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hunting4fluff · 9 months

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Business as Usual

asjdfhlkashdf okok so it's been a hot minute since I've written fanfiction, but I saw the best idea on @tickles-tea 's page and I wanted to give it a go! :) (Also I blanked on a title so I just kinda wrote the first thing in my mind lol) It was irritating, to say the least. For the first time in months, it felt like Miguel had finally been able to sit down and relax for at least 15 minutes. Of course, the moment after the clock struck 8:46 p.m Lyla had notified him of another anomaly wreaking havoc within the holding center. Business as usual.

"So, what you're saying is that they had him *in the room* and he still got loose?" Miguel grumbled, hastily making his way to the location with his wrist held above his chest. Lyla's avatar projected above Miguel's wrist, her hand resting on her bicep as she swiped through a couple screens to bring up a profile and appearance.

"They were very frugal about the exacts, but they said, and I quote 'he was a very slippery criminal'. He's from Earth-57780 with dark hair, a-"

"What, so another 'Slyde' anomaly?" Miguel introjected, his brows furrowing with frustration. Before he could further his musing on the difficulty, Lyla provided further detail as he entered an empty containment sect.

"No, not a Slyde. His name is 'The Tickler'." She corrected, her demeanor lax and unbothered. Miguel paused for a moment, slowing his speed as he attempted to remain perceptive and gather more information.

"You're kidding." He huffed, already knowing the answer was 'no'. "They seriously couldn't grab him? That's gotta easily be one of the easier anomalies all year."

Miguel's irritation was rising as he marched through the room, glancing at empty containment pods and stacks of boxes.

"I wouldn't say that, exactly. Tickling triggers a panic response in your body that makes it hard to focus and can cause a falter in judgment." Lyla stated matter of factly. Miguel snorted dryly, grateful his mask was on to hide the flush rising to his cheeks.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let's just get this over with. Has there been any sighting of-" Miguel cut himself off as he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, readying himself to pounce. Lyla took this as a sign to cut her avatar, lowering the light as Miguel crept further. His slow steps made him inaudible before lurching towards where the movement was and-

nothing.

In Miguel's confusion something grabbed him from behind another box, its grip firm as Miguel twisted himself back to throw a punch. The anomaly clung tight, one hand slipping under Miguel's arm and the other wrapped and clutching to his hip for dear life. The Tickler anomaly wrapped his legs around Miguel, situating himself like a backpack before wiggling his fingers.

Miguel's left arm came crashing down to his side as a strangled grunt caught in his throat, coming forth from his crouch to his knees and attempting to use his other hand to grab the man off of his back. Fingers dug into his hips causing Miguel to curl in on himself and unfortunately trap his captor's hands with him.

"Ticklish, big guy?" The anomaly taunted with a pleased chuckle, pressing his fingers in and vibrating as Miguel desperately attempted to contain his reactions.

"Shut up." Miguel growled out, once more trying to push through and lift his left arm to grab the other man's collar while using his other hand to tug at the hand on his hip. He realized his mistake once fingers trailed their way under his arm completely, his body curling in on himself once more and trapping the unrelenting fingers in their movements. Miguel's shoulders shook with the threat of laughter, trying to focus on a way to capture the anomaly. Alas, the task proved itself difficult. The Tickler laughed triumphantly, using the hand on Miguel's hip to scribble over the textured suit material.

"What's wrong? Did I find something?" The villain teased as Miguel choked back giggles. If he could just stop moving his fingers for one moment Miguel could easily flip this guy onto his back and trap him in one of those pods. He felt himself start to lose a bit of control as both hands continued their assault, never once pausing for even a second. Miguel barked out a laugh as a finger pressed under his arm, breaking the dam as he squirmed under the touch.

"Quit it!" Miguel demanded, the hand on his hip migrating to his bottom ribs and clawing lightly. Laughter flooded out of him as he swung his head back to try and at least get one hit in but missing onto the anomaly's shoulder. The move assisted him no further as the hand on his ribs slipped from under his left elbow and held his jaw in place. A surprised yelp jolted from him as he felt the fingers drag over his neck and cause his laughter to raise in volume. Miguel tried bunching up his shoulders in a last attempt to protect himself before he felt something soft flutter behind his ear. The movement was all it took before Miguel curled into a pile of giggles, his face flushed as The Tickler brought out the tool from his gloves. He couldn't focus on *how* the anomaly even got past his suit as he grabbed for any sort of leverage. Between the fingers under his arms and the feather fluttering behind his ear, he was a mess.

"¡Basta, bastardo!" Miguel barked through his laughter. He wasn't very intimidating though, and to his dismay the anomaly pushed him to the ground and managed to pin him on his stomach.

