapes compared to other kids his age. His dream is to be a toy maker.

Quinn’s favourite genre is mystical fiction. Non-fiction and History bore him to death. He likes to read about classic magical worlds with princesses, dragons and castles. Quinn’s favourite book is the Brothers Grimm Fairy tales which is kept hidden between his bed-frame, his favourite tale within is Rapunzel.

He is definitely on the spectrum, but being ND wasn’t well known or studied in the 90s. Dr White misdiagnoses him with Conduct Disorder for his problematic behaviour. (Chapter 4)

Quinn has a very black and white view of life. He believes if you are good, good things happen and vice versa. Kindness is a very big value to Quinn. He also has a ‘protective’ streak where he will help and look out for younger children from PlayCare even if they are not the best friend material (cough -Lily- cough)

Although he pretends not to be, Quinn loves attention. But not from crowds, what he really craves is being the centre of someone’s world and just being understood and listened to. as all neglected kids do (Harley definitely doesn’t exploit this)

Quinn has great fear respect for authority figures in his life, Ms Harper isn’t the nicest lady alive but he will follow whatever she says without question. When Harley comes… yeah. Quinn will follow that man to the end of the world. He hates to break rules fearing punishment and isolation.

Misc:

Quinn loves flowers! His first ever memories from before PlayCare were of sitting in the back of someone’s sun dappled garden, pulling out dandelions in the grass.

Quinn really likes wildlife animals like lions, dolphins and elephants. He thinks that they’re so big, powerful and free, to do whatever they like. He wishes he could be reborn as a bird so he can go wherever he wants.

Not so good:

Quinn has a set vision of what things should be and act like, that manifests peculiar ways; like inanimate things talking to him. For example, Albert’s toy thanking him for mutilating it since his own toy (Daisy) got a better design. This why Quinn is obsessed with making things ‘prettier’. Harley, in some twisted, way can resonate with the kid since he also has a set vision of the future.

imma cut it here since this is getting to long AXA

[burgerrat]

"No one gets me like you do."

Harley Sawyer x Reader

NOTE: gender-neutral reader, mentions of gore, threats of violence & light angst.

(I'm gonna be honest the positive feedback with my headcanons made me wanna make s'more Harley stuff. Praying that I kept his personality as close to I think he'd act canonically. Ough

My main inspiration behind this was dovewingkinnie's art piece mixed with that scene in Sonic 2 where Dr. Robotnik's grabbing Agent Stone's face

Aaaaandddd the prompt that makes the title comes from melamemea's prompt list here!

Hope you enjoy!)

It felt like you had been watching the procedure for years, when only 30 minutes had passed by as the Doctor poked and prodded at some unfortunate, sedated Smiling Critter's insides.

Sprawled on an operating table as a robotic, three-fingered limb attached to the ceiling of the room, worked away with a scalpel; a mechanic vessel bent over the operating table, a singular, wide eye displayed on it's screen as it observed the process, also lending its pair of hands, when they were of need. 

He was gruesome in his work, yet his hand was gentle in the most skilled of ways, in however form it came.

A professional in his field, until the very end.

"Do I really have to sit through this?" You huffed, resting your head in your palm.

You were spooned into another of Harley's vessels, sitting cross legged as the metal giant behind you remained still, like a protective shell.

"Squeamish, are we?" The Doctor casually asked, not bothering to actually acknowledge you with one of his physical forms.

"No! I just- ugh, how do you sit through this without falling asleep? It's not like taking a walk around inside here will be the death of me."

Soon as you responded, the scrap robot behind you hummed to life, the operation before your eyes coming to a pause quickly, and now... the screen of the vessel behind you turned on, displaying that oh so familiar eye.

"Your blathering is distracting enough." The Doctor hissed, his anger thinly boiling over.

"I might as well put you on that table instead. Perhaps you'll find my work more 'interesting' once it's skin-deep?" He chuckled.

This was Dr. Sawyer's attempt at humor, only his sadistic side could see the amusement about his threats.

But you knew better, you knew he bluffed each time, because he'd never acted upon it. Not when he was furious, not when you were asleep and vulnerable.

You glared at the vessel behind you, as if to say:

'do it, I dare you.'

The eye on the screen squinted, a quiet confrontation.

Then, dropping all hints of sadism, his voice returned, gentle and monotone.

"I cannot, and will not allow you out of my sight. Set one foot outside of my laboratories, and you'll be just another lamb to the slaughter, I can guarantee the probabilities." 

He'd told you this a million times before, each time more frustrated than the last that he had to deal with such a thick headed person.

