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Ponies!

I've had this one for a while

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Iba a dibujar un par de actores más pero se me fueron la ganas así que acá les dejo mi top 2 actores para interpretar a los Manos dibujados como Manos: Diego Peretti y Boy Olmi

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The most important thing is Cash (part 3)

(Part 1) (Part 2)

His brother wasn't okay. He knew this from the moment he read that postcard.

But knowing and seeing it first hand were two different things.

Stanford looked like he was in a car crash. Stanley would know. The thing that worried him more than the dark bags under his eyes and the messy look was the bandages. They were difficult to focus on with his brother moving his hands around at every second, but they were the worst part. Completely covered in blood and dirt, clearly old.

He wondered superficially about that. Stanford was talking nonsense about being followed and not trusting people, it was frightening. His brother was always so put together, this version of him was so far from it that he had to process it first. He needed to help him. Maybe have him get a shower before anything else.

Cash squirmed in his jacket and his brother froze. His eyes immediately focusing on his stomach. The bump formed by the cat clear as day. Stanley suspected Stanford didn't notice just because of his ranting.

His hands grabbed the neck of his jacket and forced it open. Cash meowed sadly at the shaking. She looked confused and scared of his brother.

"Hey, careful, she didn't do anything to you" he said, taking Stanford's hands away from his cat.

"You have a cat" he muttered, more an affirmation than a question.

"Yeah, I wasn't going to leave her in the cold car"

Stanford nodded and stared at Cash in silence after that. He closed his jacket again.

The cat decided to place her head under his chin, like she often did at night, protecting him. Stanley didn't like the atmosphere that was forming. He cleared his throat, signaling Stanford to continue with whatever he was saying before Cash interrupted.

"Right, I need your help with something you won't believe"

Stanley chuckled a bit. He saw weird shit out in the streets. He could handle whatever Stanford wanted to show him.

"There's nothing about this I understand" he said looking at the machine in front of him.

His brother smiled a bit at his admissions. It looked wrong, tired and painful. He started to explain, but Stanley couldn't pay attention to a single word he said. Just hearing something about dimensions.

Stanford didn't look right. He was shaking slightly and his words slurred together. His body moved slowly and strangely, like every movement took all his concentration. Stanley was getting more and more worried.

And then Stanford collapsed. His knees buckling while he approached Stanley. His face contorting on an expression of pure confusion as he fell down. Stanley almost didn't have time to get there in time to catch him before he hit his head on the ground.

"Ford? Ford are okay?" He shook him slightly trying to wake him up. "Ford, please"

His brother didn't look like he was about to get up at any time soon. He suspected it was because of sleep deprivation. Stanford looked dead on his feet. So he decided to get him to bed.

But just as he was getting Stanford in his arms Cash hissed. Stanley looked down at his chest in confusion. Her fur was raised in fear and she kept hissing in warning at his brother. He tried to calm her down. She just flattened her ears more. Something was wrong.

He looked at Stanford. Stanford was looking back at him with yellow slitted eyes.

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i want to talk about my ocs but im literally this image. i got nothing

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Your hatred of porn is opening the door for fascism btw.

You don't need to watch it or consume it but you have to be okay with it existing.

Your disgust with pornagraphic material is the right's gateway into your soul, don't let them in, you give them an inch they'll take a mile and include you and your wholesome queer content in their destruction.

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Vengan a comer!

Muñequita hecha a mano por mi 💖

With English Subtitles

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Hi! Commissions open!!!

I will also make doodles for anything below 15 USD

And check my zines and more! They are free but you can pay if you want to help me!

My Ko-Fi and Itch page where you can find my zines!

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/65904697

Bueno se ve medio raro pero prometo que acá está mi nuevo fic sobre mi OC Vaden y su muchachada (por ahora solo consiste de su amigo Larin pero paciencia ok?)

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More Cash doodles

Just enjoying thinking about the cat being around, Stan with a pet is so fun

He would make merch of her, I just know it

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Cash Pines, Stanley's kitty

Irreplaceable little shit

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Design inspired by @whenyoucantwritesoyoudrawinstead

First post and Beginning of the fanfic

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Twin mermaids

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The most important thing is Cash (part 2)

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It was a hard day when she came back with a chunk of her ear missing. The blood staining half her head. She got in the car looking like she was ashamed of being seen like that. Stan knew it was just being defensive because it hurt.

He fixed her the best he could. She licked his hands afterwards, almost like she was thanking him. He felt stupid for not knowing where she went. His heart felt heavy the whole time it took for the wound to heal.

In the long nights that followed he would whisper reassurances while squishing her against his chest. He didn't even know if she understood anything he was saying. He said them anyways. She purred, that was answer enough.

Stan felt bad every time she suffered. That's why he stopped smoking in the car. The times he passed days trapped in there, driving, were the hardest, but they were worth it. He didn't want her sick for something she didn't even do. He could deal with some headaches.

Cash also helped him on many occasions. She would sit with him during one of his panic attacks, or after nightmares. He stopped planning on how to die in his head every time he remembered her. She would purr so loudly every time he cried.

She was great for the door to door selling sometimes. He would say the products were approved by her and people would laugh and buy. Specially vacuums. Sometimes people would be allergic or have pets that didn't like her. Those were not proper customers anyways.

And he knew she loved him. She let him touch her paws. She slept in his arms. She pressed her tiny face against his chest every time they went out. She really made him feel worthy of more. He didn't mind that all his clothes had cat hair on them. He knew it was because she was there with him.