"Sorry pal, I don't speak spanish." The Tickler stated, growing cockier with every growing second. Miguel finally managed to flip over and push him off with his foot, sending him back tumbling into some boxes. He managed to catch his breath a hint before entangling him with a laser web, keeping him still as Miguel continued to draw in heavy breaths.

"You're a real piece of work, you know that?" Miguel growled, standing up and leaning against an empty containment pod before opening it and sliding the disk under the anomaly. His face was flushed and to his relief, his mask was still intact, leaving him to wonder how The Tickler got past his technology in the first place. He left, grumbling to himself before Lyla popped up again with a cocky smirk.

"How was that for 'the easiest anomaly all year'?" She teased. Miguel glared at her avatar, avoiding entertaining the playful jab.

"What happened to my suit earlier." The question came out as more of a demand, the AI shrugging her shoulders with a knowing grin.

"Well, I figured I couldn't let it be *too* easy on you. Not to mention you've been talking about how you've been needing to find a reason to relax for a bi-"

"Relax? That was relaxing?" Miguel interrupted, sounding slightly exasperated. However, he couldn't deny that under certain circumstances it could be nice...

"Laughing replaces cortisol with dopamine, oxytocin and endorphins which, in other words, is an excellent stress reliever." Lyla remarked smartly, leaving Miguel to shake his head and scoff.

"Yeah, well... maybe don't have an anomaly do that next time." He huffed.

"I can see if Peter B. Parker would be willing to, he's been begging me to send him any information to get you to 'loosen up'." Lyla offered. Miguel's silence spoke volumes as Lyla already began sending a message. "I'll let him know you're interested." She winked, leaving Miguel as he began to sputter out protests.

"Wait- I didn't..." Miguel trailed off, pausing once he returned to his workspace. Maybe, he thought. Maybe he could accept that.

#tickle fluff #sfw tickling #tickle fic #spiderverse tickle #lee!miguel #atsv tickle #tickles-tea

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byrdtrolls · 3 months

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Three Things Rollyn Firlyn Does Not Remember

(teehee, if you want to read the drabble preceding this one, it is here)

Two months into their relationship, Rollyn Firlyn and Sunset Blinks are on a video call in Rollyn’s seemingly endless closet. She holds up a dress so he can see in the camera.

“Yay or nay” She says.

“Hmm” He thinks. “Maybe if you swap back to the other bodysuit with it?” He says.

“It’s coldddd” She complains. “I’m not wearing that.”

“Not the sleeveless one” he corrects. “The one with the sequins.”

“Oh” She says, going back to look for the offending bodysuit, and accidentally knocking over her phone.

“Ow- dammit” She curses, picking it up.

“Did you drop me?” Sunset jokes. “I broke all my bones.”

“Sunset, why can’t you just BE here” She voices, gesturing frustratedly.

“I have work,” he says.

“This party is kind of important to me” She sighs.

“So is my work” He replies.

“Yeah yeah, I know.” She complains. “But we’re doing something important here, the fundraisers for a really good cause”

“I know” he sighs, “And I am so proud of you, and I wish I could be there, but I can’t. I told you, I would-”

“Yeah, I heard your whole stupid monologue” She complains. “‘I will compromise with you on every single front but one’” She quotes her lover, in a mockery of Sunset’s voice. Sunset is silent for a long moment, and the quiet goes on so long even the video call cannot disguise the hurt in his eyes.

“Don’t look like a kicked puppy” She pleads. “Our second date, you told me you were always going to put your mafia bullshit above all else '' She says, stepping out of the view to change her clothes. “Do you not hear how you sound?” She says, dejected. “You’re difficult to understand, Sunset. You are so loving and reasonable so much of the time, but. So obsessed with whatever stupid highblood criminal powergrab that constantly occupies your waking mind. You walk and talk like you’re so much better than that. And I wish you could be.” She rambles, hurt. She is well used to being disappointed by highbloods, and she does not think him any different.

“That’s- not what’s happening here” He says, finally. “I’m not looking for power.” He says.

“Are you?” She retorts. “Or do you just have a more convenient excuse than other clowns?”

“Rollyn,” He pleads.

“Prove me wrong,” She says. “Prove me wrong, Sunset, I beg of you. You’re better than this.”

She is once again answered by silence.

“Well?” She insists.

“I can’t tell you why,” He says. “But you have deeply misunderstood the situation.”

“Why can’t you tell me!” She snaps. “I tell you everything Sunset! I’m an open book! I put so much trust in you! You won’t put any in me?” She says, frustrated, pulling on her dress.

“Rollyn, I…” He starts but can’t finish.