His apathetic logic brought him once more to question why, why he kept you. Why did this type of recognition mean so much to him, when it came not only unprofessionally, but brought him objectively nothing?

"I know, I know, Harl. Look, I'm sorry-"

Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts. His eye, once zoned out, focusing back on you.

Harl.

He liked the ring of that.

Only you bothered to give him nicknames like that.

He liked whatever this was that he was feeling, it... helped him relax.

"I just can't do it like you do- the patience. And at least you're doing something. Maybe I can be your assistan-?"

"Absolutely not." He interrupted before you had even completed your question.

"It's my work and my work alone. You may take notes if you wish, but I will not allow any interference. Especially from an unqualified hand." He sternly said.

You sighed in defeat, you knew how much his work meant to him, you happily engaged- but watching it actually happen? Much less intriguing (or violent, really) than you'd imagined at first.

"However..."

His sing-songy tone as he continued caught your attention. His metallic hands gently took hold of yours briefly, before they snaked up to cup your face, the vessel's head lowering slightly so his eye could analyze your expression. Your entire face, really.

You could feel your cheeks heating up slightly against the cold touch of the machine's fingers as they smushed your face gingerly, his fingers slowly moving in small, smooth circles.

"Mmm, yes... I think we can build a little enrichment area for this little mouse."

He purred, his eye squinting playfully.

He knew what he was doing.

For a moment, a brief moment, he indulged exactly what you wished for: more of his attention, his touch. His hands did not come off of your face at any point, one moved to knead your head as the other continued to study your physiognomy, observing your behaviour, taking mental notes.

But all good things must come to an end, regrettably. And, much as he cherished you, his work was more important, you (or anything else) weren’t above it.

"I do wish to study your reactions upon being presented with certain... situations." The Doctor trailed off as he readjusted his position around you, his consciousness switching back to the other vessel and the robotic arm hovering over the operating table, casually going back to digging his scalpel around the Smiling Critter’s guts mixed with stuffing. His tone became fully professional, as if he were discussing business with you.

"E-excuse me??" You babbled out, face still red from his probing.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I won't place you in any hostile environment. Since my surgeries are so boring to you, I might just have to leave you with some homework to do instead, mm?"

Once his response was met with silence, he continued.

"I'll just place a few seeds around a labyrinth for you to find and collect, and see how well your cognitive abilities are. After that? Who knows! I might reward you with some cheese." He mocked.

You raised an eyebrow, unamused.

"Fine. So long as I'm doing something." You huffed, earning a contented chuckle for a response from the Doctor as he worked.

You were tempted to ask him to elaborate instead of speaking about his metaphorical 'lab mouse', to satisfy your curiosity, but you didn't want him to think you doubted your safety around him... he'd kept you alive this far, was ever-so vigilant to make sure you were well and alive.

You trust him.

You care.

~

"Most would come to think I'd be laying some sort of trap. The logical outcome." Harley observed once he concluded his procedure on the Critter, the robotic arm once more going still, the vessel remaining active and now... focusing on you.

"Oh, to be so blissfully void of paranoia."

"Yes." You agreed, then shaking your head, "but I know you, Harley. You word it like we're strangers." You added. "I should be able to trust you."

Silence.

"Do you know why?" The Doctor vaguely asked, his monotone voice sounded like he was miles away, yet he was so close to you. The automaton had begun approaching, the one behind you had turned on again. Yet he seemed... disconnected.

Not in the technological sense of his vessels.

"Why won't you lay a trap for me...?" You tried to clarify, "or why I should be able to trust..?"

"Neither." He scoffed.

"Why it is human nature to seek pointless connections, such as this. Nothing of value is extracted, there are no means to an end. What's the value of a life, when it can mean so much more? When it can be so much more?"

You tilted your head slightly, raising to your feet.

"Why does it have to mean anything?" Your answer was another question.

"It has to mean something to me." He barked.

That hurt a little. No… maybe not his intention, but your expression changed, and it didn't go unnoticed by him.

"Don't I?" Your voice softened.

He made a noise, like he was about to respond, yet held himself back the moment the words were going to leave his speakers. The main vessel he was using to express himself retracted a little.

You'd caught him off guard enough to remain speechless.

Because you were right.

You meant something to him.

You, who interacted with him even when you had no need for him, unlike the company who'd betrayed him twice.

You, who listened, who liked him even through his irritable, sadistic nature.

You, the one person that came back to find him, even if there wasn't much left.

And it wasn't because of his research.

You came back, for him.

