MICA SKY artworks

“I love you, Dean“

(Spoilers, feelings and doubts inside)

Looks like certain detective it’s getting some fluffy hair done! *^*

The ‘chapter III: Loved’ of ‘Haunted Project’ it’s not forgotten! Enjoy some process samples :)

Chapter I: Trusted -HERE-

Chapter II: Conflicted -HERE-

He has taken to using the number Gavin gave him. Secretly he was quite fond of it, even if it was only a nickname. Connor suggested him to pick one himself long ago, but it just felt meaningless.

It’s been months of them working together and Nine was quite surprised on how good it was all going. He wasn’t the only one. It felt like the whole Detroit Police Department expected them to get at each other’s throats since day one and some “accident” would’ve happened. It wasn’t the case, though. Well, mostly.

Nine noticed how Gavin came back to the investigation field full of energy and decision, but also witnessed how he puffed out when they needed to actually deal with people and interrogation rooms. Nine wasn’t pushy, sensing the hard barrier the detective felt under those situations. He wasn’t too bossy, or acted as a leader. It was impossible to say if Gavin noticed how he always tried to discuss every step they took and give him the opportunity to decide as well. By the looks he caught the man giving him sometimes, he suspected Gavin knew but preferred not to comment on it.

Nine knew Gavin hated it, but he couldn’t help but feel pity for him. The man was a competent and passionate worker, the “no bullshit allowed” type. He still hasn’t dared to ask how he was left deaf because the human was painfully sensitive about the topic, though. The day came with the perfect opportunity a couple of weeks later. They were on night shift for a case of drug dealing that seemed to have run cold. It was evident nobody was going to show up at the industrial unit they were watching and the man was terribly bored. Nine felt him nudge his feet and looked at him.

—How does your voice sound like?

—Why do you want to know?

—I am curious.

Nine raised an eyebrow when Gavin pulled out a cigarette box from his jacked and lighted one, but didn’t comment on it.

—I’ve been told that I sound similar to Connor, but more uptight.

—Surprising —mocked Gavin with a shit-eating grin.

—Yes, who could’ve guessed a copied model would be almost identical to his predecessor.

Nine heard for the first time a gravy, deep sound come from Gavin’s chest. It took him a second to understand he laughed.

—Can you be more specific?

—No. How do you think I sound, Gavin?

The man was taken by surprise, but didn’t waste the chance.

—Formal. Cold. Smartass.

Nine chucked.

—Well, I am —he looked at him intensely—. But I am not cold-hearted.

That did the trick.

—What…?

—You know, Gavin. It’s been brought to my attention that Cyberlife is implementing technology to help disabled people. There is a hearing technology for deafs I thought that may-

—I’m not interested.

The change on attitude was radical and It happened so fast It caught Nine off guard.

—But I think it could improve…

—I don’t want anything to do with Ejiah Kamsky, got it?

There was a tense silence. Gavin sighted, raising his hands.

—I appreciate your effort but I pass. It’s just something personal. Now let’s go, nobody is gonna show up in the end.

Nine nodded and watched him leave. It took him only 40 seconds to look for feedback and set the pieces together. He never brought the topic back again.

CHECK PART 1 -HERE-

CHECK PART 2 -HERE-

I’m super busy lately with work but i was finally allowed to show off this double page mini-comic for the @afterkirkwall fanzine. Hope u fellas like it!

Messy sketch of Uther D’Ulvenwald, a chaotic evil dhampir that it’s supposed to be a paladin but looks more like a rogue right now. Gotta fix that!

Here are the three winners of the 2000+ Art Giveaway!

THIRD PRIZE: ussenterprisescience

SECOND PRIZE: sheepishwolfy

FIRST PRIZE:  tristinai

Decided to challenge myself to try out some Into the Spiderverse illustration style. Let’s see how it comes out! =)

Days passed one by one.

Wednesday came, and Gavin had made up his mind. He would swallow his pride for once and ask the damn thing to be his partner. He just was too stubborn to admit it. Also, the fucker was never alone. RK900 was polite and competent, of course people would be dragged towards him. Specially when you have your super easy-going brother easing your way in.

“As if he needed that.” Thought Gavin, snorting.

He groaned, passing his hands through his hair with exasperation. Damn, he really wanted to be back. He was too good to be doing paperwork for the rest of his life. He didn’t need anyone telling him how his talent was wasted there. He missed his job. It was 20:00 and most people were finishing their works and getting ready to leave. Gavin was literally flinching on his seat, watching RK900 from the other side of the department. He was turning off his terminal and getting up. Connor was talking to him animatedly from his desk next to Hank’s. They were too far away for Gavin to read their lips, but whatever the shorter android said, RK900 just gestured negatively with his head.

He left, and Gavin felt the impulse of getting up and go after him, but his pride kept him glued to the seat. He also noticed Hank watching him before gesturing to Connor for them to leave too. Gavin gritted his teeth feeling pathetic.