S.W.A.I.M. tests out the human features and bodily functions his creators saw fit to give him. Namely, heavy drinking and sex. And maybe some food, and an attempt at expressing every emotion he can think of. Mostly the drinking and the sex, though.
These things do not necessarily have to happen separately.
A deeper look into the history of Jack and Lafitte's relationship (from "Speaking for Others: the Jack Torres Story"/"The Most Groundbreaking Ventriloquist Ever").
AOC!Michael gen (+ Dan/Michael, Benedict/Michael, Michael/OCs):
I've had good times with some bad guys. I've told whole lies with a half-smile. Held your bare bones with my clothes on. I've thrown rocks, then hid both my arms.
I've played dumb when I knew better; Tried so hard just to be clever. I know honest thieves I call family. I've seen America with no clothes on.
FILL: Part 1 (Lines 1-4)
anonymous
September 16 2011, 03:09:31 UTC
"Hey Benedict, you think that guy died?"
"I think," said Benedict, and he was already lying because Michael was sitting half-naked in front of him, "if he didn't, he's going to have some amazing, chain-shaped bruises that his wife is going to love."
Michael blinked. "He has a wife? I chain-whipped a guy who has a wife? Possibly to death?"
Benedict hummed affirmatively, splaying a hand across Michael's chest and pushing him gently to the floor.
"That's sort of troubling," Michael murmured, straining his neck in an attempt to watch Benedict's fingers. They were very distracting.
"Don't worry about it," said Benedict, kissing his throat. "We've got better things to do."
"Gngg," Michael agreed, swallowing harshly. He slid his hands down Benedict's bare back, slipping just below the waistline of his boxers and snapping the elastic, and forgot what he'd been unhappy about.
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Okay, so he wasn't the Zodiac Killer, but the guy didn't own the name, right? Anyway, it wasn't like anybody was going to remember the story the next morning
( ... )
FILL: Part 2 (Line 5)
anonymous
September 16 2011, 03:14:06 UTC
Sure, he could have just clicked 'submit.' But that would be boring, and wouldn't involve standing closer to Dan than he was comfortable with.
“Okay, I don't... where is it, Michael?”
“Where's what?”
“Your article.”
“Oh, that. It's gone.”
Dan sighed and took the text back a step. A pair of ASCII boobs appeared. He ignored Michael's smirk and took it back several more steps. Six paragraphs about obscene pieces of cutlery filled the page.
“Aw, you didn't even look at the boobs. They took me like forever.”
“Uh-huh.” Dan submitted the article, carefully not making eye contact with Michael. He wasn't sure his sanity was up to jumping that particular hurdle today.
Nevertheless, he could hear the wide grin on his face.
“Well, that's done. Let's go do fun stuff!”
“Here's - what we're gonna do... I am going to tell you - again - how submitting an article works, and... try not to wonder how you did this before I got here, and you are going to write the steps down on a post-it note and stick it to you computer, or your wall, or just
( ... )
FILL: Part 3 (Line 6, part 1)
anonymous
September 16 2011, 03:18:54 UTC
Michael shot out the door, babbling about telepathic fire alarms, without the car keys or the shopping list. Dan counted down from five and folded his arms as the door slammed back open.
“Hey, what was I doing just now?”
Michael's mind had not been created to function like everyone else's. The reason for it was a moot point. The simple fact was that he didn't work like other people, and he'd grown up never being forced to try it. He could act like a normal, boring person when the situation called for it, but trying to think like one was dull and somehow deeply terrifying
( ... )
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S.W.A.I.M. tests out the human features and bodily functions his creators saw fit to give him. Namely, heavy drinking and sex. And maybe some food, and an attempt at expressing every emotion he can think of. Mostly the drinking and the sex, though.
These things do not necessarily have to happen separately.
Assume they gave him actual legs at some point.
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I've had good times with some bad guys.
I've told whole lies with a half-smile.
Held your bare bones with my clothes on.
I've thrown rocks, then hid both my arms.
I've played dumb when I knew better;
Tried so hard just to be clever.
I know honest thieves I call family.
I've seen America with no clothes on.
-- "Cheerleader," St. Vincent
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"I think," said Benedict, and he was already lying because Michael was sitting half-naked in front of him, "if he didn't, he's going to have some amazing, chain-shaped bruises that his wife is going to love."
Michael blinked. "He has a wife? I chain-whipped a guy who has a wife? Possibly to death?"
Benedict hummed affirmatively, splaying a hand across Michael's chest and pushing him gently to the floor.
"That's sort of troubling," Michael murmured, straining his neck in an attempt to watch Benedict's fingers. They were very distracting.
"Don't worry about it," said Benedict, kissing his throat. "We've got better things to do."
"Gngg," Michael agreed, swallowing harshly. He slid his hands down Benedict's bare back, slipping just below the waistline of his boxers and snapping the elastic, and forgot what he'd been unhappy about.
---
Okay, so he wasn't the Zodiac Killer, but the guy didn't own the name, right? Anyway, it wasn't like anybody was going to remember the story the next morning ( ... )
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“Okay, I don't... where is it, Michael?”
“Where's what?”
“Your article.”
“Oh, that. It's gone.”
Dan sighed and took the text back a step. A pair of ASCII boobs appeared. He ignored Michael's smirk and took it back several more steps. Six paragraphs about obscene pieces of cutlery filled the page.
“Aw, you didn't even look at the boobs. They took me like forever.”
“Uh-huh.” Dan submitted the article, carefully not making eye contact with Michael. He wasn't sure his sanity was up to jumping that particular hurdle today.
Nevertheless, he could hear the wide grin on his face.
“Well, that's done. Let's go do fun stuff!”
“Here's - what we're gonna do... I am going to tell you - again - how submitting an article works, and... try not to wonder how you did this before I got here, and you are going to write the steps down on a post-it note and stick it to you computer, or your wall, or just ( ... )
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“Hey, what was I doing just now?”
Michael's mind had not been created to function like everyone else's. The reason for it was a moot point. The simple fact was that he didn't work like other people, and he'd grown up never being forced to try it. He could act like a normal, boring person when the situation called for it, but trying to think like one was dull and somehow deeply terrifying ( ... )
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