"Harl...?" Your voice quivered a little, concerned with what his reply would be. Now, you were starting to doubt your safety through the hurt.

"You do." 

His response came out quick but monotone, void of emotion.

He wasn't sure what to make of himself. He hated it when others displayed sympathy towards his experiments, but he was telling the truth: you meant something to him, and, much as he hated to come to terms with it, it wasn't for his research.

You sighed in relief, your expression softening as you looked to the ground.

"I apologize, I was merely... pondering." His tone now took on its usual, eloquent speech. Or at least he tried to keep it that way, like how he'd word a presentation.

"Wondering why humans need to seek... connections... what drives this.. urge. This feeling." He rasped that last bit with spite. He couldn't understand himself, this counterproductive hypocrisy, and oh how he hated it.

This was his indirect attempt of saying 'I'm sorry that I hurt you', having taken notice that his selfishness had actually caused damage to the one person who gave a damn to even look for him. It wasn't good by any stretch, but it was an attempt to mend things up with clarifications. 

"I don't think... you need to know specifically the why of it...we're social creatures, it's, uhm.. normal, to want connections.." you tried to explain, approaching the automaton, reaching to hold his hand.

Were he in his human body, he would've noticeably tensed at the contact.

"Why still bother, when you have been betrayed over, and over again? And the funniest part: there is no prize for it. It has no meaning." He spat, once again void of emotion. He was subtly venting at this point, really, not even trying to hide that he was talking about himself.

In this moment, his complete detachment from humanity matched with his current body.

"Must have some meaning, if our relationship is an indicator of it." You played with his hand, intertwining your fingers.

Even when he had little regard for how you felt, you gave him compassion. You cherish him.

"I don't understand what drives you to it. What compels me." The Doctor's grip tightened around your hand for a moment, frustrated.

Then, he relaxed, his other hand tenderly taking hold of yours. Even though he was machine, it was his gentle handling that reminded one that he was still a man, despite the sharp metal.

"But.. one thing I do know, is that no one gets me... like you do. There is something there... and I intend to study it, why you, and nobody else."

Part of you knew that you both knew what it was.

Perhaps he was in denial of it, or maybe this was another indirect attempt of his, to say 'I love you' in his own way.

[coffin-duck]

Hola amiguis✰

[margaridafairy]

My version of The player of poppy playtime

[randomalex11]

I gave my poppy playtime ocs a redesign b they deserved it

Batly - A Halloween toy that had the scent of a candle, was the inspiration for the smiling critters. (he has a plush form, I just wanted to draw him in his human one)

Sugaryt - A Halloween candy clown.

Dreamy - A sleeping toy that had a nightlight for the children.

Christ and Holy - Christmas special toys that sing a song and had bells.

[memoryyong]

Some small harlwhite doodles

[ashtreeeee]

a LOT of my recent harley sawyer sketches

[doppel-doodles]

That illustration is making me want to slam my head against solid concrete, Art block said no, and I know when to pick my battles so fuck it we ball-

A normal post about Matthew Hallard from Poppy Playtime

I briefly mentioned this in the Jack post, the fact that I didn't think I had anything new or particularly interesting to say on Matthew as I always thought the Fandom had a lot of the bases covered.

But the more I actually thought about him, the more I wanted to talk about one thing in particular:

Let's talk about Doeys tape.

In game we find a vhs tape recorded by Doey, talking about how he almost ditched everyone in favor of running away, ultimately deciding to go back for them instead. It reveals a lot about how he truly feels about the responsibility that has been given to him.

I think it was so important to include this and the reason why is quite simple:

It humanises Matthew for me.

Why I point him out specifically is due to reasons I mentioned in my other analysis, Jack's control is mostly passive, Kevin only really comes to the forefront when he feels like there is a threat to assess or deal with and it has been confirmed that Matthew is the oldest of the children as well as having been a leader of sorts since he was still a human child, so in the tape it's basically him venting.

Which is great as it makes something crystal clear: He is not a perfect saint.

Matthew is a teenager who has been parentified from an incredibly young age, places immense pressure on himself, is suffering from more burnout than a college kid and not to mention the horror that is his current existence and life-

He doesn't WANT this responsibility, he only takes it on because nobody else will or can.

And nobody even thinks to ask him ONCE how HE is doing, no,no it's him who has to do that, he is not allowed to have breaks.

For godness sake he literally tells us in the tape that he is recording it because he feels like he can't talk to anyone about his problems!

The toys- The children having someone like Doey or more accurately Matthew is not a guarantee, it is a privilege but it's a privilege Matthew needs to!

