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writersmilex · 1 year

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Come Back!

Hank Wimbleton X FemReader

Summary: Hank finds out that you go possessed, and he knows only one way to help you out.

Anonymous on asks: FINALLY! I FOUND YOUR TUMBLR BLOG! (I saw your madcom fanfic on wattpad)Can you do Hank x Reader angst to fluff?Plot: Hank finds the reader brainwashed by The Auditor. He manages to snap Y/N out of it, but knocks Y/N unconsious.Later, he finds Y/N in medbay, healing. They wake up and uh yeah, that's where the fluff begins.Tysm in advance! Attention: Graphic Violence.

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(Art by @OrnetteSinclair on Twitter)

Hank has been looking for you all over the place. He is killing useless agent after useless agent to find you. He has turned half of this facility into a bloodbath. But his rage and concern will not cease until he sees you. A blood-red carnage was left in his wake, hot white wrath being his sole motivation. He kept looking around for you, there was a hint of panic in the untamed anger he was feeling.

You have to be here somewhere, where did you go? His hands are shaking as he holds an Iron grip on the hilt of a broken bloodied hammer, what used to be a hammer anyway.

After even more searching, Hank enters yet another room, where he finally finds a familiar face. But He cannot shake the feeling that something is off about you, different... The Auditor got his grasp on you and possessed you as he could tell from your glowing red eyes and the black mist surrounding your head. A Semi-automatic rifle in your hands, ready to attack. To attack him. Hank's mind blanks out as he sees you, the only thing he can focus on is you. And when you make eye contact with him, his worst nightmare comes true.

You raise your weapon and aim at him to kill him. Out of instinct, he throws the hilt of the hammer at you in an attempt to distract you. You flinch away at the moment of something being thrown at you, you growl in frustration and attempt to aim your gun back at the one you believe is your enemy. Naturally, Hank is quick to disarm the two other possessed agents that were with you, jabbing the butt of the gun into one of the agent's eyes and killing him. The last thing Hank wants is to hurt you, maybe he can knock you out some way? It would still involve inflicting pain on you, but not as bad as fatally injuring you to the point you can't fight back. "Stand still, you!" You huff in annoyance as Hank keeps dodging your advances, slowly getting closer to you in order to disarm you.

Once Hank is close enough, he pulls your weapon out of your hands, catching you off guard. He throws the gun out of reach and snatches you by the arms. You grunt in confusion as he shakes you violently, a futile attempt to get you to snap out of whatever hypnotized you. You fight back and raise one of your legs to kick out one of his legs, he huffs in light pain and loses balance, giving you a chance to pull away from your supposed enemy.

Hank comes back quickly and ambushes you, pushing you onto the ground. His plan is to knock you out and make you stop, take you back home and let Doc work his magic.