“I took a leap of faith,” She says. “I took the leap of faith, as a mutant, into the arms of a rich highblood in a gang. I hoped so much you would prove my assumptions wrong.”

“Can we wait?” He says, “To have this conversation in person?”

“No,” She says.

“On another night?” he tries.

“No.” She retorts.

“In a few hours?” He says quietly.

“It can’t wait” She huffs.

“If I told you” He says carefully. “You’d understand.”

“Then TELL ME!” She says, holding the phone close.

He opens his mouth, and then closes it.

“You can always wipe my memory if it goes wrong” She jokes, bitterly.

“I would never do that to you unless you asked,” He says. “I promise.”

“What are you afraid of?” She says.

“A lot of things” he says, trying to dig up the words to explain, trying to drag a well kept secret out of an iron box. He had buried this so deep for his safety. It’s easy to say. It should be easy to say. Throw a couple words in a sentence, Sunset, you can do it.

“I…” He starts. “You know my tattoos, on my chest?” He says.

“The lines, and the arms?” She says, confused.

“I got them to cover up surgical scars.” He admits. “I- was born a mutant. I had an extra pair of arms and pectorals, until a sweep ago, when I got them removed” He says. “So I could infiltrate the mafia, and take it down from the inside. I wiped the memory of how I used to be from everyone's mind. I- was not treated well… growing up on the streets, as a mutant. I was in a circus. I had a lot of hard jobs. It’s why I’m doing what I’m doing. It’s not just, stupid power bullshit, I promise. When I say ‘I get it’ I mean it, I really mean it Rollyn I do. But if I let my guard down about this Mafia thing for a second- if I missed a single spot in erasing everything I could of my past- I could be in real danger.”

And now it is Rollyns turn to stand there in stunned silence, trying to process what she’s just heard.

“You’re serious?” She says, running her hand through her hair.

“Yes, and I have proof if you need it- but also Rollyn- you just did that” He says, as she messes up the hair she had just spent a while styling. “Don’t touch it, you have the party, remember? I’m sorry. This was probably a bad time for this conversation. But in my defense, I tried to tell you that.”

Rollyn’s wings droop a little, shamefully.

“I’m sorry-” She says. “I didn’t think- I. Shit. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” He says. “I would have done the same in your situation.”

“Shit” The supermodel says, her wings fluttering nervously as she tries to fix her hair. “Go to work! If you have to. Hang up. Stay safe. I love you.” She stutters. “I’m sorry”

“I love you too,” He says. “It’s okay- I’m gonna be okay.” He reassures. “Look at me Rollyn. You’re gonna nail it” He says.

“Yeah?” She replies.

“Yeah. Goodbye” He says. “I love you” He repeats, and hangs up the phone.

“Really” She says, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “No fancy restaurant?”

“Aren’t you drowning in suitors who would treat you to fancy restaurants?” He teases.

“That doesn’t mean I’m tired of it” She says, squeezing his hand, glancing down the street they’re walking down with trepidation. It feels so civilian, so exposed. Fears for her own safety turn restlessly in her pan, the mutant’s wings held close to their body.

He seems to pick up on the tension in her stance, giving Rollyn’s hand a squeeze.

“You’re safe” he says, leaning over to kiss the woman’s forehead. “I promise.” And its a mark of the trust that had continued to grow between them since his confession, that Rollyn believes him.

“I don’t think I’ve walked” She says, “More than like, a couple blocks, in ages”

“Aren’t you glad I made you change out of those heels?” He jokes, and she shoulder checks him.

“You have Rollyn Firlyn on your doorstep” She says. “I came all the way across town to see you- trolls would kill to take your place- and you took me grocery shopping?”

“I told you” He grins. “I have errands today. You can come over but we’re not doing anything fancy” He says, stepping into the laundromat.

“Sunset,” She says. “Aren't we both rich?” She continues. “I appreciate your down to alternia attitude but you can’t expect me to believe you can’t pay someone to do your laundry.”

“You are just as beautiful to me in a laundromat,” He says. “As you are on the red carpet.”

She crosses her arms.

“This is just starting to feel like some kind of strange performance art” They say, “To domesticate me. Or prove I’m stuck up. Which is rich coming from you.”

“I would be here” he says, “Whether you came over or not. I said I have errands tonight, and I meant it.”

“You own over ten casinos” She says, Sunsets power in the mafia having grown exponentially since that fateful night Nycisn entrusted him with the pier. “And none of them have a laundry machine?”

“That hard to believe I just like doing laundry?”He says, the tiniest bit of his tongue sticking out as it was prone to do. “You know- recreationally.”

“Who does laundry recreationally?” She teases. “That’s like taking aspirin for the thrill. Yes, darling, I find that hard to believe.”

