#hitman contracts

[playstationpark]

GamePro #186, Mar 2004 - 'Hitman Contracts' cover.

#Hitman Contracts #GamePro

[flojocabron]

47/47 vision

#video games #googly eyes #sony #ps2 #hitman #hitman contracts #io interactive #eidos #agent 47

[funky-vg-beats]

menu theme hitman: contracts ost

#hitman #hitman contracts #request #oh this is GOOD once it gets going

[cajunandfire]

A local retro game store was having a sale, so I picked up some games for my Hitman collection! The condition of them isn't exactly display case quality but I'll upgrade them in due time! Just happy to have them for now.

Now I just have to clear out a spot on my display case for my growing collection!

#hitman #hitman absolution #hitman contracts #hitman 2 silent assassin #hitman blood money #agent 47 #video games

[ziggarts]

Behold,

the murderous egghead

#murderous egghead #agent 47 #tobias rieper #hitman #hitman codename 47 #hitman silent assassin #hitman contracts #hitman blood money #hitman 2016 #hitman 2 #hitman iii #hitman fan art

[bloody-and-vulnerable]

Agent 47 in Hitman Contracts: Is shot, confused, and hallucinating as he weakly moves around his crappy hotel room, fully ready to die

Me:

#hitman contracts #agent 47 #whump #hitman #eidos

[kurhl]

Contrato de assasinato 4 / 5 estrelas.

#hitman contracts #hitman #ps2 #xbox #pc #gaming

[driskolestateshow]

First look at the new Hitman: World of Assassination. First target level.

#hitman #world of assassination #agent 47 #driskolestateshow #the driskol estateshow #gameplay #playthroughs #shorts #fyp #for your page #like #follow #tumblr #io interactive #hitman contracts #hitman blookd money #hitman 3

[playstationgamemania]

#hitman #ps2 #hitman: contracts

[cabbi3]

I was scrolling through my art folder and realized that I haven't posted these

i guess you can view these art as some kind of postcard taken through out the years whenever 47 and Diana are together

#hitman fan art #hitman fandom #hitman 2: silent assassin #hitman: contracts #hitman #agent 47 #diana burnwood #agent 47/diana #agent 47/diana burnwood #47/diana #diana/47 #they can be real nice art prints i guess :) #cải's art

[playstationpark]

Official PlayStation 2 (UK) #46, May 2004 - 'Hitman: Contracts' cover.

#Hitman: Contracts #Official PlayStation 2 (UK)

[potionofinstantdamage]

If you've still got the energy for requests, what about doc looking like a farmer?

relics of a simpler time

#this is from my headcanon doc lore past. which is literally just his old non-minecraft letsplays #YES i have docm77 lore. YES in involves him running a large-scale farm and doing contracting work for aperature sciences and being a hitman #ask #countthelions #scribbles #doc

[pedroam-bang]

Hitman (2016)

#2016 #gif #gaming #Hitman #Agent 47 #International Contracts Agency #ICA #Walther #WA 2000 #AMT #Hardballer #assassin #sniper

[cartoonishly]

You should check out Fuzk's featured contracts in Hitman 3 today - there's some interesting contract picks.

I also had the pleasure of illustrating the custom art for each of them. ✏️🤖

#hitman #hitman 3 #commission #fan art #featured contracts #curated contracts

[ziggarts]

Patience is a

Virtue.

#hitman #hitman blood money #hitman codename 47 #hitman silent assassin #hitman contracts #hitman woa #hitman 2 #hitman iii #murderous egghead #agent 47 #tobias rieper #emotional support handler #diana burnwood #hitman fan art #lil style

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Nobody

CW: Choking/strangulation, whumper as whumpee, guns, brief dubcon and gore mentions, brief gendered slur towards the end

For @amonthofwhump day 11: Strangulation

You can find more Nanda on Jameson’s masterlist

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He was stupid, really. Just fucking full-on stupid. No excuse for it, no reason, no understandable explanation for what he'd overlooked. Forgetting to check one single room in the enormous house. Losing track of one person for just a few seconds. Not even his assigned target. 

Just one single man in one single room that Nathaniel Benson hadn't accounted for.

One stupid mistake, and now he's on his back with heavy hands closed tight around his neck, gasping for a thin thread of air he can just barely pull into his lungs. 

This asshole, with a face like a thumb that got delusions of grandeur, is going to kill him and dump his body and Nanda's brand new house will go to some chump who doesn't even deserve it. 

"Let… go-" He hisses, but honestly, he doesn't even know if this guy speaks any English. There's no reason for Thumb Face to know it, they're deep inside the borders of another nation across the breadth of the world. But he says it anyway.

