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Slip n' Slider
#snickering#i fucking love this#*when hacker lands on Radopolis and sliders day gets interrupted again#I can just see this being a meme in cyberspace#sliders one wreck that wasnāt even his fault just becomes a joke so big that his name isnāt attached to it anymore
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Happy Pride 2025!
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Where will I be in ten years?
Took me hours so Iām posting here āØ
A self portrait of sorts
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Yall
How do I make an aesthetic board? Someone teach me their waysssdd ahahzndndn
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Slang Resources
Since I had an earlier ask about slang, I thought Iād pull together a few resources:
Historical Dictionary of American Slang - allows you to search by year
Slang Terms for Sex (And Related F*ckery) - Bow chicka wah wah
Medieval Slang Terms and Terminology - PDF File (Use these sparingly)
Shakespearean Slang and Sexual Language
Elizabethan Slang and Terminology
Victorian Slang TermsĀ - Again, use sparingly
1700s UK Slang Terminology
Military Slang (Revolutionary War Era)
Slang From Colonial America
Civil War Era Slang
1920s Slang
Great Depression Era Slang
1940s Slang
1950s Slang
1960s Slang
1970s Slang
1980s Slang
1990s Slang
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Commission
Sorta based on a Monster Minutes scene

#all right letās talk details#the texture you give the scene is chefs kiss#I love all the shine and highlights in it#their hair is so cute#I rarely see you draw them aged normal so this is a great
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Something I never talk about is the possibility of Hacker getting his hands on too much power.
I could see a time where Hacker gets what he wantsā¦100% of his power back. But the drawback - heās forced to use himself as a test subject of this new experiment when he measures the power of a site artifact, as the earthlings are closing in on him. Time crunches makes one make rash decisions, and boy does he regret it later.
Yeah, he has his mobility back - but that tiny extra 2% his mechanical/electric parts canāt handle. To avoid burning out, his organic self overcompensates growth to use it instead.
He grows a few inches taller, grows hair and nails faster, canāt sleep the same way, and even grows more teeth (cyborgs are different okay donāt shoot me Iām using my imagination here š«¶). His hygiene and appetite for things grow near out of control.
In other words heās a big ugly teenager in his middle age years and he canāt fuckin stand it. Heās probably yelling at Buzz and Delete in this pic lol.
#cyberchase#hacker#art#the cybersquad are like oh no hackers going to take over the universe now#nope he sulks in his room over his insulted vanity#tw for body dysmorphia?#cyberchase fanart#just a fun lil thought I have bc I love werewolves and#transitions and the like
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Reposting to get myself interested in my art again
C2 with hacker for the "i'm so f*cking done" meme? if you want :3

A bit more loosely based on the prompt but I love this one nonetheless. A scene from my most recent addition in my fanfic story/collection of stories, Hacker ponders suppressed feelings and copes over ice cream.

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Whatās yalls most unpopular headcanon? It doesnāt matter if its a character, ship, or smt else š
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I honestly like the idea of Hacker slowly secretly developing fatherly instincts towards Matt, Jackie, and Enez as time goes on and hates to admit it. (And hates that it's happened to him)
I can just see him being a dad to them when he's not causing chaos and they find themselves in the same place.
What do you think of this idea?
Hmmmmmmmmm
I think I like this idea but on a small scale. To explain, I usually headcanon the kids as being older by the time I write any fanfictions or ācontinuationsā if you will. So usually I start thinking of them as young adults.
BUT, setting that aside, of course I love this idea! So cute lol.
A few ideas to add onto:
Wicked tries to magic Hacker into a kid as revenge for something, but it ricochets and hits one of the kids that heās holding hostage! So now heās got an earth toddler on his handsā¦.not what he bargained for. Heās not that kind of evil! Shenanigans ensue.
Hacker turns to good, using his manipulative mind to help stop other baddies from his own evil experience. I see him as a gruff uncle here.
