Beware of: The Pale Apparition and its Fluff Of Chaos
The horror lurks panting in the dark. You can not run, you can not hide. It'll find you and it will... lick you wet.
Dedication to @notasapleasure and @chrisoels and every other lover of long-dogs and chonky-cats! I wish you enjoy this thing at least half as much as I enjoyed drawing it!😘
My brain is a weird place where demons from Princess Mononoke live next to Dexter's Lab: The Horror and Podkowiński's Frenzy next to worm on a string🤭
cursed to care so very much about parrot welfare that i have to make this face when I politely say “no I do not, but I do know of a rescue” when clients ask if I know of any parrot breeders in the area
i was trying to think of what would be a fun april fool's bit, but all I could think was 'these are my two Lutheran cat OCs, Basco and Karambit' and now i can't stop thinking about this reverse world where instead of Renaissance Italians, they're two german mancats drinking beer and complaining about the inaccessibility of the bible to the common man.
I saw this scrolling the social media today and I just needed you to know. My fictional true love Joan the disservice cat definitely needs one.
First, thank you for this.
When I got the notification that you sent me an ask, I was not expecting four of the best images on the internet. I love these cats in their little outfits and I agree, Joan needs this.
I can picture Eddie scrolling through Pinterest, seeing little heavy metal cat outfits, and immediately taking out his credit card despite the fact that Joan has never once enjoyed him putting her in an outfit. In fact, she actively acts like she’s dying every time he does.
So, she never wears them, but…
Joan has grown up observing Ozzy and Ozzy takes care of Steve. So the natural conclusion is that Steve is Baby and he must be looked after.
Joan also has no concept of federal holidays. She just knows that there are days that Steve is not there and days that he is. If he is home on a day he’s not supposed to be than that’s bad. So, he should not be putting on his running shoes.
Since Ozzy is doing nothing to stop him, Joan insist on stepping in.
Steve nudges her out of the way as he slips his foot into his shoe, “Joan, move. You’re going to get stepped on.”
But Joan does not move because she is helping. Steve does not seem deterred so Joan insists on coming with him and if she has to wear a silly little outfit and get put in a torture device (AKA the cat stroller) than so be it.
Steve lets out a little annoyed huff and calls out, “Babe, I’m taking the cat!”
So picture it: Steve in pastel joggers since it’s chilly outside and an old but well maintained Hawkins High Swim Team t-shirt that’s tight across his shoulders. He’s got his pristine white dad shoes and his socks pulled up. Ozzy’s running beside him as he pushes the stroller, and then he’s stopped by a woman a couple blocks over who wants to see the baby.
The baby is, of course, Joan with her little fangs sticking out and her shirt that says Cannibal Corpse.