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Lovely.
@owlintheemptiness 's Oc, Audrey, a journalist enjoying her lunch break.
Sweet dreams, love.
@phoenix-the-mistfit-fire-bird
A spoonfull of love.
@phoenix-the-mistfit-fire-bird
Tis but a scratch.
@phoenix-the-mistfit-fire-bird
@phoenix-the-mistfit-fire-bird your doodle.
@phoenix-the-mistfit-fire-bird your doodle.
Quick gift for @phoenix-the-mistfit-fire-bird
Quick gift for @phoenix-the-mistfit-fire-bird
Now that's what I call Cristmas spirit.
(She'll be fine, there's ambulance offscreen)
A gift for @phoenix-the-mistfit-fire-bird
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.
Completely unrelated to the sketch but since Amelia is inspired by Sherlock and Sherlock is forever an asexual icon in my heart, I like to think of Amelia and Katie as ace4ace.
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Far from my best work, but here you go @phoenix-the-mistfit-fire-bird
This woman needs a break.
(Also I know she looks way older than 35, but she's an alcoholic, stressed out 24/7, don't know what a bed looks like and possibly smoking unhealthy amounts, what did you expect. )
Been tryin to figure out how to draw this damn fox, realised she needs bushy eyebrows.
Amelia belongs to @phoenix-the-mistfit-fire-bird
@phoenix-the-mistfit-fire-bird
Ms Holmes got style.
Little experiment with the design of Amelia owned by @phoenix-the-mistfit-fire-bird
Quick redraw for fun, OC and original art belongs to @phoenix-the-mistfit-fire-bird