#nefarious activities

[vanillimouse]

CW: Cannibalism (fantasized), blood, gagging (no vomiting), DARK

Thinking about a reader that struggles with love that’s all-encompassing.

Maybe you’ve been deprived of it and are fascinated by the concept—or the reverse, you’re spoiled rotten, no a foreign concept to you. Either way, you’re greedy. Looking upon human features with a sense of sonder isn’t enough. You need to touch them, crush them, own them. Squeeze the color out of their eyes and suck the melanocytes out of their skin.

A reader who knows that the average 250-pound hog will yield 150,000 calories’ worth of meat. A reader who knows this varies based on the pig. A reader who also knows that, essentially, humans are long pigs, similar enough to swap organs.

It’s natural to you that you’re drawn to men in the military. They’re the biggest, the baddest. The strongest—taking one down would be like a hominid versus a mammoth. The challenge excites you. And everything about them is documented well, from their muscle mass to their blood type. The government’s finest pigs, and you get to pick.

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SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

Your love for him makes you feel awful.

It’s unfortunate that you met him. He’s lived an animal existence already—knows what it’s like for greedy things to pick and pick. There are scars on his body and nicks in his ears. He pads around like some sad dog. Not aimlessly, but like he believes he should be somewhere worse. Like he’s grateful for the nothing he’s gotten.

You think the universe has a sick sense of humor. You wonder if he lived as a lamb once and was butchered. And then was brought back to be human and butchered again. And again. Mentally, then physically, metal hooks cozy in his ribs. You wonder if you’re just fate for him. Because of this, you remain delicate.

He’s quiet company. So are you. You appreciate it. It lets you mull over him. Your favorite part of him is his eyes, you think. Feline almond made sultry by the paint smeared across his lids. Pretty, two matching voids, both framed by eyelashes more luscious than your own. You like the contrast; golden hairs, black iris. His gaze is sharp. You can tell where he’s looking even if you can’t see his pupils.

That’s a part you’d miss if you decided to devour him: his alertness. It must be hell for him, but it’s a wonder for you. His eyes eternally flick, scan. There’s an intelligence they’d miss if they glazed over. If they unfocused forever.

Your growth is proportionate to his. At first, it’s silent lunches spent together–revelment in and acclimation to a new source of heat nearby. If he grunts, so do you. If he speaks, so do you. You wonder if he’ll tire of you, interpret your mimicry of him as mockery. He doesn’t. If anything, he appreciates the space. You’re inoffensive.

Seeing his petals open only makes you hungrier. He’s quite talkative with those he’s close to. He’s goofy, too–something easy to miss under his deadpan delivery. When he fucks with you, it makes you greedy. Saliva pools under your tongue. He’d be warm, you think. Fit for a stew. Something that steams as high as the tea you both shared in your silence. Hardy, spiced. You pretend to hate his dad jokes.

When you lunge at him, it’s because he let you touch him. That was an unspoken rule for months–you didn’t touch him. He hovered in your space, tantalizingly close, casting a shadow over you, but he was off-limits. Not until he gave you the okay.

It was while you sat beside him on his bed, watching him craft a new mask. Another period of silence. Those were rarer these days, but still happened. You were happy to listen to his breathing, to observe the dexterity of his long, weathered fingers. He had gotten tangibly better at stitching. They were less visible. Straighter; neater. You would joke about it, but you were too comfortable.

You leaned in too close. You could blame it on his weight tugging you in his direction like a gravitational pull. You could also blame it on your peace-softened limbs, bones boiled down to jelly. Either way, your arm brushed his. You could tell it did because he tensed the microsecond before he felt the fabric of your long-sleeve.

You were ready to apologize. Fully prepared for him to kick you out, to ban you from the one place he found safe. You couldn’t conceptualize your punishment. It was a rule you had never broken before, not even by accident.

Your mouth opened and he silenced you. The roundness of your eyes and the way you gathered your body was sorry enough.

“‘S fine.” He muttered, but he stopped sewing. The needle sat frozen between his fingers, eyes fixed on nothing in particular. You cleared your throat.

“Could I, then…?” You were greedy. You were pushing your luck. “Just your shoulder, I mean.”

