#El Presidente

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[amatobrooklyn]

you ask me for permission to build your hut, but you don’t even remember my account number at the Swiss Bank 💅💅💅

Glory to El Presidente! To the most honest ruler of the Banana Republic "Tropico"!

#art #digital art #sketch #artists on tumblr #my art #lineart #digital drawing #drawing #draw #artwork #tropico 6 #tropical #game fanart #game character #strategy #uniform #el presidente #corruption

[pedroam-bang]

Far Cry 6 (2021)

#2021 #gif #gaming #Far Cry 6 #Far Cry #Anton Castillo #El Presidente #Diego Castillo #Dani Rojas #Clara Garcia #Libertad #Esperanza #Yara #Viviro

[lextalioniss]

closed starter - @elpresidentclocation - police station time - Saturday, late morning

Erik was never particularly fond of the NOPD building, though not for the reasons one would assume given his affiliations and track record. It was an ugly, muscular structure of oat-coloured slabs and barred windows, a massive monolith to order and discipline, entirely rid of any sort of character. It felt like dead space, like something malignant growing in the midst of the city, slowly sucking all the colour and whimsy from its surroundings. The city was alive in his mind, and these sensible constructions almost felt like wounds upon its flesh. God, he sounded like Gladys.

It was sometime in the morning, the sunlight thin and watery, insubstantial against the bare skin of his forearms as he leaned against a pole, waiting. He'd rolled up the sleeves to minimize the sight of bloodstains and was tapping a cigarette against the case, antsy, wondering if he should just head home. It'd be easy to say he had to leave because he was an unsettling sight for the Saturday morning crowds, except Erik was always a bit unsettling, and never particularly concerned with it. And why would he? He'd said it himself - it would all be as it had been before. He tapped the cigarette once again and lit it. It was his first since they'd taken him in sometime during the night, and he closed his eyes to revel in the moment. No, not morning. Closer to noon. The city was too alive with noise.

He opened his eyes just as Robinson exited the building, gaze trailing her as she descended the steps. This is familiar - he reminded himself - it'll be easy to play along. So he did. "I really should start getting caught closer to the 4th district," he said thoughtfully, as if the statement wasn't entirely vague and cryptic. He cast another glance at the building, then pushed himself off and walked towards Minerva, languid, unconcerned, mildly irritated by the design choices. "At least that Egyptian Revival abomination of a station has a fucking modicum of personality. Though it is a bit ridiculous."

He held the cigarette to up as if to take a drag, ready to head away, then stopped with the filter held just shy of his lips, eyes narrowing as he turned back and got a proper look at Robinson. "I'm only just noticing - must have had a concussion - but aren't you all dolled up?" He blew the smoke out, considering her, a sly tug at the corners of his lips. "Don't tell me I'm interrupting something." But his words lacked due consternation, and he ended up sounding thoroughly amused - which he was, in all fairness. "Well, I'll be quick then. To answer the usual questions - yes, most of my blood is on the inside, where it's supposed to be. No, I'm not going home. I'm going to Gladys' townhouse, and she is much less fretful than mother so all the blood that is on the outside can stay there without causing distress." He tipped his head sideways, still observing Minerva with an amused glint to his eyes before he cast his gaze down the street, in the general direction of his grandmother's house. "I do usually stick to a strict diet of no Gladys before noon but..." He hummed, thoughtful, then looked back at her. "I must beard the burden valiantly. So, are we heading in the same direction or pretending not to?"

#el presidente #closed starter

[afteryesterday]

El Presidente, Tropico 1 appearance.

#my art #artists on tumblr #digital art #fan art #simulation game #el presidente #tropico #tropico 1

[zmeyel]

Translations seem to be going with “Sovereign” for U-Olga Marie’s title now compared to the “President” that fan-translations originally used. While I initially thought sovereign sounded cooler/more imposing and fit the supposed Beast VII, post LB7 and how it portrays amnesiac U-Olga I think using “President” actually could have been a very interesting exploration of who should be making decisions about the future and a further discussion about the series-wide idea of imposing your ideals on others.

Across the franchise we’ve been presented different stances about imposing your own ideals on the world regardless of the wishes of others. In Fate/Zero, Iskander and Gilgamesh endorse such imposition as the markings of a hero and what it means to be a king. The fate and ubw routes of the original novel, to different degrees, present Shirou pursuing his ideals as at least something admirable even if they clash against common sense and structure of the rest of the world.

