Do you like Pokemon? Do you like Garfield?
What happens when you put them together?
This is what happens! https://garfemon.tumblr.com/
Post your favorites here, and be sure to include their Garfedex, which is usually the funniest part about these! I'll start with 6 of them myself.
202 - GARFBUFFET - In order to conceal its BUTT CARTOONIST, it lives in MUNCIE, INDIANA where most everyone has BUTT PEOPLE.
Dude, Jon's expression as Garbuffet's tail is priceless!
217 - URSAFIELD - Each day it wakes up and finds a new FAMILY CIRCUS comic on its belly. Many of the comics are HIT OR MISS, but it enjoys THEIR FAMILIARITY and SIMPLE FORMAT.
I think this is my favorite Garfemon, I can always get behind potshots against Family Circus.
267 - GARFIFLY - It has beautiful JON WINGS, or JOINGS for short. Maybe JONGS would be better, or WINGBUCKLES, but honestly there are no “RIGHT” answers when it comes to Garfemon. Maybe JONWINGS, though.
Jesus fucking christ those wing arms
149 - GARFONITE - It is said that this Garfemon lives somewhere in a PUDDLE IN INDIANA and that it SUCKS. However, it is only a rumor.
LMFAO that face! Also, whoever does Garfemon doesn't seem to like Indiana.
199 - SLARFKINGFIELD - There’s nothing wrong with this Garfemon. It has a HUMAN MAN that it has IRREPARABLY FUSED with and it can’t FEEL PAIN anymore and it has lost the ability to UNDERSTAND TIME, but again, and you have to trust me here, IT’S DOING GREAT.
Wow, talk about body horror in both description and looks!
250 - GARF-OH - It stares at itself in the mirror. “What am I?” it thinks. “Am I a bird? Am I a cat? Am I a…” In the reflection, behind it, Garf-Oh sees its phone light up. A notification, the first in almost seven hours. For a moment, it imagines all the possibilities this alert could hold. Perhaps an email from a friend, or a party evite. Something, that could give it purpose, or at least enough enough of a dopamine hit to make it to the next notification. It grabs the phone, taps home. There on the screen sits a small but meaningful disappointment. There are no friends, or parties, or purpose. Just a push notification from CNN: “Who will be the next Bachelorette? The front runners revealed.” Garf-Oh shuts off the screen. It’s happy for the Bachelorette, whoever she ends up being. It catches itself in the mirror again, hunched over the phone gripped tightly between both wings. “Am I a MONSTER?”
Holy shit this Garfedex is a novel! Poor Garf-Oh...
What happens when you put them together?
This is what happens! https://garfemon.tumblr.com/
Post your favorites here, and be sure to include their Garfedex, which is usually the funniest part about these! I'll start with 6 of them myself.

202 - GARFBUFFET - In order to conceal its BUTT CARTOONIST, it lives in MUNCIE, INDIANA where most everyone has BUTT PEOPLE.
Dude, Jon's expression as Garbuffet's tail is priceless!

217 - URSAFIELD - Each day it wakes up and finds a new FAMILY CIRCUS comic on its belly. Many of the comics are HIT OR MISS, but it enjoys THEIR FAMILIARITY and SIMPLE FORMAT.
I think this is my favorite Garfemon, I can always get behind potshots against Family Circus.

267 - GARFIFLY - It has beautiful JON WINGS, or JOINGS for short. Maybe JONGS would be better, or WINGBUCKLES, but honestly there are no “RIGHT” answers when it comes to Garfemon. Maybe JONWINGS, though.
Jesus fucking christ those wing arms

149 - GARFONITE - It is said that this Garfemon lives somewhere in a PUDDLE IN INDIANA and that it SUCKS. However, it is only a rumor.
LMFAO that face! Also, whoever does Garfemon doesn't seem to like Indiana.

199 - SLARFKINGFIELD - There’s nothing wrong with this Garfemon. It has a HUMAN MAN that it has IRREPARABLY FUSED with and it can’t FEEL PAIN anymore and it has lost the ability to UNDERSTAND TIME, but again, and you have to trust me here, IT’S DOING GREAT.
Wow, talk about body horror in both description and looks!

250 - GARF-OH - It stares at itself in the mirror. “What am I?” it thinks. “Am I a bird? Am I a cat? Am I a…” In the reflection, behind it, Garf-Oh sees its phone light up. A notification, the first in almost seven hours. For a moment, it imagines all the possibilities this alert could hold. Perhaps an email from a friend, or a party evite. Something, that could give it purpose, or at least enough enough of a dopamine hit to make it to the next notification. It grabs the phone, taps home. There on the screen sits a small but meaningful disappointment. There are no friends, or parties, or purpose. Just a push notification from CNN: “Who will be the next Bachelorette? The front runners revealed.” Garf-Oh shuts off the screen. It’s happy for the Bachelorette, whoever she ends up being. It catches itself in the mirror again, hunched over the phone gripped tightly between both wings. “Am I a MONSTER?”
Holy shit this Garfedex is a novel! Poor Garf-Oh...