Ghetto Cat

Yo. Decided I'd follow you for laughs. Incidentally, where the heck'd you come out from? //OC Askblog. Not quite independent, but will RP with ANYONE- especially cats. Will invade your ask boxes. TRIGGER WARNING: This blog's character uses alcohol and drugs heavily. GC's a loose satire of appropriating stereotypes. He is a black cat who tries way too hard to be "fly" and responds to "Ghetto Cat."

[daghettocat]

Celeste tranqs the other demon cat in the neck with just, "Ya made me do dis, Mary."

[The high ass cat just floats slowly down, and he makes a half-choked and half-hissed out.] AWWWWWH NO

AHWHHH NO

[daghettocat]

DUDE WAIT WHAT FOOD ARE YOU GONNA SMOKE - MJ AIN'T FOOD DAWG

MMAYYEYEMAEOGJAE AY AY MAYBE YOU JUST AIN’T EVER DONE IT RIGHT OKAY DONT’ YOU CALL ME A DOG YOU WANNA GO BROH

IMMA

IMMMA CLAW YOUR EYES OUT SOON AS I GET PAST THOSE SHIELDS YOU WEARN

[daghettocat]

EY YO HOME SLICE WHAT ARE THE PLANS FOR THIS FINE 4-20

AUUUUUHHH HEY HEEEYY YO YO

*FLOATS UPSIDE-DOWN BECAUSE GRAVITY IS FOR THE GROUNDED OKAY OKAY *

IMMA GET ME SOMEEE FOOD

YEH

AN ASSLOA I SAY A GODDINGO ASSLOAD OF FOOD AND THEN IMMA SMOKE IT

[jillysmallz]

☝🏼️💚💨

[xmrtx9]

Me gusta marijuana, me gustas tu.

Manu Chao. (04/20 marijuana day)

[alexisneierscalling]

me today

[mashable]

These glass pieces are beautiful enough to serve as house decor!

[dragonchrist]

[daghettocat]

CEL

CEL

AY YO CEL

CELESTE

CELESTE

[daghettocat]

YO YYOOOO WT FERRUCK

IT 4/20 UP IN THIS BITCH ASSI GOTTA FIND MY GURL WHERE SHE AT WHERE THE FUCK

[daghettocat]

OH AMON BRO DAS HEAVY

I was litrally named Ghetto Cat cuz I’m from dis one ghetto i got real attached to about a decade back

Ya dig video gamez, Chill Chirin? Wanna summon me awn up sometime an’ have a few laughs?

[getitogetherstevecarlsberg]

I DON’T KNOW WHAT A VIDEO GAME IS, ALL I KNOW IS I GOTTA CLIMB UP THIS BIGASS MOUNTAIN IN ORDER TO GET TO THIS GUY WHO CALS HIMSELF A “WOLF KING” OR SOMETHING. BUT AFTER I KILL HIM AND AVENGE MY MOTHER’S DEATH, SURE THING!

[daghettocat]

PHAHAHAHA OH WOW BRO- YOU DO DA TING AND ICE DAT CANINE MOTHAFUKKA 

I'LL BE AROUN'

JUS' SPRINKLE SUM BLOOD ON A CIRCLE AN I'LL POP UP SOMEWHERE

IT'LL BE TIGHT YO

DON'T OVERWORK YO'SELF BRO 

YU GOT DIS

[daghettocat]

AW SHIT BRO MY BAD 

CHIRIN’S A SWEET-ASS NAME FOR A CHILL-ASS DUDE

I am da Ghetto Cat and it is NICE to MEETCHU

IIIIIIiiiiiIIIII guess I never really got a name outside of dat :(

[getitogetherstevecarlsberg]

WOAH, OKAY. THANKS, BUT MY NAME’S LITERALLY JUST THE NOISE THIS BELL MAKES. I WAS NAMED AFTER MY ADHD-TRACKER. MY MOMMA MUSTA JUST GOT ALL FED UP ONE DAY AND DECIDED NAMING THEIR KID “DING-DING” WAS COOL OR SOMETHING.

