In Addition, A Bunch Of Sketches In Varying Degrees Of Freshness With The Madoka OCs. Unfortunately,

Trying to get back into writing, so here's a short story about how a new acquaintance forced the young dragon to look at familiar things from a different angle. Have fun reading!

The day I met the wyvern - OwlInTheEmptiness - Original Work [Archive of Our Own]

Are you kidding me, this might be one of the best thing I've ever watched!! The style is so yummy, it's unmatched, I can FEEL the years of life and passion behind it, the personality! The way characters change a little to a simplier drawings and turn into shapes when they're moving is so cool, makes everything pop. Do I even need to say something about colours and overall use of shapes? It's gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. The rythm, the low frame rate, it all flows together so perfectly. Love all the little details too, the photos in J's den, the heart on the back of his jacket, the slight twitching of frames like on old film, patchy dot texture on everything, Batman's paw pads. This is so good it's unbelievable.

something special for you all 🃏

Happy Pride!

Candace has collectible ducky Momo's earrings.

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Creature.

I don't know which version is better and I don't have patience to work on this any further.

Lady in red

My trade part for @phoenix-the-mistfit-fire-bird, hurt/comfort oneshot featuring her OC Amelia and someone's else OC Katie and her child.

TW: tiny bit of gore, shooting, alcohol mention.

Also WLW ship and author's first language is not English.

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Lady in red

At the morning Amelia is sitting in the kitchen and drinking her coffee. It’s black and bitter, so she adds balsam. Not too much, just a couple of drops. Maybe a little more but not more than usual. She sips her drink, quiet and calm. A few precious moments of peace she’ll miss all day. Air smells bitter, just like her coffee, and also a bit rotten. It’s fall.

The skyline is painted red, yellow and purple, sunlight casts golden flares on the windows. It makes her eyes hurt a little. Not more than usual.

The fox leaves her house, slowly slipping in her officer Holmes persona, cold and relentless like nature around her. Officer Holmes doesn’t stop, doesn’t hesitate, she’s watching, listening, investigating and then she acts, quick and clean. She’s not afraid to get herself in danger. She’s not afraid of blood.

But Amelia is.

Amelia fears, shivers and breaks every time she sees blood, her ears crack and ache with every shot, her paws feel so so heavy when they raise up a gun. She doesn’t even realize at first that one of the bullets hit her. But when shootout is over, officer Holmes bursts and underneath this shell appears hot, pulsating, wet flesh of Amelia. It’s her who bleeds all over her already red fur, not the hero of the day. Shot didn’t get to her bones, but muscles burn with pain, and blood just keeps pumping making her shirt red too. “Talk about one splash of colour” the fox thinks tiredly.

When tight stitches cover the wound, she exhales. It’s almost like at the morning, but instead of soft rustle of leaves there’s sharp buzzing of the lamp. It makes her skull itch. Soon some of her colleges come in, they ask how she doing, wish her to heal fast. They congratulate officer Holmes, she did great they say. Officer Holmes is grateful and proud. Amelia feels lonely. Maybe a little more than usual.

A few hours pass when suddenly she hears a knock at the door. It crack the silence and cracks her loneliness. It’s Katie.

- It’s me, - she says.

- It’s you, - Amelia smiles weakly.

Katie apologizes for making her wait for so long, gives her homemade Toad in the hole, inspects her wound. Bobcat’s paws are warm and her touch is gentle. It rebuilds Amelia piece by piece, quiet and calm. They drink coffee together, and there’s no balsam in the hospital, only cheap and plastic cream. But Katie is smiling back at her and jokes and laughs and the tips of her ears shake a little, so it tastes better than what Amelia had at the morning. The visitor gives fox a painting, clumsy scribble from her kid. It shows an animal, splash of red colour, crooked but happy. Little Amelia replica eats the biggest cupcake ever made. Katie says, they really had some at home but David got so scared and worried for auntie Mia, he ate it all. It’s okay. None of them are mad.

And then it’s unexpectedly so late already. Amelia wants to stay up, but she knows it’ll slow her healing and Katie will bite off her ears for this. She also knows David needs his mom. They share goodbye and then last it a bit longer.

- Pass David from me, - the fox asks, ruffling other’s fur.

- And you take it from me, - Katie grins coyly before giving her quick peck on the cheek.

The light still buzz even louder in now asleep and quiet hospital but it doesn’t bother Amelia anymore. Tossing in bed, fox can feel herself turning red.