You were a normal human friend of Clark’s. He trusts you completely.
You were tasked by Clark with watching Krypto and the Fortress of Solitude when she came crashing in. Literally.
She was drunk and very flirty. Kara was smitten with you instantly.
Clark did not approve at first. No issue with you, no his issue was with her. But he knows you keep her out of trouble. Mostly.
Expect dates to be at dive bars on other planets.
And if not there, expect dance parties in the Fortress. Mostly it’s an excuse Kara wants to grind against you.
Kara is extremely cuddly. She loves wrapping her arms around you and nuzzling you.
She is very protective of you and makes sure you’re safe even when she’s hugging you
PDA? Expect plenty of kisses and hugs in public. More so when she’s kicked back a few shots
First date? A small diner in Smallville.
Kara was never one to want to settle down. But then she met you and now dreams of a life that the two of you can have together.
NSFW Headcanons - you’ve been warned
Kara loves being on top.
secret? It riles her up when you fight for who’s on top. Makes her feel alive.
Extremely vocal and loud. So much so that Clark had to have 4 or Gary install soundproofing in the guest room.
Drive? High. Kara can’t get enough of you
Each time with her can be a mix of rough and tender times. But Kara just loves laying in your arms afterwards.
She loves the aftercare you give. Soft cuddles, words of love and affirmation
First time? Neither of you can remember. You kicked back a couple drinks at a bar in the Contraxian galaxy and next thing you knew you woke up in pure bliss in motel room.
Turns ons? A smile alone would get her wanting to jump you.
Despite not wanting kids just yet, Kara may have a breeding kink.
Loves showering with you.
Hates bondage, considering that she’s invulnerable and you’re not.
Kara loves walking around the Fortress in your shirts. She gives you flirty little twirls while wearing them just to see your reaction
She is in complete awe of you during love making, as much as you are of her.
Love making is a mix of sensual slow times, quickies, anywhere and everywhere.
You count yourself blessed to have met Kara as much as she counts herself blessed. You balance each other out nicely and the galaxy is all the more safe because of it.
MHA Girls' Dating Male S/O who has the Personality and quirk/powers like Spider-Man would Include?
~Ochaco Uraraka~
Ochaco would find your nimbleness, agility and spider-like abilities really impressive. She'd love watching you gracefully swing around using your webbing. Your incredible reflexes and spidey-sense would amaze her.
She'd relate to your humble, down-to-earth personality despite your amazing powers. Like her, you don't let your quirk/abilities go to your head. You both believe in using your gifts to help people.
Ochaco would admire your scientific smarts and how you invent your own web fluid and gadgets, kind of like how she works hard to improve her quirk. You inspire each other.
With your shared sense of humor, you two would constantly be laughing together and playfully bantering. Ochaco loves how you can always lighten the mood.
In training or combat, your spidey-sense would help alert you when Ochaco or other allies need assistance. You have her back.
If you got injured using your powers to protect others, Ochaco would worry a lot and insist on nursing you back to health. Your selflessness means a lot to her but she doesn't want you taking too many risks.
Ochaco would blush like crazy if you teasingly shot a web to pull her in close to you for a surprise kiss. Your abilities can certainly spice up the romance
Most of all, Ochaco would love your caring heart and how you always try to do the right thing with your powers, just like her and Deku. You're the type of hero she admires most.
~Mina Ashido~
Mina would find your spidey-sense both impressive and amusing. She'd jokingly call it your "Y/N tingle" to playfully tease you about it, like "Is your Y/N tingle going off again?" when you sense incoming danger.
She'd love swinging around the city with you, laughing gleefully as you use your webs to propel you both through the air. Mina's carefree, thrill-seeking personality would make her the perfect partner for your high-flying adventures.
Mina would constantly praise your incredible agility, flexibility and acrobatic moves during training and hero work. "Wow babe, you're so bendy! Guess I know why you're such a great dancer too!"
Your shared goofy sense of humor and love of witty quips would lead to tons of banter and inside jokes between you two. You'd egg each other on trying to one-up each other's clever comebacks.
Mina would think your scientific smarts are super attractive. She'd watch in admiration as you invent gadgets and marvel at your ability to improvise solutions using science under pressure.
She'd find your moments of awkwardness and stammering utterly endearing. Mina would give you an affectionate peck on the cheek anytime you get adorably flustered around her.
Whenever you get injured doing hero work, Mina would fuss over you and insist on treating your wounds herself, even though your enhanced healing factor means you don't really need it. She just wants to take care of her Spidey.
Mina would be your ultimate hype girl, always believing in you and cheering you on, whether facing school challenges, mastering a new move, or taking down villains. Her enthusiasm would be a constant inspiration to you.
~Momo Yaoyorozu~
Your spidey-sense would often tingle when Momo is nearby, alerting you to her presence even before you see her. You'd get a warm, fuzzy feeling whenever she's close.
Momo would be fascinated by your powers and constantly want to analyze your web fluid and understand the science behind your abilities. You'd geek out together over chemistry and physics.
With your shared intellect, you and Momo would have intense study sessions together, challenging and motivating each other. You'd make a formidable academic duo.
Momo's calm and confident leadership style would complement your more quippy and improvisational approach during hero training. You'd strategize well together.
Your enhanced agility and reflexes would allow you to pull off incredible combo moves with Momo in battle. She'd conjure tools and weapons for you to creatively utilize.
Whenever Momo doubts herself, your unwavering optimism and faith in her abilities would lift her back up. You'd be her biggest cheerleader.
Momo would worry about you throwing yourself headfirst into danger without thinking. Your spidey-sense would have to work overtime to avoid her lectures.
You'd love to show off your acrobatics and web-slinging to impress Momo, even if you sometimes get tangled up or slam into walls. She'd patch you up while giggling.
Momo's proper and polite personality would be flustered by your constant wise-cracks and pop culture references, but she'd secretly find your dorky charm endearing.
With your shared sense of responsibility, you and Momo would take your hero work very seriously, pushing each other to be the best heroes you can be - while still making time for study dates and fun outings just the two of you.
~Tsuyu Asui~
Your spidey-sense would constantly be tingling around Tsuyu, but not because of danger - rather because your senses are so attuned to her presence. You always know when she enters a room.
Tsuyu finds your quippy one-liners both endearing and exasperating. She rolls her eyes but can't hide her smile when you make silly science puns during training exercises.
With your enhanced agility and Tsuyu's frog-like jumps, the two of you are an incredibly mobile duo, springing and swinging across the battlefield together in perfect sync.
Tsuyu appreciates how even though you have amazing powers, you stay humble and never let it go to your head. Your strong sense of responsibility resonates with her.
Study dates often devolve into you eagerly explaining complex scientific concepts while Tsuyu listens intently, finding your enthusiasm absolutely adorable.
When you get lost in your own thoughts, muttering to yourself while working on tech upgrades, Tsuyu gently ribbits to bring you back to earth, knowing you sometimes need a little nudge.