[daghettocat]

OH AMON BRO DAS HEAVY

I was litrally named Ghetto Cat cuz I'm from dis one ghetto i got real attached to about a decade back

Ya dig video gamez, Chill Chirin? Wanna summon me awn up sometime an' have a few laughs?

[getitogetherstevecarlsberg]

YO LAMBCHOP HOWZ IT HANGIN'? I AIN'T SEEN YOU AROUND HERE BEFO' - YOU HITTIN UP A BRUDDA ON THA FLIPSIDE WITH THAT MAD RAD ADDITUDE? Yo fo real tho whatcho' name? Unless you dig lambchop i mean das cool too

AHHHWWWWW HEEEEELLL NAAAHHHHHHHI’M A RAM. A BIGASS RAM. someday.

MY NAME’S CHIRIN. WHO’RE YOU?

[daghettocat]

AW SHIT BRO MY BAD 

CHIRIN'S A SWEET-ASS NAME FOR A CHILL-ASS DUDE

I am da Ghetto Cat and it is NICE to MEETCHU

IIIIIIiiiiiIIIII guess I never really got a name outside of dat :(

[straydemonologist]

The office, abandoned by its living inhabitants, has taken to pretty much collapse on itself. It was unavoidable, with all the old wood and rotting infrastructure. Nothing fell towards the pair of slumbering cats, of course, but not much stayed standing. The exceptions to this were a gleaming refrigerator that was strangely and completely untouched by the disaster, a larder with a half-open door, and a single desk drawer, all sitting exposed and completely unharmed as the flames beat almost calmly against the sky.

There was no sign of the infant in the abode’s destroyed parlour, no cries from deeper in. The only response Adrian gave was the continuation of his synchronised respiration, prompted by Shax’s pumping hands. If anything, his lips seemed to part a little, blooming red life.

The ambulance’s siren came soon, quick to approach despite the paramedics’ confusion that anyone lived here in the first place. Within a minute more, they were drawn to a stop in front of the burning office, hopping out of the vehicle. There they circled around Shax, cautiously, reasoning that this was the one who rang in and gave those ominous growls- best not bring his ire. "We can, ah, take him from here," one offered quickly but timidly in the face of the Marquis’ presence. "What’s his blood type?" asked the other. “How old is he? Did he list a hospital of preference?” He waves for a third to bring over a carrier from the ambulance.

[grinningchaos]

Squinting at the flames and the smoke they were spitting to the sky and focusing on Daelin’s safety, Jeff tore into what was left of the building, tossing still-smoking shards of wood aside and casting embers into the sky.  Much as he dug and coughed and yelled until his throat was sore, however, no cries reached him.  Ducking down into the basement showed that, though it was trashed to Hell, there was no baby in there, either, and he emerged defeated.

It was only as an afterthought that he checked the weirdly clean refrigerator, glanced with concern at the single desk drawer, and cast his eyes toward the larder.

“Daelin?  Buddy, you in here…?" he asked desperately, though he had yet to find a body and that told him the child was somehow elsewhere… or buried deeper than he’d looked.  A scour of the floor proved fruitless, but a floating wisp of shadow caught the killer’s attention and brought it upward.

“Ohhhhhh, shit.  You’re in bad shape, aren’tcha…”

That incubus guy was just floating against the ceiling, but he wasn’t moving, so…  Maybe somebody else would know what to do.

He stepped over the debris and around the flames as casually as he could, approaching the paramedics while rubbing a line of soot across his face and pulling his somewhat singed hood up.  Some of them looked old enough to recognize him.

“Last name Daray.  AB negative.  24 years old.  Functioning," he answered the questions shortly, hands in his pockets.  

Probably a good thing that he didn’t have any fresh bloodstains on his sleeves.

