#mr. nasty

[itsallmadonnasfault]

Till Death Do Us Part

(from Madonna: Behind The American Dream UK BBC One OMNIBUS special, 1990.)

[skelliethorn]

She got paid $2500 to dress up as sexy Cluck Norris.

By the way, this is my inspiration for the comb of her chicken mask:

Sicilian Buttercup

[prayantis]

Dog’s gotta make a living

Manhunt oc au writing

Veltun danced their fingers over an array of tools in his bag before ending the dance on a scalpel, gently taking it out of its pocket.

“You wanna know what I’m gonna do?” They questioned the man that lay strapped onto the bed. The man squirmed in his place at the sight of the scalpel. “Please,” he begged “I, I have a kid!”

“I have to make an incision, and er, then we’ll see what happens.” The doctor continued, ignoring the man’s plead. He took the scalpel and dragged it over the man’s body.

The man howled in agony. His eyes tightly shut themselves. Veltun continued its business and opened the man’s stomach at the cuts they’d made.

The door suddenly slammed into the wall, being kicked down by them.

The man’s eyes opened to see the source of the noise.

The figure who stood at the door wore a long, large black and red fur coat that matched it’s long hair, being also red and black. Continuing the red came in the shirt, which was open at the top before being closed at the end. They stepped into the light showing their cigarette that hung in their mouth.

“Are you done?”

“Yes, hello to you too dad-“ the doctor paused. “Director” he spoke sharply. It came over and stuffed a cloth into the victim that lay bleeding on the bed to keep him quiet.

“Well are you?”

Veltun took a camera from it’s stand and handed it over to the figure. “I am.”

The director took the camera, pressing on a button to make it release a tape. “Thank you, doctor.” They said cheerfully. “I’ll get this edited down for our people later.”

The doctor just nodded before walking back to the man that bleed on the table. “What is that it?” The director asked raising its arms. “No goodbye kiss for daddy?”

Veltun struck his middle finger at them.

“Oh you’re too sweet Vel!” Vernexo gleefully said as they skipped into the room, swinging his arms. “Do you need any help working the camera?” The doctor grabbed a new tape and pressed it into its slot into the camera.

“Does it look like I need any help?”

The director shook his head, before looking to the couch in the room and deciding that it was gonna be it’s bed for the evening. “I’ll just take a nap down here then, you know how screams put me to bed!” They cheered.

Veltun rolled their eyes, “I’d apologize for that but,” it peeled back the man’s skin, “I think you want me to apologize for that!”

Vernexo took refuge in the couch, laying its body down and curling into a ball. They dozed off to sleep as the man screamed in agony. Sleeping, just like they had done on that faithful night so long ago…

The early night left Vernexo wanting.

The bottle fit perfectly into their hand. As if it was meant to be! It had to be. It was a sign, that film school was a scam and they were doomed to be a wannabe director. Film school, they thought. What a stupid idea. He should’ve just stayed on the ranch, it’s what was expected, it’s what should’ve happened. But no,

Vernexo had to be different, had to be an artist, and it’s media was films!

So, xe went to film school, and graduated. If only they told you that the big world wasn’t ready for all the ideas Vernexo had. No one gave a shit about how it’s a metaphor for racism, classism and all the fucking shit that’s normalized now. All they wanted was a feel good movie about silly demons and angels, and to get a diversity hire. 

Vernexo wandered the streets, chugging the bottle every now and then. He stared at the gate. “Carcer City Graveyard” they kicked the gates open and stumbled into the yard. Hopefully it’d get to read something good off a tombstone that’d make them laugh and forget about his troubles.

Vernexo ambled through rows of tombstones with nothing interesting on them. He stopped to take a drink of the bottle once more, after taking their drink, he looked around for something seemly interesting.

It’s gaze paused at a tombstone underneath a tree, the branches hung over the tombstone making it almost impossible to see. As if, hidden.

“Here I come!” They drunkly slurred out.

He tumbled over to the hidden grave before falling to his knees to read the grave. He took another drink of the bottle as he read.

“Lionel Starkweather. 1952 - 2003. Director and beloved friend and man.”

“Jesus fuck! Starkweather!”

Vernexo had seen and watched films of Starkweather, who was quite well known even out of the States. While his name had fallen into obscurity over the years, they remembered watching his one of films in the theaters.

It had been a drama, quite experimental and a bit on the crazier side. Quite colorful too.

“Damn Starkweather, I can’t believe you’re dead! I guess that’s what I get for not having a TV. I loved that really fucked up film you made in the 80s! I didn’t understand it until I was an adult and when I didn’t understand it; I made it like, my WHOLE personality for years!” They ranted.

