#unethical edition

[myfuckingpenexploded]

how to win any argument

OK SO ITS TIME FOR THE ACRONIM

NFBBICSCSD (pronounced like you think it is)

(warning this is satire i dont mean to offend anyone)

Never be the bigger person. Don't be mean, this is just a warning if you want to be the bigger person, skip this guide.

Flirt. A basic one, but it works. Make them so uncomfy act like you enjoy this call them pretty boy it does not matter just flirt

Bamboozle. Confuse them with fake words. While they're googling what they mean, think of a good argument.

Bewilder. Talk fast. thats all

Infantilise. Act like they're a fussy toddler.

Confuse. start talking about random things

Slutshame. as a treat yk.

Change the subject. THE WEATHERS BEEN NICE HASNT IT BETHANY

Scare. Make them think you're crazy

Deflect. UNO REVERSE NOW YOU'RE THE ONE BEING BERATED

anyway have fun

#satire #kind of #how to win any argument #unethical edition

[agueforts]

ayda aguefort

[maxsix]

#this was entirely too difficult to edit into bw at this unethical size #yeonjun #choi yeonjun #tomorrow x together #txt #txt yeonjun #it caused all manner of graining #but it had to be done

[galactic-dragoness]

Disney overseas: "We have to censor the gay couple kissing because China will get upset."

Nintendo overseas: "REJOICE - UNCENSORED TRANSGENDER GHOST BE UPON YE."

#please don't take this seriously I am aware they are both extremely unethical faceless corporations #but...nintendo does get ONE mark #paper mario #I will edit these tags later #paper mario ttyd

[widowshill]

— I couldn't care less about your future. — Well, you'd better care, because you're part of it, and so is your wife.

r/v/b for @tortoisesshells.

#victoria devlin starring in: i gave up trying to find my father so i just got a few boyfriends old enough to be my dad. or my uncle. #tortoisesshells #➤ roger collins & victoria winters & burke devlin. ┊ to know how it ends‚ and still begin to sing it again. #➤ edits & art. ┊ the evans cottage art gallery. #gifs. #i've been accused of not exactly truth-telling when it comes to posting about r/v ... well. #this is lies. we made it up. but look at them! aren't they just darling! #thank you 60's daytime television. #this is my unethical polycule. the nonmonogamy is consensual and negotiated we're just evil in other ways. #(one of them framed another one for vehicular manslaughter and sent him to prison. #two of them have been the other one's employees at one point or another. #they have all — at some point — accused each other of murder; except for accusing vicki who is by all accounts an angel #and who would NEVER frame her boyfriend for her manslaughter on purpose. although this does happen in canon. accidentally.) #also that she stabs roger with a knife in the au but that's not *really* her fault because she's under hypnotic vampire influence. #(and – moreover that roger a. deserves it and b. enjoys it) #because they are doomed to reenact the machinations of collinsport's tripartite love story. #because a woman in possession of josette's (& laura's) locket; of an adventuring‚ prosperous husband who builds her a home in collinsport; #of a vampire-coded boyfriend also in love with her but doomed chiefly to yearning and the occasional bite; #of a foretold fate of falling from the cliffside; and on top of all that is a brunette – well‚ she must be josette.

[aliensupersyn]

This was DARK

Join my anime Discord and talk about anime and shit w me!

#spy x family #sxf edit #anime #anime edit #yuri briar #a whole secret police arresting an undercover journalist #even tho he was lying #he still saw like inequality and wanted to change it #did they really need to arrest him? #no #but that's the point #the secret police are unethical

[liu-yu-xin]

its literally just photoshop 😭 like an ungodly amount of photoshop

#but i do kind of like when a fansite has a really distinctive way of editing and colouring #to this day i could recognize beforesunrise's photos of yuxin #as opposed to the ones that just slap a whitening filter on thats not only unethical but also lazy. work for it. #sometimes u get so used to seeing the lovingly photoshopped fansite photos and u see a raw ass gettys image photo #from an western event where the photographer doesnt care if u live or die and takes the photo at an angle to make them look 5ft2 and no #skin blurring and its really quite jarring #like wow u look like a real person made of skin and flesh for once #sidney talks shit

[dolyx]

(going to sydney's house except that u get the chance to improve ur housekeeping skills bc none of these mfs has the time nor energy to keep things tidy around them.)