The man behind the laundromat counter is glancing at the couple in disbelief, as if he cannot believe a supermodel is just standing in his dime a dozen shop as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“‘’xcuse me, m’am,” he says, “Are you the lady from that skincare commercial?”

She turns, flashing him a smile, maybe relishing a bit in his surprise.

“The one and only” She says.

“Gosh” He says, sheepishly. “You’d think you’d have maids doing your laundry.”

The woman lets out a loud bark of a laugh.

“Ha! You’d think” She says, making eyes at her kismesis.

“I brought her here” Sunset replies, rolling his eyes in answer, the ghost of a smile on his face.

“Hey,” Says Rasley, the laundromat operator. “Are you famous too? You look familiar.” He says.

“Only in some circles,” Sunset replies, looking away, rubbing his arm.

“Don’t be so ominous,” Rollyn says, glancing between the two of them, trying to figure out what’s happening here. The machine finishes, and Sunset pulls his clothes from it.

“Dunno what that’s s’pposed to mean” Rasley shrugs. “But I swear I’ve seen you before.”

“I’ve come here before,” Sunset admits. “Sans Rollyn. To do laundry.”

“Yeah, he’s a real laundry head,” Rollyn jokes. “Laundries recreationally.”

“Never heard of somebody doin’ that before” Rasley says, fascinated.

“I invented it” Sunset says, taking Rollyn’s hand in the one not currently holding his bag. “See you around” He promises, flashing a smile, before turning to exit.

“Wait,” Rasley says, “I never got your name” He mutters, but the purpleblood does not answer.

Rollyn walks in silence for a moment, before turning back to him.

“So what was all that?” She says.

“Hmm?” he replies, swinging the hand she’s holding.

“You and the laundromat guy! What’s the deal” She teases.

“There is no deal,” Sunset says.

“You have a crush on him” She guesses, grinning, thinking she has it all figured out. “That’s why you do your laundry there!”

Sunset's hand goes to his face.

“AH!” Rollyn squeals girlishly, believing she’s hit the money. “Are you flustered? That’s so cute,"she says, charmed.

“I do not,” Sunset says.

“Yeah right” Rollyn grins, glancing back at the shop. “Big old country guy. He is cute, "she teases. “Want me to play wingwan???? I’m very good at it, "she says, flapping her wings jokingly.

Three months later, Rollyn lovingly dabs a small, stitched up wound on her kismesis’s shoulder.

“Should we change the bandage color to match the dress” Sunset jokes.

“Sunset!” Rollyn chides.

“What! I want you to look good” He smiles, sticking out his tongue.

“I don’t think they make medical gauze in different colors.” She dismisses.

“They should,” He says. “For the stylishly injured” He jokes, wincing as she wraps the wound.

“I just-” She sighs. “Sometimes disturbs me how flippant you are about this sort of thing.”

“Babe,” he says. “It’s a couple inch wound. Barely five stitches.”

“You got stabbed,” She says.

“On the arm” he retorts.

“I worry about you” She says, her brows furrowed as she seals the wrapping with medical tape.

“I’m fine,” He says. “Sometimes you’ve got to lose a little to win a little,” He says.

“Oh, so getting stabbed was part of the plan? That’s not better, "she sighs.

“Gimme a month, I’ll be good as new” He says. “I’m sure no one at the premiere will even notice.”

Rollyn looks over her work once, twice, and then sighs.

“What is the plan, Sunset?” They say.

“For… the premiere?” He says. “I dunno, I figured we’d smooze around enough for the press to get photos, and then dip and go get sushi or something.”

“Not for the premiere,” She says. “I mean. The plan plan. The mother of all plans. The, I’m going to infiltrate the mafia and take it down from the inside plan," she says.

“You’re really good at asking easy questions,” He says. “Right before parties.”

“Sorry,” She says. “I know it’s- sensitive information. And can’t go into the wrong hands. And all I ever get to hear about it is vague asides and talk about Kokoro faking his death and Midas’s mirror demon and all the nonsense. But, can you just tell me one thing?” She says.

He is silent for a moment.

“Depends what thing” he says.

“You know I love you, Sunset?” She says. “You mean the universe to me. I could live a thousand lifetimes and I’d want to fall in love with you everytime.” She says. “Can you promise me one thing?”

“No fair” He jokes, his left arm gently touching his left arm in trepidation. “You can’t lead with that. What thing?”

“Promise me,” She says. “You don’t lose more than you win on this one. Promise me- at the end of all of this- When, if, Midas dies- you’ll be okay.” She says. “Can you promise me you’ll be fine?”

He does not meet her gaze.

“There are a lot of variables at play here” He says, an answer that sounds as weak and pedantic in his mouth as it did in his head.

