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[circasoleil]

New « Draw your OCs » but it’s just me at my last drag show (with a copious amount of nasal spray used to keep myself safer!)

[magthemage]

[Android AU] Meet Ramses, the first functional model.

Lore under the cut.

So, remember that android AU I was talking about a few uh... .... A while ago? As you might remember, the Professor (who's the canonical "human" Dio over there) was solely responsible for the creation of the original Android body and AI before he got booted and almost assassinated by the government, because what's a dystopian future without an authoritarian government, amiritre? (And you might think.... "Wait, Mag, you never mentioned any of that!") .... Anyway! Picture yourself, you're trying to get a project founded. You need to present something astonishing but you don't have the funds to commission an artist to sculpt you a unique face for this new technology. What would you do? Of course, grab a bunch of silicone and smash your own face against it to make a mold. Flawless logic /s And that's how we got Ramses, the very first ever model the Professor presented and the one that managed to sell the entire idea to the filthy rich conglomerate overlords. The hair rerooting and the skin color change was done by one of the Professor's apprentices several years later. Her name is Raisa and @kalloway most likely has more info on her!

[sorikufanficrecs]

G | 3rd | 1k+ | C | Post-KH2 | Fluff | Growing Apart

»Understanding (Up and Apart)« by Kalloway

thanks for the rec by anon!

💖 archiveofourown.org/works/4132048

[loremonster]

Hey there! This isn't a question or anything... I just wanted to say I've really, really enjoyed reading your New Kid Stories (I'm kinda bummed I didn't find them sooner tbh). It's hard for me to explain (I'm not good with words) but the way you write them just has that extra something that makes them believable. Like everyone and everything - every event is just... a believable South Park occurrence. Anyway, I just wanted to say something nice (and I hope it came out right)! Have a good one! c:

To be fair, I only began writing the New Kid Stories late this October, so they haven’t existed for an extended period of time. I believe the words you are searching for are the successful suspension of disbelief, wherein a story contains the appropriate mood, feel, flow, and detail in order to facilitate immersion. In original works, this suspension of disbelief is a difficult balance to strike but is so fucking important to drawing in and keeping a reader invested in the world and characters created. In fanfiction, it is often done by capturing a certain flavor of that universe to welcome in fans of the parent work, making them feel right at home as they recognize tropes, jargon, and common plot devices from said parent work. 

In my case, capturing the flavor of South Park was done by seeking out lingual ticks of several main characters [Cartman’s habit to mispronounce things, and his rivalry with Kyle, Butters and his habit to use the term Fellas, Hamburgers, or say Jeez or Darn instead of swearing, ect, ect] as well as taking opportunities to reference important memories in passing. It makes the characters I’m penning, characters fans already know, feel more connected to their original incarnations and seem more like continuations of them, rather than re-interpretations of them. 

Naming is also a huge trope within South Park. When I was creating a teacher, giving her the name Ms. Lehman was a clear reference to naming conventions within the universe, as saying it aloud sounds like Ms. Lay man, and laying with a man can be a euphemism for sex. Small spoiler warning, but the teacher I’m going to replace her with is going to be an Ace woman by the name of Ms. Eise-Herr. Again, said aloud, this sounds like Eyes Here, reminding people that she’s a largely non-sexual being and has zero time for people who try to  convince her otherwise just because she may be conventionally pretty. This not only allowed me to reference things South Park already does, but allowed me to throw a little of my own personal flair in. 

Oh, goodness, look at me rambling on. Thank you for your kind words, they are most appreciated! I intend to continue writing the series for as long as it remains enjoyable for me to do so, so look forward to more in the future! And, also, thank you for giving me an excuse to patter on about things I’ve learned in... slightly more than a decade of writing both original and fanfiction. 

Have a good one!

-Buttlord

[magthemage]

You were in the right place at the wrong time.

No longer caring about the crimes that you were slandered by and falsely imputed with, you roam empty-handed the lawless and dilapidated streets of the 8th Sector's wall market, a place so far removed from the safety of the walls of the Centralized Government that mafia circles run with impunity and the prevailing law is that of the strongest.

It doesn’t matter anymore who you were and what you achieved. Your entire life - your friends, your family, your home - simply turned their backs to you, treating you as a stranger as soon as the judge’s gavel slammed against the table. Yet, abandoning everything was a far less gruesome end that being sent to the ‘reformatory’, where you’d be forced into slave labor for a greedy corportation during the next 60 years.

And all you did was try to cast a light on an organ trafficking network that led to a few corrupted officials.

It's the year 2932, 60 years after the Android Rebellion and the passing of the Law regarding the prohibition of AI sentience as treason. Yet, despite that, the few supporters remaining, the hybrid folk that forfeited parts of their bodies and their humanity in exchange of power, and the ‘jailbroken’ Androids that managed to escape having their memories and personality wiped by the government linger among the colorful neon lights, trying to make meets end among the slums.

Feeling unnerved and noticing through the corner of your eye at least 4 hulking shadows that had been following you closely for a while, you scurried off into the nearest alley in a vague attempt to have them lose your trail… only to realize far too late that you pretty much gave yourself away, as picking a random direction only trapped you in a dead end, surrounded by the back of a store of some kind and stuttering blue and red neon signs.

Turning around, you saw 4 grinning men who almost doubled you in size approaching you slowly while smashing their attached weapons against the nearby dumpsters and walls. From the looks of it, they seemed to be 2 androids built like a wall and 2 hybrids that had been modified so far that they virtually looked like a machine turned inside out.