Tsuyu admires your bravery in always doing the right thing no matter what, even when it's difficult. But she's also the first to call you out if your heroic instincts veer into recklessness.
Your spider-reflexes come in handy for catching Tsuyu's tongue when she shoots it out playfully to mess with you. It usually then turns into a light-hearted wrestling match between you two.
With your shared sense of loyalty, strong moral compass, and desire to help others, you and Tsuyu make a great team, both in your relationship and as future Pro Heroes. Your powers complement each other perfectly.
Hey I really like your writing and everything! Just one question.. will there be more of "The new world" because I recently found it and I love it so much!!
Ok. Now I gotta know. If the toys are THIS protective while reader is pregnant, how will they be when the baby is born?
Poppy Playtime x MotherF!Reader | Headcannon - Part 1
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A/N: This is post is a sequel to Poppy Playtime x (Pregnant) F!Reader | Headcannon.
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POPPY PLAYTIME
> Poppy sees the first new life she’s encountered in decades that isn't twisted by the factory. When you first bring the twins home from the hospital, Poppy’s reaction is one of hushed, breathless awe. She likely stays perfectly still, her large eyes reflecting the infants, perhaps even shedding a single, doll-like tear as she realizes she is finally part of a real family. Because Poppy was inspired by and contains the soul of Elliot Ludwig’s daughter, her maternal and sisterly instincts are deeply rooted. She treats the twins with a reverence that borders on the sacred.
> Your life with Poppy on the farm is a stark contrast to the dark, metallic hallways of Playtime Co. Poppy wakes up early, often perched on the windowsill of the nursery, watching the sunrise over the fields. She isn’t one for heavy lifting, but she’s an expert at monitoring. She’ll alert you if a baby stirs before they even start to cry. While you tend to the livestock, Poppy stays with the twins in a specialized baby station in the shade. She uses her high-pitched, sweet voice to sing the same lullabies she was programmed with, which—in this peaceful setting—actually sound soothing rather than eerie. She maintains her polite, slightly formal way of speaking, referring to the babies as "the little ones" and treating you with the respect.
> Poppy has become extremely protective over your babies. After years of being trapped and hunted, Poppy has a radar for danger. If a stranger pulls into the driveway or a predator (like a coyote) gets too close to the barn, her demeanor shifts from sweet doll to tactical observer. She doesn't have the size of Huggy Wuggy or Kissy Missy, but she has the intelligence. She would likely set up small alarm systems around the nursery or use the farm's old intercoms to keep a constant ear out. She is most protective of their innocence. She often moves her small frame to block the babies' view of anything she deems unpleasant, wanting them to grow up in a world that is nothing like the one she escaped.
> Poppy has integrated into your family as the third parent. She becomes a vital part of the household, helping you keep track of feeding schedules and developmental milestones with her genius-level memory. The farm acts as a Safe Haven for her, allowing her to slowly process the trauma of the factory. Seeing the twins grow helps Poppy reclaim the childhood that was stolen from her.
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KISSY MISSY
> Kissy Missy’s initial meeting with your twin babies is gentle curiosity. When the twins first arrive, Kissy Missy’s reaction is a mix of reverence and overwhelming gentleness. Standing over fifteen feet tall, she likely crouches as low as her lanky frame allows. Her large, mahogany eyes would be wide with a shimmering light, perhaps even showing the tears seen in her earlier models. True to her name and original programming to kiss children, she might gently lean her head down to provide the softest boop or a phantom kiss to the twins' forehead. She wouldn't make a sound, but her chirping noises would be higher and softer than usual. The sight alone would make your heart flutter.
> Kissy would play the role of the gentle giant to your newborn babies. Navigating a farm with a massive, pink, fuzzy body requires a lot of spatial awareness, but Kissy is surprisingly agile. With her long, elastic arms, Kissy could easily hold both twins at once, swaying them with a rhythmic, mechanical precision that rivals any high-end nursery rocker. Her bigger body strength makes her an invaluable asset for heavy chores. She can move hay bales or repair fences with ease, often while wearing one or both babies in a custom-made, giant sling across her chest. Since she cannot speak, Kissy communicates through exaggerated gestures and drawings. You might find little sketches she’s made in the dirt of the twins growing up or playing.
> Kiss would without a doubt be just as protective as Poppy. While she is naturally benevolent and sweet, Kissy has a ruthless side that only emerges when those she loves are threatened. She would view the farm's perimeter as her zone. Any unfamiliar car or wild animal would be met with a silent, looming presence. She doesn't need to roar; her sheer fifteen-foot height and gnashing jaws are enough to deter any threat. As she has shown a willingness to take the brunt of danger for her allies, she would place herself between the twins and any perceived harm without a second thought. Evident by the fact that when you woke up in the morning, you found five dead coyotes outside your farm.
> You always find her standing guard outside the nursery window. Her face often the first thing the twins see when they wake up as the pink, bigger body toy smiles down at them. Part of you was slightly worried the appearance of your toy children might scare your new born babies, but the twins just stare at them in bewilderment. Kissy uses her long limbs to create a shaded canopy for the twins while they have tummy time on a blanket in the grass. She helps with the wind-down, perhaps gently brushing the farmhouse roof with her hands to mimic the sound of rain, a trick she learned to soothe stressed experiments back in the factory.
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DOGDAY
> Dogday’s a pure sunshine upon meeting your newborn babies. When you bring the twins home, DogDay’s reaction is an explosion of restrained joy. His tail (if he still has it in your canon) would be thumping a mile a minute. He wouldn't bark—he knows that’s too loud—but he’d let out those soft, high-pitched squeals of excitement. He’d gently nudge his plush black nose against their tiny feet, memorizing their scent so he can find them anywhere on the forty-acre property. To him, these babies represent a new dawn after the events of the "Deep Sleep."
> Dogday displays his "Golden Retriever" energy during his life on the farm. He’s officially become your alarm clock. He’ll trot through the hallways at sunrise, gently booping your hand to wake you for the morning feedings. Even though he’s a bigger body toy, he takes his "Dog" title seriously. He’ll help herd the sheep or cows, using his bright orange fur as a beacon for the animals to follow. He’s strong enough to pull a small wagon. He’d proudly trot through the fields with both twins tucked into a padded cart behind him, acting as a fuzzy, living tractor.
> Dogday is the most vigilant of all the Critters. Earning him the title given by his friends (the bigger body smiling critters) and mini smiling critters, the solar shield. While you sleep, DogDay stays awake. He curls up right across the nursery doorway. Nothing—not even a creaky floorboard—gets past him. If he senses you’re getting overwhelmed or burnt out by the twins' crying, he’ll gently nudge you toward the couch and take over entertainment duty, performing little tumbles or making funny faces to distract the babies. He is usually all smiles, but if a predator or a stranger gets too close to his pups, his floppy ears pin back and he emits a low, vibrating growl that sounds much more mechanical and menacing than a real dog.