You land on the ground with a hard thud, your back taking most of the impact. It hurt, a short growl of pain leaves you and you grab onto Hank's wrists, his hand holding your shirt tightly. He's going to take this, but he feels like he doesn't have any other choice. Hank pulls your shirt up, lifting your torso off the ground completely without effort, and then he slams you back down on the ground hard. Your head hits the concrete ground, causing your vision to shake and you get disoriented. The first hit didn't knock you, but surely caused a concussion or something, with the way how he almost didn't hold back, it doesn't matter if it's the most important person in his life or the mere exterior of his most important person. But you are not there, where are you? Somewhere in there, you have to be in there! Hopefully, a hard knock on your head will bring you back. So, he tries again. Lifting you up and ramming your head against the floor a couple more times, repeatedly until you stopped struggling and stopped moving. A small pool of your blood left at the place of impact, an injury on your head. Maybe he has gone a little too far, but you're out now. In a swift move, he pulls you over his shoulder without looking back at the mission that he is supposed to complete, he carries your body back to the base so that 2Bdamned can fix you and hopefully bring you back. ~~~~ Your head feels like it's going to implode. The back of your head is aching the most. Your arm feels so heavy as you lift it to caress your own head to perhaps ease the pain, that's when you feel that there are bandages on your head, which concludes that you must have gotten injured somewhere. It smells rather clinical in the room you're in, the ceiling above you is a shade of white and grey. Looking around the room you see a figure red with red eyes. Once your vision clears, you discover that it's 2Bdamned standing over you writing something down on a clipboard. He must have felt your stare as he looks up from the board and looks at you, he looks rather tense, even more than he normally does. "(Y/n)?" He calls cautiously, you look at him confused. "Yes?" You answer groggily, Doc relaxes slightly upon hearing your reply. "welcome back." He says, only confusing you more. You rub your eyes to clear your vision a little more, "What happened?" You ask finally. Doc let out a deep sigh and looks over to your right. You follow his gaze and find the state-wide feared mercenary by the side of your bed. He's leaning back in a chair, deathly still with his breathing steady. He's asleep by the looks of it. 2Bdamned seems to notice your gaze at the killing machine. "He hasn't left your side since he brought you here." He explains, "You got possessed by the Auditor, but a hard knock against your head seems to have brought you back. Mind the concussion..." He continues. You look on at Hank as he snores in his sleep, "I'll get you some medication for your head," Doc says, excusing himself from the medical bay completely. After watching Doc disappear, you turn your attention back to Hank. Squirming in your bed to sit up, you reach over to the pen you see laying on the bedside table, aiming and throwing the writing-tool in Hank's direction. Your aching head causes your usual spot on aim to be off at the moment. Instead of hitting him in the face, you hit him in the chest. The pen falls of and clutters down to the floor, Hank jolts awake by the noise. Once the killing machine is fully awake he is quick to stand up and get close to you. He leans over to the bed and gets all in your face. "You brought me back?" You break the silence, although you know that Hank won't reply all that quickly. One of his large hands reaches up to every so gently cradle the side of your face, He leans in even closer and softly nuzzled your forehead with his covered prostetic mouth. Hank handles you with the absolute tenderness, you can't help but smile sofly. "what are you sorry for?" You ask. You don't have much problems reading Hank, you've spend a lot of time with him. In fact, you knew him before the sky turned crimson. "I hurt you..." He grunts against your head, "and I am... Sorry..." his grip only tightens a little, you tenderly push back against him to return the affection. "You helped me, didn't you? I forgive you..." You reply, seemingly easing Hank's worries slightly. He is glad that you understand what he had to do in order to save you. You always understand... _______________________________________ Not very angsty in the end as you had wanted, but there is angst present in the beginning... I think... Thanks for reading. -Smilex

#madness combat x reader #madness combat reader insert #x reader #reader insert #imagines #requested #madcom hank #hank j. wimbleton x Reader #fluff and angst

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distressedwalnut · 1 year

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Just curious, is Gabe a gun person or sword person? Or does he use whatever weapon? 🤔

Gabe mostly sticks to melee weapons or his fists! It's a good way to stay in shape AND a good way to vent out his anger :]

#madness combat #madcom #madness combat oc #madcom oc #Madcom Gabriel #madness combat art #madcom art #mc art #mc oc #art #my art #ask #oc #my oc #imagine while learning how to use a sniper he encounters Jeb #in reality he wouldn't care but imagine

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orderly-anon · 1 year

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Hi! Can you do general Headcanon of Yandere Phobos please :D

Of course!

//GOD-EMPEROR PHOBOS\\

GENERAL HCS

Prescription: General Yandere Headcanons

Side-affects: Mentions of threats, mild physical violence, paranoia, physical restraints, general bleakness

Doctor's notes: The reader is assumed to be a citizen of Nexus City who was stolen away at Phobos's command.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

]] Phobos is what one would never call tolerant.

]] He enjoys the fear on your face, his boot on your head, and the tremors in your nervous hands more than anything.

]] While there is the terrifying possibility that he could get bored of you eventually, he'd never throw you away, goodness no.

]] Despite his lust for fear, there is also a lust for comfort hidden somewhere within him.

]] He enjoys the warm, soft body you have and loves to kiss and hold it. You're like a stress toy to him.

]] Even though he claims to love you, his efforts to make you obey can only do so much. Eventually you'll get tired of being shouted at and threatened, and he fears that day.

]] His paranoia soon catches up to him, of course, resulting in him chaining you to him, quite literally.

]] Now his sweet, darling pet can go nowhere without him.

Absolutely nowhere.

#yandere madness combat #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #madness combat x reader #madcom #madness combat #madcom phobos #yandere phobos #phobos x reader

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avatar-of-the-scribe · 1 year

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how about another Audi? maybe some headcanons of him with an employer!reader? that or any other type of reader you feel like writing for, I don't mind any! whatever makes you comfortable. thank you and have a nice day!

Well. Time to get back to it Hm? Writers block will not keep me down forever! Auditor with an Employer Reader? I'll see what I can do!