Or my personal favorite, as time goes on and they have to work together more often, and Hacker becomes hesitant to put them in danger over time, hating his own feelings. But this is because of the introduction of Harmony in his lifeā¦
I think each of the kids reflect an aspect of Hackerās personality. Mattās hotheadedness/leadership, Inezās sharp temper/intelligence, and Jackieās drama/organization. He also was clearly very hurt by Digitās departure, so thatās something.
In general I do prefer them being older because Iām older now and thatās how Iād relate to them lol. Plus thereās more room for mature themes which I enjoy as well.
Thanks for the ask! Shoot me some headcanons for things heād say to āfather themā lol Iām curious!
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in Alcohol markers in paper So I did something else that doing the lineing I did something else like in coloring so I colored in the pencil and then I did lineing so yeah And it was Fun
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Purple Liquor
I figured I'd start posting a bit more of my writing here :)
The near empty bottle of vodka dangled uselessly from his fingers. The glass neck was slimy with his own slobber. Hacker had lost control of his basic motor functions a long time ago, but his grip stayed tight on the only thing that gave him life right now.Ā
His mind was bleary. His thoughts bounced dully inside of his pounding head before it seemed like they fell out. If he tried to collect himself, all he would hear inside his mind would be the laughter.Ā
Heād lost. Again.Ā
He didnāt even know why heād felt so surprised.
And so he simply chose not to think. The bottle tilted up and moisture reached his mouth. The taste was long dulled by his drunkenness, but his throat burned as he swallowed sloppily. A satisfied sigh left his chest.Ā Ā
He clipped his shoulder hard on the doorframe. Was that doorway always so small? He stopped to glare at it beside him, but his gaze couldnāt seem to focus. His eyelids were so heavy. Hacker wasnāt even sure which way this door led to until the bitter cold air of his prison invaded his nostrils.Ā
Boots stumbled and dragged on rough ground, catching on pebbles and jagged roots. He peered down his nose at the puffs of vapor from his breath until he felt cross eyed.Ā
Purple used to be his favorite color. But purple on the ground, seared across the sky, painted across the landscapeā¦Hacker could puke looking at it now. Or maybe that was the alcohol.Ā
Another hard swallow of the liquor. It could quite possibly be from his current state, but the mountains ahead of him stretched awfully far into the sky. He sneered. Their stature was impressive, but the rock was soft. Crumbling. They wouldnāt even be a landmark soon. They - Mount Rigoletto, Etney, and Julius, despite being supposedly immovable statues of nature and code, served no better purpose than trodding ground for the matted-fur mountain goats that shat upon them.Ā
Hacker wretched at the thought of the goats, his mindless wandering harshly interrupted by the primal need to bend over, clutching at his spasming core. This whole dismal site displayed similar traits. The trees bore no fruit or leaves of any kind, but they refused to be felled, stubbornly holding fast to the rock-hard ground. The acids they had soaked in over time made burning them fatal.Ā
The moonlight flashed against the glass, the bottle lifting once more. There was no heat or life-giving sun rays here. Only dry, treacherous ditches where there used to be streams of water.Ā
āThis miserable piece of lint site,ā Hacker spat, wiping vodka off his chin with a rough swipe of his knuckles.