> He’s the ultimate living pillow. The twins often fall asleep tucked into his soft, sunshine-scented chest floof. He loves digging (sometimes too much), helping you plant seeds or fetching fallen fruit in his paws to bring back to the porch. Every evening, he sits on the porch with you and the twins, watching the sun go down. It’s his favorite time—a quiet reminder that the darkness of the factory is over and they are all safe. And he’s blessed with the privilege to watch your babies grow.
Kara Zor-El/Supergirl x Kryptonian!M!Reader | Headcannon
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A/N: This version of Kara Zor-El/Supergirl was my favorite since the day she was introduced in the film. But sadly she didn’t live long enough to truly shine against her enemies, evident by the fact she lost not once—but twice to Zod’s forces. Since I don’t see much fics revolving this version of her, I decided to write one myself. Hope you enjoy this as much as I do.
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• You accompanied Barry and Batman to rescue Kal El/Superman. When you, Barry and Bruce break into the black site, they expect to find Superman. Instead, they find a very weakened woman: Kara Zor-El. Seeing you upon waking up isn't just a surprise; it’s a physical jolt to her system. After years of red-sun dampeners and cold steel, seeing another person with your shared sigil feels like a hallucination. While she is wary of the humans, she gravitates toward you instantly. She doesn’t need to speak; the shared recognition in your eyes—the "Ghost of Krypton" look—tells her you aren't an illusion. You are the one who helps her stand when her legs are weak from atrophy.
• The transition from being friends to something more happens during the quiet moments at Wayne Manor. You spend hours under the yellow sun, teaching her how to process the overwhelming input of super-hearing and x-ray vision. You speak to her in Kryptonian when the humans aren't around. It’s a private sanctuary. She finds comfort in your shared history, realizing that neither of you has to explain why "Earth feels so fragile."
• Now, I know what you might be wondering: who makes the first move in kissing whom? Knowing Kara, is direct, fierce, and has no time for human "dating" games. It happens the night before the final battle against Zod. The tension is high, and the "inevitability" of their situation weighs on her. She isn't soft about it. She grabs the front of your suit, pulls you in, and kisses you with a desperate, possessive, fierce intensity. It’s not just a romantic gesture; it’s a "stay alive" pact. A declaration that she isn't losing the only family she has left.
• You and Kara live minimalist and private after the battle against Zod. You likely reside in a secluded area, perhaps a rebuilt corner of the Wayne estate or a remote cabin where her super-hearing won't be overwhelmed by the "noise" of humanity. She enjoys the quiet—simple things like the feeling of real fabric or the taste of food that isn't a ration. In the field, you are a terrifying duo. You don’t need to communicate via comms; your Kryptonian senses allow you to track each other's heartbeats and movements perfectly. While she is the "spear"—the aggressive, front-line force—you often act as her "shield," watching her back and handling the collateral damage she sometimes ignores in her fury.
• She often deals with "survivor's guilt" and the grief of losing Krypton. A typical evening involves her sitting in a yellow sunbeam in your living room, absorbing energy while you talk her through the "human" parts of the day that still confuse or annoy her. She is "fierce and battle-hardened". If anyone so much as speaks rudely to you, her eyes might flare with a hint of heat vision before she catches herself. She isn't just your partner; she is your ultimate shield. When acting as Supergirl, she is "hostile" toward those who seek to destroy what she loves. You are her "north star"—the person who reminds her that humanity is worth the effort even after everything she's suffered.
Poppy Playtime x (Pregnant) F!Reader | Headcannon - Part 5 - Final
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[ Spoliers From Chapter 5 warning ⚠️‼️ ]
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Giblet
> Giblet’s curiosity of your pregnancy overshadowed his fear. Initially confused by your changing shape, Giblet uses his high intelligence and technological expertise to "study" the process. He might find old medical books or listen intently to your explanations, treating the growing life like a precious, non-experimental miracle—a sharp contrast to the "reanimation" he saw at Playtime Co. Having been turned "wrong side out" by the Prototype, Giblet is fascinated by the natural, "right side out" way humans are made. He views the pregnancy as the ultimate "heroic" act he never thought he was capable of supporting.
- It’s no surprise that he also participated in giving you a helping hand. Despite his misshapen right leg and need for a cane, Giblet is incredibly resourceful. He uses his Electric Bat—repurposed into a walking aid/taser—to help with chores, perhaps using the electrical charge to jump-start old farm equipment. To soothe you (and your babies), Giblet often sings. While he once sang the eerie themes of Huggy Wuggy or the Smiling Critters to get people to leave his hideout, he now hums softer, more hopeful versions of those tunes. He is constantly checking in, using his "flower-pupil" eye to observe your health. If you are tired, he’s the first to point you toward a chair, much like he pointed you toward safety in the boilers.
> Giblet is no stranger to "scaring off animals". His "grotesque" and "ugly" appearance, which once marked him as a victim of the Prototype, now serves as a terrifying deterrent to natural predators. He uses his enhanced speed and stealth to patrol the farm's perimeter at night. If a pack of coyotes gets too close, Giblet doesn't just bark; he uses his Electric Bat to deliver a non-lethal but memorable shock that keeps the farm safe. He still insists he isn't a hero, but his actions say otherwise. He stands guard outside your door every night, his eye patch-covered face turned toward the woods, ensuring that no "Outimal-like" threat ever disturbs your peace.
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Chum Chompkins
> Chum was the fourth person to hear the news of your pregnancy. As a creature created through cold, industrial experimentation, Chum is captivated by the natural growth of the babies. He often rests his massive head near your belly, using his sensitive, shark-like senses to listen to the fetal heartbeat. (Through sign language) Chum admitted he was worried that your babies might not like him. But you assured him that your babies will love him once they’re born and get to know him. He treats you like a fragile "school" of one. He learns to navigate the small farmhouse with extreme care, tucking himself in so he doesn't knock over her nursery preparations.
> Chum uses his immense strength to handle the chores you can no longer do. He carries heavy bags of feed in his jaws (carefully!) and drags fallen branches away from the paths so she won't trip. During hot summer days on the farm, Chum’s naturally cool, aquatic-leaning biology makes him a living air conditioner. You often lean against his side to rest and cool down. He watches her assemble the crib with intense focus. He might even "help" by handing you tools or holding pieces of wood steady with his powerful paws, acting as a silent, scaly carpenter’s apprentice.
> Chum knows how to switch from gentle giant—to guard dog. When the sun goes down, Chum’s predatory instincts shift from "survive" to "protect." Coyotes and wild dogs that catch a whiff of a literal shark on land usually steer clear, but the brave ones encounter a nightmare. Chum doesn't bark; he stalks. He moves through the tall grass of the pastures with a low, rhythmic thud. If a pack of wild dogs approaches the porch, Chum emerges from the shadows, his rows of teeth bared in a silent, terrifying snarl that sends predators sprinting for the woods.
> Using his speed, he "herds" any intruding animals away from the house and toward the property line, ensuring you sleep soundly without ever knowing a threat was near. Chum becomes an unmovable shadow as the due date nears. He sleeps across the doorway of the woman’s bedroom. He views the coming baby not just as a human, but as a new member of his "pod" that must be defended at all costs.
