#[o] hank j wimbleton

[keywhole]

these fucking guys

[torrone44]

Rabiscos aleatórios de Trickjeb que eu fiz a um tempo atrás (eu ainda faço um remake deles se beijando)

[deisbookofdemons]

((Mostly Magma art with bestie.))

[floragators]

Since my FNF/Newgrounds fixation has been revived, I would like to specify that my main f/o include Girlfriend from fnf, Whitty from the fnf mod, and Hank J Wimbleton from Madness Combat.

Do I have others? Absolutely but those three are the main ones that I have the biggest fattest crush on and are very normal about. I will try my best to post some more Me x GF self shipping alongside ofc Whitty and Hank.

[redamoureux]

:00 if you could, maybe a yandere! hank x s/o who used to be an A.A.H.W agent? when they meet again, instead of s/o trying to kill them like they’re always have, reluctantly - they just flee?

─ Bad Blood

Yandere Hank J. Wimbleton Headcanons/short

↳ content warning: yandere themes, obsessive behaviour, stalking, shooting, violence, mild blood, murder, forced/dubious relationship, intimidation, hank's oddly kind of a soft yandere here

• genre: romantic

Working in an agency that's literally built to merely hunt one specific criminal is never an easy job. But with little place to work and protection around, you were obliged to accept the policy or you wouldn't get to see another day.

Auditor, the leader of the faction can be described as rather a cruel and vicious boss. Even though you've never met him directly, just by hearing whispers and tittle-tattle around the place never fails to make you falter.

So it doesn't suprises you when news about a massacre occured in one of the many base around the city reached auditor, he simply told his henchman to call up the janitors and clone even more grunts.

You were annoyed by this behaviour of him. Not only did he let his employees work in such poor condition, he also can't respect the values of lives. You thought the idea of this whole ordeal is just pure stupid. And most of the remaining mortal grunts like you also agreed, but your resentments are clearly silent, for the most part.

And the last but not least of your problems, Hank J. Wimbleton. Pratically being the root of the apocalypse happening nevada, he brings troubles or death for basically anyone he comes across. Heck, you were suprised that this man manage to even have a team in the first place.

One day, you were casually just sitting at the passenger seat of the agency's truck delivering supplies to another base that supposedly located not far away.

And the next thing you knew, another smaller vehicle drove right next to you, a hook suddenly emerges from the back of it and flew up above the truck's roof. While you and the driver were momentarily distracted by it, a bullet hits the window and shot the driver. Your startled state turned into panic and you immediately jumped out of your sitting position to grab the steering wheel, trying to control the truck while your leg tries to hit the brake.

Then something hits you on the head, knocking you out thus losing control over the truck and making screeching sound before crashing, almost rolling it over.

While you lay unconsciously on top of the driver's body, the smaller car's wheels halts just feets away from ths truck and two men comes out. The black figure near the broken window stares intensively at the two body before a voice behind him called.

Gaining your concious back by the throbbing pain in your head, you groan lightly before you took a glimpse at your surroundings and heard distant talking just outside the truck. Keeping yourself to shut up from the pain, you took the weapons stocked up under the seats and loaded it. Bracing yourself, you pushed the door open, getting the attentions of the men before you emerged and shot all around them immediately.

Fortunately, you were succesfully able to shot one of the guys and distracting the other, leaving only one familiar face to fight. Hank J. You gulp, wishing you really don't have to deal with him─ but you know your chances. And you're not dying without a fight atleast.

You kept on shooting, but he was be able to miss most of it and so you quickly changed guns when it ran out of bullets, before jumping out and running behind the truck. He followed closely and looked behind the truck, ready to kill, to find noone. A sound of car engine starting up makes his head perk up and he turns around to find the team's car moving forward at him at a fast speed, to which he quickly dodges. You kept speeding up until eventually they goes out of view.

With your heart pumping fast with adrenaline, you looked the rear mirror, seeing your ruined and blood stained form, you took deep breaths and have set one final plan in your mind.

Walking in the empty street, your footsteps clicks against the rocky road as you tinkered around with a broken tablet in your hand in attempt to turn it on. You bit the insides of your cheek as you remixed the wires again and pressed the power button.

Your attempt were proven fruitful when the tablet made a startup sound and the logo flashes up. You smiled at your succesful try as you happily looked at the screen. Suddenly you heard a short scream coming from an alley nearby which you stopped on your tracks.

You looked around to see where the sound may have came from─ when another long scream was heard once again, and this time you were be able to sense that it was coming from one of the alleys behind you. You ran towards the source of sound as a sound of bone cracking and a scream was suddenly heard again which made you hold your breath and lean against one of the closed stores.

You exhale and turn to take a peak, your eyes widen in horror as you gaze landed at the dead bodies on the ground, blood splattered almost everywhere as you saw a strong arm dropping down an ripped off arm. You mind screamed at you to run, and you were about to do so, when you heard pained whimpers. Squinting your eyes slightly, you saw a horribly injured grunt flump on the ground, staring at the tall shadow before them in terror and fear of their life.