“Said it’s fine.” He huffed.

Your touch was light, experimental. Like he was a fragile bird that you got to hold. He didn’t tense as much because he expected you. You promised the shoulder, but your hand moved lower. Away from the dip of his collarbone to the expanse of his bicep. It was thick–your fingers, spread as they were, couldn’t wrap around it. You trailed lower, lower, lower still, until it was his wrist you were threatening. His hand had moved away from his lap. It rested on the bed, available to you.

Down a hand, he bundles the needle in the mask and casts it aside. “Pettin’ me like I’m a dog.”

“I thought that’s what you wanted?” Your voice betrays the grin on your face.

You don’t even care to look up. You’re too engrossed in this. He runs hot, infernal against your fingertips. He’s pale enough for you to be able to trace his veins, so you do–trailing blue until you reach the leather of his palms.

“I hear that if you can see an ‘M’ on your palm, it means you’ll get married someday.”

“Yeah? You see one?”

“Yeah. And I feel sorry for the lass.”

He chuckles at that. It’s a low rumble, probably the closest he can get to a giggle. You like it. It makes you feel starved. With two of your own, you lift his limp hand. It’s heavy. Veins roll down his palms like lightning bolts.

You don’t know if you can handle this. His flesh is a temptation to you. He doesn’t understand that you want to score him and roast him over an open flame. You want him to be part of you forever. You think it’s beautiful, what male grasshoppers do to satisfy their mates. The idea of his body fueling your own is euphoric.

The attack is abrupt. You’re staring into the webbing between his fingers, then your teeth are in it. Specifically at his thumb where there’s a bit of extra skin. You clench your jaw as hard as you can muster, and to your surprise, he hisses. He’s human, but he didn’t strike you as one to show pain.

His blood trickles into your mouth. It isn’t much, as you didn’t clamp down on a hotspot. It’s thick and savory and rich to you. You groan and flex your jaw, chewing on him, urging more blood to eke out.

His hand tangles in your hair. It’s the roughest thing he’s ever done to you. The pain in your scalp is excruciating enough to loosen your jaw.

The noise you make when he forces you away from him is inhuman. Like a wounded animal, like a parasite detached from its host. Your eyes are misty. You’ve been caught. You don’t know how to explain that this is what love means to you. There’s no other method for you to cope. You want every piece of him that’s still intact.

“Please, S-”

“Easy, love.” He catches you before his name spills like his blood from your mouth. It’s gathered at the edge of your bottom lip. He didn’t bleed that much; it’s mixed with your spit. You’re drooling.

“I just need-” You grit your teeth, eyes squeezing shut. His wounded hand is moving. It cups and swallows the lower half of your face. His other hand remains in your hair, but it loosens.

This is a messy affair. He’s rubbing blood on you. His thumb, pad already slick with your spit, slides past your lips. He taps his nail against your teeth. The gates open. You allow him to slide his thumb over your tongue slowly. There’s a salty taste to him.

“Shoulda told me this ‘s what you needed.” He grunts. His thumb doesn’t stop moving, not even when your teeth pinch at him. This bite doesn’t seem to affect him. Either his fingers are less sensitive or you simply caught him off guard the last time. You gurgle.

He continues until his thumb hooks and a wave of nausea washes over you. You release his thumb, if not for a moment, and nearly choke on your spit.

“Careful.” He warns. “This better?”

In your valiant battle against vomiting, you push more saliva out of your mouth. It slips like molasses down to your chin. You try to bite again and manage. But when the pressure is too much, his massive thumb hooks again. This time, you do gag.

It’s torture. You can taste him, you can nip him, but you can’t gnaw on him. A tear rolls down your cheek.

“We can do this for as long as you like.” Simon purrs. He’s petting your hair, now, soothing you. You’re like a disobedient puppy to him.

You should be angry, but you honestly feel relieved. He knows how to handle you. He sees your sickness and treats you with the best medicine that he can think of. Your teeth grind—you feel thick skin shifting over bone. His tongue clicks.

He hooks his thumb.

