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Kimby the R+ Postmodernist

Who wrote a delicious fanfic, translated German literature, cooked up something sweet, petted a cat, educated the masses, listened to Rammstein and hasn't cried once today?
This moi! > w <

[Occupation: a) English Literature, b) Philosophy, c) Creative Writing student]
[Career Prospects: Starving to Death, as a result of a), b), and c)]
[Runs #pointlessfactsbelowrammpics / #messerstein / #tillchardfans]

[Or are you looking for Daft Punk fanfiction??]

Apr 16 '14
"

we had goldfish and they circled around and around
in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes
covering the picture window and
my mother, always smiling, wanting us all
to be happy, told me, ‘be happy Henry!’
and she was right: it’s better to be happy if you
can
but my father continued to beat her and me several times a week while
raging inside his 6-foot-two frame because he couldn’t
understand what was attacking him from within.

my mother, poor fish,
wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a
week, telling me to be happy: ‘Henry, smile!
why don’t you ever smile?’

and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the
saddest smile I ever saw

one day the goldfish died, all five of them,
they floated on the water, on their sides, their
eyes still open,
and when my father got home he threw them to the cat
there on the kitchen floor and we watched as my mother
smiled

"
Charles Bukowski, “A Smile to Remember”
Apr 16 '14
teatimetutu:

Inspired by Kimbk's fic.

(oh my I inspired two fanarts in one day thank you so much teatimetutu&#160;; w&#160;; have something in return)
Guy hadn&#8217;t counted on there actually being an afterlife, really; faithful to its namesake he had left it as something to ponder after everything was over and done with, an afterthought, nothing necessarily relevant to this particular life that he had lived and just left. It was a comfortably-human feeling, too; just as if he&#8217;d closed his eyes one moment - breathed out, however any of that might have been possible - and when he blinked them open again, he found himself whole, surrounded in light and silence.
He looked down at himself. Intact. Unclothed, but he was glad for it. &#8220;Hmm,&#8221; he uttered, then chuckled. &#8216;Hmm&#8217; indeed! What a thing to exclaim in a place such as this! But he knew that it was the only sincere response he could have given when he heard another robotic laugh, higher-pitched and smooth in tone, joining in behind him; he looked around to see Thomas, standing and flashing a simple heart on his visor, which flickered to a warm &#8220;WELCOME&#8221; when Guy faced him. &#8220;MISSED YOU&#8221;
"Hey," Guy said. "here I am."
"Yes," Thomas nodded, and perhaps he was just seeing things, but Guy thought that his mouth had quirked into a smile. "you are. Looks like you, all right. With me. Here. And you know something?&#8221;
"I know a lot of things."
"Do you know this thing?&#8221; the silver robot opened his arms and beckoned him close. &#8220;I am so, so glad that you are.&#8221;
Guy resisted not at all, falling immediately into the other&#8217;s arms and laying his head on his chest. He was warm, the motor within him whirring faintly (not in distress); his hand was gentle as he caressed over Guy&#8217;s shoulders once and then settled softly over his back, pulling him closer to signal that he would never let go again. &#8220;I&#8217;m home,&#8221; he murmured against Thomas&#8217;s chest, burying his face into the warmth, feeling that luscious paradox of ecstatic tearfulness. &#8220;as close as that can be for us.&#8221;
&#8220;Non, it&#8217;s rather the other way around, I think,&#8221; Thomas placed a hand softly over Guy&#8217;s chest, the faint thump beneath amplified in the silence. &#8220;after all&#8230; home&#8217;s where the heart is.&#8221;

teatimetutu:

Inspired by Kimbk's fic.

(oh my I inspired two fanarts in one day thank you so much teatimetutu ; w ; have something in return)

Guy hadn’t counted on there actually being an afterlife, really; faithful to its namesake he had left it as something to ponder after everything was over and done with, an afterthought, nothing necessarily relevant to this particular life that he had lived and just left. It was a comfortably-human feeling, too; just as if he’d closed his eyes one moment - breathed out, however any of that might have been possible - and when he blinked them open again, he found himself whole, surrounded in light and silence.

He looked down at himself. Intact. Unclothed, but he was glad for it. “Hmm,” he uttered, then chuckled. ‘Hmm’ indeed! What a thing to exclaim in a place such as this! But he knew that it was the only sincere response he could have given when he heard another robotic laugh, higher-pitched and smooth in tone, joining in behind him; he looked around to see Thomas, standing and flashing a simple heart on his visor, which flickered to a warm “WELCOME” when Guy faced him. “MISSED YOU”

"Hey," Guy said. "here I am."