You felt a sudden urge to save the grunt as you took out a syringe filled with some muscle relaxant drug and stared at it. You knew this has the high chance of possibly risking your life instead, but you're willing to try. Without a second thought you closed your eyes and sneaked up towards the man quick enough before he finishes off the grunt.

You stabbed the taller grunt with the syringe in the shoulder which made them to turn around and you punched him in the face. He let out a slight groan and buried his eyes in his hands to recover for a moment. You took this chance and helped the stunned grunt to get back up. As you're doing just that, you saw the taller grunt getting back his senses, so you whispered to the grunt you've helped "go!" With no hesitation, they nodded and ran.

Your relief was short-lived before you feel yourself being grabbed by the throat and thrown back harshly into the wall of the dark alley.

Groaning, you slump down the wall, feeling immense pain through your whole body from the impact. You merely looked up fearfully as the shadowy grunt slowly approaches you with shining, cracking red goggles. You swallow the knot in your throat and closed your eyes, preparing for the worst.

But nothing came.

Confused, you looked up and was taken aback with the grunt staring deeply into you, leaning in much closer than before. "Uh.." then all of a sudden, he pulled you up and carried you over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. You immediately tried to retaliate, kicking your boots and yelling but it was hopeless.

Eventually you gave up, feeling annoyed. You weren't even sure what or where he's planning to do or go, yet you were too tired to think so you eventually slept. Then you were rudely woken up when you were plopped down a hard chair.

You shook your head a little before the view of your surroundings fully came in. A few grunts walks around in what seems like a factory some sort doing their works and a grunt wearing sensor goggles and mask. He's looking at his computer sits infront of you before glancing up at you. "So this is the one that you wanted to recruit?" He questions, you turned to your side to see the grunt from before nodding. Now that you were able to see his full form, now did you realize that it was Hank. Being next to him, you began to sweat.

"Welcome in the team then."

─────

Well, getting recruited and a decent payment with the unexpected help of a criminal certainly is not an everyday thing.

Your now employer, 2BDamned, or doc for short, saw your repaired tablet in your bag and asked if you were able to demonstrate more of your skill. You did. You fixed some machine there that broke down. Which was also the reason how you're landed a job as an engineer in the team.

It was fairly.. normal you could say. The other grunts there were pretty nice to talk to, some would be fearful when seeing you though, and you weren't really sure why. The work condition is definitely better than what in AAHW provided. One small problem though. Hank.

I mean sure, it's expected, hank is hank, doing hank things. But something is just off about how he behaved around you. He would just stand next to you, saying nothing while watching you do work. One time you were rushing to go down the stairs to meet doc but you slipped and fell down. You heard heavy boots approaching fastly and within seconds hank was by your side, offering a hand to you. You took his hand and stood up with a little struggle before thanking him and tried to let go of your hand but he wouldn't budge. So the entire meeting with doc was tad awkward with him just holding your hand.

He also likes to appear out of nowhere. You were just casually shopping at the remaining stable grocery shop in the city when suddenly there was a shadow cast over you and the cashier trembling and sweating looking up behind you. Which would result you to sigh, knowing that it's him.

You weren't sure how to respond to any of this behaviour of his, so you kind of just let it happen. Sometimes he can be pretty creepy sure yet, you're just grateful that he's not suffocating you to death and letting you live a fairly normal life. So the least you could do is tolerate his behaviour. Hoping that it just wouldn't go worse.

REBLOGS AND FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED!

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[ya-killin-me-smalls]

hi ! I dont know if any of these sound interesting ? but im tossing them over to you !!

- deimos and hank adopting some sort of nevadian critter to which doc HEAVILY disapproves (and reluctantly ends up letting stay because. deimos and hank puppydog eyes)

-sanford teaching deimos how to fish :] maybe results in deimos just outright jumping into the water and scaring all the fish away 😭

- doc getting a little handsy with hank during one of the times he's repairing him after a mission

- hear me out . hear me out . doc and tricky forced accomplices when a mission gets tight, doc finds him less insufferable than he thinks and they're just. casual friends that talk abt medical stuff now

- sanford and deimos helping each other with their chronic pains after the events of purgatory

- poker night. go wild /silly

anon I need you to know how long I've been thinking about the critter idea. finally got it done and it was so much fun to write. below the cut

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Hank doesn't like Deimos, plain and simple. The kid is loud, annoying, and unruly, and Hank doesn't know how he manages to keep getting roped into babysitting. He glances up from the deconstructed rifle on the ground before him and watches off in the distance as Deimos stalks towards a flock of birds, crouched down low and moving with the slow precision of an apex predator.

It's laughable, the idea that Deimos could be anything but his nature. Doc insists that he'll grow out of it, that he'll learn some impulse control eventually and be able to integrate with the rest of humanity.

