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[[ i spent all of yesterday working on the essay i had due last night! now ill just do my thread(s) and then write some drabbles ]]

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Thinking of Matt.

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[[ s10 slider looks so awkward but cute??? bruh this is my son bc of this i might hc his height at 5'7"??? or like 5'6"? around there ]]

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skiddmuses·:

A slightly quizzical look is upon her face. She doesn’t particularly believe that considering most of the people she’s known have only done things for their own benefit rather than for someone else. But Ava pushes that aside for right now. They seem…nice enough. 

The expression upon her face is rather snarky in regards to the question. Does the fact that her body is glowing and smoke was coming out of her not make the message clear. A hand promptly fills itself up with fire to make the answer as clear as day.

“Nah. It’s not like horned demons are associated with fire or anything. That’s just stupid.”

Slider rolled a 6 for his WIS stat, he may be smart but he’s not socially the best. He watched the flame in her hand dance around, glancing down at it with some awe and at the same time, internal fear. But, hey! He’s used to cloaking his feelings these days, so he held back on appearing afraid and whistled in amusement.

“Ohohoho, nice...” Time to think about not dying from bursting into flames, to be fair, the ‘horned demon’ part caused him to recoil a bit as well. Demons are real? What’s next, dragons? Those tacky, luxury-bred, false dragons didn’t count, either. “Niiiiiice! Demons aren’t really something I see everyday, hope you can forgive me and all.”

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“I hope so.” She gave one last glance to the man. It was no doubt petty but considering the life she’s lived it wasn’t a surprise that something so small could set her off. Red lips curved into a slight frown before turning her attention to the other.

“Thanks. People aren’t usually there to calm me down. Or well, talk sense into me at least.” Red eyes glanced down towards her outfit and more specifically the spill. “I hope so. This outfit is the only fire-proof one I have. You’d be surprised how hard it is to find more.” A nod is given to their question. Yeah, she’s good.

“No problem. I just don’t mind lending a hand or two.” Sometimes, Slider would unless if there was anything involving a certain redhead -- then, he’d have some problems. He wasn’t sure where to get anything fire-proof, although the people he knew were often walking fire hazards with their wires out and all. 

He shrugged, looking down at the stranger. “How hard could it be? Why’s it need to be fire-proofed, anyways? Are you made out of fire or somethin’?”

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Burning alien eyes turned towards the individual who spoke up. Though she may have appeared angry, it wasn’t directed to them. It was however directed to that man who thought it was a fine idea to spill something on her outfit and not bother apologizing for it. He probably didn’t even notice and that only infuriated her more.

But as Ava listened, her anger slowly subsided. What started off with bared sharp teeth being shown mellowed out into a simple glare.

“I hope he gets his day ruined.” Ava muttered as she snorted out a bit of smoke.

The brown-haired teenager lowered his hand, letting his arm fall back to his sides as he sighed softly. If a fight ever broke out, he’d already regret letting everything be; it’d even distract him from finishing his cookie. This girl obviously wasn’t someone to be messed with either, he’d definitely get bent coming close to her and my goodness, was that smoke?

He shyly smiled, leaning against a table as he fidgeted with his sweater collar. “Oh, uh. Yeah, karma’s comin’ for him eventually. Just don’t sweat it, you can probably wash it off. You good, though?”

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“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea, gurl.” Slider held his hand out, shaking it in the air. He didn’t know who this girl was, but he sure as hell knew this wasn’t his business. At the same time, she looked like she was burning out of anger, damn!

“Leave ‘im alone, trust me. I don’t know what happened, but it’s for the best.”

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         “I’ll be honest I’m this close to punching him in the face.”

              Someone better talk her out of it before it’s too late.

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Psychic Fire || Open Starter

The Radsters were Slider’s favorite gang among the people living in St. Raphael, not to mention, his father was one of them. He moved his nimble fingers across the keyboard, pressing them with agile, inhuman speeds as the keys clicked and clacked underneath it. The garage was open today, not for business, but for anyone who wanted some free service; for their hover-boards or cars, perhaps, a simple repair job. His short, brown hair was tied up in a low, small ponytail as he wore one of his father’s beanies.

Today was a mess, from what he heard, the Sentinels hired a black-hat who called himself the ‘Hacker’ and rumors were that he was actually a tiny, dumbass kid. Not that, he isn’t one either. Slider breathed in to sigh, skimming through the chatroom that one of his friends invited him into --- Nezzie wanted him in on this, but he wanted to find his father and having a group would help that. It didn’t help that one of the members disliked him, but hey, what can he do about that? 

Slider powered down his holographic laptop, zipping up his jumpsuit further with his eyes looking into the far distance. His regulars might not stop by for today, so, perhaps...

He kept the garage doors open, however Slider moved one of his arms up and opened one of the drawers with his card key. Inside was a self defense weapon he bought a few weeks ago, the Radsters wouldn’t have given it to him for free. 

As quick as he could, Slider began working; it’d be inconvenient for him to disappear as his father did. He’d rather not make that same mistake, instead of defending himself.

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Hi there! Do you want a lady who can transform into an eight-foot tall warrior named She-Ra? How about a little temperamental demon girl who just wants to be happy? Or how about an EVIL scientist out to take over the ENTIRE Tri-state area! And least but not last how about a skeletal lord out to be the GREATEST in the galaxy?

If so then SKIDDMUSES is just for you! A multi-muse blog featuring a variety of characters that I hope you all will enjoy!

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“Sometimes, I don’t just get people. I get an order to replace a weaponized prosthetic, then my client suddenly goes: Hey, you know what would be great? A puzzle!”