"Yes," Thomas nodded, and perhaps he was just seeing things, but Guy thought that his mouth had quirked into a smile. "you are. Looks like you, all right. With me. Here. And you know something?”

"I know a lot of things."

"Do you know this thing?” the silver robot opened his arms and beckoned him close. “I am so, so glad that you are.”

Guy resisted not at all, falling immediately into the other’s arms and laying his head on his chest. He was warm, the motor within him whirring faintly (not in distress); his hand was gentle as he caressed over Guy’s shoulders once and then settled softly over his back, pulling him closer to signal that he would never let go again. “I’m home,” he murmured against Thomas’s chest, burying his face into the warmth, feeling that luscious paradox of ecstatic tearfulness. “as close as that can be for us.”

Non, it’s rather the other way around, I think,” Thomas placed a hand softly over Guy’s chest, the faint thump beneath amplified in the silence. “after all… home’s where the heart is.”

Apr 16 '14

kkaroushi:

First real daft punk fanart, kind of rushed the background but I want to move on, maybe I’ll come back to it. I was pushing for a tacky 90s pattern so hopefully it doesn’t look like total trash hah„ Kudos to kimbk for giving me such fantastic fics that push me to art things, this definitely isn’t based on any particular fic but the next piece will be.

This is excellent and you should art more things.
*sage nod*

Apr 16 '14

magpie-of-asgard:

kimbk:

I wonder how Tabula Rasa!Guy might react to need of intimacy.
What if he enters a physical friends-with-benefits kind of relationship with some other human and Thomas can only watch from the side and be more and more depressed about it

… not saying this will happen in-verse, quite the opposite.
(Don’t think that’s in-character for TR!Guy)
I can just be needlessly tormenting for no reason

oo that’s really good.  that’s a wonderful idea.  can we role with that, if i wanted to explore that in writing?

I in all likeliness won’t explore this idea further, but if you wanted to, you may. Just for extra sad factor it could be that Thomas’s feelings on that situation don’t even include ‘envy/jealousy’ - because that would entail the sense that ‘he could be better for Guy than [random other human]’ in the line of physical intimacy, and… well…. he doesn’t really have that capacity in the first place. Thomas can’t think of something he can’t perform at all as a competition between himself and other guy.

So his feelings just become that of intense sadness instead

Apr 16 '14

I wonder how Tabula Rasa!Guy might react to need of intimacy.
What if he enters a physical friends-with-benefits kind of relationship with some other human and Thomas can only watch from the side and be more and more depressed about it

… not saying this will happen in-verse, quite the opposite.
(Don’t think that’s in-character for TR!Guy)
I can just be needlessly tormenting for no reason

Apr 16 '14

shutupaubrey:

i hate getting close to people because then they realize i’m a piece of shit

Apr 16 '14

more-like-electrauma replied to your post “I was thinking something along the lines of them having to adhere to…”

It is not ‘stupid and incomprehensible’ jesus, there’s just so much in it I haven’t really known where to start. D: And why make people happy when you can make them THINK, I personally find it much easier to do the latter without the former.

one section at a time.
though am hoping to pinpoint starting-points when i finally get them notes/references done so that discussions can be achieved, it is a quagmire of theories and I’m not even sure if I made sense ._.

Happy is not the correct term I guess. What I want is satisfaction and thought, like catharsis. Catharsis isn’t necessarily angst-derived, but I’m old-fashioned and can do it best only in terms of tragedy and tears and regret ;_;

… besides, suffering is bad. I believe suffering is entirely necessary, but not even nearly to the degree that people can inflict on each other. Even mental anguish caused by a fic, if it goes overboard, is bad. Now that this is done, I could probably spend some time softening the blow a bit and also recovering. I went half fucking crazy writing this I swear to god why do I do this to myself who does this even help? At least car fic and breakfast are definitely not as mindfuck

Apr 16 '14

Anonymous asked:

Dear lord, I wish I was able to take classes in philosophy, but no. I was just raised with a family of artistic influence and a few teachers who taught me to start questioning things though eyes other than society's. (I have read a few excerpts from Squashed Philosophy that you mentioned a while back, though. I have to say that the few bits I've read have sparked creativity in my writing.) We've spoken a wee bit before as well, and I might send a message non-anon later. (on my phone rn) -S!A

You had excellent teachers. Can’t complain about most of mine, either, admittedly, but it’s a good teacher who maintains such views. Also Squashed Philosophy is awesome yes :3 everyone should take a look at Squashed Philosophy.