Deimos lunges forward. Hank can't see through the dust that kicks up but he knows the kid got one. He always does. Hank focuses back on his gun, scraping weeks' worth of carbon buildup off the bolt carrier with a metal pick.

Doc is out of his mind. He thinks he can take on the Agency while raising a 10-year-old that runs around killing small animals for sport at every opportunity. And Maker forbid Hank suggests he get his priorities straight. The Agency should come first. Nevada should come first. His little bastard clone should be an afterthought in the grand scheme of things, but Doc won't hear it.

Footsteps approach rapidly, Hank mentally bracing himself for what would be the fifth idiotic conversation of the morning.

"Hey! Hey, Hank!" Deimos calls, skidding to a halt a few feet away. His hands and chin are covered in blood, staining the collar of his t-shirt. "You got a sec?"

Hank stares at him for a moment, unmoving. "No," he deadpans, setting the bolt carrier down anyway.

"Aw c'mon! I just need like, 2 minutes and that's it, I promise!" Deimos whines, rocking on his heels, practically buzzing with energy. "It's- I got something cool to show you but you gotta get up."

He's not getting out of this without a long argument that'll last longer than just humoring him. Hank sighs, shoulders sagging as he stares at the porch roof above him, counting down from 10. Annoying. "Make it quick," he says as he stands, letting Deimos grab his wrist with his bloody little hand and drag him out into the hot desert sun.

"D'you know what all these are from?" Deimos asks as he leads Hank to the pileup of old cars outside their makeshift base.

"Doc trying to park, probably," Hank replies, getting a laugh out of Deimos.

"You're funny. Okay, you gotta stand riiiiiight here!" Deimos pushes Hank in front of the broken rear window of one of the cars.

He peers inside, seeing nothing of interest. "Why are we doing this?"

"Ssshshshsshhush, it's a surprise!" Deimos says with a grin, looking far too pleased with himself.

"Deimos."

"You'll see, just... wait here. This'll only take me a sec." Deimos scampers off behind the scrap pile before Hank can argue further.

This is bullshit. He's Hank J. Fucking Wimbleton. He should be out decimating his enemies, not playing ass-backwards hide-and-seek with Doc's brat.

He could drive Deimos out to the middle of nowhere and leave him there. He'd probably like it. No loud noises, plenty of wildlife to terrorize, and more importantly he'd be far, far away from Hank.

Doc would kill him.

The silence is broken by the sound of claws scraping against metal somewhere within the pile.

If Deimos hands him a dead rat again, he'll kill him and then himself.

The sound gets louder, closer, the struggle within causing the scrap pile to rock just a bit. He hears Deimos snarl, followed by an angry shriek that couldn't possibly have come from the kid.

For fuck's sake. Hank leans down and looks into the car, unable to make out anything amongst the dark shadows inside. He startles when something hits the other end of the car with a loud bang and movement just barely catches his eye before something small, black, and hairy collides with his chest. He holds onto the... whatever it is, and not two seconds later Deimos springs from the vehicle and nearly knocks Hank over.

Deimos snaps his teeth at the furry bundle in Hank's arms, that wild look in his eyes that simply isn't compatible with society. Hank holds him back by the collar of his shirt, keeping the kid at arm's-length so he can inspect the creature he's holding.

It's such a tiny thing, big green eyes housing pupils that are narrowed into slits as it hisses at Deimos. She's filthy too, Hank unsure if her fur is actually black or if she just has that much dirt caked onto her body.

Deimos attempts to surge forward and Hank allows the cat to climb up onto his shoulder for safety, and then he shoves the boy down without warning. Deimos lands on his ass with a grunt, the impact seemingly enough to snap him out of his frenzy.

"Hey, that was mine!" Deimos complains as he stands, already reaching upward but Hank shoves him right back down.

"No," is all he says before turning and making his way back to the porch, leaving Deimos by the scrap heap. She bats her paws at the lapel of his jacket, and now that he can get a better look at her he's fairly sure she's white underneath all the grime. She'll need a bath later. In Doc's bathroom. Because it's Doc's fault he's out here in the first place.

Hank hears the crunch of gravel underfoot as Deimos approaches, shooting him a glare that has him stopping several feet back. Killing birds and rodents is one thing, cats deserve better. Certain that Deimos isn't going to bug his new friend again, Hank sits down and picks right back up where he'd left off.

Bug. That might work as a name.

He gets back to scraping at his bolt carrier, the cat pawing at the black flecks that come off and attempting to grab the carrier out of his hands. It would be annoying if she wasn't purring so loudly, so instead of pushing her away Hank simply scratches the top of her dirty head.

The sound of Deimos sitting in the gravel gets both their attentions, Hank's heading snapping to watch him but Deimos has kept his distance, observing with quiet curiosity.

Her eyes remind Hank of little green beetles that he's seen during stops out in the middle of the desert, bright and shiny and so colorful.