He took some kind of misstep and swayed on clumsy feet. He glanced about the barren area, hoping nobody had seen, taking care not to twist too fast. He felt dizzy. Yes, he was alone. Hacker tried to chuckle but all that came out was a wheeze. Heād forgotten heād sent Buzz and Delete away.Ā
Why should they stay? This dismal desert place was all heād ever rule, and his subjects, hairy, smelly goats and sand spiders. No, they could leave him alone, just as heād always be.Ā
Hazy memories overtook his vision. Empty threats, broken promises, meaningless lies, uncontrollable anger. Even with all of his determination, his intelligence, and cunning, he always was sent staggering back to fall onto the rough, lifeless, purple ground.Ā
Shaking green hands raised the bottle to his lips. The moonās reflection in the glass stung his eyes, making them water. Nothing quenched his need to drown himself. Through the moisture in his eyes, he could see that his liquor was all gone.Ā
A guttural scream split the air. The glass flung from his cold, nearly numb fingers in a burst of violent rage and shattered upon the dirt. The crunching of the shards against the ground amplified his uneven footsteps. The sound filled him with hatred. Why, he probably looked like a cad, like a toddler learning how to walk, likeā¦a drunk.Ā
āIām not drunk!ā Hacker yelled.Ā
But Hacker knew he was. He just couldnāt see right, no matter how he squinted. His insides churned and his movements didnāt feel like his own. And he was alone.Ā
āIām not drunk!ā he bellowed again. He didnāt even know why.Ā
Not even his own voice would echo back to him from those shadowy purple mountains.Ā
He sunk to the dirt, an overwhelming flow of emotion rising in his chest. He watched his own fingernails scrape through the pebbles, trembling as his hands lifted the powdery soil. His hands, built for work from building, to delicate circuitry, to binding difficult metals, now as useless as the mirage of wildlife in front of him. His drunkenness only worsened the shaking and loss of control from his power depletion. His eyes stung again as dread built to a knot in his throat, a harsh truth realized. He fit in here.Ā
Hacker whispered so quietly he hardly was even sure he said it out loud. āI belong here.ā
The air felt still and tense as Buzz watched the larger cyborgās shoulders shudder. Sobs reached his audio receptors even from this distance. While he was no stranger to his bossās fits, it still felt wrong somehow to watch as Hacker sank impossibly closer to the ground. He shouldāve thought to hide their alcohol somewhere after this schemeās failure.Ā
āBuzzyā¦shouldnāt we go help āim?ā Deleteās voice was a harsh whisper.Ā
Buzz glanced beside him. The younger bot was curled up tight against the rock, trembling from fear and from the freezing wind that was particularly vengeful today. He peered over the top, wary of their bossās wrath should he catch them despite his wish to comfort him.Ā
āNah. āDa boss told us to leave. He wants to be alone.āĀ
āI thought he fired us.āĀ
Buzz rolled his eyes. āHe always says ādat. He just wants to be alone.ā Hacker had sounded particularly meaningful this time, his tone strangely depressed and his order missing a malicious threat. But the bot was trusting his experience to guide him, and that meant that soon the boss would forget all about that.Ā
Delete looked at him in confusion. āThen whyāre we here, if weāre not helpinā āim?āĀ āWe are, Dee-Dee. Heās plastered right now, so heāll need help soon, after heās done cryinā and all ādat.ā He looked back to the borg curled on the ground, far enough away that he remained ignorant of their presence, and close enough that they could hear shaky whimpering. āYāknow, after the cold gets to āim more. When you drink a whole bottle aā licker it gets hard to remember where youās at. You wouldnāt know, youās never been drunk.ā
#cyberchase#hacker#buzz#delete#prompts#aka alcohol in this case#my hcs are Hacker uses substances occasionally#either to party or to sulk#but he also looks down on alcoholics#very hypocritical yesss#buzz and delete have to take care of things like that...#I'm sure buzz would love to have his hands on some drinks#or bot equivalent of#writing angst#?
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Yay I love info dump paragraphs I need more :P
How do you view their life with their kids?
My Slinez brats; Alley (13) and Scooter (11).
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Okayyyyy
Iām throwing it out there. I have two comics that are nearly finished - but transferring them to another medium is proving too much work for a fan work.
Are yall interested in seeing a comic that looks a bit rougher? Aka mostly pencil?
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Slider and Inez, but something's fishy about them...
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AGH HOW IS SCOOTER SO IN SHOW LOOKING
alley too, but I think scooter more closely matches what theyāve been putting out recently especially, but cooler
Whatās that little stripe in alleys hair from?
My Slinez brats; Alley (13) and Scooter (11).
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