Auditor x Employer! Reader Headcanons

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

One thing I can tell for certain is he worries far less for you, knowing that you too are an Employer- You are far less mortal than the grunts of Nevada. He sees you as far more capable of handling the threats and dangers, just don't go trying to one on one Hank. Could you beat Wimbleton? Likely. Would that fight give Auditor a Heart attack? Absolutely.

Whatever your task or job is as an Employer, he's fascinated by it. It could be a task as huge as recording the fates of those who lived, or as little as just overseeing this world. No matter what he enjoys hearing about your accomplishments in whatever you do. Please, feel free to tell him about it.

Employers biologically are a bit different, so if you do get injured he's very likely just to handle it himself instead of letting a medic go tend to you. Does he sometimes mess with improbability using the internalized drive he has to give you a higher chance of healing quicker? Well... No one can prove that ;)

One of his favorite things to do with you is dance on the roof of his main agency at night. Two shadow figures swirling around, waltzing through the darkness in a long since forsaken world. The moment a bit of peace in the chaos, the eye of the storm.

Speaking of forsaken world... You're just about the only thing in this world and beyond he sees as truthfully worth his time that's not something that he's tasked to terminate. Hank and that infuriating organization he works with are only a focal point because of being an ever present thorn in his flaming side. You, though, are the highlight of eternity to his existence- his light in such a dark world. And he hopes you see him the same way.

You are still getting spoiled. He's a man of power after all, which means you can be given the best of gifts he can give to you. Give him gifts in return and watch him melt into a flustered puddle, unsure if the heat in his face is natural or induced by the invisible blush across his face.

#madness combat x reader #madness combat #madness project nexus #madcom x reader #madness combat imagines #requests #auditor x reader #the auditor

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talesofsonicasura · 2 years

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Sun Wukong and Macaque with MK's Guardian: Boyfriend and Girlfriend

The moment any bit of Madness Combat is involved, these two are definitely going to pop up. Something a little light hearted for you folks especially the last four episodes are gonna hit HARD. Can be read gender neutral or preferred gender.

Let this be known, help rebuilding a city, identifying the specter responsible for said destruction, and two monkeys trying to get in your good graces(mainly to see your son) is stressful. Can't forget explaining yourself to said son's friends either.

Honestly a well deserved break is what you need. And it happen to be the day to enjoy a little pastime. No one but your son knows that you indulge in rap battles. Yep, the hellfire Auditor likes rapping.

Specifically against two oddball friends who happen to be a couple: a blue haired little person named Boyfriend and his redhead date Girlfriend. Yes, that's their names. The three of you usually rapping near an abandoned warehouse.

A place that Macaque and Sun Wukong earned the knowledge of for helping with the LBD Bull Clone fiasco. (Malevolent spirits are a pain in the ass to handle, especially the slippery bone bitch.) So neither monkey were expecting to see you in a rap battle as the Auditor.

They didn't get see to much since the song ended as GF declare you the winner this time. 'You've gotten a lot better, Audi! Too bad MK couldn't join us since he's still grounded.' Your nickname is Audi?

Boyfriend was quick to point out, well beep at the two watching yaoguai. Unless the bluenette is used to you, he'll only speak in beeps n boops hence the confused looks on Macaque and Sun Wukong. "He's shy so I'm usually the translator."

An 'innocent' idea popped up into your head. "Why don't you two join our session?" Both monkeys thought you were joking but nope. They've been behaving so far thus a little freebie shouldn't be that bad. It's just singing after all.

Apparently 'The Great Sage Equal To Heaven' has stage fright. The signs: nervous sweaty smile, eyeing his surroundings and nervous scratches on the back of his head. Guess even godly entities can have minor fears.

You reassured the Monkey King that not only was there nobody here but he can go last. Macaque would be first while you took second. Enough time for him to compose himself. The Shadow Monkey definitely a bit smug about his turn placement.

Not for long though as Boyfriend and the Six Eared Macaque start their battle with 'Uproar'. The yaoguai didn't expect for his opponent's beeping to mix perfectly to the beat of the song.

Macaque's actually a good singer but never fought a battle like this. Thus the monkey did what he usually would do, cheat. Macaque tried to whack the rapper with his tail.

You knew Macaque would play dirty but he never rap battle against BF. Why? Because the bluenette easily dodge his tail slap. Practically cackled from how shook the monkey was before he try again. Miss!