#very very dependent on sirris' love bc confidentiality of (student) records and all that #u can do what a typical housekeeper does but at sirris high love u might get a chance to #mm #compile/arrange records/future reading materials for her class? #hell maybe you can make dinner for them too #HOPEFULLY #hypothetically..... #letting a student stay in a teacher's house at around 9-10pm is unethical ofc but hypothetically #if at high hiiigh love #u can stay #and around that time you can make dinner for them too bc i doubt these mfs eat healthy at most days #u can stay for dinner but i think u wont get the chance to stay for the night whoopsies #bc: sirris #goshe dol rambles #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #sirris the science teacher #ALSO I LIKE TO THINK #that maybe if u pass out from exhaustion/fatigue u'd wake up in either one of their beds #but maybe that's the sirris fucker in me speaking #edit: SIRRIS CAN COOK #and sydney likes their cooking omg #now i just wanna imagine learning from sirris how to cook.......

[dysaniadisorder]

i hate how normalized military is in the us im gonna rip my hair out

#i just. was talking w friends today #one of them was talking abt how he was almost convinced by the recruitment lady to join the navy and i was like. dude #and i was talking about how messed up it is that they send in people like that and catch kids like him #and my friends were like. you cant really blame her for doing her job. its her JOB like yes. it is her job. its fucking Bad #my best friend got all angry cuz his dad was in the navy. babe idc if he didnt actually fight he shouldnt have done it ♡ #''people get drafted'' you have to dodge the draft. #''thats illegal'' yes. this is a requirement for if you are drafted. you Have to just not. #no one said action would be comfortable nor convenient. in fact it is going to be almost none of either #you are gonna have to face that the military murders human beings and your dad is not any better #and people who its ''just their job'' to do it chose that job. and they know #''you cant get mad at the worker woman; you have to get mad at the institution'' no im mad at the individual woman too #just because its your job to manipulate kids and kill Arab people doesnt mean its okay #''not everyone in the military is actively fighting'' no! they arent. but they are helping those that are. #they are not complicit but actively helping. you have to do anything and everything you can to just Not Fucking do that #ANYONE in the military has failed being a decent human 101. being in any part of the military means you are okay with centuries of genocide #and encourage even more. its not 'just your job' you are OK and more for relentless murder and i wish you harm #anyways. sometimes repeating & internalizing the things ur parents say means watch our for road traps and the beatles are good. #sometimes it is US propaganda and just because it is in your own house and coming from a loved one doesnt mean you cant not fall for it #edit not to mention him saying this the day after aaron bushnell died. dude #unethical jobs exist. it is everyones job to bring them down #''its just her job'' was Bushnells sacrifice not fucking enough for you??? and the millions of dead Palestinians????? christ

[agendratum]

she's home and she's beautiful!!

now i just need to wait for the second book to come out so i can actually get a svsss book i haven't read yet (yes, having two first svsss books at home was not, in fact, a part of my plan when i originally bought the seven seas edition two years ago)

it's such a good green color. and soft touch. and the pages are nice. and aaaaah

i will definitely read it, even tho i read the first book already, to get the feel for the translation, the names and everything, idk if i will be able to but i'll try to wait for the second book to at least be announced, so i won't have to wait too much to read the next part after i finish the first one. again.

