Nasty

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For the fake screenshots: Lucifer and alastor in the middle of fighting, but one of them has their hands all the way around the others waist. (who needs the busboy now that you've got the chef- you know it's not out of the question.) and they're just frozen, staring at charlie who just walked in and is very much regretting it.

(these are amazing and I want to learn the hh style more now, so I'm gonna. if you have any tips, do you think you could make a guide for learning the style or smthn? If not totally fine I just think ur cool)

here you go my dear! i appreciate the suggestion!

for tips?? honestly, use as many frames from the show as much as you can, bc you never know when a certain angle you need or background type is going to help with drawing out the ideas!!

I cant really tell how i do it just bc i suck ass at explaining,,,, but! if at some point you would like a speed draw of one of the ones i’ve drawn so far then i would be more than happy to send it to ya or post it!

other than that, thank you for the support! mwuah

Your ring master🦌🍎

when you wanna read your doujins but your son is in the room u__u

bonus:

HEY GUYS wow long time no update!! sorry it’s taking me so long to get to chapter 4 but hopefully this little mini comic showing how mitch and jonas first met when they were kids will hold ya over until i can start on it! it was so difficult trying to fit all the info i wanted into 10 pages ahh so i hope everything reads alright!! (also hoping this makes up for the sad ending in chap 3 HAHA)

thanks for sticking around and reading the comic guys!! ;__; chapter 4 starting soon!

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Our hearts are compatible. You have to take mine.

As Long as I Have You

(A/N) This is actually my first time ever writing a fan fiction, it’s quite rushed and I’m more experienced in writing essays than actual stories so im sorry if it’s bad

(Takes place post vigilante route, might continue..? Idk)

“Visitor for John Doe”

John lifted his head after hearing the announcement, apparently someone thought he was actually worth being visited. It had been several days (or perhaps weeks? Hard to keep count) since the incidents and, quite frankly, he wasn’t holding up well at Arkham.

He peaked through his cell door to find none other than Bruce, he was actually there, intending to see him.

“Bruce!”

The cell door was open and Bruce made his way in to greet his friend. He wasn’t quite sure of what he would do once he reunited with John, but he couldn’t rid of all the guilt that had been building up inside him since their last meeting. Bruce accepted one thing for certain, his feelings for John Doe were real and his need to protect him has and will continue to remain.

“I’m so glad you could visit me here Bruce! I’ve been wanting to see you again ever since I got here, and here you are! Wanting to come visit me all by yourself!..Or is it someone else that I should be concerned of?”

John’s tone from being somewhat optimistic to critical made Bruce feel more on edge than he already was. He was prepared to take any sort of beating from John if it meant atoning for all the ways he wronged him, yet frankly John’s words hurt in more ways than any physical fight could.

“No one’s pulling any strings now John, I came here to visit you because I wanted to, because I care. I don’t plan on leaving your side any time soon, especially when your in this position.”

John was clearly taken back by Bruce’s sudden statement, and Bruce himself knew what he just said had sounded almost nothing like him. Having Alfred’s constant hospitable nature seemed to inspire Bruce to try the same method of comforting on John, who always needed constant reassurance. Seeing John’s heartfelt smile afterwards made Bruce feel sorts of fuzziness inside, confident that he just may be the one to bring back John Doe, the only man who could bring a smile to his face even under hardship.

“Well now that you’re here, what is it you’ve been wanting to know?”

“How have you been holding up?”

Bruce knew it was risky asking anything related to past events, he wasn’t sure whether it would tick off something in John ,but he needed to grasp John’s current state of mind in order to understand how it is he’ll deal with mending to their friendship.

“Honestly Bruce, it’s been feeling a lot less like returning home and more like a prison. I know I said I missed Arkham at times but that changed when I came back, I miss being outside, full of freedoms and opportunity, Bruce and John taking the world by storm!” John giggled at the thought.“..Returning here has given me too much time thinking alone, Bruce. I’ve been so busy reading other people that I forgot to read myself. I had time to reflect, and now I see that I’ll have to come to terms with that…Arkham is truly where I belong.”

Bruce got up and suddenly grabbed hold of John, looking straight into green eyes that were once so full of light suddenly seeming to fade.