“You know what’d be great? If you’d shut your mouth.”

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not in my usual style, but a ref ig

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Slider Headcanons

So, like. There’s a shit ton of these underneath this read-more, I’m going to basically be as comprehensive as possible because my brain cells are dying off this morning. Here we go. 

This is all for the AU he’s in, by the way.

- He’s one of the smartest guys around, but his radness levels are below anyone else’s, even strangers he’d meet. Slider doesn’t typically boast about his intelligence, it’s literally impossible to and he’d rather not piss anyone off. It’s also pretty rude of him to brag about his smarts, so he uses the small amount of manners he has to remain humble.

- As a SL-1D model android, he’s as normal as any android could get; aside from his human-like appearance, Slider had gained some notoriety for learning how to assemble machinery and understand how blueprints worked. Aside from his skills in mechanics, Slider has access to some illegal black market fronts ran by hackers, outcasts, and other punks that helped him modify his body. Said modifications are mostly to aid in discovering his father after his disappearance, however he has a few other things tacked onto him such as an incredibly built voice bank and a temperature system. 

One of the things that isn’t a modification, is that Slider has an advanced artificial intelligence system that isn’t attached to the Cloud storage system, also known as the ‘Cyberspace.’ As he was an experimental model, it’s highly unlikely that if he dies, he will be unable to be recovered. So, he fears mortality with the concept of death.

- Slider can’t taste, touch, or smell, but he can see and hear. It’s a downside of being an android, as he wouldn’t be able to experience such things. Only the newest models have all five sense attached, so it’s one of his end goals to gain them.

- He doesn’t exactly think of himself as a fighter, but more as an aid against mega-corporations. So, he has tended to other androids in his spare time and learned how to live by himself. Slider has helped build weapons, create blueprints, and built computers for programmers that weren’t filled with corrupted nano-machinery.

- Despite ‘Slider’ being his nickname, he also uses it as another alias around strangers and doesn’t love giving out his actual name. It’s how he keeps his identity private, especially when he’s having conversations online with people he definitely shouldn’t trust. 

- He obviously fucking plays Splatoon, both games. It’s literally skater culture with squids. Of course, Slider plays all the time and he’s hit LVL 99 before restarting, so he’s a LVL 45* as of now. Favorite stage is Blackbelly Skatepark. Favorite song is Shark Bytes. Has no favorite in Off the Hook, but loves Marie from the Squid Sisters. Oh yeah, he’s a Clash Blaster main.

- Even though he can’t taste, Slider still enjoys eating string cheese as long as it’s fresh --- although, he does order pizza half the time when alone and feels a longing to explore this sense.

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drawing this refs taking a while

ill post it after im finished ]]

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“El Ayuwoki...”

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Stalling Time || Drabble

As a massive downpour brought itself upon the shimmering metropolis of St. Raphael, Slider found himself alone near an alleyway as he rested his back against a rusty, steel wall. It was one thing to make dinner for his human roommate, figuring out what tasted right or smelled decent as he didn’t carry the senses based around taste and smell. It was another to order something from a restaurant, take-out from the Indonesian restaurant in his neighborhood squeezed between the pretentious law firm and the entertainment store. The staff were nice enough to not mind his sudden appearance there, right before they were closing, he could almost feel how bothered they were on needing to cook again.

In his hands, was the food he carried inside foam containers. Everything was still warm, registering as a soothing feeling to the touch instead of something searing hot. It was nice for a change, not needing to cook. Brushing his bangs away from his eyes with a single hand, they fell back down again once he lifted up his hood and stared out into the far distance, into the puddle-filled roads that were normally crowded. Happy Hour wasn’t until 4 PM, anyways. That was usually the time Slider would wake up, observe from afar of how people normally acted; humans and androids. His dark brown eyes reflected onto the water itself, the boy glancing around as he crossed the road and began moving down the sidewalk.

His artificial skin was soft, it shouldn’t be, but his own particular model was unique from the constant modifications his body was under. It didn’t make sense for him to pay, Slider was practically human in essence -- perhaps, he had an internal longing to be like his father. Warm to the touch, lively, a magnificent adult that’d bring good using powerful technology, instead of aiming to oppress innocent citizens. For a moment, he could hear a constant noise behind him.

Pitter patter. Pitter patter. Pitter patter.

Slider had mistaken this for the rainstorm, but the sounds were less lighter than simple raindrops. He glanced behind him, squinting at the vacant space: nothing. Nobody was following him, or was he wrong?

An adorable, high-pitched mew could be heard from below, causing Slider to lower his head downwards as he was a bit surprised by the fluffy, black kitten following him. He crouched down, holding his hand out for the kitten to sniff.

“Hey, kitty. You good? You’re lost, but you shouldn’t be following someone like me.” Yeah, like him.

The black kitten gazed up at Slider with its round, yellow eyes and sniffed his fingers, then placed its paws into his palms. Its extremely tiny teeth nibbled against his hand that quickly withdrew from the kitten, then came back to pet it on the head.

“Oh, lil’ kitty. I’m sorry, but I gotta go. ... But.”, Slider bit his lip and contemplated. Would it be wise to bring a stray into his home? Ishida’d tell him to piss off, sure, but it wouldn’t hurt to try. He picked up the kitten in his hand, carrying the food bag in the other as he felt its purrs rumble against his arm. He continued on his way back home, through his silent neighborhood’s streets, pondering on what to name his new kitten.

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hi! i’m jade and i’m running an indie cyberpunk au slider! i don’t do fancy promos, so just. reblog this or something. thx!