Conversely, multiple fgo events have antagonists whose goals and motivations Chaldea find sympathetic/positive but still reject the antagonist’s decision to force their idea of a better world on everyone else. But at the same time many of our main allies are people who did exactly that in life even if some feel a bit bad about it now.

But a “president” is someone whose authority to act comes from ostensibly being chosen by the masses. It could have been interesting to have U-Olga argue her actions are more justifiable than Chaldea’s since as President of Earth she represents the masses (maybe have Alaya side with her for awhile and Gaia sides with Chaldea or something).

Recent revelations about the Foreign World seem to go against any of what I just said but it was fun to think about at least.

#fate/grand order #fgo #u-olga marie #fgo spoilers #translation #el presidente #random thoughts

[opera-gx-official]

Hey OperaGX, I love your shoelaces!!

thanks, i stole them from the president since he was too senile to notice me untying his shoes

#joe byron #el presidente #joe biden #opera gx

[thedestructionofgrace]

Just finished s4 of Mayans MC. EZ is ripping my heart into pieces, gaby?! Jay-jay?! Freya?! Making himself president?! The second half of this show (s3-4) has gotten so dark so quickly, it’s killing me man 😫😭

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[saudades-antigas]

#fanart #esboço #made in ibis paint #anton castillo #diego castillo #far cry 6 #el presidente #digital art

[littleesilvia]

Can we please talk about the whole ass choke hold that Obispo Bishop Losa currently has on me ? For 3 seasons I haven’t thought about him like that but now I’m all of sudden like oh fuck he’s fiiiine, come through papas come through 😩🤤🥵

#bishop losa #mayansfx #obispo losa #mayansmc #el presidente #hes so handsome #why am i like this #holdmethewayyouholdthatkutte

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[afrotumble]

dj honda / El Presidente feat. Jeru the Damajya

#dj honda #el presidente #jeru tha damaja #rap #hip hop #Youtube

[amatobrooklyn]

I’m sharing with you the progress of the art for Tropico. I thought that trying to draw without a line was too unsuccessful, I’ll just draw in my own style and not interfere where it’s not necessary. well.. uh.. how are you? (this is really not a finished work, the final result promises to be cool)

#my art #drawing #sketch #artists on tumblr #digital drawing #lineart #draw #artwork #art #digital art #tropical #tropico #tropico 6 #el presidente #ocs #oc art #my ocs #original character #unfinished #beginner artist

[hibiscusbabyboy]

#federico salles #savio palacios fitzroy #not mine #1970s #el presidente

[lextalioniss]

closed starter - @elpresidentc​ location - the vincelli mansion  time - later in the evening of september 27th, 1924  tw - none 

It would be a generous thing to say time passed slowly by, a rather more fitting description of its progression fell somewhere between traipsed and dragged. Erik had an inkling it had something to do with the fact he was still nursing that same stale champagne from over an hour ago. He didn’t even like champagne, just found that people tended to ask a lot less questions and pay a lot less attention so long as you were nursing something. And he was not yet desperate enough to be tempted by the travesty. The crowd had gone sweatier and louder and drunker. To a sober Erik it felt like being trapped in a Toulouse-Lautrec painting - around the edges of his vision people became caricatures, spinning around in sparkling flashes of black and silver and every colour under the sun. Post-impressionism made him dizzy, and not the good kind. 

He smiled his smiles, charming and elastic, made his brazen excuses and spun the little white lies about how he was going to be back (...in just a minute. Hold that thought for me, won’t you? Perfect.), before slipping out the back to the terrace where he could smoke in peace. And he would have, had he not been leaned against the railing, the cold stone biting into his back where a spare revolver was safely tucked away, just at the right angle to see Robinson strolling by the long line of windows separating him from the inside. He watched her for a moment, slowly savouring a drag from his cigarette as if he’d already decided it was his last for the moment, before flicking it over the railing and letting that twitchy little impulse inside him prevail. 

Maybe if he hadn’t been so bored out of his mind, or if he hadn’t had to grapple with her shockingly inadequate substitute this morning, he would’ve remained in his spot and lit another cigarette. Instead, he slipped through one of the glass doors and moved to cut her off in her path. “Robinson,” he said under his breath, as if not to draw the attention, then reached forward to catch her at her elbow . “Robinson. Outside.” He was staring down at her as if almost daring her to say no or make a scene. If there was ever a time he could get her to cooperate for five minutes without involving some fucking scribe of hers, it was tonight. “I promise, you’ll live through two fucking minutes. I’m sure you don’t want your guests to see us bickering.” 

#el presidente #chapter | 02 #if it were literally anyone else i'd apologise for the length #but since it's you #fuck it this works