“Don’t you ever think that about yourself, John. You’re not a criminal who belongs in some padded cell, you’re special and have become the most significant person I’ve ever met,and you’ve changed my life in so many ways I’ve become unsure of which direction im heading if you weren’t beside me.”

Bruce held John’s hand between his own and gave it a slight squeeze

“I’m going to be with you every step of the way John, I won’t ever leave your side. Not now, not ever. I need your strength to get through this. Promise me that, John. Promise me you we’ll make it out together.”

John jolted up had tears streaming down his face as he hugged Bruce tightly, holding on to him for dear life. Bruce could feel just how many emotions he must be going through and hugged back, just as eager to feel John’s embrace.

“I promise you Bruce, when I said I wouldn’t let you down, I still stand by that.. Oh gosh, I’m so sorry for everything Bruce, the fact that you’re actually here and still by my side.”

John took a moment to breathe and gather his thoughts

“Promise me, Bruce, promise you’ll visit me everyday, and never leave my side.”

“I promise, John. No matter what happens, I’ve got your back.”

Knowing they had each other was all they needed. And they were content with that.

s02e05 The Ball

I'm so happy season 2 ended here and nothing else happened whatsoever!

OMG, tanks a lot~

Pagan Min’s Calls: A Comprehensive List (In Progress)

I love getting those calls from Pagan Min while playing Far Cry 4, but I haven’t been able to find any kind of comprehensive list or videos. So I’ve decided to make one. I made up the titles pretty much. Anything title in italics needs the full transcript. I’ve linked clips I’ve found where possible because obviously you need to hear him say these things. Please send any transcripts and/or clips you have found!

It would also be really interesting to learn if there’s any specific order they typically come up in. I personally have heard each one up through “Yuma’s First Impressions”, in this order.

Last Updated: 15 Feb 2015, 6:00pm EST

“Again with the Crab Rangoon”

…I had him killed. Or was it his family? Either way, the spread will be better next time…That’s the last time I’m kidnapping a fucking TV celebrity chef…

“That’s It. That’s the Call.”

“Ajay? Ajay? Aaaaaaaaajaaaaay?”

“Uh? Yes?”

“Awesome! Oh, just making sure you’ve been listening.”

“Our Little Family”

I wish you could remember what it was like back then, Ajay. Your mother and I, with you on her hip, oh those were the days. She was never happier than she was back then, and I should say the same for myself. We had such plans, not just for our little family, but for Kyrat. It wasn’t always like this, I long for those days but then it’s too late. I tried, I really really did, this place is ruinous. Try not to let them drag you down, Ajay. Ishwari didn’t send you back here for that.

“Kanye”

I’ve been thinking about my image, on the world stage, and I think what I lack is a celebrity endorsement, you know, a visit from Dennis Rodman type. Perhaps I could get Beckham to bring the Galaxy over for a game against my best 11? A bit cliché now I suppose. A pop star? If the dictator of Turkmenistan can get J-Lo to sing him “Happy Birthday” then who’s to say I can’t get my fading star of yesteryear? I wonder how much Kanye is going for. Do you follow him on Twitter? It is gold. I would love to shoot the breeze with that young man.

“No Homo” (7:57-8:32)

Uncle Pagan here, just checking in on my favorite nephew. So tell me, Ajay, who are you rooting for so far? Have you fallen into Amita’s honey pot, or have you been dazzled by Sabal’s flowing locks and bad-boy jawline? Hey, each to his own, that’s your lifestyle choice to make. He isn’t my cup of tea, contrary to the rash assumption some may make about my appearance. I am indeed batting for the other team. You, more than most, should know that there was only ever one woman for me, my boy.

“Always Money in the Banana Stand Temples” (8:32-9:31)

Oh, I’d love to give you a tour of my vaults one day. Right now, I’m looking at all the wealth of Kyrat. Gold medallions, ivory statues, jade carvings, such delightful trinkets! The Golden Path says I stole its wealth, but I did no such thing! They robbed themselves for centuries instead of putting it to good use! I, on the other hand, have been selling off whatever I can to the West, and whatever I can’t, I melt it down and make something a little more…contemporary. There’s a lesson for you, Ajay. People are hypocrites, and they all want someone to blame for their shit-filled lives, they never want to accept their share of the responsibility. The next time they’re whining about building schools or clinics, remember they’ve been hiding away their fortune in dusty old monasteries for centuries!