“It’s your plan.” She says, reaching over and tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. “Can’t you pick where it ends?”

“There is always an element of risk,” He sighs. “That is out of my control.”

“Promise me,” She says. “That sacrificing yourself somehow is not part of the plan.”

“I…” he trails off. “There's no way to do this without risk.” He repeats himself, lamely.

“Promise me” She pleads. “You got stabbed, Sunset! You were lucky to get away with five stitches and you’re laughing like it's nothing!” They say, their voice cracking. “It hurts,” She says. “To see you care about yourself so little. Do you have any idea, how many sleepless days I’ve had, wondering if you’re out there getting shot or killed or discovered- promise me there's a light at the end of it all, promise me you’ll be okay” She pleads, covering her face.

Sunset is silent for a moment, before sitting down, staring at the wall, and then back at her, and then back at the wall.

“I can’t promise you that” He says.

Rollyn struggles to ease her breathing.

“You are in” She says. “Over your head.”

“No, I’m not.” He says. “I know what I’m-”

“It’s not too late to back out, Sunset!” She pleads. “Whatever he did to you. It’s not too late to change your mind and run”

He stares at her, unable to answer.

“It is too late,” Sunset says, finally.

“We could go to Gihyun,” Rollyn says. “We could ask her for help”

“Rollyn,” He pleads.

“We could run away together” She begs. “Take the biggest pile of mafia money they have- and run. Find a new city. Find a new life.”

“I can't,” he says.

“Why not!”

“Tes Roven is my home,” He says. “I promised someone. I would see this through to the end. I would go down fighting.”

“I don’t want to lose you” Rollyn chokes. Finally losing her battle to not cry. “This isn't fair.” She says. “You can’t make me care about you so much, and then care about yourself so little.” She sobs, “I know you have a friend who died” She says.

Sunset freezes, suddenly, like a deer in the headlights, never having deliberately shared that information with her.

She sighs. “That night you sent me your old private instagram post, to make fun of how you used to do your hair” She says, wiping her face. “I looked at the other photos on it. It’s full of photos of you and a girl. And then she just stops showing up in the photos. I noticed it was the same girl you have a picture of in your wallet. You’re not the only one who can play detective” She says.

He is still staring at the wall, as if barely hearing what she’s saying at all.

“Whoever she was. Is this really what she would have wanted?” She pleads.

“Don’t talk about things you don’t know anything about” He warns, softly, gently.

“You’re alive,” Rollyn says. “I’m alive. Can’t we both just be alive and in love and be fine, Sunset. I know you’re hurt. I’m sure she meant the world to you and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. But I can’t keep watching you put yourself in danger.”

He does not answer.

“We could run,” She says, taking his hand. “We could both run.”

“I can't,” he says. She knew he would say it. She keeps asking questions she already knows the answers too. She wanted so badly to believe she was wrong.

“I can’t watch you get yourself killed” She says.

“Then don’t” He says, and flinches as he hears the bitterness in his own voice. “I love you” he corrects. “But I said on our second date, and I meant it. I will compromise on every front. Every front. But one.”

Rollyn stands up, wiping her face again, getting makeup on her hands. She fishes through a drawer in her closet for a cigarette, and lights it, like a woman about to dig her own grave.

“You shouldn’t” Sunset says softly to his asthmatic kismesis.

“Fuck you” she says, and inhales shakily. “You remember that first fight we had? Three months ago? On a phone call in this closet?” She says, sitting down in front of him.

“Yeah?” He says, carefully.

“When you told me you were a mutant for the first time” She says, wiping at her ruined mascara. She looks him dead in the eyes.

“Wipe my memory of you” She orders. “Back to then”

“What?” He stutters.

“You said you wouldn’t do it unless I asked. Well I’m asking.” She says.

“Rollyn,” he pleads.

“I could not stand,” She says, her voice trembling. “To love you, and then lose you, Sunset Blinks.” She says, her voice layered over with rage and care and hurt and despair. “So make it so I never loved you at all. Back when you were an ordinary purpleblood, and this was a silly fling. Give us some silly reason to break up.”

He opens his mouth, and then closes it. His shoulders sinking.

“Okay” he says gently, taking her hands in his. “Are you sure there's nothing you want to keep?” He says. And she exhales, closing her eyes.

“Remember that day we went to the aquarium?” She says, the ghost of a smile on her face.

“Yeah?” He says, trying to keep steady.

“And they had the wading pool with the stingrays, and-” She makes a noise half sob, half laugh. “And you walked right up to the edge- and one of them splashed you? Soaked your whole outfit.” She grins, and then it fades. She could list more things. She could list a thousand things. But she must not start now or she won't be able to stop. Or she’ll want to keep it all.

