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sparrowchute · 2 days

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Heres a doodle comp also!!! Some of these are rlly old be gentle

#probabyl not a great idea to post twice in a row but whatever #im not rlly fond of the last page espcially its so old but i love the hank and doc on the green screen dhfjsjfjs #madness combat #madness project nexus #mc hank #mc doc #mc sanford #mc deimos #2bhank #(if you squint)#sanmos #simmons likes to draw #my art

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blazepandaartz · 2 days

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Honey-badger.

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menacarychamber · 5 months

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Quick dodge

#madness combat #madcom art #madcom #madness combat hank #hank j wimbleton #mc hank

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arandanoedgy · 23 days

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Another one with the shitty shirts

Og:

#madness combat #madcom #madness combat hank #mc hank #madcom hank #madness combat mag hank #madcom mag hank #mc mag hank

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m0ucury · 9 months

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It was funnier in my head I swear

#madness combat #mc sanford #hank j. wimbleton #madness combat hank #mc deimos #mc hank #deimos #2bdamned #please tell me im funny/hj

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thecanvascreature · 8 months

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Woke up this morning and went straight back to drawing 2bhank stuff :3

#my art #madness combat #hank j. wimbleton #2bdamned #2bhank #mc hank #mc doc #mc 2bdamned #madness combat 2bdammed #madness combat art #madness combat hank #madcom #pink hank #pink 2bdamned #i love them

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jerktournament · 7 months

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ROUND ONE - Church (Red VS Blue) VS Hank J. Wimbleton (Madness Combat)

!!! PROPAGANDA BELOW !!!

CHURCH: "From a long line of jerks, Church is the second and sometimes third iteration of the director, and he is still a jerk. You'd think he'd have moved on after the second life time, but Epsilon Church still blames Caboose for killing Alpha Church (even though through a convoluted time travel scheme, Church was actually the one to kill himself). So vote for him! A jerk for 13 straight years and 3 life times; absent father, shitty leader, and sarcastic AI."

HANK: "This DUUUUDE cares about no one else, except when it's to get his hands dirty. He will not STOP, and enjoys killing people horrifically. AND he does it when he isn't enjoying it. He started his whole thing by killing 30 people (32, if you count the zombies) in a park over a BOOMBOX. The moment someone isn't going his way, it's the HIGHWAY for them. He will betray them, and cares not for others but his own directive. He is SO bad, that a whole agency got created just to stop him, the AAHW (Agency Against Hank Wimbleton). Hell, he'd even try to fight himself to the death if there was another of him, THAT'S how bad of a jerk he is."

#rvb church #hank j. wimbleton #red vs blue #madness combat #church #mc hank #leonard church #poll

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deernozone · 1 year

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Flipnote is fun‼️

#madness combat #madcom #madness combat fanart #madcom fanart #madness combat hank #hank j. wimbleton #madcom hank #mc fanart #madness combat tricky #mc hank #mc hofnarr #madcom hofnarr #madness combat hofnarr #flipnote #sorry for the inactivity #look at this sillies

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idyat · 5 months

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An idea

Hank x reader angst/fluff

Like reader getting Hurt and Hank going insanelly mad/protective over them 👀👀

Hank x reader

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Summary: You almost die lmao

WARNINGS: Pretty hefty description of gore, blood and an almost dead body, reader gets shot lol

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The alarm screamed as you ran through the halls, emptied out gun in one hand, the other trying its best to reach for your tablet and balance the files you were told to steal at the same time.

When you got it, you checked to make sure you were going the right direction. North West, drive-through storage room, perfect.

On your way there you smashed the alarm disabler off once you passed by it, for good measure. You winced from the glass shards but at least that damn noise was finally off. Picking up a gun from a dead agent, you ran down the building to where you needed to go as fast as possible before any reinforcements come and rough you up even more than you already were.

Eventually reaching the room you were supposed to exit through, you see a strange contraption on the door. You slowed down to check it out, make sure it's not a bomb, and it's...got S.Q inscripted on it? What the fuck?

A weird machine-looking thing with S.Q's logo or whatever tapped on it, stuck on th-

You hear a click and a beeping noise.

As you turn around, you barely have time to see yellow before a shot echoes in the room.

Fuck. You forgot how clever those engineer bastards could be.

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"Hank? Do you hear me?"

Hank brought his bloody hand up to his earpiece.

"Loud and clear. What do you want Doc?"

2BDamned was lucky he only interrupted Hank after he was done killing all the agents in the room, otherwise he would have gotten a way ruder response, if any at all.

Hank wasn't eager on actually listening to anything that was about to be said to him, until the name of his lover was brought up.

"They were supposed to have left the base with the documents by now, but their tracker has been backing away from the exit? I think something happened to them. North-west, 1st floor storage room."

2B didn't need to tell Hank what to do, the latter dropped the corpse he was holding and rushed out like a raging ghost, ready to mow down whatever came across his path.

* * *

The engineer dragged his last victim's body along the floor as he communicated what he found on them.

"Yup, they were the one with the files. Gotta say, I'm surprised at how easy it was to trick them, I might as well have wiggled a cardboard cutout of Nick and they would've fallen for it!"