“Fucking Candles”

Ajay, you’ve been out and about exploring Kyrat for a while now. Tell me who lights all of those fucking candles? The country is in the grips of a civil war, an apparently monstrous dictator has the country on it’s knees, and yet some industrious fool has put it upon himself to wake up every morning and go around lighting hundreds, and hundreds of candles. Oh I’m tempted to employ someone to blow them all out again. Actually I have a better idea—Gary. GARY! Put it down this is important. Listen, candles are now illegal. What? Yes all of them! Treason punishable by death, thank you—and thank you Ajay, you just made my week.

“Zippered Meat Pockets”

Ajay, I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of having a new suit made up for you. If you are to lead Kyrat when this is all over, you’re going to need a sharper look than denims and fucking sneakers, my boy. And that jacket. Oh, don’t get me started. Why on Earth do you need so many zippered pockets? What do you keep in them all? Handfuls of meat? Huh, I suppose you do. I’ll make a note for my tailor: “Ajay’s jacket, zippered meat pockets.” Perfect. Well, don’t let me slow you down.

“PowerPoint”

Did I ever tell you about Noore? This is one of my favorites. She used to be a doctor, quite a benevolent soul. She came to Kyrat on some aid mission in the early days of my reign. She had the audacity to write a report on the human right abuses perpetrated by my regime! So I reached out to her, invited her to come back, to see the improvements, how we’d acted on her recommendations. I extended the invite to her family. So she came, husband and kids. I put them up in the palace, I even put on a little meeting for her, made a PowerPoint, “A 12-Step Action Plan” to address Kyrat’s human rights violations *chuckles* Except each slide was about how I was going to ruin Noore’s life. *laughs* So Paul “De Pleur” kept her family hostage while I forced the great humanitarian, Dr. Najjar, to run the most terrible parts of my Kyrati empire. Oh, between you and I, I think she actually enjoys it now.

“Lancing Boils” (9:32-10:14)

A word to the wise, Ajay. The next time you need something lanced, employ the services of a professional, as scarce as those services may be around here. Did you know because of your mother I sponsored an entire class of students to study medicine in Singapore? And they never came back! Can you believe the depth of that ingratitude? Paul dealt with their families here in Kyrat, and I had my contacts in Singapore track them down and find a fitting end for each of them, yes. Oh, as satisfying as that was, I now find myself lancing my own boils. Gary! Bring me some gauze and some fucking antiseptic ointment!

“Yuma’s First Impressions”

I’ve spent a lot of my life apologizing for Yuma’s first impressions. She has a remarkable ability to make consistently terrible introductions. I’d love for you two to meet on better terms, she really has been the driving force behind most of my successes. She forges deals with my international buyers, she polices Noore and De Pleur, she even finds time to run my army. Well, that is until her recent obsession with Kyrati superstition took a hold of her. She thinks I don’t know about the expeditions she’s been sending up the mountains looking for magical paintings or whatever it is. I’m as open as the next fellow about negligible losses for the sake of employee morale, but only so many pens can go missing from the stationary cupboard before someone has to lose a hand!

“Piano Recital”

I was in America not so long ago. I looked up Ishwari, but I couldn’t bring myself to see her, not after all these years. You always regret those decisions when they die, don’t you? Anyway, I was there with De Pleur, or rather “Paul Harmon”. He invited me to his home to meet his family, to see the other side of him. It was incredible to see the man behind the man. Paul, the loving father and husband. I was as jealous as I was happy for him. We went to his daughter’s school to see a recital. There was his darling Ashley, the light of his life. I could see the tears welling up in his eyes, so proud, so much love. It really made me think, what if I had followed Ishwari? What if that were you clumsily stumbling through a piano recital as I looked on teary-eyed through a viewfinder, capturing every precious moment. It always hits you when it’s too late, Ajay, always when they’ve gone.