He use both the shadow clones and his staff but the rapper kept up his beat whilst dodging his opponent's attacks. In the end, Macaque lost although he looked less sour about it. Guess Boyfriend got his respect.

You were next, the song being Gunpowder. The difference between your skills and your acquaintances immediately showed. Sun Wukong who wasn't fully paying attention earlier, probably deep in thought, did upon how fast you spat out your words.

Each word coming out like bullets as Boyfriend speedily kept up. Macaque and Sun Wukong were completely flabbergasted when you rapidly fire ammunition at the blue rapper. (A personal request from BF which you obliged with rubber bullets)

To the two older yaoguai, the rap battle felt more like an actual battle from how you two were going. It ended with a very close win for Boyfriend. Now it was the Monkey King's turn.

The stone monkey still looked nervous, guess he needs a bit more reassurance. "Dāsheng, it's just us. No one is going to criticize *gives Macaque a pointed look* or bother you. At least try."

Guess it lit a fire under him as the Monkey King took the microphone from you. His song? Of course it had to be the opening theme for one of his shows. At least it'll keep him mentally grounded.

Throughout the song, Sun Wukong slowly began to enjoy himself. Each of his lyrics coming out more confidently and with vigor. At the end, he lost to Boyfriend but did a pretty good job.

Surprisingly the Monkey King wanted another go! You figure it's probably cause he never found a private spot to enjoy something like this with others. Macaque's competitive nature following in seconds.

In the end, you all rapped together until Boyfriend and Girlfriend had to go home. A really fun day for both parties, especially when it came to two certain monkey yaoguai.

Trying something like this ended up more enjoyable than they thought. Sun Wukong would go home to search for various songs while Macaque brush up some old records. They need a lot of practice to not only catch up to Boyfriend, but also you. A mutually welcomed challenge.

This is my second time writing a FNF rap battle with Boyfriend. Looking at all the various mods that had attack prompts, some resulting insta-death, those dodging skills are valid. Blue text is for Boyfriend when he isn't using beeps while pink is Girlfriend. I ain't typing beeps.

It took me awhile to find a song for Macaque's turn. Was about to use 'Slaughter Speedway' but 'Uproar' felt more suited in my opinion. Also Sun Wukong would definitely sing his own opening theme.

Just imagine that theme being in the FNF format cause no one has done an official JTTW related mod yet. Anyway, that's it for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you back at Megapolis.

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rotshop · 2 years

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hiyaaa !! this request might sound a little weird but how would deimos react to a vampire!reader who has big bat wings and/or could shapeshift into a bat ? ::0 sorry if this rq sounds weird lol-

ITS NOT WEIRD AT ALL !! u are talking 2 the wlfgrl bitch no non-standard reader is weird 2 me ,,,, sorr y the wings / bat things aren't a SUPER big element here X[ ,,

[ some violence against reader (by aahw agents) ]

-ok . lets say hypothetically for the sake of the argument you were just some random experiment at the facility deimos was stationed in during his time with the agency. At first, he just kinda views you from afar with pity tbh . He hates the way you thrash or hiss at any of the soldats or scientists around and the way they back you into corners and the way you'll make runs for it only to get caught within seconds and thrown to the ground and-

-It's safe to say he finds himself being distressed over it for longer than he thought he really would. Maybe its just because he happens to be posted around the area you're usually in most times, maybe its just random chance- all he knows is he can't help but watch while biting his cheek in anxiety at the sight.

-Eventually he feels like hes about to explode if he doesn't do something. Sure, he can't exactly just make a run for it with you (they'd kill the both of you before you could even step outside), but .. hopefully, he can give you something worthwhile. It starts out small, whenever you pass he'll try and give you something of a reassuring smile (he can't help the way his heart breaks when you noticeably tense up or shift back at the sight of his sharp teeth, misinterpreting it as malicious or mocking) or some other non-verbal little 'hey this sucks but just try to get through it please.'

-Nobody really even notices it other than you, to the point they get confused when you're staring back at him while you continue down the hall. Sure, he might get caught a few times, expression falling to more of a grimace at the withering glare one of the soldats at your side sends him but fuck it, nobody here's been his biggest fan anyway.

-Through some sort of dumb luck, he figures out a time where he can visit you without anyone else bugging you or asking him what he's doing. sure, it's late at night and he's usually dead tired by then, but he still visits you regularly. the first few times, you'd backed away from the door, mentally preparing yourself for whatever vile thing he was about to throw your way. it's mostly one sided conversation- him sitting cross legged on the floor while he goes on about his day, telling you what he seen earlier that day or heard of. if he lies a little bit it really doesn't mean anything, does it? i mean, could you blame him for stretching the truth a little when you're slowly inching your way towards him with interest.