The radio-like voice laughed before quieting down when something was said in the intercom.

"Make sure to check if they're dead. Stay wary of your surroundings too, last time we checked the rest of 'em were still here."

"Yeah yeah. I'm using a big caliber, I'm sure it'll be good."

The ATP brought the body up to his eyes. There were indeed multiple gaping holes in their body, slowly gushing out blood and leaving a red trail behind him.

"Your optimism will be your downfall engineer, be careful."

"If you say so. Hey, now that we've mentioned Nick, tell him to buy me some smokes when he lea-"

The engineer suddenly whipped his body around, gun pulled up.

"...I heard something. Over."

It's funny how serious he just got, pointing his flashlight and weapon at every corner of the room, slowly advancing, dragging your body with much more care than before.

He begins going down the hall just a little bit faster. Both out of safety, and maybe because of a tiny prick of fear.

While he power walks, he looks back behind him one last time, just to check. The next thing he knew, he bumped against a tall bloody mass.

Just like you, the last thing he saw before blacking out was the splashing of his own blood.

But despite the burning rage, the want to hear this asshole scream until its lungs were fried, the killing machine threw the two halves of the body to the wall and fell to his knees, hands shaking in a frenzy to find out how to make rudimentory treatments before his dearest bled out.

All he could do at the moment was rip up tissues to stuff into the bullet holes and wrap a bandage around the wounds. He would have just torn off hunks of his own flesh to replace yours, but he wasn't yet sure if not only that would lead to an infection or not, or if that would even work any better than cloth.

Even when unconscious, your hands twitched at his first-aid attempts. It hurt. He knew it hurt. But he couldn't do anything about it. And on fucking god if that didn't break his heart. That and the dread of watching the life essence still slowly flow out of you as he called up to Doc.

"Emergency. NOW."

He held you up and ran to the car. No one could see it, but he was praying to any deity that may be left up there for you to be okay.

Protecting you was the best thing he knew to do. Even more than murder. And failing even this once would be a fate worse than an eternity of hell.

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Pain. That was all you felt as the medbay light made you tear up slightly.

You closed your eyes, trying to sleep just a bit more, and potentially numb the horrible pain in your chest, but your attention is now also caught by the muffled voices in the room.

It takes a few minutes and what feels like a few injections for you to finally fully regain consciousness. When your sight unblurs, arm on the forehead to block out the brightness and pain, you see two red circles staring down at you.

"...Hi sweetie."

Hank almost jumps in happiness to his partner speaking up, his cold and calloused hands rubbing over your arm and sides, careful not to touch your many injuries.

"Excited, big guy...?" You tiredly say as you wrapped your arm around his and kissed his wrist. Your voice was weak, but you were smiling and alive and that's all that mattered to him at that moment. "Anything...what happened...?"

"You got shot."

Your eyes widen a bit, you didn't notice 2BDamned in the room until he spoke up while analyzing you a little more.

"Well...yeah, I figured. Anything else?"

"Hank over here finally understood how to not use food wrappings as bandages."

You let out a raspy chuckle. Hank definitely didn't care though, he was too focused on making sure you wouldn't faint and die at any moment.

It took a few minutes before Doc left the room. A few minutes of desperately trying to get to you for further examination without Hank giving him a death glare and pulling his partner away, closer to him.

When 2B finally left the room, he suddenly wrapped his arms around you as gently as possible and pulled you in, resting his head in the crook of your neck and relishing in the feeling of your living skin against his.

"Hanky? You alright?"

"No."

You softly hug him back with a sympathetic look on your face. He was breathing heavily, maybe even shaking a little. He hadn't let you go ever since you woke up, in fact his grip only got tighter and tighter, as if you would fade back away the moment he stopped.

"Hey, it's okay. It was just another little shot, nothing new."

You smile and rub his back, completely unaware of the hours spent to heal you back, of how many times you've flatlined during it, of all the empty blood packets sitting in the trash bin, of how they've genuinely considered just letting you die so they can bring you back later, of all the injections, bandages, tissues, spare organs, and most impirtantly, of how fucking scared Hank was.

Could he have been there to hold your hand while you agonised under 2BDamned, god damn he would have. He would have held it tighter and with more love than any gun he's ever handled. Maybe that's why he seemed so angry at Doc. As reasonable as it was, not being able to get any closer than 10 feet from the love of his life while they were nearly dead was torture.

But it was over now. He could hold you close without your blood staining his clothes. You gotta admit, it was quite pleasant to have basically a living ice pack against you when your entire body felt like you were going through a blender.

You two kept quiet for a bit, appreciating the contact with your lover, before he whispered.

"I'm sorry."

"It wasn't your fault."

"I should've been there."

"You couldn't have known. I should have been more careful if anything."

Hank lifted his head up from your neck before grabbing your cheeks and digging his eyes into yours.

"Don't say that. You got me?"

Your smile widened a bit.

"Sure."

His head fell back onto you after that. How adorable was it to see a ruthless genocidal maniac cuddling up to you like a cat.

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