#first time I’m posting my writing ouuhhh I’m gonna hurl #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #price gaz and soap are next #SORRY #dark cod fic #writings from space #nefarious activities #call of duty #ghost cod #simon riley x reader

[bamsara]

Spare Narilamb doodles for Trod Au, some of which are canon but these are out-of-context/timeline

#narilamb #trod au #the rehabilitation of death #cult of the lamb #doodles #sorry for not being super active i have been WRITING and also up to nefarious schemes #cotl narinder #cotl lamb

[shirkers2018dirsanditan]

it is so funny in the age of andrew tate where social media is legitimately unusable because of the sheer volume of men who have made it their actual hobby to harass and insult and demean women online. the other day i saw a video of a 13 year old softball pitcher, and the video was her just absolutely killing it, 10 strikeouts. and the comments section was entirely full of grown men mocking her for her weight and her appearance. i have literally seen videos where women are posting their outfits for their female audience and there are random men in the comments calling her ugly or mid or a slut or whatever. like actually everywhere. meanwhile women are obsessed with extolling the virtues of short men and pudgy men and even arguing for dating men you don’t even find attractive because they’re “funny.” men never ever do that for women and certainly not so much so that it’s trending. meanwhile school administrators are ringing the alarm about just how many boys are watching andrew tate and other male influencers and how it is making them treat their female peers even worse. women joke about getting an ick, but men have made so many womanhating podcasts even male comedians are making fun of it

#like ok lol #you not slick #this a classic projection #and some of you it is actively nefarious

[bri-cheeses]

Evan, rounding a corner of the greenhouses and seeing Barty, who looks like he’s been caught doing something illegal: “Uh… mind telling me what you got there, Crouch?”

Barty, who is holding a knife covered in thick, dark red liquid:

Barty: “I’m making Kool-Aid”

Evan: “Right. And… why are you wearing gloves?”

Barty: “‘Cause I don’t want to get my germs in it.”

Evan, squinting suspiciously: “But why’s it so dark and thick?”

Barty: “Because, Evan, I like it to be one part Kool-Aid powder and one part water. Duh.”

Evan: 🤨

Barty: 😀

Evan: 🤨🤨

Evan: “Can I have some?”

Barty, whipping out a pitcher of Kool-Aid from nowhere: “Yeah of course”

#just two boyfriends having an impromptu picnic together ☺️ #definitely not engaging in nefarious and illegal activities #rosekiller #evan rosier #barty crouch jr

[princess-ibri]

Darkside Disney Princesses: Ariel

Ariel’s fall begins after the destruction of her grotto, when in this timeline, Sebastian decides actually go and tell Triton she’s about to head off to seek a deal with Ursula

Still reeling from the discovery of all of Ariel’s human objects, and pushed even further in his paranoia and fear for his daughter’s safety, Triton’s anger explodes again at this reckless act and he has Ariel locked in a tower room in the palace until she finally ‘comes to her senses’

He also takes the step of making sure Ursula never tries to meddle with any of his daughters ever again. The Nautilus necklace protects her from the magic of the Trident just enough that she survives, but is forced to flee far beyond Atlantica’s borders (per the backstory rules I’ve set for my DisneyVerse)

This act only makes Ariel’s anger towards her father that began with the destruction of her treasures grow, and without the wonder of gaining human form and her prince’s love, and the isolation of her punishment, that anger turns into deep burning resentment.

Never one to take things lying down, Ariel attempts again and again to escape her confinement, each time she’s caught stoking Triton’s ire and her own resentment. Both of their hot tempers get the better of them, driving wedges between Ariel and her friends who fail to help her, and Triton and his people, as he takes his frustration out on them.

But something has begun to stir within Ariel, fueled by the darkness and despair growing within her heart. All the royal line has some aptitude for magic, as evidenced by their ability to wield the great Trident without being overcome by it. But in most of them it stays small and unfocused, unneeded in daily life.

But now Ariel has both focus and need. Her singing voice has always been special, even among her sisters lovely voices. There’s always been something about it that people feel drawn towards, and now, now she begins to feel it’s power growing within her, feeding off her anger, her despair, her desires. And she hones it as best she can from a gift into a weapon.