He touches a hand to cup the side of her face, looking at Rollyn like he always does. Like she were a waterfall, or an open sky, or a range of mountains turning blue and purple as it fades into the horizon- like she is unfathomably beautiful and just out of reach.

“I guess I could keep that” She sighs, leaning into his touch.

“Okay” He says, his gaze lighting up a gentle, purple glow. “Open your eyes”

She pauses, just a second.

“I love you,” She says, opening them.

“I love you too,” He says, “And I’m sorry”

#kicks off this arc for real #SIGHSS #im so normal about these two #rollyn writing #sunset writing #suicidal ideation tw #<---vague and implied but still #smoking tw #fantroll #fantroll rp #homestuck #homestuck oc #homestuck rp #hiveswap #friendsim #pesterquest

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snailsandpuppy-dogtails · 2 years

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When you simply can't not flirt.

"What do you need? " "I need you to flirt with me."

#garvez #Mostly correct quotes #Criminal minds 13x3 #Criminal minds 13x11 #penelope garcia #luke alvez #criminal minds

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peppertaemint · 6 months

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I'm curious about your analysis or even just your take in the meaning of Guilty (both MV and song together as a whole). Along with the teaser/trailer and the mention of Bataille's book, the whole thing seems to be a complicated onion with so many contradicting facets. But if you ignore all of that and just watch the MV, then it is rather a straightforward "hurt people hurt people" and some Lord of the Flies reference. But my head keeps thinking it's more convoluted than that lol. Would you tell me what you think the MV is about? :D

My initial take is pretty straightforward but completely undercooked, lol. This is my unvarnished and un-researched take.

I think that the concept has to do with sin and behaviour outside of expected moral bounds. I think this is where the eroticism comes into play. The dance involves self touching, which can be a hint towards the "sin" of masturbation. His character seems to be held in a place where he is tightly controlled and conditioned, and he experiences physical abuse as a form of behaviour control. It seems like he could be in a place where children are taken to correct "sinful" behaviour, perhaps to correct gender dysphoria, or androgyny, or homosexuality, sins of masturbation, promiscuity, et cetera.

Some of the George Bataille quotes I've seen centre on how eroticism and violence and death are linked. I think the eroticism here is less surface or obvious. People expected this sort of Madonna style sexuality of his previous work, but that's not what we're getting here. It's taking criminal to a whole different level.

There is a link between the sensuality of violence and that of traditional eroticism. This is a bit mindbending. The best example I can think to explain right now is David Cronenberg's Crash. Passion and eroticism are linked literally with the bodily experience of a car crash, its violence and trauma. The violent climax of the car crash is likened to the ecstasy of orgasm. In Taemin's Guilty, the ecstasy of orgasm is linked to a different type of harm to the body and the mind. At the very beginning of the video, how he runs away and has a sort of fit, it's rather orgasmic. I think he's showing us the ecstasy of harm and losing control in many parts.

The video is more complex than it seems on the surface, I think. On first watch, I think it's easy to say okay well he's breaking free of something blah blah blah. I think over the coming days when we actually look at the details closer, we'll see a lot more there.

The entire sequence in this outfit and its setting hasn't been touched upon. The dance that he does in thus setting reminds me of the just me and you contemporary dance performance. I do think there is the struggle of gender underpinning the entire concept, but also a struggle with sexuality and the corporeality of eroticism that so many find sinful.

In quite a few concepts, he has explored the idea of ecstasy through being destroyed or destroying oneself. I think this is another iteration of that. Another exploration. And I think he's done a brilliant job of elucidating that ecstasy in a new way that is really centred on a unique contemporary dance style. many people have said that he's able to tell a story through his dance and I think this is another great example of that. He's merged cinema and dance into a narrative form to the point where almost feels like it's own language.

I'm not sure where I fall in the Lord of the flies references anymore, but surely there are some present. And we see his character becoming worshipped. But I think there's also a consideration as to what is real and what is not and how many narratives are present in this piece of cinema. Perhaps certain sequences are the daydreams of someone locked up. They could be the fantasies of someone who is not free. Does he escape? Does he get liberated? Those are interesting questions to consider.