Gravel again. Deimos has moved closer, sitting at the edge of the porch step and staring at Beetle. Yeah, Beetle is good. The curiosity on his face looks odd, Hank thinks, so used to seeing bloodlust and manic focus. His eyes meet Hank's for a long moment, something unspoken passing between them before the kid stretches forward and prods his little finger at Beetle's paw.

She grabs at his hand playfully with her paws, getting a laugh out of him as her tail thrashes.

"Think Doc'll let you keep her inside?" Deimos asks as he scratches under her chin, not minding one bit when she bites his wrist.

"Maybe," Hank replies, which by now they both know means 'absolutely not but we're not gonna tell him.' Which is bullshit. There's no way a cat could cause even half the problems Deimos does.

"Sweet," Deimos says before flapping in the distance yanks his attention away, the birds having returned to feast on their fallen brother's corpse. "Finally!" he cheers quietly before predictably hurrying off to go harass them.

What are they gonna do with him?

[antipathy-arsonist]

me: oh man nothin' better than monster energy and mouth full o' cough syrup for breakfast to start the day!

my guardian angel taking the form of hank j wimbleton so i might listen to them: do we think that maybe some cereal would be more beneficial to our mission?

[comfort-clubhouse]

Comfort Characters (Waves 10-11)

Pocoyo

Timmy (Timmy Time)

Mittens (Timmy Time)

Otus (Timmy Time)

King (Owl House)

NormalCD

Yellow Hemka (Hanazuki)

Pink Hemka (Hanazuki)

Chowder (Chowder Series)

Mung Daal (Chowder Series)

Garfield

Captain N The Game Master

Simon Belmont (Captain N The Game Master)

Pocoyo

Mickey Mouse

Minnie Mouse

Jafar (Aladdin)

Hades (Hercules)

Sulley (Monsters Inc)

Bob Velseb (Spooky Month)

Yoshi (Mario DIC Cartoons)

Mario (Mario DIC Cartoons)

Luigi (Mario DIC Cartoons)

Emily Elephant (Peppa Pig)

Zuzu & Zaza (Peppa Pig)

Lammy (Happy Tree Friends)

Toga Himiko (MHA)

Mirio Togata (MHA)

Asriel (Undertale)

Sam & Max (Sam & Max: Freelance Police Series)

Iago (Aladdin)

Jack O Lantern (Grim Adventures Of Billy & Mandy)

Jessicake (Shopkins)

Milk Bud (Shopkins)

Jack Sparrow (Pirates Of The Caribbean)

Hector Barbossa (Pirates Of The Caribbean)

Fleagle (Banana Splits)

Drooper (Banana Splits)

Heisenberg (Resident Evil Village)

Jeff The Killer (Creepypasta)

Laughing Jack (Creepypasta)

Donatina (Shopkins)

Enid Sinclair (Wednesday)

Apple Blossom (Shopkins)

Solazar (FNF)

Nezuko (Demon Slayer)

Mike (Monsters Inc)

Moony (ENA)

Tails (Adventures Of Sonic The Hedgehog)

Starfire (Teen Titans)

Red Hood (Injustice 2)

Davy Jones (Pirates Of The Caribbean)

Freddy Krueger (Nightmare On Elm Street)

Bubbles (Powerpuff Girls)

Rainbow Dash (My Little Pony)

Fluttershy (My Little Pony)

Granny Smith (My Little Pony)

Discord (My Little Pony)

Princess Celestia (My Little Pony)

Pixie (Pixie & Brutus)

Nerris (Camp Camp)

Nikki (Camp Camp)

Marvin The Martian (Looney Tunes)

Kedamono (Popee The Perfomer)

Frankie Stein (Monster High)

Abbey Bominable (Monster High)

Dracalaura (Monster High)

Catty Noir (Monster High)

Madeline Hatter (Ever After High)

Kitty Cheshire (Ever After High)

Tricky (Madness Combat)

Hank J Wimbleton (Madness Combat)

Sanford (Madness Combat)

Deimos (Madness Combat)

Tessa (Skylanders)

Dr Krankcase (Skylanders)

Mags (Skylanders)

Mao Mao (Mao Mao: Heroes Of Pure Heart)

Adorabat (Mao Mao: Heroes Of Pure Heart)

Onion Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Frost Queen Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Clover Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Screech (Doors)

Seek (Doors)

Agatha (Dark Deception)

Mr Stitchy (Piggy)

Orange (Rainbow Friends)

Fizzarolli (Helluva Boss)

Leonard Mudbeard (Angry Birds)

Courtney (Angry Birds)

Gary (Angry Birds)

Tankman (Tankmen Series)

Zoey (Total Drama)

Mike (Total Drama)

Penny (TAWOG)

Chuck (Angry Birds)

David Jones (Criminal Case)

Charles Dupont (Criminal Case)

Melody (Little Mermaid)

Bart Simpson (Simpsons)

Maggie Simpson (Simpsons)

June Bellamy (Simpsons)

Krusty The Clown (Simpsons)

Victor Creel (Stranger Things)

[seaside-lovers-archive]

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Welcome to my blog. I'm Kate, an adult (21+) who really likes kissing fictional characters. This blog is focused around my relationship with my partners, Jotaro and Hank, as well as general self shipping with other characters that I fancy.