#TWO YEARS #and the fact that our edition surely will get censored #amazon just let me place your stupid order #god really but the irony #you go on tumblr dot com and people here talk about how unethical and borderline evil of a company amazon is #and then amazon won't let me order from them for ethical reasons #it doesn't make them any more ethical of course #just the irony #sorry sometimes i think about those things #chattering

[voidendron]

Vows

Star Wars: The Old Republic Sometime during the 5-year KOTFE gap; Breaktown, Zakuul Warnings: Unethical Experimentation, Minor Injury, Needles Characters: Varrich Tophrik (former Havoc CO, he/him, Mirialan), Montiiresc Rehm ("medic," he/him, Human)

“Who the hell did they have you dueling?”

It was a rhetorical question. They both knew the injuries could have only been sustained from Dawn.

Monty shook his head as he sutured the gash in Varrich’s shoulder (Dawn’s claws were too sharp for sparring, hadn’t the handlers said they’d make him “sparring hands” so he couldn’t eviscerate one of the other projects?) It didn’t matter. What’s done was done, but it didn’t numb Varrich’s irritation any.

His own “team” hadn’t exactly been pleased by his loss. But, they’d learned something valuable (hell if he knew what), so that meant he’d be allowed proper rest for the night once Monty was done with him. Finally, he hadn’t gotten more than a few hours at a time in… He’d lost track. A few weeks, at least.

“This is the third time I’ve had to re-stitch this same wound, Varrich. You know that, yeah?”

“Tell that to them.” Did his handlers realize how hard it was to spar when he didn’t have full motion in his arm because it was still healing? He supposed they probably did, and were testing his limits. How...frustrating.

Monty snorted at that. “I don’t have a death wish, friend.”

“Neither do I.”

And they both went quiet, as Monty continued tending to what the handlers considered minor injuries. At least, minor enough they couldn’t be bothered with them, and left them to Monty’s care.

Varrich grimaced, though didn’t pull away, when the other man soon dabbed a wet cloth at his bruised and bloodied cheek.

“Y’know, I’ve always wondered about these tattoos of yours.” Monty touched the cloth (gently, so very gently despite the way his hands always trembled a little) to the bridge of Varrich’s nose.

Right. He was Zakuulan, and had been in the facility for…well, more years than Varrich wanted to think about. He was probably the first Mirialan Monty had ever encountered.

Varrich lifted a shoulder in a half-shrug, his gaze fixed on the far wall. “Most Mirialans get them. They usually signify achievements, family—things we’re proud to openly display.”

Monty hummed. “What are yours?”

He touched his fingertips to where he knew the one on his nose stretched across to his cheek. “It…” And he frowned. “...It doesn’t matter anymore. I’m not the same man who earned them.”

The other sighed, but didn’t press. “Don’t think any of us are who we used to be, friend.”

To that, Varrich agreed. And he had to wonder, what life had the others trapped here been taken from? Had Monty even been a doctor, or had he just been forced to take on the role?

But he knew better than to ask.

Instead, Varrich sighed, and grabbed Monty by the wrist as the “medic” bustled about the room. He looked surprised, for a moment. But he was smart. In a moment, Monty leaned close, good ear turned to the other and eyes fixed on the door.

“Has anyone ever gotten out of here?” Varrich’s question was a soft whisper. Even so close, he knew it would be hard to hear.

“...Only in a body bag.”

Varrich’s heart clenched a little at that answer, but he swallowed.

“And what if someone did?”

Monty chewed his lip. “I…dunno. They’d probably lock stuff down for a while, y’know?”

“Monty.” The man wouldn’t look him in the eyes. “Montiiresc.” That got his attention; even the scanner on the side of his head stalled for a moment at the use of his full name. “What if… What if I got out of here?”

“I—I don’t know.”

Varrich squeezed his eyes shut, ignoring the way it pulled at the bruised skin around his new cybernetic, or how the artificial eye didn’t quite fit in the socket to make the action mildly uncomfortable. He sighed, tightened his hand on Monty’s wrist a moment. “If I get out, I’m coming back for you.”