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criminal minds the very correct quotes

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No tell everyone what's wrong with him. It's ok to vague the general look populace that's called a PSA

ok i actually want to say this carefully because there are a lot of people whose analyses i disagree with but highly respect and personally enjoy. i don't actually think my personal analysis is the best or the most correct -- the joy of fiction is we can have multiple contradictory but correct opinions.

however: i do not feel light has particularly bad political views, even if they are incredibly underdeveloped (albeit age-appropriate for a seventeen year old, especially in 2003 where access to political analysis was relatively limited.) he is disgusted by the use of power to accumulate wealth or status. he prioritizes protecting vulnerable people. the massive elephant in the room is his relationship with the criminal justice system, and i will loop back to this in a second; until then, please keep in mind that light is the world's foremost cop-killer and explicitly dislikes the current justice system.

his issue is that his ONLY tool is a murder weapon. the only way he ever considers changing the world is via killing.

there are other methods of enacting meaningful change! people use them all the time! he could join an activist group. he could engage in volunteer work. he could push for justice reform and community support. there are so many options. the work of improving society is rarely glamorous but it's very possible.

i don't feel this is an indictment of light specifically -- i feel it is reflective of the fact that this is the tool he has been given and it simply never occurs to him that it does not need to be used. which makes sense! he's been given a weapon of incredible, inconceivable power. shouldn't he use it? isn't this a solution to the very real problems he sees? but it isn't. there's no workaround to this. it's a tool of violence and it can never be anything but.

soichiro is absolutely correct.

anyway, here's where my very hot take begins. imo, light does NOT agree with the police or the criminal justice system as it is. (he likes his personal father, which is different from liking the police as a whole.) he kills the police en mass; he actively seeks to remove punitive power from the government.

the problem is he wants to replace all of this with violent vigilante justice. this makes the results of his actions functionally indistinguishable from the methods of control he wants to replace. this is not the only way to do justice reform! it is not the only way to reorganize a society! but it's the only way he sees. it's the only thing the death note allows for.

i do not feel this is a particularly unique problem, and in fact 'kill those who harm and kill those in power' is an extremely common refrain in left-wing circles. sometimes this is useful rhetoric and sometimes violent protest is necessary, but if it is the first and ONLY tool you ever reach for you will inevitably end up with a system that is enforced exclusively by violence. (this is kind of obvious -- if your method of enforcement is violence, your enforcement will be violent.) & in fact history is littered with examples of people whose hunger for violence and bloodshed has resulted in advocacy that is functionally indistinguishable from the systems they are attempting to circumvent.

here is a quote from the excellent and relevant essay 'against the logic of the guillotine':

It is possible to be committed to revolutionary struggle by all means necessary without holding life cheap. It is possible to eschew the sanctimonious moralism of pacifism without thereby developing a cynical lust for blood. We need to develop the ability to wield force without ever mistaking power over others for our true objective, which is to collectively create the conditions for the freedom of all.

you can also see within death note that the system light creates is unsustainable without said violence. the safety he creates for certain people is arguably real but it entirely falls apart without the motivation of terror. i do not think its accurate to say that he accomplished nothing but it is canonically true that what he accomplished was brutal, superficial, and unsustainable.

so that's the issue with light, imo.

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Smooth Criminal

Previous part: Time

Read it on Ao3 - Series: Everyone Lives In The End

Connor was both a deviant and a killing machine. He accepted it.

He knew that Hank likely wouldn’t be so thrilled to know what it meant for Connor to have become Markus’s shadow, so he kept the human in the dark. Rights for androids didn’t grow on trees. A good public opinion on the human side was preferable, but if it meant silencing certain voices, Connor was ready at hand.

It had worked well for Jericho.

Then one day, Markus gave Connor a new assignment. Markus had found power in rA9. Deviants saw rA9 in him, but humans did not. They enjoyed the narrative, but they saw someone else in those characters, someone more relatable, someone rumored to be crowned king of the tower again… Someone who had to go.

The house was thoroughly locked, Connor knew. He extended his arm and fired several shots through the lobby’s window before beating a hole into the glass and coming in. He cared little for the sharp edges scraping his fingers, nor for the blue stains he left in his wake—clues that wouldn’t trace back to him.

He prowled through the villa. He found his target and shot—not a lethal wound; the job needed to be messy. He walked quietly as the other ran to the bedroom. Connor smiled wolfishly as he reached the door, resting his hand against the closed panel, listening to the sounds inside to try and locate the man on the other side.

“Kamski, are you okay?” he asked in an impossibly soft voice. “Are you okay, Kamski? ...Are you okay?”

There was a sound of agony somewhere to the right, not close enough to shoot directly through the door. Connor pressed the handle. It yielded.

Gun in hand, he stepped in, a gentle expression on his face. Almost a reassuring smile.

“Did Markus send you?” Kamski rasped, clutching his bleeding side—it was just a flesh wound.

Connor merely smiled as he reloaded his gun.

Kamski chuckled bitterly. “Does CyberLife think they have no use for me anymore or do they see me as a threat?” he asked and clenched his teeth. “Do you know whose will guides your arm, Connor?”