-It becomes something of a bonding experience, he'll come tell you about his day and you'll occasionally return the favor in kind. Though, you'd usually talk about something other than your day. You didn't like the way he'd grimace or scowl whenever you recalled some unpleasant little test or move an agent had made. He didn't particularly like how you'd awkwardly trail off and stare at the floor in thought whenever you recalled the events of the day, too lost in your thoughts to really react to whatever he could even try and say.

-Eventually, he'll start asking questions about your wings. He'll admit, he'd always had some kind of a curiosity about them but ... he didn't exactly wanna start off whatever relationship the two of you had by talking about the things you were poked and prodded at for all day. he doesn't push his luck too much- just asking a few light-hearted little questions about what they can do and if they feel comfortable to you. If he jokingly asks if you sleep upside down to get you to half-laugh-half-scoff at him than who knows, maybe it was just curiosity. he does his best to be mindful (if anything, a little too much. it's an appreicated gesture but it's a little Silly for him to quickly look away whenever he so much as glances at them), but ... he might make a request or two here-and-there. you can still recall how he'd held his tongue for a long moment, giving them a cautious look as he repeatedly started and stopped speaking over and over. Eventually, between the stammering and fidgeting, he'd managed to ask a simple enough question.

-"You mind if I touch them?"

-Luckily for him (and his nerves) you nod. He's still careful when he reaches through the bars of the shoddy little cell they keep you in to brush up against them. He can't help the way he smiles and perks up when you lean into his touch. Maybe at a certain point his thoughts shift from curiosity to tracing along the sections and segments purely because you seem to enjoy it- not like you'd ever know, of course. Maybe if you oh so happen to fall asleep he hesitates for a long moment before slowly pulling his hand away to take his leave, biting back a smile (pointlessly, it's evidently there) at the way you huff from the lack of contact. Maybe he can't help but stare up at the ceiling for a good long while after the fact, mind never drifting from the memory of the moment (and plenty others before it) as he fidgets with the thin blanket pulled over himself. Maybe he puts his hands over his face and groans as it hits him just how head over heels he is.

-It continues on like this for a while longer, he'd wait till late at night to come visit you, you'd talk for a while until he had to go or you fell asleep, he'd go back to his quarters to sleep, rinse and repeat. It gives him something to look forward to that isn't riddled with the same anxiety and stress escaping from this place is. He's just able to sit down and breath for a moment with you, not having to worry about anyone getting on his ass or anything. It's nice- therapeutic, even. He just hopes that it's just as beneficial for you. He at least hopes thats why you'll excitedly look his way or shuffle towards the bars whenever you hear him coming. Of course, though, there was bound to be a hiccup or two along the way.

-To make a long story i simply can't write short; you get found out. You'd both been talking when you'd picked up on the sound of heels on the tiled floors heading towards the both of you, unsure of whether to try and shove Dei away or pull him closer as though you could yank him through the bars and hide him. Of course, neither of these would've worked- it was too late. Perhaps that was why he'd given you a weakly reassuring smile littered with his own fear as he stood and turned in the direction of the other. You'd started to wish you'd shoved him when he'd begun talking, shifting the blame entirely to himself, that you had no part in his visits and it was soley him who made the choice for him to keep coming back (Sure, it was ultimately his choice, but you'd made clear you wanted him to come back with how you'd consistently ask if he'd be back the next day before he left for the night). You could only hope this stranger would take some kind of pity- or at the very least just not want to bother with properly reporting him to the higher ups. It was difficult to tell with the shades (pitch black as opposed to the typical red, it was almost irritating. seriously, who even wears those this late at night? It wasn't uncommon to see agents without their shades during the day, let alone in the dark of night.), but you could only hope the silence he was in was a contemplative one.

-By some stroke of luck, once Deimos had finally stopped rambling on about how you were completely innocent (much to your annoyance), they'd spoken up. They'd reassured they wouldn't say anything to anyone about this, it 'wasn't their business' but that it was late. While you at least had some sort of verbal reassurance to hold onto now, you still couldn't help the dread that'd lingered in the pit of your stomach. You couldn't help how much you wished you could just break the door down and get out of this godforsaken cell when Dei had shot one last weak smile back at you, along with a little 'Hey, I'll see you tomorrow. Alright?' (it only worsened your feelings with the uncertainty that hung under his general tone), before walking away with the other figure.

