Ask KipKoala!

KipKoala is a calming presence for the critters and ensures that he and his friends have the right amount of sleep to jumpstart the morning's play! End of the day, there's nothing KipKoala enjoys more than watching his friends sleep soundly.

[ask-kipkoala]

“G’day, mates! I reckon we’ll have a grouse time here, won’t we? Let’s give vegging out a burl—it won’t hurt! I look forward to answering of all of your questions!”

(Please keep in mind that not every post will have art attached to it, just to let you guys know.)

[RULES] 1. No NSFW questions.

2. No harassment/bullying/trolling.

3. Be respectful.

(The art on the PFP was not made by me, but by the wonderful @mintsuwu!)

[ask-daisy-the-flower]

Anything new so far?

“Sadly, not really these days. I hoped that my cute little blog would maybe ‘kick-off’ as the kids would say, but I guess my luck ran too short. Boxy Boo (@thedevilinsidethebox), Daddy Long Legs (@ask-daddylonglegs), and eKipKoala (@ask-kipkoala) tried as well… but even then they just kinda… fizzed out after a while.”

“—But don’t worry about us! Even though we’re technically still out of the spotlight, we’ll love to answer your questions anytime nonetheless!”

[askloolalamb]

feelings on the other critters?

"I get along with all of them in general, they are great friends! I feel truly happy to have them in my life..."

"But, just between us, I have a closer relationship to Catnap, Bobby and possibly Dogday."

[ask-kipkoala]

!! OOC !! the kipkoala in the corner:

/j/j/j/j/j/j/j/j

[askloolalamb]

"AAH, I-I'M SORRY, I had no space left..!"

"But you know, my appreciation for you is so inmense that I couldn't put it into words, it would have filled the entire chart. 👉🏻👈🏻"

[ask-kipkoala]

“Awww… it’s okay, mate! Thanks for the confirmation!”

“…Jeez, looks like I haven’t posted here in a long while.”

[askloolalamb]

feelings on the other critters?

"I get along with all of them in general, they are great friends! I feel truly happy to have them in my life..."

"But, just between us, I have a closer relationship to Catnap, Bobby and possibly Dogday."

[ask-kipkoala]

!! OOC !! the kipkoala in the corner:

/j/j/j/j/j/j/j/j

[ask-daisy-the-flower]

“Hey, bud! How’s it growing?”

As you can imagine, this is an ask blog dedicatedly entitled to Daisy the Flower! She’s delighted to see what questions you have for her, as she has plenty to compliment Mother Nature while doing so!

Rules:

No NSFW or sexual questions.

No bullying, trolling, and harassing the owner of this ask blog.

Please be respectful here.

Well, like always, have fun visiting Daisy the Flower!

[ask-kipkoala]

!! NEW ASK BLOG OUT !!

[thedeleteduser]

100th Post!

Thank you all, for what’s it worth, being here to support me and my art. Genuinely, it’s been a great pleasure reaching this high of a level.

As a celebratory post, here’s a fan fiction about KipKoala! Be careful though, as it deals with dark topics, being heavily inspired by an old particular creepypasta. You’ll find out what story I’m referring to near the end.

TW: Suicide, mental breakdowns, disturbing imagery, and gore.

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KipKoala was napping peacefully atop a tree branch, as he dreamt of all sorts of wonderful things occurring in his mind.

Then, the thought of a lavender-furred feline with droopy eyes and a dopey smile appeared, causing the gray-furred koala to be abruptly awoken. Oh, him. How could he have forgotten? KipKoala narrowed his eyes, as he frowned.

Today was his and Catnap’s (the one he had a certain distaste for towards) birthday, since both of them were directly related to the moon itself. KipKoala feared that Catnap’s own birthday might overshadow his, but he had to keep hoping it wouldn’t happen. He might have to call shotgun if he wanted to get ahead of the game.

Then, out of the blue, a few Smiling Critters came by—Bubba Bubbaphant, Dogday, and KickinChicken.