And finally, one night, a guard finds himself succumbing to the beautiful song that begs him to unlock the door, and then sleep so that he does not see the princess escape…. Ariel does not stay long enough to discover that he never wakes again.

The moment she’s free, Ariel takes off into open water, determined to place as much distance between herself and her now hated father—and to find the Prince she saved, three long years ago. The memories of him have been her only real companions, and isolation has fanned what could have become True Love given the chance into an obsession, fueled by her growing Magic, a magic she does not truly know how to control.

She begins stalking the ships that cross the ocean waves, singing out to the sailors who work them, seeking her lost love, calling him to her. She does not mean to cause men to leap overboard for want of her, lured in by her song. But neither can she save all of them. Sometimes she doesn't even notice they’ve lept into the waves, too focused on seeking for the face of her prince to notice that of any other man.

The sailors who survive spread the tale of the siren that haunts the waters around the kingdom, a fiend hair as red as blood and a voice that draws men to their deaths, the ships begin to travel with supplies of cotton to cover their ears, and harpoons to put an end to any mermaid they might see.

Ariel does not care, she barely feels the nicks of the spears as the graze her, thrown by men made too clumsy to kill by her song, powerful enough now to seep in past the cotton. She is seeking Her Prince, and she will not stop until she finds him.

Meanwhile, the prince who is now a King, who was forced two years ago to give up his dreamer’s quest for the girl with the beautiful voice who saved him, and marry a suitable royal bride for the prosperity of his kingdom, now finds that kingdom threatened by the presence of a monster from the deep.

When enough men to man three ships have been lost to the deep trying to subdue it, he decides it’s time he protects his kingdom himself.

He bids farewell to his wife, who he is fond of, even if he does not love her, and their young child, who he does, and sails off into the sea to strike down this foe.

He never returns.

And the Siren who haunts their shores remains, still searching, still singing for the Prince she lost, who in her madness she did not even recognize when he lept into the waves, pulled like all others by her song. The gash on her side from his spear is the closest to a kiss they will ever share in this life…

#Darkside Disney Princesses #Darkside Disney princess #my art #disney #dark Ariel #Ariel #the little mermaid #tlm #prince eric #(yeah this did turn out kinda similar to the Dark Aurora one #but in that Aurora is actively luring people into the woods for Maleficent’s nefarious purposes #and her prince follows more or less willingly #Ariel has just become overcome with her desires and anger to the point of losing herself to her magic #she doesn’t mean to drown anyone #spooky season #halloween #disney villains #darkside disney

[thatsbelievable]

#Here are the Names of 29 Turkeys That Have Not Appeared on Any List of “Most Wanted” Criminals #Though We Must Add it’s Not Because These Turkeys Aren’t Criminals #it’s Just That Their Nefarious Activities Have Yet to be Revealed #turkey #turkeys #unreality #Cat Dingo #Louella the Knife #Bob Gobble #Percy Doom #Melba McStealy #Fritz Von Poodle #The Great Thieverinio #Ned Bisby the Dynamite King #Harriet of the Sharpened Claws #Brambles the Donkey #Automobile — the Game #Hot Doodles

[soundsofastar]

hello chat

#wip #up to nefarious activities.

[oraclebell17]

did i forget to share a mothval........

#mothval is Every Pronoun That Exists to me #he is stockpiling them for hir nefarious activities #doodle #arvalposting

[hermitcrabcross]

HELLO HI MORE DOODLES OF MINE

get ready. because i am about to send a ramble post below.

SO. ABOUT A WHILE AGO, I SENT THESE:

these, my friends, are ideas. I MIGHT MAKE AN AU. AND IM GOING TO CALL IT DESTROID. BECAUSE I SAID SO. the gist of the plot and thoughts about the characters has already been written down, so im sure you know where im getting at THAT DOESN'T MEAN I WON'T MAKE CONCEPT ART. JUST YOU WAIT. IT'S COMING. AND IM EXCITED TO FINALLY DRAW FERAL SHAPES AND SAD SHAPES

#im soooo nefarious #getting this shapes into big trouble :3 #my favourite activity #doodle #the doodles of cross 2023 #jsab au #jsab art

