#halina dabrowska

Humanized!Mordecai Heller & Halina Heller (née Dabrowska)

Happy Pride month everyone 🖤🤍💜

hi hello! nope, that's not my character, but she's very lovely isn't she?

The Goth Mother in this dress >>>

Yes, that one woman I've been simping over (guilty)

References!!!

I just knew this will fit perfectly on her <3

(dang this took me a while I almost forgot her name)

Gotta draw a pretty dangerous woman.

A short little story I wrote for @wpk12art featuring Halina and Mordecai. Had a lot of fun with this one, hope y'all enjoy it!

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The thudding, wet impacts echoed throughout the room. Red splattered everywhere with each hack. Halina’s arms and most of her apron was covered in red, dripping, gushing. It wasn't an unfamiliar sight to her, her yellow eyes fixated on the business at hand. It didn’t matter how soaking wet she was, she needed to get this done. The fur on her hands stuck to her, covered in red as well.

Halina’s ears perked up when she heard the door opening, her tail giving a flick, but she didn’t stop. She had a job to finish.

The footsteps out in the living room hesitated, the owner likely hearing the wet impacts with each hack and chop. When her face was splattered, Halina scoffed in annoyance, a red streak across her face. She swore in Polish under her breath, but she was too determined to finish, she left the red splatter for now…

“… What are you doing?” Halina’s ear perked up again as she slowly turned to face Mordecai. The tuxedo cat stared at her in silence, looking initially alarmed. This much red wasn't a foreign sight to the Marigold gunman, nor was it to Halina. His green eyes looked her up and down, taking in the sight of his lover partially soaking wet, the apron looking exactly like it had just left a murder scene.

In her right hand, Halina held a metallic meat tenderizer, the hammer-like tool’s dripping red onto the floor. Albeit unsightly and messy, Mordecai didn’t focus on that for now. He raised an eyebrow.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Halina asked, finally wiping her face with her sleeve, though all this did was smear more of the red into her gray fur.

“It looks like you’re dismembering someone…” Mordecai noted calmly. Indeed, both of them were rather desensitized to this sort of violence and gore by now. He stepped closer to her. Unlike Halina in her messy, red-stained state, Mordecai was dressed nicely, cleanly, neatly – as he usually was.

The lean trigger man watched his lover with some apprehension, before making his way on over, steering around her, as to not risk her getting red stains on him or his clothes.

“Ah… so that’s what you’re doing,” he said when he glanced down at her handiwork. It was a familiar sight to Mordecai. He’d seen it before, he knew it all too well, in fact. The last time he’d seen a big, red mess like this was…

Mordecai squinted at her, then frowned. “You didn’t get this from my place did you?”

“I did… is that a problem? You borrow my books…” the black-haired female noted, raising an eyebrow herself, fixing him with a puzzled expression. “Or am I doing it wrong? I just followed the instructions…”

“That recipe is no good, Halina,” Mordecai said as he glanced down at the messy attempt at cranberry sauce before him. It looked like a massacre. Red everywhere, fruit meat splattered in a way that so resembled gore like the very gore both of them had seen on the job.

Halina stared at him in disbelief for a moment, mouth slightly open. She sighed and frowned. “So are you saying I made this disgusting mess for nothing? Why do you still have it then? I found it tucked away in your books…”