He’d gotten thirsty after talking and drank more of the alcohol. Realizing they had finished the entire bottle, they chucked it to the side before passing out.

About an hour passed with xe dreaming of going to the ranch once more to see the family and-

Vernexo felt a kick in xir legs, and heard a deep and raspy voice.

“Hey, you’re on my friend’s grave. Get off.”

“Oh sorry about that.” They said after gaining consciousness again. It rolled off the grave and onto the dirt. Closing his eyes once more to sleep again.

“Why are you even here?” The voice interrogated.

Xe rolled onto xir back, “I just thought that we should speak, director to director you know?”

“You’re a director?”

“YES, the world is just not ready for me, maybe if I’m still alive in 20 years my films will be ready!”

The masked man looked around before crouching down to Vernexo, “I’m a producer, and I think you could be my new director.” He whispered.

Vernexo took a second to register. Looking at the ground and back to the figure again. “For real?!”

“For real.” The man reassured, he offered his hand.

“I’m Mr. Nasty.”

Vernexo grabbed his new boss’s hand, “Vernexo W. Vesper, at your service!”

[prayantis]

Job offer

Manhunt/oc au writing!

“What do you want us to do with the guy boss?” A male voice questioned as he tightening ropes onto wrists.

“Oh I’ll have my time with them soon enough, but I need you two to head over to Starkweather’s mansion for now.” A deep raspy voice replied with.

“The guy’s still awake though.”

“Just knock them out, I’m not gonna play with them now.”

A man besides the rope tighter raised his gun before bashing the end of the gun into the head of the kidnapped victim.

Red blood dropped from the head onto the eyebrow of the victim, their head whirled around as their eyes blinked in and out before finally, shutting close.

”Why me?” Veltun thought

It was a regular shift at Darkwoods Penitentiary.

Veltun checked in with a patient. They left, checked in with another one, another and another one.

Fighting never stops in this place does it? Veltun thought. They learned later into the shift that there had been a riot just before they clocked in. Another mess the earlier people left for the midnight shift.

Work went on. For the next several hours.

Veltun leaned against the wall of the halls after checking in with a patient before another coworker came along. “Working hard?” The coworker asked, seeing how exhausted the other seemed. They adjusted their stance. “Yeah.” They replied.

“Have you taken a break yet?”

“Uh no, not yet.”

“Well, you should probably head over to one of the open on-call rooms.”

“Yeah I think I’ll do that right now. Thanks”

“Of course.” The coworker said before heading down the hall.

Veltun made their way down the hallways to an on-call room. Opening the door and locking it. They lay down on their back, not realizing how tensed and sore it was from the hours working. Their back relaxed as they got comfortable in the bed. Closing their eyes and soon drifting off to sleep.

A loud BANG was heard.

Veltun got startled by the noise. Some muffled noises could be heard. "Jesus," Veltun said before looking at their wristwatch. It had been an hour since they came into the room. They pondered whether or not to get up and check the noises. He decided. "I'll get up in 30." They groaned, turned away from the door, and dragged the blanket up to their neck.

"Hey, you!" a figure yelled. "Wake up!"

Veltun's eyes slowly opened to see a masked man, sitting on their lap with the figure's eyes blankly staring at them. They shifted to the other side, trying to get away from the figure.

The figure gave a large toothy grin, revealing its tooth gap.

“Aw, it’s okay, I won’t hurt you.” The figure cooed.

The figure brought up its right arm which had been hidden in the shadows, unveiling a gun.

“I’m Mr. Nasty.”

He stroked Veltun’s face with his gun. “Oh?” His eyes met the hot blood that still poured from their head. He leaned in more to see the blood, using his gun on Veltun’s cheek to push their face to the side.

They could feel their heart steadily grew into louder beats. His breathing stiffened as Mr. Nasty itched forward to their face.

Suddenly, Veltun’s cheek felt wet. His eyes shifted to his cheek.

Mr. Nasty was taking a long lick from the chin to the forehead where the blood crept out of. Veltun whimpered. They tried pulling away only for the man’s free hand to harshly fix his face back into place. It seemingly went on forever.

Until it didn’t.

Mr. Nasty pulled away and looked out. Releasing his hold and gun on Veltun allowing for the nurse to rest their face.

“What was that about?”

Mr. Nasty’s eyes met with Veltun’s. He clicked his tongue, seemingly in thought.

“I’ve had a rough night.”

Veltun scoffed, “Join the club.”

“Funny to say that to a man with a gun.”

