#manhunt Mr. nasty

[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!”

[b0d1ly-st3w]

Hello Manhunt fandom I'm here to drop music headcanons because they're taking over my brain

𖤐 James Earl Cash: This could be me projecting, but he gives me major Mincecore/Goregrind/Crust Punk vibes, either that or like,, Dad metal.

𖤐 Robin/The Journalist: Idc if bedroom pop didn't exist in 2003 (idk when it was made mb og) but she would so be Girl In Red lesbian idc what anyone says, or she would be in to something crazy like Vomitnoise or something.

𖤐 Lionel Starkweather: Either P0rn0grind or like,, those little slow indie sort of love songs??? Or is it Grunge idk mb, but like I'm so stuck between them drop your ideas chat.

𖤐 Ramirez: War Metal, just War Metal, either that or Sludge Metal, I could see him being an Acid Bath fan.

𖤐 Mr Nasty: HE IS THE P0RN0GRIND FAN HE EDITS HIS SNVFF FILMS INTO SONGS

𖤐 Daniel Lamb: Male manipulator music, but he isn't a male manipulator he just likes Radiohead and Car Seat Headrest leave him be

𖤐 Leo Kasper: Nu Metal or Industrial Metal,, he seems like a Coal Chamber fan idk bro

If you have any headcanons you want to share, please do I love this fandom I wanna know what yall think dawg

[gloomyist]

Nationality Headcannons

[deadpuppetboi]

Finally drew Ramirez with the occasional Mr. Nasty at the side.

[bl4ck-rabbies]

FINALLYYYYY It took me months to finish this one but I'm so happy with the end result, I love Manhunt so so so so much.

PD: I won't be able to do digital drawings for over a month so yeah, have this little treat until I'm back <3

[seemslegitflapjacks]

The urge to post Manhunt content in here is very overwhelming.

[mouthofsillyness]

i wanted to do my own interpretation of Mr.Nasty and kinda liked it (throught i think it should be more... mysterious... /hj)

also i tried to draw the journalist from memory but it is not that good💔

[manhuntingbonanza]

Even though a majority voted that there couldn’t be any surviving gang members post-Manhunt 1, but I love to make up connections between the two games as I go, so here are my headcanons of the supposed sole survivors!!

- In addition to working alongside Starkweather, Mr Nasty was doing business with Dr. Pickman and the Project. Pickman would buy all the equipment that were used by the Pervs in their dungeon from Mr Nasty and Valiant Enterprises.

- Mr Nasty also used to occasionally host “morgue parties” as side business. Donald Love used to be one of his finest guests.

- After the Wapona Hills incident, Mr Nasty fled the scene and temporarily moved his business to Cottonmouth. After Daniel was caught, the turmoil emerging in Cottonmouth lead to increased sales in the black market overall. It turned out to be good for business, as far as Mr Nasty was concerned.

- The surviving Wardogs members sought refuge in Cottonmouth. Luckily, they bonded rather quickly with the Bloodhounds for being gung-go and gun-loving!

[valiantvideo]

manhunt (2003)

[spooky-donut-ghost-house]

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

[prayantis]

Quick Mr. nasty and Ramirez sketch

[skelliethorn]

oh god, I didn't capitalized Valiant

I had a strong need to design an OC inspired by Manhunt. Here this:

She's a hitman and goes by Muscolosa. Her real name is Tofana.

The reason why she does photography also because it gave her extra cash.

She has an allergy for synthetic materials (polyester, rayon, nylon, spandex, rubber, etc.) She often wear actual leather over faux leather because of it.

Tofana was supposed to be a heiress for a pesticide company, but certain family members backstab her. Later on, she handle her anger by weightlifting.

She's 6 ft/183 cm tall. She only date people who are shorter than 5'8 ft/176 cm.

The additional $2500 to have her in special outfits was a joke, she never expect anyone to actually spend more money to have someone killed. Then Mr. Nasty barged into her motel room with a leather gear and a wad of cash. She has never interacted with him before this moment.

Then she became his go to person for when he needs promotional photos for his films, and essentially forced her into working exclusively for Valiant Video Enterprises. Where she will learn more fetishes of her clients than she would prefer.

Tofana has worked with Starkweather for 1 film. Then immediately after became the 50th woman to have a restraining order on him.

Also, that pic wasn't her first pick to be featured on the catalog.

Anyway, here what she usually wears:

[gloomyist]

A kinda relationship chart or at least how I would imagine it

[deadpuppetboi]

Manhunt ending be like:

[b0d1ly-st3w]

Hello Manhunt fandom I'm here to share my rarepair,,, Ramirez and Cash. Now, you could argue that they literally are against each other, but consider the following,,, doomed toxic yaoi. They were lovers before Cash was sent to prison, and Ramirez got caught up with Starkweather & Mr Nasty during the time Cash was banished. They loved each other so deeply, but after Cash went to jail Ramirez just stopped talking to him all together, but he never forgot about him, and when Ramirez was ordered to kill Cash he was secretly devastated because he knew it was him, but Cash didn't recognize him at all, and was too busy trying to stay alive to even stop and think that it was his boyfriend,,, that's it bye Manhunt fandom I love you guys

[deadpuppetboi]

They’d hate how ✨girly pop✨I’ve made Mr. Nasty as, I'm sure-

I wonder what the politicians and parents would think if they saw the fanfics, fanart and hcs about manhunt. They'd probably go fuckin wild.