[dying-suffering-french-stalkers]

god help me i'm going insane about dickson xenoblade again

#this is what i get for thinking about lord of the rings too hard this week (specifically denethor / gríma / saruman and the like) #thinking about the way anthony may delivered “when will you learn you HAVE no future?” #he thinks shulk is fully DEAD at that point. he thinks HE killed him. which he very much meant to. but now that the kid is no longer there #now that the terrible future he's been preparing for and actively working to bring about has in fact come about #i don't know that dickson really cared anymore. he played his part he did the deed expected and he did it unquestioningly. So What Now? #well. now nothing. now the world that he spent so long biding his time in; so long getting enmeshed in (even for nefarious purposes) #is about to end; is about to be gone forever. #sure zanza will probably just create another world and maybe he (dickson) will have Even More Power in the new one #(though that's not a given! he doesn't know for SURE his lord and god will keep his promise!) #but like. what the hell does he care at this point #dickson SAYS he wants power but i suspect that long long ago what the giant dickson really wanted was SURVIVAL. #we never get to know just how he became a disciple or what the giant civilization looked like in its heyday or how it ended #but in MY headcanon dickson saw that some kind of destruction coming and he wanted Out #and maybe he hated his peers and figured any power and prestige that came from this bargain was just a bonus #i think he thought of himself as a saruman type: powerful; remote; far above the petty troubles of mortals (even the long-lived high entia) #but i have always headcanoned that by his later days (i.e. when he started engaging w/colony 9; machina village; etc. in earnest) #he committed too hard to the bit and started “going native” as it were; started to give a shit in ways that he would never dare admit #maybe not as much of a shit as; you know; a regular guy would. but more than an immortal disciple and horseman of the apocalypse should. #and all the time knowing that all the world he'd seen would soon be gone #maybe everyone else can get fucked. but shulk had to die too. and that's what their god MADE them to do. #he can't allow himself to care or to hope for another option bc in his mind it's already over; decided; that's it #what else can you do in the face of ultimate power but bow to it and take whatever scraps may fall to an obedient servant? #“you have no future” nor does he except that shulk came back. except that the peoples of bionis/mechonis just wouldn't accept Fate. #and in some final rebellious corner of his mind he starts putting eggs in shulk's basket. “if they can't even defeat telethia they won't #stand a chance against me (or zanza)” so let's see if they CAN. oh they did? how about a dragon? oh fuck they defeated the dragon too? #well fuck. maybe there WAS another option all along. but will/can they stand against me; the final disciple? oh they can?? #guess i'll die then bc i'm not looking THAT in the face. i am NOT unpacking my cowardice/failure/lack of vision after all these years. #good luck with that tho <3 you're welcome for the training btw. where i'm going i don't have to see your trauma assuming you live that long. #dickson #xenoblade

[stuckintheflesh]

I'm quitting my job and mann I'm gonna miss looking at tumblr porn while at work :(

#my fav nefarious activity #my post

[ukiyowi]

Life update ! Had to go be taken to the hospital for dehydration and now I have hospital bills to pay. My body needs to stop putting me in debt I'd literally rather die 💀💀💀💀

#taa ily ! #MAKE IT STOP #anyways #how do i get money bro #sometimes i genuinely wanna turn to nefarious activities for it #and my roommates being annoying and watching things off mute #i just came back like 5 mins ago from the hospital

[mxtxfanatic]

I just love how all the horror scenarios of this book are actually just the reality of modern-day America, and has been for quite a few decades if you are a part of certain ethnic groups 🙃

#human reads time limited hunt #'what if technology was used to surveil you and keep track of your movements and thoughts through every second of the day???' #'what if machines imitated real people to initiate convos with targets for nefarious purposes???' #'what if machines predicted criminal activities to arrest certain people before crimes are committed???' #'what if machines instigated regular people into committing crimes solely for the purpose of arresting them for said crimes???' #welcome to being black in america #welcome to being muslim in america #welcome to america the moment you run afoul of a law enforcement officer or a rich person or a white person #the only difference between this story and reality #is that the story has the machines doing this autonomously #while in reality people are the ones programming machines to do this #as this has been the practice of criminal law since the inception of this nation #welcome to america!