The Human huffed a laugh and pulled his hand away.

That laugh held no humor.

“No one gets out of here. Not alive.”

Varrich bit his tongue and looked away.

Then maybe he’d be the first.

#swtor #republic trooper #mirialan #voids ocs #tales from the void #oc: varrich tophrik #oc: montiiresc rehm #this was one of multiple whumptober prompts i never posted #i actually had most of them done. i just. #gave up posting them #so i edited this a bit and am gonna post it #unethical experimentation #minor injury #needles #why. isn't. the read more. saving. #FINALLY

[femmesandhoney]

some people will be like wow how were these terrible experiments allowed to occur didn't anyone realize how cruel this was where were the ethics boards? like baby girl what do you think motivated creating ethics boards in the first place

#a lot of shit isn't thought of as unethical in the moment even when we look back and go oh shit that wad horrible #the type of shit people were just allowed to do??? astonishingly insane really #*was #can never edit that now oh well

[qcellbit]

does anyone fucking know what i mean when i say i need some leonard church shit going on with quackity/elquackity

#like not . really evil doppelganger tropey stuff but. incorporating memory loss and the creation of a clone and. omg how do i word this #rvb fans i need you here with me now. i need some leonard church/alpha/epsilon shit going on with quackity. do you fucking get it #i need it to be complex and morally grey and tragic and involve dangerous selfish unethical science and i need quackity to be upset about it #I NEED SOMEONE WHOS WATCHED RVB TO TALK ABOUT THIS WITH IM GONNA KMS #mine #qsmp rvb au #edit: this ask is where rvb au began. touches the ground. my 9/11

[suenitos]

paranoid gave us so much. obsessed with dream first posting it over a george video so we Knew

like thank fucking god??

#anon.txt #ask.txt #as much as i hate unethical stealing of people's work i really need it right now for that damn edit im so serious. someone HAD to have #posted it its too good

[canonically-a-genloser]

RUSHED WRITING I AM SO SORRY (this includes Amrita and a description of a lab. neither are probably correct so if this is awful i am so so sorry) ALSO. PLS READ TAGS FOR TWS THIS THING IS AWFUL

Paislie glanced inside the lab. Amrita was there, along with several other people Paislie didn't know.

She hadn't come to the lab since she'd found out what was happening in there. So many kids, almost all infants, died multiple times a day.

And since she'd realized it, she couldn't keep herself from blaming herself for all the lives lost on her machines no matter how she tried to make them work.

She couldn't stop herself from wondering how much blood was, technically, on her hands.

-

Paislie had found that out when she tried to help once only a few days previous.

She'd been showing plans for a new machine to one of the older workers when one of the lab employees had come running, saying they needed more hands.

Despite not knowing what she was doing, Paislie had followed behind, throwing on a spare coat, face mask, and gloves as she entered.

The place was buzzing with activity in the worst way, employees rushing around and carrying babies just as small as the one in Paislie's own arms. She could've sworn one of them was still smaller.

And that's when she'd realized. The little structures Paislie had seen patterned through the room weren't some kind of sink like she'd thought up to now.

They were cribs.

She couldn't help but stare down the rows and rows of sleeping babies- what looked like newborns, she thought vaguely.

And the random spacing between them and the empty cribs- sure, it could've been an accident, but if it weren't, then where-

She was only jerked out of her thoughts by a touch on her shoulder.

"Hey," the lab worker had said. "Been in here before?"

Paislie only shook her head, not trusting her voice in the slightest.

"Can you take him?" they'd asked, glancing down at the crying baby Paislie had just realized was there. He was almost too small to be real, she thought with a pang of anxiety for the tiny boy. "There's nothing you can- You don't need to do anything else. Just hold him."

She swallowed- whether to keep herself from being sick or crying, she didn't know. "Yeah, I can- I can do that."