Are you perchance the anon who messaged me a while back about beta-ing some writing? And yes please do.

Apr 15 '14

I was thinking something along the lines of them having to adhere to the three laws and compare that to the assumed freedom and rights of humans, them doubting the interpersonal bonds they had before because they still aren’t sure if they can classify themselves as people per say, and in all honesty, it would be cool to see something along the lines of them coping with it: learning about the nitty-gritty of technology inside them and designing helmets to cover the mess of wires and circuits that make them up. (As a studio accident can’t really leave them with anything cosmetic.) (As a matter of fact, and you have complete creative license here, what if they weren’t entirely android, more cyborg, and they had to cope with with free thought and the Three Laws?)

-Submit!Anon

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Assumed freedom and rights of humans. Hmm. Assumed.
That is a very important statement, right there, you’ve gotten my curiosity roused - because aside from the issue of metaphysical free will, it can be really doubtful to some whether humans actually have natural rights (e.g. utilitarians don’t believe in inherent rights). I see.

… Again, this sounds very similar to what I’m attempting to explore with the Electroma adapt, though the story is different. I’ll see what I can do, but it will take some time because I’m going to need to reason out some theories from the start and there are plenty of philosophical theories that I still can’t figure out without a great deal of help. Trying to work out the details of ‘Dialogues Between the Guardians of Justice and a Condemned Man’ is one of the most brainbreaking things I’ve done, and because I’m not a laconic person, this project might be like that.

anon you sound like someone who did philosophy/ethics.
You can un-anon. I don’t bite and will only communicate in private if you wish. I’m just glad some inspiration came out of that fic, was beginning to think I’d unleashed stupid_and_incomprehensible.txt because I’ve not had a good discussion about it with more than one or two people so far

I should just go back to fluff and tabula rasa.
At least that made people happier

Apr 15 '14
Apr 15 '14

Based on your last fic, would it be possible for you to write something about how the robots doubting their own personhood recently after becoming robots? (this is based on a line from the wikipedia page: Thomas Bangalter once stated, “We did not choose to become robots. There was an accident in our studio. We were working on our sampler, and at exactly 9:09 am on September 9, 1999, it exploded. When we regained consciousness, we discovered that we had become robots)

(-submitted by anon even though it says I submitted it somehow ._.)

———-

image

who are you

… Hmm. I could, but I might need a bit more context here. I’m dealing with something similar in my Electroma adapt, which my recent fic was only a faint practice of; so if you allow me free reign, I may have to ask you to wait until that.

But if you want a certain genre (not everyone likes angst or romance), certain conclusion (e.g. you want me to actually write + justify an anti-machine personhood scenario) or have me deal with specialist topics like the Three Laws, characteristics of personhood, discussion of rights, potential and diminished persons, Chinese Room argument, further theories of mind and so on, I’d also like for you to tell me.

Apologies if I am reading entirely too much into this request. After that fic I’ve felt sort of simultaneously overly-philosophical and empty-headed - I’ve been pretty ill for the past week - and might need more guidance than usual. I’m just glad that the fic made you curious about this, at least.

Apr 15 '14
willkommen-in-germany:

Jägerschnitzel mit Pommes - “hunter’s schnitzel” with herbs and mushroom cream sauce. 

willkommen-in-germany:

Jägerschnitzel mit Pommes - “hunter’s schnitzel” with herbs and mushroom cream sauce. 

Apr 15 '14
"Why am I a human being, with all the torments this extremely vague and horribly responsible condition entails? Why am I not, for example, the happy wardrobe in your room, which has you in full view whenever you’re sitting in your chair or at your desk or when you’re lying down or sleeping? Why am I not that?"
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
Apr 15 '14

Oops.

(Source: slysif)

Apr 14 '14

Frankenstein and his monster were all about the mansecks, and my only regret is not working in more Rocky Horror references

lolmythesis:

Literature, Central Queensland University

"The Monstrous Lover: homoeroticism in Gothic fiction"