“If you’re looking for credits, I have none.” You tried to dissuade them.

“Obviously, you dickface.” One of them scoffed, “You look stupid and lost. But don’t worry, we’ll put your ass to good use. Fleshbags like yourself can net a good price, so we’ll be taking a few ‘pieces’ from you.”

The men laughed at your shocked expression. Oh, the irony that what sent you to this twisted place was right about to turn you into another number within your investigation.

“Now stay still. The less you struggle, the faster this will be.” Another one sneered as he approached you, a dented cleaver dangling from his fingers.

Adrenaline filled your veins as your breathing hastened, your mind trying to think of a way to avoid being hacked to pieces then and there. There was a solid wall behind you, four heavily armed men in front of you and nowhere to go. You stepped back in an attempt to keep your distance from the marauders, only to reflexively curl up after a particularly loud clang against a rusty metal pipe. The men took that as a signal and in a flash they launched towards you, two of them pinning you against the floor in the blink of an eye with your limbs painfully stretched out, your screams quickly muffled with a violent thrust of a baton that landed on your nose and the same weapon being forcefully jammed in your mouth.

“Shut it!” One of the men commanded as the other 2 reastraining you laughed at the blood pooling over your lips and the last one took out a small refrigerating containment unit from his backpack.

Much to your horror, you heard them discussing what organs were they going to harvest from you as the free ones carelessly ripped your clothes with his blade-like fingers, the one behind you suggesting to take off your limbs as well just for fun. You felt them tracing a Y-line over your chest and trailing down your abdomen as tears pooled on your eyes. You were sure they were going to hollow you out entirely… you had seen photos of the victims during your investigation and they all sported that similar wound… only for your muffled cries to peak once again as soon as one of those blades started digging on your flesh, forcing crimson droplets to form around the ruptured skin as the pain flooded your nerves.

“Tch, you filthy maggots. Did you not read the sign?” A male voice snarled behind the men, making them quickly turn to his direction, the blade fortunately removed from your skin, “NO. LITTERING.”

“Who’s this gray-ass motherfucker?” one of the mechanic gorillas blindly asked, noticing how the rest of his group tensed with haggard expressions marring their features. And yet, his inquiry was met with a sudden toppling swat from his armed companion, the baton no longer stuffed in your face.

“S-Sorry professor, we had no idea you had moved your shop here!” The one who just battered his lackey and had mocked you a mere couple of seconds ago now stuttered, his forehead tightly pressed against the floor as he kneeled and bowed.

“Get out of my face, I’m busy.” The man referred to as ‘the professor’ commanded coldly as he swiped with his hand in a derogatory sweeping motion, “And leave the fleshbag behind as …’tribute’ for your misconduct.”

The men quickly nodded and packed their things before leaving, the same batted gorilla asking once again what was going on and earning another painful jab.

“Get up. I’ll see you have that cut treated before it becomes infected.” The man that had accidentally saved your life instructed you, to which you quickly obliged.

You weren’t sure if your eyes were playing tricks on you, but you were almost sure you had stumbled upon some ancient hinduism diety walking among mortals. From his facial features, to his skin color and demeanor, nothing on this person looked remotely human, the only thing relatable was the small lollipop stick between his luscious black lips.

And just as you were gazing into the void, the void gazed back at you. The blond hulking figure gave you a once-over with an interested smirk.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen an ‘insider’ here at the border. You might have a higher value than just your parts. Follow me.”

I’m sorry, I couldn't leave the image without context! And the "context" spun into a short reader-insert story because apparently I'm desperate for Dio content have no self-control. Welp, shit happens ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I had a lot of fun working with 3 light sources and I'm proud how the metallic bracelet/armlet ended up looking ^^

Professor Dio used to be one of the most outstanding eminences in the Robotics and AI development community as well as the creator of the original Android AI. Branded as a traitor after the 2872 Android Rebellion, it was thought he had been executed way back when. The rumors of him still lingering within the market were never confirmed.

If you’d like to know more about this setting, feel free to ask!

Me and @kalloway are working on an Android!AU of sorts :P

I think she has already posted her design of one of our resident KillerBots, EcciDiO. Be sure to check her stuff as well!

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Evil Queen Symmetra by Kalloway

[sorikufanficrecs]

E | 3rd | 1k- | C | N | PWP | Blowjobs

»Summertime Blues« by Kalloway

💖 archiveofourown.org/works/17820611

[loremonster]

kalloway replied to your post: HOKAY DUDES

Honestly when I last updated my PC after I got my new graphics card, it totally crapped out on me too, and I had to go back to a previous recovery state (the day before, thank god) to get it to start up again. It’d just start up, try to load Steam and all that stuff like usual, freeze, then crash and try to restart again. Hopefully you figure it out though and everything’s okay!

Holy shit this function still works on my big PC. WOO!

Anyway, I’m doing a system recovery right now, going back to last month. It should reset system stuff, not files, and if the update was to blame I should be able to return to previous functionality... or at least keep this laptop going long enough to rescue all my important files via USB lifeboat XD

I’m due for a new computer, really. Both hubby and I want to upgrade, though in two different directions. My dreams are... markedly more expensive because I want an honest-to-goodness graphics computer where the screen IS the drawing surface, and it is massive... and then a tiny little netbook or something for writing on the go that’s lightweight and can run OpenOffice.