“Heya, Kippy! Whatcha doing?” said Dogday, as he looked to KipKoala up above. “Yeah, what are you doing on that tree branch, anyways? Shouldn’t you topple down the ground already?” questioned KickinChicken, following Dogday’s greeting with a confused expression.

“For the last time, KickinChicken, koalas latch on tree branches to cool off. It’s in their anatomy.” Bubba responded to the cocky yet cool chicken, who still looked dumbfounded (he was the least smartest of the three guys).

“Oh, I’m just waiting something grouse to happen! It’s coming very soon!” KipKoala had finally responded to Dogday, assuming that there was a surprise party planned for him—but he wouldn’t ruin his own birthday, would he?

“Okay! See ya soon!” Dogday cheerily waved goodbye, as he left with both KickinChicken and Bubba Bubbaphant arguing over brains over brawn, or the reverse.

—

A few hours had come by, as KipKoala had purposefully steered away from coming back to his house to let the rest of the Smiling Critters finish setting up of what they had. Eating some delicious Eucalyptus leaves (just like his scent), napping some more, and generally having some fun all throughout the day. Of course, he would have more fun when the surprise birthday was here.

At the end of the day, KipKoala whistled casually as he walked towards his home (which resembled that of both a tree house and a natural life reserve).

He opened the door with a big wide smile on his face—and nobody was there. No balloons. No party hats. Not even a birthday cake.

KipKoala frowned. What happened? He had spent the entire day having a good time, and they hadn’t even bothered to set up even some party decorations? There must be a good explanation to this, thought KipKoala.

Then suddenly, he heard music coming out from somewhere else. KipKoala, curious, listened closely as he walked towards the place that the music was coming from.

Eventually, he found himself at Catnap’s house, which was the last place he ever wanted to go to. But the music was coming from here, and he wanted to check it out what was going on, so KipKoala peered through the window.

He wish he hadn’t.

All the Smiling Critters were there, dancing around and having a good time. Catnap was drowsily munching on some cake while he slept through the whole thing. It seemed like everyone was having fun like they never had before.

KipKoala kept staring through the window, just… standing there. He didn’t know what to do anymore. He didn’t know what to feel. It was as if the whole world had crumbled beneath his feet, and buried him under.

After a while, he left, walking away from Catnap’s house and towards his own. His head was down, as he had never felt saddened before in his own life.

KipKoala wondered if he truly had been a bad friend. After all, they seemingly had forgotten his birthday. He wondered if he was worth anything, heck, even if he was worth something at least, then somebody would’ve been there for him.

But there was nobody there for him.

Just himself.

When he came back to his house a second time, he didn’t bother making dinner for himself. He didn’t even bother to brush his teeth and shower. KipKoala just sat on his bed, as he looked around for a moment, seeing everything he had—even a shotgun next to the side of his head, in case he wanted to do it. He was just thinking to himself. Just himself.

Tears swelled up in his eyes, as he ever so silently wept in the darkness of his bedroom. He slowly put his hands to his face to stop the waterfall of tears, but they couldn’t stop. They wouldn’t.

Then, KipKoala heard something, as he wiped away his tears. He wasn’t sure what it was. Did somebody break into his house? He grabbed his shotgun, as he looked around for a moment.

Well, at least I won’t be alone anymore, thought KipKoala as he grimly joked… before seeing a figure in the shadows.

He dropped his shotgun, staring at the figure, like he had when he was staring through the window. Though this time, it was out of fear. Who were they? What did they want?

Then, KipKoala wasn’t in his room anymore, as he looked around panicking. The darkness of his bedroom had now become a shadowy void all around him. Just him.

He started to run, as he felt something behind him. Of course, there could be no one, and he was just scared, but he didn’t stop around to wait and find out.

KipKoala just kept running, and running, as several of the Smiling Critters appeared—except that their faces were shattered like glass, with there being nothing inside.

Once again, he put his hands to his own face, screaming internally as distorted cries and laughter was all he heard while he ran.