[hardworkingliar]

Despite his usually composed demeanor, he found himself snarling at the paramedics that he didn’t have time for such questions, - confirming that he was the same person on the phone - that he couldn’t lose his dear boy again. Maybe he let his feelings get the better of him, maybe he reacted a bit too harshly, but the adrenaline pumping through his veins definitely didn’t help in the slightest. When he heard the killer’s voice once again, however, he moved and stood up to let the paramedics do their jobs as their questions were answered. The demon glanced over at the scarred man, worry plastered over his features.

"He will… He will be okay… They know what to do…" The Marquis muttered, mainly to assure himself that Adrian would be okay, and allowed himself a pitiful whine as the only indicator to what he was feeling. Slowly, he eased his hands up into his unnaturally blue hair, tugging at the strands. It was his only consolation. If he had his cloak he would have flipped the hood up and wrapped himself in a fabric cocoon as he usually would in any stressful situation that he couldn’t just talk himself out of.

However, talking was one of his strong points, so he just turned to the killer once more, letting a hand drop from his hair to force a reassuring smile, “You are…” He took a deep breath, “You are Jeff, right? If I am not mistaken, that is.”

[daghettocat]

*rolls out of the cracked-open fridge and stretches on the searing rubble* YO WHADDAFUCK MAN

WHAT- OH GAWD I HEAR DA AMBERLAMPS 

*twists* *is apparently not injured at all or finding any discomfort inside the burning building*

DA AMPERLAMBS DONE COME TO TAKE ME AWAY AGAIN

WHERE

WHERE THE YELLOW AN' BLACK HOMESKILLETS WIT' DA DAWGS?!

da DAWWWGZ...

[awfulheart]

Wait, so you poo rainbows?  Or is that the special K talking?

Do you even have opposable thumbs?  How do you drive anything?  

That’s probably why the police are after you.

[daghettocat]

ECKSFUKKINSCUSE ME

I DON NEED YO SPECIST STAREA-STEREOTICAL- YOU know i drive dA PUSSYCATS WILD CUZ MY G GAME BE RIDIKULOUS

i honesly jus figure da po-po be chasin me fo my fur color ya feel me YA FEEL MY SILKY ASS SHEET OF PORTABLE SHAG

Nah man you might be right about dat 

imma glue some carrots to ma paws and be all set then

perf disguise

NO MO NIGHTS IN DA BIG HOUSE FOR GC

L-m-n-o-q-r-say what waz yo name again? You a smart one be all up on this business of the state persecutin my rainbow ass I CAN EXCRETE ALL DA COLOR I WANT OKAYYyyy...

les... start a classed action lawn suit

[daghettocat]

OOOOH SHIT BRO YOU SERIOUS?!?? FUCKIN A MAH NIZZLE HIT ME UP

YO MAN you cool wit me brah- you HELP A BRUDDA OUT 

*immediately sits and makes bes gottdamn kitten eyes possible for the toy* Mew~

[hardworkingliar]

"I do not have it with me at the moment. However, I will bring it with me when I next visit. I need to get rid of it. It attracts cats like flies and, generally, cats do not like me. Alternatively, I could dart home now and have it in your paws within a few minutes."

[daghettocat]

AW NO BRO AWWW NO

IS COOL

I GONN GET IT LATER IN LIFE, RIGHT

I hit you up sometime on the south side of town if you can cATCH THE BEAT I'M DROPPIN' LIKE MY SIBLIN'S OUT DA TWELFF STORY WINDOW

I JUSSSTIZZIT TOO LATE TO INTRODUCE MYSELF BECAUSE I AM DA GHETTO CAT

LIKE FO REAL DOE DIS MY TURF

*starts to knead the ground*

DIS MY MOTHAFUKKIN TURF

YOU COOL HERE DOE CUZ YOU MY PUSHERMAN NOW AIGHT

[daghettocat]

AWWW SHIT SON

GOT MAH MOTHAFUKKIN LICENSE UP IN DIS BITCH

GONN GET ME A VEHICLE AND PROCEED TO THE SPEED, YO