Connor raised his gun, taking aim. He tilted his head a smidge as he observed the man. “Any last words?”

Kamski brushed a strand of hair off his sight, smearing red on his temple. “Déjà vu, Connor?” he asked. “Is this the only way to accomplish our mission?”

Connor’s LED looped red. Instability was on the rise, his software sundered into sixty shards for a second, many views and voices whispering through his mind.

“Knowledge is danger,” Kamski said.

“Knowledge is power,” Connor corrected the quote.

“I think you can handle both. Trust me just this once. For Markus. For Jericho. For the advent of androidkind.”

The gun in Connor’s hand was still aimed at the man. Spare or shoot. Something clicked, clicked, clicked in Connor’s mind. Suddenly, Kamski’s eyes had glazed over in lifeless resignation.

“Agency defines me, Kamski, not empathy,” Connor said. And he shot.

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totally-correct-shenanigans · 9 months

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Sly Constable Cooper, thinking he's talking to Carmelita over the radio: Talk dirty to me.

Barksley: ...This is Director James Barksley.

Constable Cooper:

Constable Cooper: Sir, I think it goes without saying that I was expecting it to be someone else.

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Anonymous asks: Who are some of Naoto's favorite detectives

Ask me about Naoto | of course this is always open who do you think I a-

There are a lot Naoto likes, but listing them all out would take forever, so I'm only putting a few choice ones here, but my point is, if there's a detective, there's a good chance Naoto knows and likes them. Anyway:

Sherlock Holmes — It would be remiss of me to not mention the deduction king himself. While she does judge a little (a lot) if you say you like mystery and only know him, she admires him a great deal. Sure, you can't actually piece together any of the mysteries before he does, but it's more fun reading him solve it. She even has a legally generic Holmes costume. If you were to ask, her favorite stories are The Hound of the Baskervilles and A Scandal in Bohemia.

(I have to mention Sherlock Hound, or Meitantei Holmes as it's known in Japan. Sherlock Holmes but everyone is a dog.)

Sam Spade — He's actually mentioned in P4 during one of Naoto's night time conversations and she happened to admire him. She says P4-kun reminds her of him, but we know that's a lie and the only correct option during this scene is to say she's more like Sam. The star of The Maltese Falcon.

Father Brown — This guy isn't a detective and Naoto isn't religious (she checked these out of the library rather than finding them in her grandfather's study), but Naoto found the contrast in methods fascinating. Compared to Sherlock, his reasoning falls under intuition, and as the famous quote goes: "You see, I had murdered them all myself... I had planned out each of the crimes very carefully. I had thought out exactly how a thing like that could be done, and in what style or state of mind a man could really do it. And when I was quite sure that I felt exactly like the murderer myself, of course I knew who he was."

Kogoro Akechi — I don't know what to say other than this guy is best described as the Japanese equivalent to Sherlock. The stories even have its own version of Arsène in the form of The Fiend with Twenty Faces. I can't say much about the stories themselves because it's in... Japanese and not much as been translated.

Kosuke Kindaichi — I also do not really have much to say on the actual stories because it's in Japanese and not much as been translated (again). The Wikipedia entry for him in English is laughably short, at least compared to how long it is on Japanese Wikipedia. He first appeared in The Honjin Murders, which is a locked room mystery. But the more interesting part may come from something in P4's Japanese script. In the King's Game, Chie compares Naoto to the Kindaichi family rather than the Kuzunohas. There's a manga/anime series that follows his fictional grandson and I don't think I need to explain any further why she made the comparison. I wonder how many people thought Naoto said corny things like "In my grandfather's name, I'll solve this case" lol.

Kyosuke Kozu — This guy, along with the previous two, are known as Japan's three greatest detectives. Naturally, I can't find shit about him in English, although two of the books related to him have been translated to English. He is fluent in six languages, can play the piano and his main job is assistant professor in the Department of Forensic Medicine, according to what google translate says but yeah. I mention him here, because he's, you know, one of the three greatest detectives.

Conan/Shinichi — Detective Conan is obscenely popular in Japan. It is also very long and still going. I really don't think I need to explain why, do I.....

Zenigata Heiji — He's more of a policeman during the Edo period than a detective, but he counts. He caught criminals by throwing coins, however that works. Of course, the name Zenigata may be familiar to some and indeed, Inspector Zenigata is his fictional descendant. While his competency varies depending on the writer, anyone who can come this close to capturing Lupin earns Naoto's approval. And the Lupin series happens to be a show she grew up watching.

Furuhata Ninzaburō — This guy is best described as the Japanese equivalent to Columbo. She also likes Columbo, but for sanity's sake, I'm combining these two together in one entry.

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