If I follow you, feel free to tag me in your creative posts (artwork, writing, playlists, etc). I would love to see + reblog them.

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You can see my lovely partners below the cut.

💛🤍 My husband, Jotaro Kujo 🤍💛 Anniversary: June 15, 2020 Ship tag: ⚓ oceans of love

My beloved ocean man. I love my husband very dearly! He means a lot to me.

❤️🖤 My partner, Hank J. Wimbleton 🖤❤️ Anniversary: February 10, 2022 Ship tag: 🩸 my most wanted

Hank is very special to me. I may have not been in a relationship with Hank as long as Jotaro but I still love him a lot.

Note to self: add Scarecrow

[kdd-works]

I just have one question, how will Sanford, Deimos, Chistroff and Dr. Hofnarr react to Hank x Tricky's son (Humphrey), how will each one react?

Well, dang, isn't this a workout for my writing muscles?

Alright, here goes…

Sanford and Deimos:

…were not supposed to know that Hank had a son. Those two couldn't be trusted with that knowledge in Hank's eyes. Would the two hurt him? Probably not. But Sanford and Deimos are twice as stupid when they're together and have something to be morons about. So when Humphrey, being a fluffy, curious little agent of chaos, stumbles into Sanford and Deimos, the two waste no time picking him up and inspecting this fluffy baby.

"Huh? Who's this? Whose is this? Is this some pet?" Deimos turns Humphrey over every which way in his hands, not that Humphrey is fazed.

Equally curiously looking over Humphrey, Sanford muses, "Didn't he come from Hank's room?"

He did, Hank replies. And that's my son.

"You never told us you had a son!"

This is why. Now, give him back.

Sanford and Deimos didn't exactly do anything wrong, but Hank doesn't forgive them.

Eventually, and reluctantly, Hank will let the duo babysit, under the condition they don't do anything stupid or dangerous. What do they do? Take Humphrey to get spicy chicken wings.

Dr. Christoff:

Christoff first catches sight of Humphrey in the incubator. He thinks nothing of it initially since Hofnarr is known for doing strange experiments in his free time (when he isn't going to Gil's).

But as he's looking at the tiny fluffy Nevadean in the incubator, Hofnarr notices Christoff's attention and takes the opportunity to gush a little about his son.

"Isn't he adorable?"

"Is this experiment particularly important to you, Hofnarr?"

"O-Oh, yes, actually! The little one is my son. Don't you think he's cute?"

"…Indeed."

"He's going to grow up to be just like his parents!"

"Parents? Who is the other parent?"

"…"

"Hofnarr. Who is the other parent?"

"…Oh, it's nothing too—"

"Do not tell me it's Hank J. Wimbleton."

"…Eheh…"

…Oh boy. A toast to my writing abilities, one thing a broken device can't take away from me. Whatever the quality ends up being.

I've been working on my writing more recently. Stay amazing, everyone who's followed to keep up with these little developments!

[rotshop]

How would the main madcom 3 [hank, sanford, deimos] + tricky react to finding out their s/o [gender neutral] secretly had a comfort plushie?

hiiiiii shorter than my usual stuff bc i didn't have too many thoughts on this !!! srry abt that ,, :( also might not be great bc i did this in one quick sitting and is mainly just 2 try and warm up to this again . lol

y'all excited for tricky plushy arrival soon

tw ; canon typical violence / death talk

Tricky

-HONESTLY???????? the normalest about it. unsurprised if he had picked up a few himself. they might not be comfort items persay but they're definitely some funny little guys he's got scattered around whatever makeshift shitshow of a 'house' he's got. (he kicks and swings his legs and talks to them about how one of his diy slaughter time contestants got brutally murdered that day)

-HE DIGS IT THOUGH !!! the first time he noticed he probably just flat out asked you about it. just kinda. "WHAT'S THAT ?" very suddenly no prompting. we love a unsubtlety queen. if they have any sort of elaborate reason you care abt em a whole lot then he's happy to hear if you wanna share !! might not have too much to say but he'll definitely listen. despite how loud he can be i think he's a fan of just hanging out and listening to you at times. he can't do it SUPER often just by virture of the near endless energy this guy's got but . there's definitely a few nights where he'll just lean against you while you go on abt something. he's pretty quiet and his shaking seems to dull for a time. it serves as a nice rest before you two do some crazy shit again.

-sleeps with said plushie in between the two of you or keeps a hand on it if you sleep with ur back to his chest. it's cute until he's partly laying on top of you and snoring. <3333 rip best friend. does it partly just for comfort (keeps you + something important to you close) and to keep it safer (he knows it's important to you and lord fucking forbid anything happens to it because he WILL tear someone to shreds about it. he sleeps pretty heavy until something's moving, then he's up faster then you can say 'it's 10am can i please go grab water.')

