Creature From The Black Lagoon’s ugly little brother gets a fluffy(federalchemical1728)

I’m in the process of making a game and this is the main character, Beau. He lives at the bottom of the ocean so i drew him with a mermaid fluffy & some seahorse fluffies.

the working title is “Deep” but that’s very vague and undescriptive & probably already exists tbh. i’ll probably get more excited about it the further along I get and tidbits will start filtering in to whatever i’m talking about.

life update or whatever (it's a heavy one)

our 23 year old cat is dying. If he makes it through the night, we’re going to put him down tomorrow. I recorded some videos of him snuggling my aunt & spent all night feeding him treats and slow blinking back and forth.

watching him blink “i love you” in cat language while he lays on death’s doorstep, skin and bones, unable to stand under his own power, that can’t mean nothing. we got him when he was nine & i was eight. this cat is older than I am.

he was already a crotchety old man when we got him, and we were originally going to take a big black tomcat named Hershey, but Hershey had already been adopted that morning. We took Smokey Joe because he was the cuddliest cat in the enclosure, but when we got him home he wasn’t cuddly at all. He’d thrash if you held him, dig his hind claws in, wouldn’t sleep up against you, wouldn’t sit in your lap, nothing. He loved being petted and having his belly rubbed, but if his paws weren’t touching the ground, he wasn’t going to be touched. but then grandma got sick, and he’d spend the whole day sleeping in her lap. like how some people say cats can tell when someone is going to die. they’re going out at around the same time and i don’t know how i’m going to handle it. i shudder to imagine how my mom will be, after.

i haven’t lost a pet in maybe… 5 years? maybe 4. my memories all feel so far away. and expending energy dredging them all up isn’t something i can do right now. it was the last time i remember seeing my dad cry.

i wasn’t expecting myself to feel this so deeply, i haven’t had a good all-out sobbing snot-bubbling ugly cry in years. i’ve been feeling so detached & emotionless that i wasn’t sure i was going to feel anything at all. but seeing him so close to the end, still blinking “i love you too” when i slow-blink at him. it’s really something. i think he knows.

I’m also a little stoned & we watched Jesus Christ Superstar for easter and I totally cried. A meta 70’s Broadway Rock Opera about the life of Jesus Christ of Nazareth with a black Judas Iscariot & a Hawaiian Mary Magdalene shot on-location in Israel with “prop” tanks donated by the Israeli military sounds fucking insane & sacrilegious & unbelievably goofy, but fuck dude. there’s something so human about telling this story that’s so “sacred” & revered & taken so seriously, by singing and dancing in spangly costumes. this movie made me feel SO much more than any kind of religious education i ever received.

They don’t make 'em like they used to, i guess. i should do the Prince of Egypt next to really crank up the waterworks.