The ear healed completely in more time than he would have liked. She looked uncomfortable at first. Then she got used to it. He knew about getting used to scars. It was so easy sometimes. He tried to keep her from getting more nonetheless.

Maybe he was spoiling her. He wouldn't know. She deserves it. She deserved every pet, every treat, every warm day. She made herself impossible to remove. Not like he would have tried.

After a couple of years Stan started to think about her age.

She was a kitten when he got her, but she wasn't anymore. He didn't know what he was supposed to do if she got old. When she got old.

He could feed her, but health wasn't just food. She needed a good place to pass her last days. He didn't have that. Hopefully it would take a lot of time for her to get to that point. And he would have everything figured out by then. He could only hope so.

He really loved Cash. He wanted the best for her.

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The most important thing is Cash (Part 1)

He finds her one morning when he gets into his car. Later, when recounting the story he would say she wanted to steal his car. She was the only successful one, after all.

He suspects he left the window open during the night and she somehow climbed up and got inside. He didn't even notice her until they were out of town, the noises of the outside no longer drowning everything else.

Her small meowing got his attention after the second one. She was under the passenger seat, curled into a tiny ball. Her ears flat against her head. She looked scared. Stan knew what that felt like.

He stopped the car and lowered himself to see her more clearly. The poor thing calmed a bit when the movement stopped. She probably didn't even know that a place could start doing that. She was so small, just a kitten.

A calico with a short tail. She was thin and messy. Probably just getting used to being alone. His car the best place she could find to pass the night.

Stan had only a couple of chips at that moment. He felt a bit bad for not having anything better to offer. She ate them from his hands regardless. He suspected she was starving. Probably why she started to trust him so fast.

He was a source of food for a while after that. He was on the run and only stopped when strictly necessary. The cat always returned to the car after a while on the outside. And he received her with at least one treat he shoplifted from the gas station.

It made him feel accomplished in a strange way.

She even started to get in his lap while he drove. His heart almost stopping the first time it happened.

She walked over the gap between the seats and climbed resolutely on his legs. Her little paws pressing softly on his thighs as she found the best position to lie down in. He was tempted to stop the car and just watch her adjust and get comfortable. He didn't, but he thought about it. And he still did every time it happened. He felt a bit proud at gaining her trust like that.

He doesn't exactly remember when he gave her a name. She just started responding to a word and so it was decided. He would call, she would answer.

Stan sometimes thinks he was very lucky for getting a cat as sweet as her. She let him pet her all the time. She didn't play rough. She came when called. She even learned to take stuff that was actually good and bring it back to him. He was so lucky.

He felt that more than ever when they passed some cold nights in the backseat. Her little body curled against his chest while he kept his nose buried in the fur of her head. She was warm, and she purred so loudly. It made him feel less lonely, less lost.

Somehow they also got in the habit of her being inside his jacket. Probably another consequence of trying to keep her warm during hard winters. She would peak her face under his chin. Sometimes she would hiss at strangers that got too close in the night. He found it endearing.

He didn't even think too much about it, but he got used to it. When he went out walking with his jacket on it was almost sure she would be there. His arms cradling her form against his stomach. He felt better knowing she was safe, with him.

Her presence also meant he was more aware of his surroundings. She could hear better than him. If someone was around the car she would be alert. Stan knew when people were acting suspicious because of her. She probably saved his life more times than he can count. He felt touched by her protectiveness.

And maybe he took better care of himself because of her. He needed to be healthy so she wouldn't go without. He had to get food, for both of them. He slept better with her around. He kept away from danger to get back to her in one piece. He even drove more responsibly for her sake. And in return, she was there, bringing him some light.

It was a funny thing that she started to respond to Cash. Cash really was everything to him.

[Part 2]

Based on my own post because I made myself feel so soft about Stan having a cat

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Random disjointed thoughts of Stanley getting a cat in those ten years he was homeless

Him going to Ford's house and the cat being inside his jacket

Him on a cold night, hugging the cat, petting it's soft fur and feeling it's warm through his thin shirt and trying to keep his nose warm burying it on it's head

Him not spending as much on alcohol or other substances because he has a cat to take care of

Him maybe trying not to get in dangerous situations so he can go back to his cat safely

Him getting sick and the cat laying on him purring loudly while he recovers

The cat hissing at any stranger that gets too close to him and Stanley finding it quite touching

Just, Stanley randomly gets a cat, maybe it sneaked into his car one night and now it's his and he will take care of it

And he's in a better headspace when he goes to help Ford

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"what's the worst thing you can do as an artist" is not "shade with black" or "not use references" or whatever the worst thing you can do as an artist is hate yourself. and that includes the person you used to be

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OCS OTRA VEZ RAAAAAAHHHH. Primer dibujo 100% rendereado que hago en MESES lol

Esta vez quise dibujar a Vaden con su hermano mayor, Ados. Ados es un vendepatria que está del lado de los Ellos porque es de esos que creen que apoyando a los que oprimen van a recibir algún beneficio o ser exentos de su opresión. Él siempre fue la decepción de la familia por ser así, pero cuando quedaron sólo él y su hermano empezó a tratar a Vaden como si la decepción fuera él.

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me: i wanna talk about my ocs

someone: ok tell me about your ocs

me, suddenly convinced that every single thing about my ocs is stupid and cringy and probably offensive: i. have them