“What are you?”
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Just a quick sketch before I work on bigger works
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I'm gonna start replacing random characters I see in the background with Gavin... Just because. (If I'm modding I always play as young Kamski, its a legal obligation)
Bonus:
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I tried to imagine what he would do after android revolution. I doubt he would stay in the city. And also, a funny ending phrase cuz surely, that's what he thinks of himself :DDD
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Gavin: You’re really campaigning for asshole of the year, aren’t you?
Sixty: As the defending champion, are you nervous?
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It's not a joke anymore
I'm still laughing so hard thinking about it, but this is legitimately realistic ship that have some solid ground to actually exist. Actually much more than reed900
Those are really unlikable characters tho
So putting Gavin with Perkins would be just really insufferable people multiplied
But regarding perkins900 I shit you not, but I actually start to like it
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chapter 10 - hear me - we will all return to the garden on a03
Crying sirens.
Nines drove: one of the benefits of an android partner was reliability and high precision in emergencies, and in any case Reed was still days away from being allowed behind the wheel.
They’d left in a storm of coats and yelled orders, radio static breaking up reports from officers en route to and arriving at the scene.
One active shooter. Reed felt his heart thundering in his chest, the roar of his circulation in his ears. It was accompanied by an eerily calm blanket over most of his thoughts—his body on high alert, his mind sinking into the familiar, comforting detachment of preparing for action.
The goal in any active shooter situation was straight forward: set up a perimeter for containment, clear the area of civilians, passers-by, any hostages, and neutralise the shooter. Simple enough—or it should have been.
«Williams 4342, arriving on the scene. Dispatch, do you copy?»
«Dispatch, we copy. Go ahead, 4342.»
«Suspect is agitated. Resisting all communication. We’ve got possible hostages—warehouse workers unaccounted for. Securing the scene now.»
«Hold tight, 4342. Back-up is en route. Seven minutes out.»
«10-4, dispatch. This one’s gonna be a mess.»
Reed pushed air out of his lungs as he listened, trying to keep it measured and level. It came out in a rush.
Their bad luck to not only have their interrogation interrupted—by an active shooter, no less, as if those grew on fucking trees—but it was at a CyberLife warehouse, and it was a damn android.
“This isn’t some kind of fucked up coincidence, is it?”
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doodle of Cat Gavin, and I’ve been wanting to make dynamic fight scenes with Gavin but probably not a full fledged comic though 😅
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Gavin didn’t give a shit about personal space of fridges, coffee machines and some android detectives.
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gavin had been treatened by a dangerous gang and rk900 had been assigned to keep him safe, also in the privacy of his home. gavin fucking hates this machine following him everywhere but also he can't help but wish to be looked at. to be seen. like this.
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