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Wrongside Outimals
> The Outimals are fascinated by your growing belly. To them, "creation" was a painful process of being turned inside out by the Prototype. Seeing a life grow naturally and "right-side out" fills them with a quiet, collective awe. They often take turns resting their exposed, fleshy parts (like their raw-looking ears or chests) against your stomach. By your approval when asked. They are obsessed with the rhythmic thumping of the babies’ hearts—a sound far more comforting than the mechanical whirring of the factory. They watch you read baby books, tilting their misshapen heads as they try to understand the diagrams. They realize that while they were made to be "monsters," this new life is being made to be loved.
> Despite their grotesque appearances, they are incredibly efficient. Their exposed muscle and sinew give them surprising grip and strength. They help you weed the garden, their long, inverted limbs reaching into tight spaces she can no longer bend down to reach. Because their skin is sensitive, they prefer the softness of the hayloft and the cool mud of the creek. You went out of your way to make them oversized "sweaters" out of old burlap and wool to protect their raw skin from the sun. Making them look like a pack of lumpy, well-loved scarecrows. They might lack fine motor skills, but they try. You might find a "gift" on the porch—a perfectly round river stone or a bundle of wildflowers—left by an Outimal who wants to contribute to your babies’ room.
> They’re natural predators and unnatural guardians. Coyotes and wild dogs are used to fighting wolves or bears, but they have no instinctual response to a "Wrongside Out" creature. When the pack approaches the coop at night, the Outimals don't just growl—they unfold. Their inverted anatomy allows them to move in ways that defy nature—limbs snapping into place, jaws opening "the wrong way." A single look at a Wrongside Outimal emerging from the shadows is usually enough to send a coyote pack into a panicked retreat. Sometimes the unlucky coyotes were not just pounced on—but eaten alive. They protect the woman with a "perimeter" strategy. One stays by her bedside, while the others patrol the fields. They use their heightened, raw sensitivity to "feel" vibrations in the ground, detecting a predator long before it reaches the fence.
> You became a mother to the eyes of the Outimals. You didn’t see them as monsters; you see them as "unfinished." In return, they treat you with a delicacy that contradicts their jagged looks. If you trip, three inside-out hands are there to catch you before you hit the ground. They know they can never be "normal," but they have vowed that your babies will never have to know the darkness they came from. They are the farm's secret, fleshy gargoyles, ensuring the next generation starts out "right-side out."
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Lilly Lovebraids
> Lilly’s reaction mirrored Miss Delight’s response to the news of your pregnancy. Having spent years in isolation and trauma, Lily is fascinated by the natural "magic" of your growing belly. She asks endless, naive questions about how the babies eats and sleeps inside, treating the pregnancy with a mix of scientific curiosity (remnants of her past as a counselor) and childlike awe. You gave the purple braided girl permission to make contact with your belly. Lily often rests her head—or one of her braids—against your belly to feel the baby kick. When she feels movement, her green-glowing eyes widen in genuine delight, a sharp contrast to her former manic outbursts. She anticipates your needs before you even asks, using her long hair to fetch pillows, water, or snacks from across the room so you didn’t have to get up.
> Lilly handles the morning routine. Lily uses her prehensile, purple braids to help with morning chores, such as collecting eggs without cracking them or gently lifting heavy buckets of water for the animals. Named after a plant herself, Lily takes a special interest in the farm's flower beds. She uses her braids like extra hands to delicately weed around the lilies and daisies, often humming the familiar tunes of "Poppy's Lullaby" as she works. Her playful, "childish" nature translates into cozy evenings. She often spends time braiding your hair or practicing new styles on herself, finally turning her "slumber party" obsession into a peaceful reality.
> Lilly is the third guardian of the perimeter. When coyotes or wild dogs approach the livestock, Lily doesn't just scare them; she uses her braids to snap branches or create loud, rhythmic thumping sounds that mimic a much larger beast. If a pack gets too close, Lily reveals her more "unhinged" side—constricting her pupils and letting her braids end in their gnarled, claw-like tips. One look at a seven-foot doll with sentient, lashing hair is usually enough to send any wild animal running in the opposite direction. But some of the animals would persist—in spite of her threat. Leaving Lilly to satisfactorily slaughtering them on by one, until they’re nothing more but paste. All for the sake in protecting you and your babies.
Poppy Playtime x (Pregnant) F!Reader | Headcannon - Part 4
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PJ PUG A-PILLAR
> PJ’s reaction is driven by his super heightened senses. He likely detects the pregnancy before you even announce it, reacting to changes in your scent and the new heartbeat he can hear through your skin. Because PJ can hear the baby's heartbeat, he becomes obsessed with the sound. He will often press his muzzle against your stomach, staying perfectly still—reverting to his "Statues" training—to listen. PJ was designed as an obstacle to keep children in place. In this peaceful life you’ve given him, he repurposes that instinct to "corral" you. If you try to do heavy lifting or walk too fast, he will gently circle you with his 50-foot body, effectively creating a soft, fuzzy barrier to make you slow down.
> PJ views the two babies’ developing skeletons as something he must guard at all costs rather than a food source. PJ also uses his massive, 400-legged body to assist with your physical discomforts. With a body spanning over 50 feet, PJ becomes the ultimate support system. He will coil himself into a massive, plush nest around you in the farmhouse, providing a soft surface to lean on or elevating your feet with different segments of his body. PJ is used to moving in tandem with others. During your third trimester, as your gait changes, he adjusts his movement speed perfectly to yours, acting as a living handrail you can lean on while walking through the farm.
> PJ takes "nesting" literally. He uses his ability to scale surfaces to clear high shelves and bring you items so you don’t have to reach for them. As a creature that was "lured into Playtime Co. with the promise of a home and friends," he is incredibly protective of the peace you've provided him. He treats the upcoming babies as new "players" for a game that will never end in a jumpscare, but in companionship.
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BOXY BOO
> Boxy Boo is surprisingly analytical. He views the pregnancy like a complex piece of clockwork. But he spends hours resting his heavy cube head near your belly, listening to the heartbeat. He treats the kicks like a secret code, tapping back gently with his clawed fingers to "communicate." He’s hyper-aware of his own mechanical strength. He constantly recalibrates his movements so he doesn't accidentally bump you with his sharp corners or metal casing. You’ll often find him sitting in the barn next to Cat-Bee, awkwardly flipping through a book titled ‘What to Expect When You’re Expecting’ with his giant claws, trying to understand why "the human's fuel intake" (cravings) has shifted to pickles and ice cream.