It's pure instinct, and just as stupid as forgetting to check that room. Like the guy will just decide to pull back, whoopsie-doodle, guess I'll stop trying to kill you since you clearly don't actually want me to… 

As it is, the guy only sneers down at him, and leans forward. His weight on Nanda's stomach keeps him pressed into the floor, just a few feet away from his gun. 

He could fix this, if he could only reach that gun. Just a few inches too far away. Just a little too far. 

Just far enough. 

Bright white bursts like fireworks flash in his vision, his body pleading with him for oxygen he can't provide. Between those sparking lights, he can see the snarling expression of the man who will soon murder him, his teeth far too white to seem real, sweat beading up on his forehead over a pulsing vein. 

I am going to die at the hands of a man who looks like a child drew him while blindfolded. 

His fingernails scrape and scrabble along the man's thick forearms, gaining purchase but no strength to pull him away. He's already torn long red gashes, but none of it moves the man at all. 

If only he could reach his fucking gun-

His vision grows dark at the edges, heart pounding, desperate to force what oxygen he has left to his brain to keep it working for as long as it can. 

The darkness is growing… 

Who will even miss him? After he's pitched into some dark river and found by police who see no identification on an anonymous corpse? Who would notice when Nathaniel Benson never comes home?

No one. No-fucking-body.

He has a brand-new, entirely empty six-bedroom house with a cleaning lady paid by automatic draft who has never seen his face. It would take a year for the drafts to stop. He has a series of one-night stands with cute boys who come their brains out under his whip and his dick but never want to fuck him twice to show for every time he's tried to find someone with tastes like his own who won't tell a safeword as soon as things really get fun. Phone numbers that won't pick up if he calls. Pretty men who leave when he enters the bar. 

He has a sister who would mourn him, but he only speaks with Sammie once a month or so… oh, and nieces and nephews who might remember him for a couple of years. He has parents who pretend he never existed until he's right in front of them…

Who would miss him? 

Christ, who would even pay for the tombstone? Or even be notified if anyone did identify his body? One stupid mistake and his life stops like it never began. 

Nanda finds just enough air to grunt, but when he tries once more to breathe in, the bastard's thumbs on his windpipe and his fingers closed tight leave no room. 

The air stops in his mouth, over his tongue, sits there like a weight or the name of a lover he doesn't have. 

The guy's wearing a V-neck sweater and when he leans over so far his stomach is pressing to Nanda's chest, he sees a flash of light on dull metal through the growing darkness taking over his vision. 

He doesn't think about it. Thinking is getting harder, it would take too long to think it through. Instead, he pulls his right hand back, jams it up under the guy's shirt, and pulls the gun awkwardly out of the underarm holster he's wearing. 

He's nearly gone, he can't see anymore. His heart pounds in his temples and ears and he hears absolutely nothing when his finger pulls the trigger, once twice three times, the gun kicking back into his own stomach, over and over. 

He's not even sure if he really fired it - or just hallucinated it - until the hands on his throat go slack and then fall away, as the man slumps to the side, half-on and half-off of Nanda.

He coughs as his throat whistles with new breath, head spinning from the lack of and sudden overwhelm of oxygen, laying limp on the cold hard floor. 

The man with his thumb-shaped head coughs, too, but it doesn't do him any good. He'd coughing in a thick, wet way that tells Nanda he shot through his lungs, or at least through one. 

Nanda manages to shove him off the rest of the way, and with agony starting to throb behind his eyes, he rolls onto his side and then onto his hands and knees to crawl to the place his own gun had fallen. The thumb man's gun in one hand, his own in the other, he turns around to face the dying asshole whose hands he can still feel like ghosts clinging to his throat. 

"Fuck you," He says in a rasping, whistling thin reedy voice. "I wasn't even h-here to kill you."

He raises his own gun, a wonderful familiar weight, and fires. 

The man's head abruptly loses half its bulk and now it isn't shaped like anything at all. But the wall behind him is painted a beautiful bright red streaked with grayish-white. 

Nathaniel Benson slowly drags himself to his feet, holstering his own gun, stumbling down the hallway. He checks his watch, closing his eyes as the world lurches around him when he tries to focus on the numbers. 

The target will be home soon. 

He has two hours to clean this mess up if he wants the kill to be according to his original plan. Or, he supposes, he could brew some tea, clean up his fingerprints, and kill the bitch when she walks in the front door after the opera. Or just after.

Let her see her thumb-lover's body, first. Let her mourn him. If she even does. He’s not sure how anyone could mourn someone who smelled so much like beer cheese dip without pretzels.

Still, give the target a couple of hours to discover him.

Then kill her. 

Nanda leans back against the wall, his own sweat trickling down the back of his neck to disappear into his shirt. 

Get the job done. Get home.

And then go find someone who will do anything he wants and still miss him when he's gone. 

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