-if you were embarassed abt it at all he's just kind of . jaw drop . "CLOWN WOULD NEVER JUDGE !!! :(" type deal . like . have you seen this guy. are you really going to worry about cringe culture when you've got this undead clown zombie of a meow meow. are you really going to worry about someone making fun of you when your partner is slamming a stop-sign through someone's head as a fun little prank. if yes then he's going to be as cringe fail as possible in front of you. it's bad. /j

Hank

-ok controversial take but hear meout. HEAR ME OUT !!!!!! he's probably got something similar going on. it might not be with something as normal / obvious as a plush but . there are a few knives and jackets of his he barely even likes some people LOOKING at. he might not totally get the appeal / idea at first but once you explain that it's just something that brings you comfort and makes you feel better they just kinda 'oh ok.'

-NOT MUCH TO SAY ... they're pretty neutral about it. just like 'yeah me, my s/o and their plush,' there's really nothing big going on there. it's just something they associate with you and if it makes you happy then why should they care ???

-of course though they do care if someone else is giving you shit about it. then they very much so care. they actually care quite a lot. i don't think i need to elaborate much here i think this point somewhat says itself i think you know damn well what actions Hank J. Wimbleton would take if someone was going to give their s/o shit about something that makes them happy. it's safe to say you don't get to much of this- whether because people are smart enough to keep their mouths shut or because they don't live long enough for you to hear about it is really a toss up.

-they're honestly just happy you trust them enough to reveal a pretty vulnerable sort of secret to them, in a sense.

Deimos

-thinks its a LITTLE funny but less in a 'lol why do you have a plush /derogatory' kind of way and more in a 'hey check out my kick-ass cool s/o and their kick-ass cool plush' way . like . similarly to hank, he's just really happy you feel comfortable enough to hold onto em around him. he likes seeing all the different sides and parts of you a whole lot, and f one of those parts just so happens to be an attachment to a plush then ohhh good heavens he will swoon just as much as he does for every other bit of you.

-gets so used to it that he gets kinda confused whenever you don't have em. movie nights just aren't the same without the plush babe c'mooooonnnnn :( .... jokingly refers to the plush like a kid at some points to get a little laugh out of you every now and then. like tricky in that he'll usually sleep with it between the two of you, for similar reasons and also just becase uhhh it comfy . <3 it gives him a good excuse to stay huddled close to you which is especially nice because A) nevada is pretty cold at night and B) He Likes You.

-will get into an argument / fist fight if someone gives you shit for it most assuredly. if you'd prefer he didn't make a scene then he won't !! he'll totally back down and step off if that's what you'd prefer. just don't expect for him to not make a point to them at one point or another that 'hey, maybe fucking with the s/o of the guy who can just start fires at will and is pretty good at digging up just about anything in any sort of digital capacity isn't a great idea?? maybe not ideal?? for health or social purposes not a perfect plan???'

Sanford

-again . not much 2 write home about .

-in all honesty he just thinks it's pretty cute. similarly to the others, he likes seeing a softer side to you. there's just something about the vulnerability and normality of it he enjoys a lot. given he seems to show the most emotion in canon, he's a fan of having that sort of closeness with you. it's hard to properly put into words, he just enjoys knowing that despite the fucked up circumstances he's got someone who's got just as much heart as him by his side through it all.

-in a sort of roundabout way, having his hook and some medical experience lends itself pretty well to having a good enough idea of sewing to fix small rips and tears up should they ever occur. he's not the greatest teacher in the world, but he's deifnitely free to help you figure it out. if his hands linger after ghosting yours to fix your grip / positioning on anything then ohhh well (if you point it out he weakly plays innocent, you can call his bluff pretty easy but he considers it a win long as it gets a smile out of you.)

-might not get into any big fights if anyone's giving you lip for it but . that's less because he's letting it slide and more because he doesn't wanna cause a big scene and draw attention, given on any apprehension you might've had about revealing this part of yourself to him, he doesn't exactly wanna end up broadcasting that to just anyone. not 2 worry though !! he's good with words in private, so it's safe to say people'll lay off of you sooner rather than later.

[citizenoftmrrwlnd]

hi if you're not busy or something uhm.

hi!! I'm Bonnie (fnaf), Hank j wimbleton (Madness Combat), and funky dog Parappa the Rapper!!

I specifically miss my bandmates (freddy, Chica, n foxy) and my teammates!! (Sanford, Deimos, and 2bd,,) dm if you're under 20y/o and over 15y/o aaaaannd ur one of my kinmates!!! (specifically foxy and 2bd../r)

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[crypticcupid]

Romantic F/O List

Putting it on Tumblr so I can more easily be updated.