> Boxy becomes her ultimate "living tool" as your center of gravity shifts. When you get tired during your walks through the orchard, Boxy compresses his springs and lowers himself into a perfect, sturdy stool for you to rest on. On chilly farm mornings, Boxy’s internal mechanical heat provides a strange but cozy warmth. You’ll lean against his plush exterior while you both watch a movie together with the other toy children. Boxy takes "nesting" literally. He uses his boxy interior to store soft blankets and baby clothes he’s helped you organize. Sometimes, he’ll even "hide" a nursery toy inside himself to surprise you. While you plants seeds, Boxy uses his long reach to pull weeds or scare off crows with a sudden, pop of his head. Followed by a terrifying bellow that echoes across the field.
> Boxy Boo doesn't sleep in your house; he "perches." He often sits atop the barn roof or a high hill, compressed into his box form to look like a piece of farm equipment. Coyotes are smart, but they’ve never seen a "rock" grow ten-foot-long springy limbs. Boxy doesn’t usually kill them—he prefers the "Jack-in-the-Box Scare." He waits until the pack is close, then launches his head and claws out with a metallic shriek. The sheer unnatural physics of his movement sends them sprinting back to the woods in terror. Wild dog packs can be aggressive and stubborn. If they don't take the hint, Boxy uses his reach. He can snatch a lead dog from 20 feet away, pin it gently but firmly with a heavy claw, and let out a low, vibrational growl that rattles the animal's bones until the pack scatters.
> A bear is the only thing that truly puts Boxy on high alert because of the potential threat to you. If a bear wanders near the porch while you’re outside, Boxy places himself directly between them. Unfolding his limbs to his full height to look as massive and intimidating as possible. He’ll clatter his teeth and hiss, steam or mechanical whirrs venting from his box. Most bears recognize him as "not food" and "not an animal" and decide the bigger body giant wasn’t worth the fight. After a night of chasing off predators, he’s careful to "wash" his claws in the trough before coming near her. He’s terrified of bringing "wild" smells or dirt near the baby. He has started "patrolling" the path to the car. He knows that soon, you will have to leave the farm quickly to go to the hospital. He’s spent his afternoons clearing every rock and fallen branch from the driveway to ensure the smoothest ride possible for you.
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BUNZO BUNNY
> Bunzo’s ears are his greatest asset. He’s obsessed with the sounds of the growing babies. Bunzo can hear the baby’s heartbeat from across the room. He often sits cross-legged on the floor, gently tapping his cymbals together in a very soft, slow ting... ting... ting... to match the baby’s pulse, which he finds incredibly soothing. He eagerly ask if he could play with your babies once they’re born, and you told him only when they’ve learned how to walk. He can hear the your blood pressure or breathing change before you even realizes you’re stressed. When he senses you are getting overwhelmed, he’ll immediately start a soft, silly song to distract you.
> Bunzo is another participant in helping you around the farm. Despite his thin appearance, he is a "Bigger Body" toy, meaning he has immense industrial strength. Bunzo is excellent at clearing gutters, fixing shingles on the barn, or picking fruit from the very top of the trees so you never have to climb a ladder. His long, accordion-like arms make him a human clothesline. He’ll hold the wet sheets up high in the breeze to dry them faster, humming "The Birthday Song" under his breath. When you and the little bunny walk the farm trails, Bunzo walks slightly ahead, clearing every loose stone or tripping hazard. He’s very mindful of your balance.
> Bunzo admits he doesn’t look as ‘scary’ as Catnap or Mommy Long Legs. But darn it, he will do his best to protect his mommy. Bunzo would growl lowly as the coyotes or wild dogs approach. He waits until they are close, then slams his oversized cymbals together with a deafening, industrial-strength CLANG that echoes for miles. The sheer volume and high-pitched frequency are painful to animal ears, sending them running in total confusion. If a bear enters the yard, Bunzo uses his height. He stands on his tiptoes, raises his cymbals high above his head, and lets out a distorted, high-speed version of the "Birthday Song" while clashing his metal plates rhythmically. To a bear, he looks like a giant, screaming, yellow demon—it’s an instant deterrent. He likes to sit on the porch swing at night. If he hears a predator, he doesn't leave your side; he just lets out a short, sharp clink of his cymbals—a warning that says, "I hear you, and I'm waiting."
> Bunzo is the ultimate "hype-bunny" for the upcoming birth. He’s obsessed with the mobile above the crib. He’ll spend hours adjusting the tension so it spins perfectly. He treats the hospital bag like a sacred object, checking it every day to make sure the "fuel" (snacks) and "softs" (baby blankets) are accounted for. He’s gathered piles of soft hay and wool from the farm sheep to create a "soft zone" in the living room where you can sit comfortably without any back pain.
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BONUS: MiNi HUGGIES, CAT-BEE, CANDY-CAT
> The smaller toys’ perspective on the pregnancy is much more intimate. With Cat-Bee’s hybrid nature, she treats you like a "Queen Bee." She flies in tight circles around your belly, using her sensitive antennae to detect changes in temperature or mood. She’s the first to know if you are getting a fever or need water. Candy-Cat is convinced your babies need "sweet fuel." Whenever you had a craving, Candy-Cat is already in the pantry, batting boxes of crackers or fruit leather toward the edge of the shelf to "help." The Mini Huggies (Red, Blue, Yellow, etc.) treat the "bump" like a new hill to climb. Mommy Long Legs had to disciplined them to stop using you as a jungle gym, learning instead to sit quietly in a row on your lap to feel the babies’ moving inside you.
> Cat-Bee handles the literal pests that you’re very well familiar with. She chases horseflies and wasps away from the porch so the woman can nap undisturbed. On chilly nights, the Mini Huggies act as modular heating pads. They’ll latch onto your sore lower back or wrap around your swollen ankles, their fuzzy plush bodies providing natural, gentle warmth. Candy-Cat uses her long, retractable tongue to snag low-hanging berries or fallen eggs from under difficult nesting boxes, ensuring you don’t have to bend over—which has become difficult in the third trimester.
> They might be small, but they are terrifying in a group. They use distraction and irritation to drive predators away. If a coyote gets past the fence, the Mini Huggies act like a coordinated pack. They don't fight head-on; they hide in the tall grass and "pop up" in different places, letting out high-pitched screeches. To a coyote, the ground seems to be alive with fuzzy, biting monsters, causing it to bolt in confusion. trees and fences with ease, leading the dogs on a wild goose chase away from the house. Candy-Cat is the distraction. She can scale trees and fences with ease, leading the dogs on a wild goose chase away from the house. Once they are far enough, Cat-Bee swoops down, using her mechanical buzzing to mimic a swarm of giant hornets, which sends the dogs into a panicked retreat.
> The small toys know they can't win a physical fight against a bear. Instead, they act as an Early Warning System. Cat-Bee flies high to spot the bear, then zips back to the house, buzzing a specific "Alarm Pattern." The Mini Huggies immediately begin locking the screen doors and windows, while Candy-Cat stands guard at the your feet, hissing to keep you inside where it’s safe. The Mini Huggies have a habit of "pre-softening" chairs. Before the woman sits down, they’ll pile up cushions and blankets, testing the "squish factor" themselves to make sure it’s perfect for her. They’ve already claimed spots in the nursery. Candy-Cat sleeps on the rocking chair, Cat-Bee perches on the curtain rod, and the Mini Huggies huddle inside the empty crib, "guarding" it until your babies arrives.