-Anyway yeah everythings fine obvi lmao. He comes back the next night (with the same company as the previous one) and introduces you to him properly- Sanford. You're still on edge with him, but you're a little too busy freaking out over 'hey you're ok like you're fine right like everything is good right they didn't sell us out for realsies right????' while Dei repeatedly tries to reassure you that YES, he is fine. If he weren't so focused on getting you to calm down he could laugh at seeing you so frazzled. The nights continue on with you two talking, Sanford eventually being incorporated into the conversations with enough of Dei trying to get you two to mutually warm up to one another. It doesn't take long for the talks to go from general, to personal, to your goals. Those goals being a mutually shared one of getting out of here.

-skipping ahead 2 SQ days lol / more general hcs

-please know Dei is ur number one supporter. he can, will, and DOES talk and brag about you constantly. Oh, someone needs to get up to a different floor quickly?? How fortunate that HIS s/o can FLY right up there and cut time so easily huh. Oh, someone can't see something in the dark?? that's crazy, his s/o would toootally be able to tell where these agents are by the smallest little hitch of their breath. it would be more annoying if people knew he mainly does it just to get a rise out of you and because you're important to him.

-If you ever fly him around it's fun until he's digging his nails into your arm because you jokingly loosened your grip on him for a nanosecond. For someone who's flown a helicopter before, he's certainly not a fan of being suspended in the air like this. Don't be mean he WILL cry (read. clutch onto you and whine that he tooootally could've fallen and like, DIED if you weren't more careful mannnn ..... once again, he's just trying to get a rise out of you because he thinks its funny to get on your nerves. just a little bit. a healthy dosage of annoyance <33 /j)

-not literally but he is the werewolf to your vampire does this make any sense. you know what i mean.

-TOTALLY loves it if you're intimidating by any means. Something about the way the blood instantly drains from people's faces once they notice your red eyes in the dark somewhere above him and those huge wings of yours stretching out after they just rejected some work offer of his makes it impossible for him to bite back a grin. he thinks you're sick as FUCK (/pos) and he'll tell you as much afterwards, practically smothering you in kisses while going on about how cool you looked and how you absolutely scared that guy shitless

-if you ever use your wings as a blanket (either for yourself or him) he'll cry and sob so hard. he just leans against the nearest wall like 'ohhh my god i need a minute.' (POSITIVELY he just thinks its cute and it kills him to death)

#couldnt rlly figure out where to put this but i'd imagine there'd be some bonding over 'hey scientists dont care about you and my coworkers #are annoyed by me so maybe we can be alone together /r' or whatever #deimos x reader #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #rot writes

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helioxed · 1 year

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But too slow to know for sure if it's a part of the plan

#i accidentally made them spirit phone album cover oops anyway GSJSHJD #LOOOK RN THIS TIRNED OUT EXACTLY HOW I IMAGINED IT LOOK LOOK LOOK #I'M SO PROUD AGAJWGJDBDJ #uno's art #sweetheart oc #val oc #madcom #madcom oc

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gravedigest · 2 months

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Trying to figure out how to word the fact that old people in a future setting would be elite video game experts.

Like with handling a controller, like all these kids these days and their newfangled computer brains, back in MY day we could type 500 words a minute with our FINGERS and had the twitch responses of a god.

Doc headshots Deimos 6 times in their game and Deimos has no idea what the fuck is going on because he doesn’t know how to aimbot.

#Thinking about how people younger than me don’t know how to operate desktops.#Playing with future scenarios is weird because you gotta kinda predict how generations are gonna react to stuff #Like how kids in schools now are given chromebooks and holy fuck I hate chrome so fucking much oh my GOD I hate chrome it needs to DIE #Idk I’m messing with worldbuilding again and it’s fun to plot out what people do and don’t know #Regular apocalypse madcom is fun to write for similar reasons #A mix of the distorted reality and the fact that There Were Cities Here #Having people interact who were there before they were in the shadow of the coliseum and characters who can’t imagine what it might be like #I heard you like stories so I’m telling stories in my stories so you can read stories while you’re reading a story #‘Are you old enough to remember what the stars looked like?’

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cosmica-galaxy · 1 year

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Morning! I hope you dont mind but can i request a scenerio to the SQ crew?:

So recently player has gone 'Missing' and everyone is in HUGE stage of panic! But theres only one group to blame which is AAHW!! they might have kidnapped them when they were fast asleep! They need to gear up and get player back. Fast!