The noises just couldn’t stop.

They wouldn’t.

KipKoala continued running, until he saw his shotgun just up ahead. He had considered using the shotgun against who was chasing him, until he realized something—he could end this. Nobody cared if he was gone. He would be free out of his misery once and for all.

The noises were getting louder and louder, ever so louder.

Louder.

Louder.

LOUDER.

LOUDER—

Then, a bang was now heard from KipKoala’s house.

And then, there was only silence.

—

After saying goodbye to their friend, Catnap, the rest of the Smiling Critters went towards KipKoala’s house. They had planned to wish Catnap a happy birthday, and then KipKoala. It seemed fair to the most of them.

Surprisingly, when they got there, the door was left right open. KipKoala must’ve had accidentally left it open—no way he would’ve done it on purpose.

The Smiling Critters looked around the house, searching for him, until Bubba Bubbaphant suggested that they go look upstairs.

One by one, they did so, as the unofficial leader of the group, Dogday came across KipKoala’s bedroom.

Telling the other Smiling Critters, they slowly opened the door, and flicked the lights on.

That night, it was if a million screams were heard.

—

The following day, everyone wept for KipKoala’s passing, as some of them put flowers on his gravestone. They wished they hadn’t truly been such bad friends.

After everyone left, you could see the words clearly engraved on Kipkoala’s gravestone now.

It was, in the form of these words:

“Bye-Bye, Kippy.”

[thedeleteduser]

haven’t drawn his other forms in a hot minute

[ask-kipkoala]

Do you have any current purposes? Future plans?

“I should’ve ended him a long, long time ago.”

…And now, I will not hesitate to.

[ask-kipkoala]

Hey Kip! Actual questions asked from an anon (shocking considering the anonymous here so far have only messed with you lol) do you like art? Were/are you friends with CraftyCorn?

“I do try to dabble in art myself, but each time I end up making stick figures nonetheless. Though I do know CraftyCorn—she was quiet and kept to herself often until she was talked to in the first place. We did draw a few times before… everything happened, but we weren’t that close in the meanwhile.”

[ask-kipkoala]

are his bones crunchy or squishy :3

“STOP”

[ask-kipkoala]

I want 2 throw him at a wall (bcs I love him)

“Uhhh… okay?”

KipKoala’s a big fuzzy pushover whenever it comes to someone giving him love, but at the same time he is concerned that he’s about to be thrown into a wall as well.

[ask-kipkoala]

hold em still anon, im opening the lipstick container

“NO!”

KipKoala (or “Catnap” as he proclaimed to be) swiped away the lipstick container with his claws, snarling furiously from behind his mask.

[ask-kipkoala]

Does KipKoala like makeup?

(not holding a makeup kit and do not intend to doll him up)

“…No.”

He could already tell that this wasn’t going to be good, as he narrowed his eyes, unamused.

[ask-kipkoala]

Do you remember anything about The Hour Of Joy? Were you there?

“So, that’s what they called it… Yes, I was there. I was scared. I was so, so scared. I had never felt more scared in my life when it happened. Then, I took the chance to leave Playcare immediately when that dipstick cat mongrel started to dispose the employees—both out of my safety and a desire to finally get away from him.

Though.

I only wish I could’ve saved one person that I cared about even after everything. The one who was there by my side, when I was all alone.

…

My sister.

Loola.

[ask-kipkoala]

C'mere kitty kitty! Its time for your bath.

“WHY DO PEOPLE WANT TO PAMPER ME??”

[ask-kipkoala]

ok but listen

what if he comes at me and i just kiss him in self defense

its the perfect defense mechanism

“Why would you ever do that?”

[ask-kipkoala]

Hey Kip! Any close friends?

“Loola Lamb. She’s… like a sister to me. I always felt sorry for her whenever she was with that dipstick cat mongrel. I think there’s some photos of me and her lying around. Let me see.”

KipKoala looks around for a moment, before gathering what he needed.

@mintsuwu @askloolalamb