Kekkai Sensen

Leonardo Watch| He/Him| Bisexual| Ship: Pending

Klaus Von Reinherz| He/Him|-| Ship: Pending

Chain Sumeragi| She/Her| Bisexual| Ship: This is Lycanthropy

Steven A. Starphase| He/Him|-| Ship: Pending

Zedd O'Brien| He/Him|-| Ship: Hooked on You

Transformers

Wheeljack| He/Him|-| Ship: Chemical Attraction

Crosshairs| He/Him|-| Ship: I hate them all; except you

Blurr| He/Him|-| Ship: Fast Sweet-Nothings

Blitzwing| He/Him| Asexual| Ship: Emotional Concoction

Beachcomber| He/They| Queer| Ship: Pending

Facture| He/Him| Bisexual| Ship: Good Damage

Steeljaw| He/Him| Bisexual| Ship: Pending

Thunderhoof| He/Him| Bisexual| Ship: Shooting Stars

Knockout| He/Him| Unlabeled| Ship: Pending

Breakdown| He/Him| Pansexual| Ship: Pending

Homestuck/Hiveswap

Sollux Captor| He/Him| Bisexual| Ship: Bee Mine

Tyzias Entykk| She/Her|-| Ship:

Konyyl Okimaw| She/Her|-| Ship: Pending

Azdaja Knelax| He/Him|-| Ship: Pending

Tagora Gorjek| He/Him| Bisexual| Ship: A Weasel and A Wolverine

Mallek Adalov| He/Him|-| Ship: Code to my heart

Horror Medias

Eyeless Jack| He/Him| Demisexual| Ship: Love Poisoning

BEN Drowned| He/Him| Asexual Biromantic| Ship: Wade in your Love

Karl Heisenburg| He/Him| Bisexual| Ship: Cogs in the Waves

No Straight Roads

Mayday| She/Her| Pansexual| Ship: Pending

Zuke| He/Him| Bisexual| Ship: Pending

Zimelu| He/Him|-| Ship: Punk is Love

Tatiana| She/Her| Asexual Biromantic| Ship: Fire and Ice

Friday Night Funkin'

Pico| He/Him| Pansexual| Ship: Guns 'a Blazing

A.G.O.T.I| He/Him| AroAce| Ship: Digital on the Beat

Madness Combat

Deimos| He/Him| Pansexual| Ship: Spark it Up

Hank J. Wimbleton| They/He| Queer| Ship: Twisted for Each Other

Sanford| He/Him| Bisexual| Ship: Pending

2B-Damned| They/He| Grey-Asexual| Ship: Pending

Helltaker

Malina| She/Her|-| Ship: My Tablet; Your Keyboard

Justice| She/Her|-| Ship: Pending

Beelzebub| She/Her|-| Ship: Caught like a fly

Pandemonica| She/Her|-| Ship: Looking4Paranormal Attractions

Pokemon

Ingo| He/Him| Bisexual| Ship: Pending

Piers| He/Him| Bisexual| Ship: Pending

Raihan| He/Him|-| Ship: Pending

Nessa| She/Her|-| Ship: Pending

Gordie| He/Him|-| Ship: Pending

Avery| He/Him|-| Ship: Pending

Kabu| He/Him| Queer| Ship: Pending

Leon| He/Him|-| Ship: Pending

Splatoon

Frye Onaga| She/Her| Queer| Ship: Pending

Shiver Hohojiro| He/They/She|-| Ship: Pending

Pearl Houzuki| She/He| Pansexual| Ship: Pending

Marina Ida| She/They| Queer| Ship: Pending

Marie Cuttlefish| She/Her| Asexual Biromantic| Ship: Pending

Spyke| He/Him| Bisexual| Ship: Pending

Ikkan| He/Him| Bisexual| Ship: Pending

Warabi| He/They| Queer| Ship: XOXO Kisses Hugs

Taka| He/Him| Bisexual| Ship: Pending

Ryan| She/Her| Queer| Ship: Pending

Mizole| He/Him| Bisexual| Ship: Pending

Kagi| He/She| Bisexual| Ship: Pending

Tsumabushi| He/Him| Pansexual| Ship: Pending

Kazami| She/Her| Demisexual| Ship: Pending

Beika| He/Him| Pansexual| Ship: Pending

Kikura| She/He/They| Queer| Ship: Pending

Shima| He/Him| Bisexual| Ship: Pending

Nagare| He/Him| Queer| Ship: Pending

Pikmin

Yonny| He/Him| Queer| Ship: Pending

Dingo| He/Him| Bisexual| Ship: Pending

Brittany| She/Her|-| Ship: Pending

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||Dividers by @/cafekitsune||

[deisbookofdemons]

((More draws with bestie.))

[m4dcvm]

NSFT Alphabet - HANK J. WIMBLETON

18+, minors/ageless blogs DNI

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The most you'll get is him wrapping his arm around you in a hug. He's not really good at sex and what comes after it.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His muscles, he loves how strong he is. He's worked fuckin' hard to get his body in that shape, of course he's proud of it.