“Oh like I haven’t had a gun pulled on me. This is Carcer City! You act like this isn’t the norm.” 

“Didn’t know letting the city become corrupt would let it’s people lose their no fear of men with guns.”

“Yeah well it does.”

Mr. Nasty let out a deep sigh. “My pals died tonight you know. While you were sleeping actually.” He chuckled, “you just always manage to sleep through the danger huh?”

“I guess.” They shifted around in the chair. “So uh, what’s up with you on my lap?”

“Don’t know, maybe it’s cause I thought you looked cute.” He stroked the gun against their cheek. “I really like your fucked up scar.” He added on.

“Well I can’t take all the credit for it, you’d have to thank my mother.”

Mr. Nasty let out a laugh. “What’s this? A little humor before you died?”

“Hmm, I guess.” They spoke, “my last moments should be happy, or something like that. Think they’ll let me into heaven cause I made you piss yourself laughing?”

“What you think you won’t make it into heaven?”

“Uh yeah no. With all the shit I had to deal with back in Darkwood I’m definitely not going to heaven. I mean, when I was leaving the place I stomped on all my shitty bosses before ACTUALLY leaving the hellhole.”

“Oh yeah I saw that on the cameras, that was really funny. That’s when I knew I had to meet you, you know.” Mr. Nasty commented. Veltun blushed at that comment. “Nice to know I have a fan. You’re a..” he checked Mr. Nasty out.

Mr. Nasty, of course wore a latex mask with a heart shaped zipper at the counter of the mouth. A leather trench coat continued the shiny look the man had, not stopped by his seemingly skin tight latex suit the man wore underneath. Whatever shoes he wore was hidden in the darkness.

“… shiny man.” Veltun noted.

“I try.”

“So.” Veltun spoke out, “are you gonna kill me? Cause if you are this is a good time for me.”

“Well now I have to wait for a bad time.” He laughed. “But, uh, I don’t think I’ll kill you, at least for now. I’m very vulnerable.”

The nurse glanced at the gun the man still held, “very.”

“In fact, since I have… many positions open, I think I’ll make you, a doctor.”

“Great! I can start right away!” Veltun chimed. Mr. Nasty stood and untied the restraints on the doctor. “Oh don’t worry, you will.” They weren’t sure what that meant. But, they decided that’d be a problem for future Veltun to deal with. 

[donuts-multifandom-hellhole]

Personally headcanon that unlike other hunters The Jury is the only hunter faction that isn't apart of the snuff film ring and oppose anybody involved with the snuff film ring going as far as to openly attack gangs allied with Starkweather and Mr. Nasty and freeing any victims who were intended to be used on snuff films and protecting civilians

My idea is that The Jury is a group of Carcer City civilians turned vigilantes deciding to give up on the help of the corrupt CCPD and instead taking matters into their own hands

Needless to say The Jury are on Mr. Nasty's shitlist

[dodinaslesavage]

[freddywantsmore-blog]

Mr. Nasty | Freddy & Norah

Freddy was feeling the rut in his life. His normal haunts and bits of excitement were waning and no longer brought him the pleasure they once had. Poker, drinking, hell even making porn did anything more lately than bide his time. There were always things to do around the ranch and most days he found himself up early to head out and tend to the cattle and the fences. Amazing that barbed wired nailed to a piece of dead tree held his interest more than the lucrative businesses he was helping run by his brother’s side. Damien was a savvy business man and seemed to have the stamina to run the ranch, the porn operation, run drugs for Kennedy Mitchell and still fuck that little vixen, no pun intended, each time she’d make her way back to the house.

The man wasn’t feeling lonely but Damien even had children and even though Junior was a complete failure of a human being, Savannah was a pretty awesome kid with a great head on her shoulders and had a passionate love for the ranch and all it stood for. In a sense, if Freddy had to guess, he was feeling his age. When Miss Nixon pulled up to the big house Freddy figured he’d take his leave. Her being there meant she and Damien were likely going to lock themselves away and fuck like bunnies for a day or two. He was a little more than surprised to see a small blonde step out the passenger side of Vixen’s green Commander.

Vixen’s ruby red locks glistened in the sunlight as she made her way up the steps, blonde in tow. Questioning who the other woman was Vixen smiled and told him she was all his and left the two of them standing on the porch as she made her way inside to find the elder brother. Freddy looked at the woman. Striking eyes, though her hair was way more blonde then he preferred she really was good looking and from the looks of it had a righteous body and on top of it all her tits looked real. “Who’re you and why are you all mine?” His voice gruff all he could do was eyeball her waiting for a response.

@norah-baldwin