Paislie hadn't even finished her sentence before the tiny baby boy was carefully laid in her arms.

"Hey, buddy," she'd said quietly, stroking his cheek with her gloved hand. "It's okay."

Despite the setting, she could almost forget anything was wrong. She could pretend for a minute as the boy quieted. Blue eyes looked back up at her.

She smiled, trying to stop herself from breaking down right there and crying.. "There he is."

And he smiled back. It was only a quick one, the only way such a tiny baby could, but it was still enough to tell.

Something still felt off in the room. Not that it had ever left.

It felt like death.

She shivered at the thought.

Before Paislie could stop herself, she'd started humming a song to him. He didn't cry again, so she figured it couldn't have been that bad. She took to watching Amrita's movements, vaguely hoping it would help her calm down if she had something to focus on.

It wasn't hard to tell though, when she looked back down at him a few moments later, something wasn't right.

He wasn't breathing.

"What the f-"

'There's nothing you can- you don't need to do anything else.'

Was that what they'd meant? Had they known he would die in her arms when they'd handed him off?

"Amrita?" she called, looking up anxiously.

Anyone, get anyone, sure you know her, but anyone who could help him-

Before she could force herself back into reality, gloved hands took the still baby out of her arms. It was too calm, why weren't they trying to do anything?-

"What's going on," she said in a low voice, staring at the floor in a daze.

Another employee shushed her, not unkindly, but it still made her nervous as she looked back up.

"Is he okay- what happened, what- I didn't even-"

"It's okay now, we're under control here," a foreign voice said. "I'm gonna have to ask you to leave, hun."

Paislie looked back just in time to see a blanket thrown over the boy who they'd just taken from her.

"Stop it! What are they doing, they didn't even try, go back," she protested, pushing against all the hands reaching for her.

Paislie saw Amrita shake her head in her peripherals, but she didn't care, didn't react when the other called her name.

"It's not too late!" she finally screamed, nearly throwing off the lab coat in her panic. "Help him!"

A mask was shoved at her face, and she ducked away.

Before she was aware that she'd run, she was on the floor of the bathrooms, throwing up the undigested remnants of her lunch.

Hands pressed a gentle weight against her shoulders, and she nearly decked their owner before she realized it was Amrita.

Paislie just broke down, not entirely letting Amrita comfort her but not pulling away either.

"I should've told you not to go in there, I'm sorry," the older said. "You shouldn't have-"

The doors opened. Masked drones stalked mechanically towards the two.

"Don't mask Paislie, I can talk to her, she's just confused," Amrita said, standing up beside Paislie's hunched form.

The drones didn't listen.

They easily shoved past Amrita, not that the other made an attempt to stop them. It wouldn't have been any use. They all knew that.

Before Paislie even had a chance to fight back, several hands grabbed her arms and restrained her.

Blank whiteness blotted out her vision as she felt her mind lose control of itself.

Paislie should've learned to welcome the oblivion by now.

And maybe she should've given up on saving anyone a long time ago, she couldn't help but think a few weeks later when Amrita had explained what had happened to that little nameless boy.

Paislie had failed to save one more person. And just like before Showfall, it would stick with her no matter how much her mind got wiped.

#i don't know how well i wrote amrita. my bad #also this is rushed but i wanted to finish this and post it before camp #tw unethical medicine #tw throwing up #tw slight violence #tw child death #i used she/her for paislie because showfall homophobia but also so it wouldn't be hard to read with changing pronouns #cause sometimes i have difficulty editing when i write like that #YUH #i am so sorry about the divider #someday i'll get good ones #my baddd

[exhaustedalien]

why did someone just ask me to fix their botched ai headshots,,,,, go pay a photographer to take and edit ur pics PLEASE ???

#hey u know how ur job used to be taking and editing photos WELL i used a shitty unethical piece of tech #to undercut everyone who works in your former occupation #2 make some horrible Frankenstein images can u fix them k thanx byee