And you rarely ever see kind characters COMPLAIN about having to be kind all the time, truly looking after everyone else drains you, it's exhausting to fulfill the needs of others, more often than not you'll have to put aside your own and when you really pull the shit end of the stick you get more complains then appreciation for your troubles.

It is such a CHORE and I think a character struggling with being so selfless actually can have such a massive impact instead of just being able to handle everything, it's that tiny bit of realism I love.

Despite how exhausted and miserable Matthew was over being stuck in this position in the end he turned back. Because he loves his friends that much, and he should get massive props for that.

And to think he still did so much but didn't think anything he did was good enough is just painful, like no honey you are enough, more than enough-

Also Poppy having once been the leader makes you think that maybe Matthew might have been hurt the most by her disappearing.

Like her leading was the closest thing to a break he ever got- and then she just up and disappears?? And it's all up to him now? Not to mention the concern? The worry??

Boy it speaks volumes that he doesn't seem to display more hostility towards her considering Poppy doesn't even EXPLAIN herself on why she left or why she couldn't come back.

He is even civil in discussing the fact that she demands for them to be okay with being blown up(also correct me if I'm wrong but didn't Poppy also include in her plan that SHE will get to live? If I heard that I would be flabbergasted.) But that's something I should discuss in another post.

For now that is everything I have about my boy, if you want to see what I have to say about other characters here is Kevin annnnnnd Jack, plus some extra stuff on Doey

[klowntoon27]

Three baby doey’s 🧡❤️💛

And a doodle gift for @freddyteddysfnaf and @thetwistedguy16

[yakuu1905]

Player y doey part 3/?

English translation

K: I WON'T LET YOU GET AWAY!!

M: PLAYEE RUN!!!

J: I wanna go home….. mommy I'm scared..

P: it hurts.. it hurts….. it hurts so much…

- crunch - crunch - crunch

K: IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!!

YOU RUINED EVERYTHING,

“YOU AND POPPY”

M: Kevin please stop!

Everything was fine, everyone was “ALIVE” until “YOU CAME”.

J: stop… I'm scared..

K: YOU KILLED MY FAMILY, NOW I'M GOING TO KILL “YOU”.

M: Noo! Stop! Kevin listen to me!.

J: Matthew! Please stop him.

[spampai]

Napcat (and some failed attempts)

Bro this mf harder to draw than pixels

References from Gachiakuta

[theeemonolith]

Crude Poppy Playtime doodles from last week

I just popped a playtime fr

[coffin-duck]

Doeyᐖ

[wolfasketch]

Y'all can ignore this, I just needed to get this out, maybe inspire someone to do it wither their own PPT OC.

So, was listening to Monster from Epic the Musical and thought 'what-if this was a Poppy Playtime animatic'.

Of course, with my thinking, the player would be my OC, Kristy, and it would take place after the end of Chapter 4 and Kristy has managed to escape Huggy for the time being and she's thinking back to what has happened as she walks the underground levels of the factory, bloodied and bruised from her journey through Playtime Co.

The most important parts I've thought of are these:

Is the cyclops struck with guilt when he kills? Is he up in the middle of the night? Or does he end my men to avenge his friend and then sleep knowing he has done him right? Would be Kristy talking about Doey.

When the witch turns men to pigs to protect her nymphs is she going insane? Or did she learn to be colder when she got older and now she saves them the pain? Would be Kristy referring to Mommy Longlegs.

When a God comes down and makes a fleet drown is he scared that he's doing somthing wrong? Or does he keep us in check so we must respect him and now no one dares to piss him off? Would be Kristy talking about CatNap.

Does a soilder use a wooden horse to kill sleeping Trojans cause he is vile? Or does he throw away his remorse and save more lives with guile? Would be kristy talking about how Poppy wanted to use the bombs to blow up the factory.

Skip to, If I became the monster to everyone but us and made sure we got home again, who would care if we're unjust? Would be Kristy talking about her still trying to save the orphans.

Again, skip to, I lost my best friend, I lost my mentor, my mom, five-hundred men gone, would be Kristy referring to Doey, Kissy, her mother, Angelica, and the toys who died in Safe Haven, while, I must get to see Penelope and Telemuchus, would be Kristy talking about getting home to her grandparents, who raised her.

Jumping to, And if I gotta drop another infant from a wall in and instand so we all don't die? Would be Kristy referencing the first time Huggy fell from the catwalks.

The parts between and after would just be Kristy wondering the underground and going ham about escaping.

[mizzfizz]

watching coryxkenshin as i do this assignment, hopefully it keeps me awake 🙏