His favourite part about you is your cock/cunt, he can spend hours between your thighs, lapping up everything you give him. He's gonna milk you dry.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He cums a lot, he doesn't often get time to blow his load into something enjoyable. He loves to cum inside, watch it slowly seeping out of you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Pegging. God peg this man and he'll fucking melt. Tell anyone and he will deny it to hell and back.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has a few notches in his belt, but he's not too experienced. Sex isn't something he really cares too much for, (asexual Hank woop woop) but he will perform for his partner, he loves to make you satisfied.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl, he likes how tiny you look on him, hands squeezing his pecs or gripping his shoulders. He also loves seeing his cock bulging inside your guts, watching his thick cock sliding in and out of your hole.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious, he's not super playful in or out of the bedroom, it's just another mission to him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Apart from his eyebrows, Hank is 100% hairless. But if he could grow hair, it would be untamed, thick and black.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

As romantic as he can be, french kissing, nipple rubbing, lingering touches, gliding his long tongue over your sensitive areas, he might not be able to kiss you, but you're going to feel loved.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Not really one for cranking it, he prefers to have actual sex. But if he closes his eyes and relaxes enough, he can imagine its your much smaller hands pumping his cock instead of his own.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bareback, he doesn't like how condoms feel, he wants to feel your innards as much as possible.

Breeding, even if you're a cis male, he going to fuck your ass till you're pregnant.

Gunplay/knifeplay, he loves cutting and being cut, pleasure and pain mixing into one. He also enjoys using a loaded gun as a dildo on you, the risk drives him insane.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His bedroom in the base, nowhere else. He's gotta feel safe and secure where his balls and butt are out.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Stress/frustration, he gets himself wound up and if he can't kill it out, he'll pound it out.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Scat / piss, gross man.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Likes giving, loves receiving. With a tongue as long and mobile as his, he's a pro at sucking/eating

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He'll let you set the pace, but he's got a preference for slow, sensual sex. You've worn him down enough for him to trust you, he wants you to feel as loved as you make him feel for as long as he can.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not really into them, he wants to make you feel good for as long as he can.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He'll shove a loaded gun in you, what do you think

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Hardy and enduring thanks to his job, he'll only stop when you tap out.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No, but if you have some, he'll use them if you ask.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not at all, he's there to get both of you off.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Cause of his fucked up face, he can't really talk a lot, but he's a moaner when you ride him right. He's loud, doesn't care when his teammates hear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He's had a 3 way with Dei and San once, and only once. He's monogamous, but did it for the experience.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Thick, long, uncut. 12" and he knows you probably can't take it all, and he's fine with that

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Basically nil.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Hank doesn't sleep well at the best of times, but he can sleep a little better when near you, and he knows you're safe.

[the-arcade-doctor]

Ĥ̸̘Ф̸̗̍Щ̵͈͆ ̶̡̅D̸͈̏Ф̵͇͂ ̸̙̈У̶̖̒Ф̷̡́Ц̸̢̿ ̶̟͑F̴̗̒Ξ̶͔͠Ξ̴̜̕L̸̨͆ ̸̨͛Д̷̗̊Б̸̘̏Ф̸͕͆Ц̶̨̔Γ̶̟́ ̸̠̕L̷̮̅Ф̷̥̎S̷̖̾Ḯ̷̢И̷̢̂G̷͙̍ ̶̪͘У̴̪͊Ф̵̩͝Ц̵̢͐Я̴̭̍ ̴̣̓F̶̟̊Ц̴̟̿Ĉ̶̹Ҝ̶͎̕I̸̲̎И̸̝͛G̴̡̍ ̸̹͘Ĵ̴̭Д̶͘͜Щ̷̨̂,̴̣͌ ̵̞̋У̴͉̐Ф̶̹͋Ц̷͕͗ ̸̝̊G̵̰͋Я̶̨̾Ξ̴͚̒Ӳ̶̳ ̴̼͝S̵̝̓Ҝ̷̠̋Д̷͉͒И̴̮͐Ҝ̵̑ͅ?̴̞̾!̶̤̋

(Plaintext: HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT LOSING YOUR FUCKING JAW, YOU GREY SKANK?!)

- • I'D... PREFER TO KEEP IT, THANKS. • -

Щ̶̺̎Ξ̵̢̑L̵̤̒L̶̜̓ ̴͖̾Γ̸͓͋Ф̸̬͂Ф̸̲̅ ̶͍͘Б̵̗̑Д̷͉̋D̴͚̕!̵̺͛

(Plaintext: WELL TOO BAD!)

[ hank j wimbleton moment, ok, now i get involved. ] [[ What feels like millions of green strings drag Z and Dashes out the elevator shaft, they're now hanging arms length away from each other and in front of Jay. ]]

[ mind telling me why b o t h of you bet on something you know i was doing for myself?... ]