[butchsophiewalten]

are there any theories that you hope turn out to be canon or some that you just enjoy? i find most theories around jack to be pretty interesting, though mainly the one of him being bon, in a way it would make what bon did rosemary alot more sad than it already is

This is a hard question to answer! Though I am pretty ride or die when it comes to Jack being Bon, but like I've said before I don't take that as simple as a concept as a lot of other people have.

Here's a theory I really like thinking about, that I never really talk about publicly because it frankly sounds really crazy. I'm always thinking about these bits of text on /ghosttalk, one of the pages in Anthony's part of findjackwalten:

"The Un-Dead can't interact with the physical world"? "By doing this process of communication you're allowing spirits to 'enter' the physical world through objects"? Those ideas seem really surprising when pitted against what we've seen of ghosts in this universe! And the bit about how it's possible to communicate with spirits through objects which were meaningful to them in their life really evokes Rocket to me, an object which we know *is* possessed by two spirits who had a meaningful connection to it in their lives.

This, and Rocket's whereabouts post-crash are a bit of a mystery if you discount any information that doesn't come from the series itself (IE: discord messages). We know thanks to Ashley that by 1978 they're in the K-9 facility, and are probably still there even in 1982, but how they got there is the question. The scene in BunnyFarm seems to imply that Felix left them wherever he buried Edd & Molly, but considering that the scenes in BunnyFarm seem focused on portraying the emotions of a situation rather than being a literal 1:1 retelling of events, that information may not necessarily be accurate.

So what am I getting at? Well, if Rocket, post-crash, is in K-9, we have to image that there's someone who has or had access to Rocket post-crash and also has access to K-9. Which, most obviously, would be Felix. And for Rocket to be possessed by Edd & Molly, we have to imagine that there's someone who has or had access to Rocket and was aware of Edd & Molly's deaths and of their personal connection to the doll. Which, maybe not so obviously, would also be Felix. Which I just think is crazy! The thought that Rocket is only possessed because Felix intentionally made some sort of attempt to contact Edd & Molly's spirits through the doll is just a huge idea. That massively shakes up our understanding of the events post-crash. And I really like that!

I think even if this idea ended up being totally off-base, I would just as easy welcome any other theory that just really shakes up the status quo when it comes to how we understand things like the possession of the robots, the downfall of Bon's Burgers, and Jack's disappearance, which we're definitely in for anyway.

#ask #writing the words 'the downfall of bon's burgers' makes me wanna see a walten files fan video thats just like #one of those 'the downfall of [pop culture thing]' but about bons burgers. played completely straight and as if the restaurant is real #ideally they would mention the Rumors of nefarious activity but would call them largely unsubstantiated. keeping with the idea that even in #-anthony's day no one really knows the truth about what happened with the company

[grelleswife]

Further confirmation that Doll is heavily involved in “taking care of” the kids at F.O.L. Orphanage, albeit not in the benevolent sense Snake assumes. 😬 Obviously, Doll was never completely innocent even while alive given the troupe’s shady business on Lord Kelvin’s behalf…but seeing her innate kindness towards the fellow outcasts of Noah’s Ark Circus distorted to train up these children for Undertaker’s and/or R!Ciel’s devious schemes honestly breaks my heart a little.

#kuro spoilers #kuroshitsuji spoilers #kuroshitsuji 195 #kuroshitsuji #doll #freckles #and in the circus arc she generally wasn’t *directly* involved in the worst of the troupe’s nefarious deeds #(at least from what i recall) #while here she seems to be actively complicit in the sinister goings-on

[protonpowered]

Quick question whilst at work, don't mind me

Is there anyone else who doesn't ship Dr Nefarious with Qwark? I can't be the only one who doesn't ship it, surely? Where's everyone hiding at? Where's all the lovers for his other ships 🚢?

#the only nefarious i would ship with qwark is the emperor #i know theyve never met but it amuses me #dr nefarious #this isnt a critical post im just wondering where everyone else is #maybe talk #i know its not an especially active fandom but a person can still hope right?