Poppy Playtime x (Pregnant) F!Reader | Headcannon - Part 3
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YARNABY
> Here we have our next guardian of your babies: Yarnaby. This multi-colored yarn lion views your pregnancy through the lens of a loyal, protective "guard dog." Having been mentally reduced to a domestic animal by his past at Playtime Co., he is highly sensitive to changes in your scent and behavior. Yarnaby is fascinated by the movement. He often approaches you silently—utilizing his ability to move without a sound—and gently rests his soft, yarn-covered head against your stomach. When the baby kicks, he doesn't pull away; instead, he emits a low, vibrating purr through his voice box to soothe the "cub" inside.
> He becomes your personal shadow. If you walk into a different room, Yarnaby is right behind you. He uses his incredible agility to fetch items from high shelves or tight spaces that have become difficult for you to reach. If he senses you are tired, he will lay across your feet like a heavy, warm rug to keep you grounded and comfortable. His retractable steel claws stay hidden around you, but he remains hyper-vigilant. If any of the more rambunctious toys get too loud or close to you, Yarnaby will let out a low, warning rumble.
> Pianosaurus and Yarnaby work together in a unique but harmonious partnership. While Yarnaby ensures the farmhouse remains a safe and tranquil space conducive to rest, Pianosaurus offers an enduring, charming melody. Their collaboration fosters a sense of being valued and at the center of their shared environment.
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PIANOSAURUS
> Pianosaurus was amazed at what he saw. He sees your pregnancy as a beautiful, long-running musical performance. Because he suffers from delusions that filter the world into a bright, childlike cartoon, he doesn't see your physical discomfort; he sees you "blooming" like a character in a song. Pianosaurus loves to "play" for the baby. He will often stand near you and tap his own keyboard-teeth to create soft, rhythmic tunes. He believes the baby is his newest band member, and he "sings" while he speaks to you, asking if the "little musician" liked his latest melody.
> He is blissfully unaware of the medical complexities but is very responsive to your mood. If you are feeling stressed, he might perform a clumsy but enthusiastic dance, occasionally bumping into things with his club-like tail. To Pianosaurus, bringing you a snack—like his favorite apples—is an act of high-stage production. He often tilts his head, his chameleon-like eyes rotating independently to get a full view of your changing silhouette. In his mind, you are the lead singer of the farm's ensemble, and he is determined to keep the "performance" happy and bright until the baby arrives.
> Pianosaurus and Yarnaby form a strange but effective team. While Yarnaby ensures the farmhouse is physically safe and quiet for your naps, Pianosaurus provides a constant, whimsical soundtrack. Together, they treat you less like a "test subject" and more like the heart of their new pride.
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(MiNi) NIGHTMARE CRITTERS
> The mini nightmare critters didn’t know what to make of your pregnancy. You knew as well as they did, that they couldn’t talk even if they can express their thoughts. They spend their days patrolling the farmhouse floor, clearing away anything you might trip on. If there’s a stray toy or a loose rug, a swarm of Small Nightmare Critters will drag it out of your path like a team of tiny ants.
> At night, they tuck themselves into the corners of your bedroom. They don't sleep; they just watch the shadows. To them, your pregnancy represents a "New Beginning" for the Poppy universe, and they will bite anything that dares to disturb your rest.
Hi, could you please do General Relationship Headcanons for Loona x Male Reader? Thanks for your time!
AAAAAAAAA another request!!! Thank you so much Anon for requesting to my blog! I just want to warn you that I never wrote for HB characters but I have been watching the show so if anything seems out of character PLEASE inform me so that I can improve!! 🤎🤎🤎🤎🤎🤎
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ᡣ𐭩 General Loona x Male! Reader Headcanons! . . . 🧸
🧸ྀི ~ As we all know, Loona is a short tempered woman. She’s apathetic and shows little matters that are going around her and has a usual scowl on her face. Everyone and their mama know who Loona was before even interacting with her. So when you first saw her you pretty much wanted to stay out of her sight…
🧸ྀི ~ But Loona on the other hand—she had an interest for you. She didn’t know how to express that she might as well be pretty fond with you despite struggling to be fond of anyone else. It was a new feeling for Loona and she didn’t know how to cope with it.
Sometimes this would cause her to be more rude to you than she usually is with everyone else as to try to push you away if you ever tried to communicate with her. She hated herself for it but she didn’t know how to deal with it in any other way besides the way she is used to.
It made her feel twice as bad because you were just an innocent guy who seemed like he’d be an overall sweetheart despite the dump you’re living in. She always feels guilty about her constant lash outs towards you when truly you never did anything to make her this upset.
🧸ྀི ~ It didn’t take Loona to notice how despite how she is towards you, you genuinely believed that she wasn’t that sort of person deep down. She could tell that you were a man of patience and that sort of brought her over the edge and caused her heart to skip a few beats or so. It was quite comforting to see someone give her a chance at being able to break that stone barrier of hers.
🧸ྀི ~ Soon enough, your relationship with Loona grew from being one sided enemies. acquaintances, friends, and then a straight up couple. If took awhile to get where you guys are now but it was worth it!
🧸ྀི ~ Loona tries to learn how to communicate with you better than being an overall meanie to you :(, thank god your one patient man who knows how to deal with a woman like her.
🧸ྀི ~ Loona probably takes control over the relationship because she just has that sort of energy despite not showing it.
🧸ྀི ~ Sure, sure…she doesn’t pay no mind to her surroundings. Always on her phone and drinking…but when her boyfriend is in the room? Oh, all of her attention is on him.
🧸ྀི ~ I’d say that Loons will also try to be more affectionate towards you since you’re always so affectionate towards her.
Quick and sudden kisses are a big thing. Seeing her just suddenly peck your lips and scurry off just makes you laugh.
Maybe some acts of service are her biggest ways of showing you how much she loves you. She may be lazy but that sorta slips when you need something. i know it may seem like she doesn’t care all that much but she truly does love you and she wants you to have the best, better than she had it.
I feel like Loona wouldn’t be the one to try to plan dates and you’re always the one taking her out and stuff like the handsome gentleman you are. However, on rare occasions she’d bashfully ask you if you want to go on a date with her (Hence her cursing herself out mentally) knowing that you’d say yes anyway.
Loona will have the times where she will be protective of you. You’re most likely the best thing that has happened to her in awhile and she can’t lose you.