Though in reality player was just chilling outside-buying some snacks from the hotdog vendor for everyone to eat

(Thats all! Have a good day! And also..keep up your work!)

You couldn't help yourself, sometimes you just gotta get some 'me' time in. Despite your willingness to be doted on by your beloved vessels, they can become rather suffocating at times.

So, in the morning, you decided to sneak away from your overbearing vessels and venture outside by yourself for once. Once outside, you take in the peace and quiet (something rare in Nevada) and take notice of a hot dog stand just down the way from the SQ hideout.

You did feel a bit peckish...so why not indulge in yourself? You have some money on your person, that the boys "shared" with you from their missions, and you decided to go out and grab a nibble.

While at the hot dog vendor, you ordered your favorite style of hot dog and chatted idly with the vendor. Apparently, he's been doing this job for years and has seen his fair share of things around Nevada. His tales were wild and interesting, so much that you find yourself tuning in and nodding along.

However, the silence and peaceful moment between you both was suddenly shattered when the sound of the door to the hidden SQ building was kicked open by Hank Wimbleton. All decked up in his gear, like he was about to go to war or something.

However, the moment his bright red goggles lock onto you standing by the hot dog stand, his gaze visibly relaxes and his arms slump to his sides.

He begins to approach and you sigh.

"So much for my moment of peace." You grouchily say as you munch on your hot dog.

"Heh." The Vendor laughs. "Welcome to Nevada, kid."

When Hank reaches you, he visibly leans on you and wraps you up in his arms. Giving the vendor a cautious and leery glare. You can only sigh as you hear both Sanford and Deimos come out of the building, both brandishing their own weapons before finding you in Hank's embrace.

In no time, you're surrounded by your vessels once again.

The vendor can only watch as you are smothered and despite your pleading gaze, he merely chuckles at you quietly.

So much for taking a break...

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eggdue · 2 years

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lately ive been imagining Hank as a beefcake, just a huge wall of muscle, but also with a bit of a dad-bod going.

and Tricky as just... a very skinny gremlin man being able to se his joints skinny, with body hair all over, having his nexus outfit too, just a lab coat and boxers on, and just dang big shoes and ankle socks...

tbh i think that description of tricky fits him actually... just try to imagine that gremlin bouncing all over and kicking ass.

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writersmilex · 1 year

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My Only Friend

Anonymous asked: hi smilex nice to see you again, can i ask a scenario where hank and reader knew each other before hank became well... a murderer? basically reader was hank's only friend and they were very close, over time hank begins to have a crush on reader but he couldn't confess until the fateful day came with the boombox accident and from there they parted ways but after years they meet again

___ Nice to See you too... ‘I don’t know who you are’ Here is the request, Tumblr is always screwing me over one way or other and now I can’t respond to my asks. Here it is!

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Hank Wimbleton X Fem | Reader

Summary: Just before the crimson skies, Hank had a friend. You were the only friend he had at the time. _____________________________________

(Art Belongs to Rightful Owner)

"It sounds like fun, you should try it." Your eyes gleam with intrigue as you point at the flyer for a volleyball tournament. Hank crosses his arms and huffs in annoyance. "I don't want to." He growls, by this time Hank's crappy moods hardly threaten you. "You want more friends, right?" You reason with the stoic man beside you. He doesn't answer and looks away from you. Yeah... He does want more friends, but he just doesn't know how. He has an intimidating stature, and stoic expression acts rather aggressively at times and making friends difficult for someone like him.