“Cocaine and Yak’s Blood”

After Ishwari left it was a very dark time for me. Oh I was a cruel and angry young man. It’s this time more than any that gives me the reputation I have today. Yes, yes, I murdered countless innocents, yes I outlawed religion, yes I changed the currency so everyone’s savings were meaningless. And yes, I may have gone through a period of bathing in yaks’ blood and slamming rails of coke. But…I’m reformed now, look at me, getting this country back on it’s feet again. Top shape, Ajay. *snorts a rail of coke* Top shape.

“Pàng Xióng”

Ajay, did I ever tell you about my first body double? Not the one you wiped off the map, he’s number three or four now perhaps. Anyway, the first one, Jeong was his name, started brilliantly. He looked the part, diligent in his duty, but back then I didn’t realize what becoming me could do to a man. He went completely berserk! And it wasn’t the random beheadings or the blood-drinking that did him in in the end, no! It was a particularly embarrassing incident where in full costume, he was caught trying to sneak into Disneyland! Using a forged Dominican Republic passport–this is the best part–under a Chinese name that meant “Fat Bear”. Fucking imbecile!

Story-Relevant (spoilers!)

“Poor Eric” (15:06-15:53)

“Hello Ajay, did you miss me? Oh wait, yes, you did!”

“Pagan? I just killed you!”

“No, no, you just ruined a perfectly good body double with hair loss. Do you know how expensive he was to make? He wasn’t even Asian, for Christ’s sake, he was from Melbourne, I think. His only crime was being born with fabulous cheekbones. Whose picture do you think’s on the money? No matter, what’s done is done, I suppose next time it’ll just be you and me.

"Choices” (18:35-19:46)

“Oh Ajay, I can almost see your furrowed brow from here.”

“Pagan, what do you want.”

*tutting* "Tone! I’m merely calling to check up on you! I hear your little friends are having a bit of a spat. It must be hard, what with you in the middle of it all. Choices are difficult. Trust me, I’ve been there. In fact, you should be grateful for the choices I’ve made. Choices like Yuma. I went on live television to serve her up to you, and I loathe television. Radio is so much more my thing. And you, you jumped on the opportunity. Poor Yuma, she will be missed. It was a tough call to make, picking you over her. But it was the right call. You’ll see. Of course, you’re in a hurry. Places to go, shit to tear up. I’ll let you get back to it. But don’t forget, Ajay, choices have consequences.“

"Something More Contemporary” (20:07-20:37)

Really, Ajay? What do you have against my likeness? All those posters, Eric my double, and now this. Am I missing a hint? Should I start taking this personally? That statue was solid fucking gold. Literally! I’m not being metaphorical. Do you know how many artifacts I had to melt down to get it made? And poor Eric standing there for God knows how long just to pose for it! Well, what’s done is done. And dinner’s nearly ready.

“Farewell Address”

If you’re listening to this, I am no longer with you. At the time of this recording, Ajay Ghale has just ditched me at a dinner party, and I am admittedly a little ???. I have a plan for what should happen next, but the future is a fickle mistress. Regardless, I hope I leave Kyrat in better hands than my own. And to the Golden Path, oh ho! Fuck you. I’ve always hated the lot of you. Sincerely, Pagan Min.

Escape from Durgesh DLC

“That’s My Boy”

Well I had something important to say, but I suppose you just want to get out there and start shooting things. *chuckle* That’s my boy.

“Typos”

You know what I hate? Typos. You pay good money for propaganda posters, you expect them to be properly proofread! Ajay, be a good little errand boy and destroy the less than perfect propaganda in that center. While you’re at it, teach the people there a lesson. We’ll see if they’ll ever spell Pagan with an ‘e’ again! I’ll bet this is Yuma’s doing. She knows just how to piss me off.

“Elephants!”

I feel so much better knowing those terrible posters will never see the light of day. I’m giving you elephants. That’s right, elephants! I call the big one Hurley. He’s clumsy, but oh-so-adorable.

“Boom Boom”

Well, Daddy’s tower didn’t go boom-boom, so that means you must have succeeded. Excellent work, Ajay. You are, er, let’s see here, “capable and valued”, yes, those were the words for the day. I’m a believer in positive reinforcement in case you haven’t figured that out. Your reward! It will be made available to you when you head to your little landing zone. Thank you so much!

“Positive Reinforcement”

I still believe in you, and I still value you, Ajay. I’m a believer in positive reinforcement. I’m in control of my temper, even if you did just fuck up royally!