🧸ྀི ~ One thing Loona is grateful about is how you’re willing to take the time out of your day to put in the time and effort into allowing her to get vulnerable and intimate with you. You’ve showed her that you wouldn’t rush her into something she wasn’t exactly ready for and it brings her comfort. She feels like she doesn’t have to put on a show or rush anything with you because of how patient you are with her. To me, I think that’s one of the key things that a healthy relationship needs to have because patience can go such a long way in a relationship and it’ll build so much more trust and understanding within the relationship. So, I see this being something that Loona recognizes you for and she is happy to have a man like you in her life. Loona is willing to try to do the same act of patience with you as well because she loves you deeply and she wants to be able to share that feeling with you🤎
Poppy Playtime x (Pregnant) F!Reader | Headcannon - Part 2
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HUGGY WUGGY
Huggy Wuggy was surprised seeing your belly so swollen. His doll-like eyes would dart to you, then to your belly in wonderment and bewilderment. He’d look back at you whilst tilting his head in confusion, as if to question you about your condition. This leads to you explaining to him and other toys how pregnancy works. You even offer Huggy the chance to place his hand on your belly, and giggled at his reaction when he cocked his head back at your baby’s sudden kick.
Huggy followed you like a shadow. Helping alongside Kissy in doing your chores, be it cleaning the dishes, doing laundry, tending to your farm animals, etc. He would get aggressive with any creature that he deems a potential threat to you and the baby. That became evident when coyotes came rushing to the property of your farm, straight toward the livestock. You watched in shock and horror as Huggy began to slaughter the coyotes in the same fashion you’ve seen from the hour of joy tape; spreading his jaws wide, chomping the dog’s head off of its shoulder. By the time the battle was over, he ran up to you, then rubbed his yellow hand over your belly in a circle.
Relief washed over the big guy before carefully wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to a hug.
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MOMMY LONG LEGS
Mommy Long Legs was as surprised as everyone else when you announced that you were pregnant. After you explained to the pink arachnid how pregnancy works, she felt mixed feelings. She internally hated your babies, because she knew once they are born, you will be giving all the attention you gave to Mommy to them. Them! Oh, she wish she could just pull all two of your babies out of you and crush their skulls into paste. But Mommy wouldn’t do that; she knew you’d be heart broken if she had done such a thing.
Mommy also felt another emotion she was familiar with: jealousy. This became evident when on one occasion, you were playfully talking to your unborn babies as you stroked your belly, and heard the sound of something shattering. You turned to the source and found a white plate split in two in the hands of Mommy Long Legs. Mommy assured you that she was fine, but you knew in your heart that the bigger body spider was lying. You recalled a time when you saw Mommy holding a baby doll you once played with when you were a kid, and overheard her muttering something that sent a chill down your spine. It also didn’t help that the pink arachnid began to squeeze the doll so tightly, you feared she might tear it apart.
Fortunately this behavior didn’t last very long. You offered Mommy to place her hand on your belly, but the pink spider refused. Commenting that she didn’t want get germs on her hands. You took a deep breath; inner peace, reader, inner peace. However, while you were sleeping, Mommy placed a hand on your belly and felt the first kick. The sensation genuinely surprised Mommy and it was enough to blow out her fire of hatred and jealousy for just a moment. Of course, Mommy still hates your unborn parasites. But for the first time, she’s finally ready to….tolerate your babies. For now.
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MRS. DELIGHT
Mrs. Delight was mesmerized by the concept of pregnancy. As well as congratulating you on having two babies, and meeting a man whom you grew to love. She insisted that you laid back and let her handle everything that goes on in your house. You need someone to make breakfast for your toy children? Done. You need someone to clean the house? Clean the dishes? Start the dishwasher? Done. You need someone to do your laundry? Done. You want some water?
“Please, don’t hesitate to ask!” Delight insisted, cheerfully.
There was a time a burglar broke into your house. He had you on gun point, and demand that you give him your money. But before you could part your lips open, Mrs. Delight emerged from the shadows and pierced the sharp blade of a knife through the man’s heart. The burglar immediately died and collapsed on the kitchen floor. Delight approached you whilst crossing over the corpse, then asked if you and your babies were okay. You nodded before thanking her in gratitude.
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DOEY THE DOUGH-MAN
The personalities within Doey The Dough Man had mixed feelings; that being Matthew, Jack, and Kevin. Matthew and Jack were over the moon when they heard you were having babies, especially Jack. Jack spent a few minutes running across the farm’s long fields, gushing at the fact that he’s no longer the little brother anymore, and will be the big brother next to Matthew. Matthew was happy for you and couldn’t wait to meet the new members of your big happy family. As for Kevin..? Well, the boy was quiet for a long time.
Doey also pitched in with the others to help with the chores—working alongside Dogday to wash the dishes, doing laundry with Mrs. Delight, and caring for the farm animals with Catnap, Bobby Bearhug, Giblet, and Chum Chompkins. Although Kevin would never admit it, he had become fiercely protective of his unborn siblings. He showed this by carrying you downstairs even when you insisted you could manage on your own, pulling you close without warning, and knocking coyotes out with a single punch. Yet, every time someone asked about him being overprotective, he’d deny any of it.
Physique: heavily muscled, athletic, and powerful build
Relationship: His wife, Sophia
Personality: Ryan is defined by his deep devotion to his friends. Particularly the souls of children inhabiting toy bodies, and going to extreme lengths to support him. Ryan’s humanity can melt even a person’s cold heart, often acting as the moral center of the group. Ryan’s primary motivator is the safety, protection, and unity of his chosen family. He is typically calm under pressure but possesses a volatile temper when his loved ones are threatened. He is persistent and often self-sacrificial, willing to risk his life for those he cares about.
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OC #2
Name: Sophia Rubio Lopez
Gender: Woman
Age: 32
Race: Latina
Physique: Full hips and thighs with a curvy lower body. Sports a G-cup bust.
Relationship: Her husband, Ryan
Personality: She has a warm, compassionate, and caring personality and often acted as a motherly figure to the group. She displayed deep affection for those she journeyed with, and fiercely protective whenever their safety was threatened. Her inner strength kept Ryan, Poppy, and their friends together through their most difficult experiences. She is the emotional anchor for team Poppy.
I'm craving angst, WHAT HAPPENS WHEN ANGEL DIES FROM OLD AGE, HOW WOULD THEY REACT. MY BABIESSS🥺😭
WELL IF THIS ISN'T AN INTERESTING QUESTIONNNN.
Warning of major character death ahead!
Angel, by all means and accounts, wouldn't have lived much past their 70s. They were an alcohol abuser, had a very stressful life, and was very prone to ignoring their own health and overworking themself to exhaustion. Things did, however, change a LOT thanks to their found family. Angel dies at their late 80s while asleep, lying against a tree outside, in a much more peaceful way than what they ever thought they would.
Everyone handles the grief on their own ways, but Marie, Poppy, Dogday and Doey are some of the worst affected. Poppy lost her father once, found him, and now, after so many years, she lost another parent again. It hits her hard; her incapacity to die of old age and hunger doesn't help. She genuinely does not want to watch everyone else die, and probably enters a spiral, because Angel isn't there and she misses them every single day of her life. And she will keep on missing them, but the pain will eventually get smaller than this. Eventually.
Angel was the first adult that didn't fail Marie; she's attached to them, always has been, and her way of processing grief is complicated and not pretty and she misses her mom. That's the second maternal figure she lost, even though she knew this would eventually happen, and she's glad their death was peaceful but it takes her some months to recover.