"Tell you what, we go together." You say, taking a pen from a string to write your name neatly on the flyer. "(Y/n)..." Hank tries to reason, but he knows there is no point in reasoning with you. "Fine..." He agrees and takes the pen from you to write down his own name, right under yours. You look at Hank and beam at him, the brightest gaze he has ever seen, it could blind him if your face produced light like that. "Awesome!" You laugh with glee, Hank just huffs in annoyance once again. "Whatever..." He grumbles. He feels you tug on his arm. "I'm thirsty, come on let's get a drink." You're not strong enough to pull Hank out of balance, but that will change soon as you have been working out lately. Hank follows along with everything you want to do. He has nothing better to do anyway. And you're always so hyper and like to do things that end up being very fun for him always. Even though he will never admit it out loud, he doesn't have to because you always seem to be ideally in tune with his mood every time. ~~~~ The volleyball tournament was indeed fun, doesn't matter if you were good at it or not. You personally thought you did well. You noticed Hank acting a little looser after the games, he had fun as well. If you squint you can see him smiling slightly. "See? What did I tell you?" You ask playfully, patting your friend on his arm. Hank lets out a low chuckle, "It was alright..." He replies that means he had fun. His response only makes you gleam brighter. You cheer with a little jump, "See? I knew it would be fun!" You skip alongside your stoic friend. His hands are shoved deep into his pockets, as he slanders along with whatever you want to do. You're the best at finding fun things to do in his opinion. ~~~~ Hank started to feel strange around you for reasons that are still unclear to him. Seeing you happy made him happy, he did everything just to please you, he'd even do murder for you if you asked. Anything... Anything to make you happy. That smile of yours makes his day brighter. As far as he knows his life is very mediocre, and you make it better. He wants to see you every day to bring colour to his grey world. There is a place, Hank's favourite place in the park where he can find some peace. By the tree, it is a very serene place for him, ever since he was little he went there to be alone, as none of the other kids wanted to play with him back then. He didn't have friends back then, but now he has! He has you! His best friend and his only friend. He almost feels protective of you, and you don't have any enemies whatsoever! Perhaps some people find your bright and bubbly nature annoying, but that's normal he assumes. You can't get everyone on earth to like and respect you, no matter what you do. But he likes you but isn't really sure how he could show you that. So, he's going to show you his favourite place. "Are we there yet?" You ask for the fifth time. "We're really almost there," Hank repeats for the fifth time. You don't reply this time, merely holding your own hands behind your back as you trail behind Hank. You're usually the one with the plans for fun activities, and how he's the one with an idea and you don't want to ruin this for him. So you'll go with everything he wants now, just to make your friend happy. "This is a really nice place though, very tranquil." Your comment on the grassy fields of the park, There are not as many trees around as he remembered from when he was little, but his favourite tree is still the in the same place as it should be. "The quietness helps me think," Hank explains as he comes to a stop by the tree. "I can imagine that," you reply and keep looking around the fields. The park is rather crowded today, many people around and you saw one guy in the distance walking around with a boombox. "I like to just stand here and enjoy the silence... If I can..." Hank explains as he takes a stance, crossing his arms. He gives the random guy with the boombox a side glare. Hank never like that genre of music anyway, not to mention that it's rather distressing, such loud music in a place that's supposed to be peaceful. "I'm really thirsty, I'm getting a drink by the bakery. Do you want anything?" You ask your friend as you point in the general direction to the bakery that is right outside of the park's fields. "Just a soda." Hank requests with a dismissive wave of the hand. You nod and smile at your friend and skip off to get drinks. ~~~~ Hank waits for you to return, feeling a little tense at the loud music getting closer to him. The boombox guy is really getting on his nerves by now. Destroying his zen moment with that obnoxious music. It's clear that the boombox guy is not stopping on his own, so Hank has to do something about it himself. He walks around the tree and approaches the guy, "Hey, could you turn it down?" He asks as politely as he could. But instead is met with a rough push that causes him to stumble and lose his balance, falling on the grass. "This is a public place, I can do what I want!" The guy says matter-of-factly. Now Hank is angered enough to get physical with this guy, and he does. It was madness that day... ~~~~ Hank hasn't seen you since that fateful day with the boombox, it feels like he lost a piece of himself, which he might as well has. Nothing has been the same since that day... a day he curses still. The crimson sky doesn't change how he is feeling, as he looks over a war-torn city with very little left from the rooftop of the building where he and his comrades have taken shelter, a light breeze brushes by. But a part of him also wishes he never sees you again, you might think he's a monster. And he would agree with you if you did think that. His only friend that has been missing for what feels like years. He has kept you a secret from his comrades in the force, even Doc is not aware of your existence. Your memory is only his to cherish closely to what the last pinch of innocence remains in the endless void that he calls a heart. He still misses you so dearly, even when he can hardly remember your face. He is really conflicted about what he is feeling: He wants you back, but he doesn't. If he could meet you now, everything would change again. What if you weren't even alive? That thought saddens him. If you were out there somewhere, he hopes that you can survive. And meet him again one day. _____________________________________

There, I hope this is something that you want. It's very light-hearted, but it feels kind of bland, to be honest.

Anyway, there is nothing else much I think I could add to this.

Thanks for reading.❤️

- Smilex🙂

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