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Just a quick, silly thing I drew because I needed to draw some comfort art and I haven't had the time to draw in far too long.
One of the things I currently do to amuse myself is thinking about a terrorkitten who has made their home in Steward Sebastian's Agency, and their adventures and misadventures there. So I drew this thing based on the idea of them doing that normal cat thing of waiting for their human to wake up to feed them.
For some reason this seems so much more terrifying when the cat in question is a three metre long, venomous monster, but always trust a Steward to keep calm even when waking up to a massive amount of teeth an inch from his face.
Also, always trust a pao with drawing one of her fursonas in bed with a person/character she admires and loves and it being entirely innocent. This will always amuse me too for some reason.
One of the things I currently do to amuse myself is thinking about a terrorkitten who has made their home in Steward Sebastian's Agency, and their adventures and misadventures there. So I drew this thing based on the idea of them doing that normal cat thing of waiting for their human to wake up to feed them.
For some reason this seems so much more terrifying when the cat in question is a three metre long, venomous monster, but always trust a Steward to keep calm even when waking up to a massive amount of teeth an inch from his face.
Also, always trust a pao with drawing one of her fursonas in bed with a person/character she admires and loves and it being entirely innocent. This will always amuse me too for some reason.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Miscellaneous
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1200 x 737px
File Size 1.59 MB
It's my headcanon that while a terrorkitten would definitely prefer real milk or even better yet real meat, anything is all right as long as it's offered by Steward Sebastian.
Or - as a dear friend said - "I think Steward Sebastian, if he got annoyed enough, could convince a pack of terrorkittens to become vegetarian and stay still when told to."
It's only funny because it's true. <3
Or - as a dear friend said - "I think Steward Sebastian, if he got annoyed enough, could convince a pack of terrorkittens to become vegetarian and stay still when told to."
It's only funny because it's true. <3
Oh, he is! I'm deeply fond of the man, even when I wish someone would punch him in the face.
But if I met him IRL I'll hide in terror behind the sofa and just tremble and refuse to come out, because fucking hell he's scary. Stewards in general are, but he's a very experienced, old Steward and they are clever and sharp people and I'd stand no chance if he opened his mouth.
But if I met him IRL I'll hide in terror behind the sofa and just tremble and refuse to come out, because fucking hell he's scary. Stewards in general are, but he's a very experienced, old Steward and they are clever and sharp people and I'd stand no chance if he opened his mouth.
I like people like that. I remember one of the ladies at the prosecutor's office where I worked. She complained that the ugly plastic binders her files were in were annoying and before I knew it I was using my break time to move all the papers over to proper Jofa binders in her favourite colour instead, indexing and sorting them as I went. Then I somehow wound up carrying her stuff over to the courthouse too. Not sure how that happened. That stuff was heavy!
Then, when it's time for the proceedings to start everyone else reaches for their ugly floppy plastic binders and start to flip desperately back and forth to find the right place. She reaches down, picks up one of her binder, opens it up and sees the index. She raises one eyebrow in surprise, turns to the correct page, then turns her head to look at me, nods her head ever so slightly and smiles kindly.
I was walking on clouds the rest of the day.
Then, when it's time for the proceedings to start everyone else reaches for their ugly floppy plastic binders and start to flip desperately back and forth to find the right place. She reaches down, picks up one of her binder, opens it up and sees the index. She raises one eyebrow in surprise, turns to the correct page, then turns her head to look at me, nods her head ever so slightly and smiles kindly.
I was walking on clouds the rest of the day.
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