Dogday was trying to come to terms with the fact Angel would die; he was getting emotionally prepared for that, per Angel's own suggestion (they always prioritized everyone else. Even when knowing they would die soon. Were they afraid of their end? Dogday doesn't know, Angel wouldn't tell him this), but he has depression and it gets worse with Angel's passing. This time, unlike PlayCo, there's an entire community for him to rely on.
Doey... Matthew had lost his parents. Jack as well. Kevin never had an adult to call a parent until Angel arrived to his life. The trio knows how to coexist after so many years, but the grief causes conflict between them as well, because they need time alone and the pain is familiar to many years back, and yes they - the THREE of them - will have an outburst or two, or more, but the others are there for them, at least. Their pain is not something only they have. They will process the loss together, and then celebrate the life Angel shared with them.
Some other toys were processing the idea of Angel's inevitable passing, and when they finally died, the grief didn't struck as painfully as it would be otherwise. They move on to acceptance faster, but their pain is still very, very real. Even after some years pass, Catnap would sometimes wake up and forget Angel isn't there, or think about the past and miss them deeply. Sometimes Delight still goes to Angel's designated chair at the living room expecting them to be there. She misses the soups they used to make; she tries her best, but it doesn't taste the same. It hurts.
The worst parts of the grief pass quickly for Kickin, Simon and Bunzo. It hurts, yes, they each need some time to process that, but by this point in time Bunzo has been an adult for decades, and he became very emotionally mature. He takes days off to process, and then comes to the conclusion that Angel would probably be yelling at him if they found him all teary-eyed. He grabs one of the family's photo albums, and as he is going through it, Simon appears, going to do the same. Simon took a small trip after the funeral, alone. Came back feeling much better, reaching a similar conclusion to Bunzo. And Kickin was already getting emotionally ready, and when the inevitable happened he decided to cherish the life Angel had. He cried a LOT, mind you.
Ollie, Baba, Hoppy, Bubba and Bobby self-isolate on their safe spaces. Ollie ends up joining Marie and Poppy in sleeping on Angel's room for a few weeks; Hoppy can barely look there without crying. Baba tries to pretend she's fine, ends up beaking down and being on her room for hours just processing things. Bobby is snarky and growls and refuses to talk for days before shouting and breaking down, and Hoppy tries to be the stronger of the two of them but she can't do that (and she knows Angel would be upset at her for playing the strong one. They didn't like when she did that and the memory makes the grief worse). She and Bobby decide to take things one day at a time.
Ollie tries occupying himself. Overworking himself, even, in order to not think about it. Poppy is busy crying, he needs to take care of the things she has been unable to. Ends up finding a paper with Angel's handwriting on it and breaks down, only gets up when Poppy finds him (she always finds him and he hates how well she knows him and hates how useless he feels). It's complicated.
Giblet, Chum, Touille and Maggie overwork to ignore the pain as well. Try to focus on their everyday lives, finding comfort on their family and on each other as the first weeks of grief pass by. Maggie and Giblet end up eating a lot more than usual, followed by Rabie Baby, who is a bit more distracted and destructive than her usual self, despite claiming she's fine. Giblet finds her at 2 in the morning in the living room by herself, and joins her. He haven't been able to sleep much since Angel's passing; Rabie, too. They share stories, Chum ends up joining them, things still hurt but after that night they hurt less.
Touille takes care of cooking, and ends up being one of the few who has the courage to go through Angel's things. It feels strangely warm to have these parts of them still here. Maggie helps, breaks down in tears, and Kickin appears to give a hand. They end up sharing a lot of stories; Maggie is one of the first to move on "for good", as she says. Touille takes his time.
Bubba and Allister can be seen "rotting away" on the sofa or outside frequently. Especially Allister; the others always appear to check in on him, to see if he's doing fine. Allister always thanks them for the worry, but he moves through his grief alone. He misses his old guy.
Icky is a whole can of worms, because at first he crashes out spetacularly, breaking his things, crashing stuff, yelling at others, everything annoys him to no end. And then a month or so passes by, and his anger suddenly lessens, and... He's okay-ish now. And takes it upon himself to help the others navigate through the loss, to compensate for how badly he crashed out.
Catnap helps Huggy and Kissy a LOT through the whole deal; those are his baby siblings, he doesn't wish them to be alone. Whenever they go, he follows. Huggy and PJ in particular get really clingy to the Prototype for some time, while Kissy draws to cope. Box-a-Boo can be seen clinging to the trio as well, having a similar way of coping. Instead of drawing, however, he prefers sculpting.
Crafty... Has some episodes. The grief hurts, she's trying so hard to be okay, but her mental health is very complicated, and thus she needs to go to the doctor many more times than usual. It stresses her out; she has to take a break from her work and even from art. She can't even draw after Angel passes! It makes things worse. But eventually she catches Kissy drawing, and joins her, and the recovery is long but Crafty will go back to her art and back to doing the things she loves. She just needs to give herself time.
Time that Picky never seemed to take, ever, if at all. She goes through things as normal, perfectly normal, until one day months or even an year or so after the funeral she's taking care of the farm and suddenly she can't stop crying. And the memories all arrive, and the grief hits.
Delight has to reassure her that grief is different for everyone, and is there to give support to Picky a lot, having already come to terms with the loss. By this point, Marie is not on a good place to offer help, but she tries to stay near Picky. That's her sister, she doesn't want to leave her sister alone.
Yarnaby never stops sleeping on Angel's favorite napping spots around the house and the farm. Never. And all the other toys take their respective times to grief, too.
The Prototype - Elliot - is the one who has to communicate Lily about Angel's passing, her living with her human family. Lily feels sad, but it's not something that lasts. She and Angel were never quite close.
Elliot himself steps up to support everyone, but it's obvious he's grieving, and his grief is quiet. He doesn't like being alone on his hut, or that anyone touches Angel's belongings that he decided to safekeep without warning him about it first. He sits down close to the spot they died; sometimes he swears he can see them still there, on the corner of his eye, to no avail.
He was never good at accepting loss. Only difference is that this time, he won't make another cataclysm for horrors like he did with PlayCo. He knows Angel would kill him for that, even if they were dead, and he appreciates them too much to disturb them even in such conditions.
Everyone knows he changed after Angel's passing. Became quieter, in a way. But he stays strong, for everyone else to move on. Sometimes, when one of Catnap and Dogday's adopted kids appear around the farm with their own grandchildren, the little ones ask him about Angel. He only tells him the good stories, and never the many times Angel considered their own death, and the many, many times he had to lure them back from a spiral they could not leave.
Only the Prototype knows the extent of Angel's mental health. And this is a memory that one day dies with him. His last act of friendship to Angel is making the world know that they were someone worth loving until the end, and for the toys, letting the world know Angel was truly their family is the best gift they could ever give to their parent.
Angel died, yes. But they will never stop being loved. The perfect opposite of what they once believed would be their fate.
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