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He sees no reason to move. And honestly? Same.

“Heckin Chonker” is not just a cat. He is a lifestyle. A lounging orange monarch of snacks and static, forever unbothered by the passing of time or the judgment of others.

This high-quality art print captures the gentle drama of a very fat cat watching TV. Painted in a classical oil style but packing full meme-tier energy, it’s ideal for your wall, your couch shrine, or as a tribute to your own sleepy loaf.

Now in the shop, unframed and unapologetic.

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Big thank you to all you guys following me. You didn't have to do that 😭

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This cat owns the cushion—and the room.

1909. A Paris winter. You’re cold, the cushion’s warm, and the cat has already claimed it. That look? It says “mine.”

Théophile Steinlen’s Winter: Cat on a Cushion is as cozy as it is commanding. Reprinted as a matte poster in several sizes, this French Art Nouveau gem adds a touch of smug softness to reading nooks, libraries, or feline-friendly homes.

It’s in my shop if your wall needs a little more attitude.

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Why fly solo when you can fly scandalous?

Two witches ride a broom through the night, nude and unapologetic. Below them, a well-dressed couple pedals on a tandem bike—earthbound, clueless, very late Victorian.

Jean Veber’s Witches (1900) is as cheeky as it is iconic. This matte poster reprint brings turn-of-the-century satire and surreal energy to life—ideal for your witchcore gallery wall, absurdist office corner, or Halloween-all-the-time living room.

Available in my shop if you're brave enough to hang it.

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Before the Blue Period, there were black cats.

She curls inward like a question, two black cats circling like punctuation marks. The room is quiet, but the brushstrokes are loud.

Painted in 1901 when Picasso was just 20, Nude with Cats is intimate, uncertain, and beautifully raw. This framed canvas recreation channels that same soft ache—perfect for the feline-obsessed, the nostalgic, or anyone in need of a shadowed muse on their wall.

It’s in my shop now—if it stares back at you, you’ll know

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Still life—or still bleeding?

In a butcher’s shop beneath a Paris apartment, a painter once stood transfixed. Meat, muscle, and memory—rendered not with revulsion, but pastel tenderness.

Gustave Caillebotte’s Calf’s Head and Ox Tongue (c. 1882) blends anatomical gore with impressionist softness. Now reimagined as a high-quality matte poster, it’s a strange and beautiful addition to gothic kitchens, moody studio walls, or anywhere you want your art to whisper back.

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Alien royalty. Gender? Yes.

A soft humming in the fog. The glow hits you first, then the shimmer of metallic robes. They tilt their head, and it’s not a threat. It’s an invitation.

Flatwoods Monster is all grace, no gravity. Drenched in mystery and high fashion. Cosmic nonbinary glam with a side of "beam me up, babe."

They’ll make space for you. Link in bio.

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Cold heart. Colder stare. You knew he was bad news—but wow.

He shows up in your dreams. Silent. Barefoot. Snow swirling around him like he's the eye of some haunted storm. You say you're not into it. You lie.

The Wendigo is winter’s most dangerous mood. Razor cheekbones, ancient hunger, and the energy of a cursed ex you’d still text. He’s not here for long… but neither are your good decisions.

Don’t say we didn’t warn you. Link’s in the bio.

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No face. No words. Just vibes. And 8-foot legs.

You feel watched. Not hunted—wanted. He’s behind you in every photo. You start leaving space for him on the couch.

Slenderman is the runway model of horror. Dressed like your nightmares, walks like your dreams. Doesn’t talk much, but he shows up.

He’s July. Or maybe always. Find him in the full set—link in bio.

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He’s half goat, all chaos, and 100% your type.

There’s smoke. Maybe fire. He lands in your driveway like he’s got beef with gravity. Laughs like trouble. Winks like sin.

Jersey Devil brings heat, horns, and a smirk you should ignore. Doesn’t believe in shirts. Does believe in mischief. Your friends say he’s a red flag. You say he’s “probably just misunderstood.”

Ride or die? Or both. He’s in the calendar—link in bio.

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Red eyes. Dark wings. Your doom never looked so good.

He doesn’t say anything. He just watches. Not creepy—comforting. Like he saw everything coming and still showed up anyway.

Mothman is your tall, dark omen of love. Sensitive. Intense. Glows when he’s into you. Flies off when it’s too real. Just like your last situationship, but with feathers.

Link in bio.

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He's got lumberjack energy and eyes like dusk in the pines.

You hear him before you see him—slow steps, soft breath, the forest holding still. And then, there he is. Not a myth. Just a man. A lot of man. Bigfoot keeps it wild and woodsy. Quiet type. Rugged type. The type who’ll build you a cabin with his bare hands and carry you inside like it’s nothing.

You can stare longer in the full poster set—link in bio.

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What if your calendar knew your type… and it was “horns, claws, and brooding silences”? You flip the page. A shadowy forest. A soft growl. Bigfoot, arms crossed, looking like he’s about to ask you to slow dance in the dark. You weren’t planning to fall for a cryptid this year—but here we are.

Cryptid Boyfriend: 12 Months of Monster Hunks is a digital calendar of flirty posters featuring your favorite paranormal creatures—Bigfoot, Mothman, Wendigo, and more—reimagined as dark, hunky icons. Each month comes as high-res art (11x17), with and without calendar grids, plus print-ready PDFs. Think pin-up art meets folklore thirst.

If you've ever sighed wistfully at the silhouette of the Jersey Devil… you can find them all in my Etsy shop.

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She walks like the mountains remember her name. Rooted. Unbothered. Powerful in ways that don’t ask for attention. This shirt is gravity in fabric form.

Golden ochre spires rise behind the dancing witch. Earth energy made wearable. For earth signs, grounded souls, and quiet strength.

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She doesn’t hide—she freezes time. Every crystal sings her name. Cold isn’t cruel—it’s clarity. This tee wraps stillness around your soul, and lets you command the quiet.

Witchcore in glacier blue. Elegant, chill, and sharp. For water signs, intuitive minds, and anyone who believes beauty lies in restraint.

If it calls to you, it waits in my Etsy shop. ✨