#mag sheriff

[shortpersondoesart]

Y'all are getting a MC Sheriff Art dump at this late ass hour.

(You're gonna see a lot of my friends' interpretations in these drawings)

Now meet his MAG Sheriff, nicknamed "Copper".

Big man is a Polaris Soldier, an experimental MAG'd soldier that has the ability to control metal.

This version of the Sheriff is much different than his canon version. Man's was literally reprogrammed by Polaris to be a living killing machine and uses his charm to his advantage.

If y'all want to know more about this AU version of him, let me know. There's some peeps here on Tumblr I've shared this idea with and made their versions of the MAG Sheriff. Copper I hold dearly to my heart.

[lofi-toast]

I may or may not have a problem with the wimble man

[magiturge]

parts of a final project for class, i cannot post the full thing because its a self portrait but you can have the drawings i did for the side

[stinger-flynn-yaoi]

totally legit leak.

[ghostorbz]

Do people like animation memes on here?? Uhhmmmm happy madness day :3

NG LINK ★ YT LINK

[thecanvascreature]

Public free draw 2 servers r the best ^-^ they’re like “oh hell yeah! Let’s SCRIBBLE🔥🔥🔥”

[antipathy-arsonist]

ma! That weird fucking cat is back

beh redesigned him a lil to acknowledge the whole getting chainsawed in the face thing

+ some hank for your troubles

[ovalitana]

madness kindergarten..?

ah, yes. 2BDamnet solves the problem of how to get everything back. In the meantime, enjoy suffer children :)

I find it funny

[hans-hargan]

MAG Skittles

[kdd-works]

Madness combat characters on what they would give to their s/o on Valentine's Day (this is if the Madness Combat Universe (not to be confused with the other MCU) celebrates Valentines or any kind of similar holiday). Maybe Sanford, Deimos and Hank first?

So to be completely honest, I don't think Valentine's Day or any equivalent is celebrated very widely in Nevada. Mostly because everything's all death violence and destruction and everything looks like hell.

That being said, maybe, just maybe…

Also ngl it's really, really hard to answer this in a general sense, since the point is kinda to think of your partner and what's a good gift for them? But characters have different ways of thinking of those sorts of things, so—

Also whoops I did way more than needed

Headcanons - What MadCom characters would give to their s/os on Valentine's Day!

Hank: I'm not gonna lie, I'm not sure Hank would be the best at figuring out what their s/o even wants on Valentine's day, but they want to be a good partner, so I'm pretty sure he'd just get his s/o a bunch of weapons, or a blender. His logic is that weapons are necessary in Nevada, and that blenders are… also necessary.

Mag Hank: Dumps a pile of slaughtered enemies in front of their s/o. Doesn't understand how their devotion could ever be a bad gift, even when it comes in the blood of their enemies. He looks so happy about it, though—

Sanford: He's the kind of guy who wants to consider what his s/o would like but at the same time doesn't waste time with anything too formal (mostly because… it's Nevada). Takes his s/o out on a date that's nice and laid-back, and then maybe chill and watch movies or something. Super simple stuff. I feel like he's more a fan of quality time than any gifts, that's just how he is.

Deimos: He's really out here saying his s/o can do whatever they want to him however they want all night, as if that isn't what he already asks for every day anyway. But he's a handsome guy so, let it slide maybe?

2BDamned: Okay, I still can't see 2BD as anything but aroace but I feel like if he saw someone upset about being single on Valentine's Day he'd toss a chocolate bar at them like "Here's a chocolate now stop being salty in my hideout."

Tricky: Sparring match sparring match sparring match sparring match sparring match—

Sheriff: He's extremely uncreative about Valentine's Day gifts, but I feel like he'd still buy a box of chocolates for his s/o at the very least. He wishes he could make time in his schedule but it's a lawless wasteland out there and he's pretty busy.

Jeb: Honestly, I think he'd just not participate in Valentine's Day. It's pretty damn hard for him to not be so aloof about everything. He's too concerned with more important things. And by that I mean he's kind of a dick.

Auditor: Valentine's Day is probably unfamiliar to them as a holiday, so most of the 'gifts' they could even fathom giving their s/o are pretty abstract stuff like strength or power. They can back it up, at least. Maybe it comes with a price, maybe not, all that matters is, the two can rule together, so why not?

If there are any more you wanted me to do, uhh, reach out? Luv ya~❤

[ask-projectparent]

WELCOME, USER!

this is an askblog for the Project Parent au, created and ran by @poryphoria!

what's that, i hear you ask? SHRIMPLE!

it's a sort of "good end" au for Nexus, in which Director Phobos, after a series of guilt-laden attempts to convince himself otherwise, fails to see Gestalt as a mere tool and instead ends up raising them as his son. HIJINKS ENSUE! Many, many hijinks....

the url was formerly cracked-office- and, for the sake of continuity, all of the old posts up here are still technically canon as in-universe uploads to the Nexus Core official social media. have fun with THAT information!

what're the rules for asking?

DON'T BE A FREAK, THAT'S ALL!

i, moripori, starkly reserve the right to ignore any ask that makes me uncomfortable for WHATEVER reason i may deem it! please don't spam me if i don't get to your question right away, either- i have a life!!

aside from standard things, this blog is much less strict in formatting than cracked-office was. asks will still be presented as emails or similar means of anonymous internet contact, so bear that in mind as you write them (if you wanna be a magical anon, or make some kind of crossover with your blog happen, you gotta figure out how that works in email form!), HOWEVER i won't be pushing myself to get too fancy with the art at all, as that was my main source of burnout last time! (that and a lack of questions, aha!)

so, who can i direct my questions to?

GLAD YOU ASKED!

the AU centers around the main staff of the Nexus Core- so any of the following characters shown below are up for asks!! please let me know who you're addressing in each ask, or i'll send it to whoever i think is funniest!

and, of course, where would the Core be without the Agency? the main staff of the AAHW (though, at this time, only known as the Agency) are also up for asks!! try to keep your questions for them somewhat sparing, though, as they aren't the primary focus here!

all of this make sense? have any questions, now?

then, feel free to get asking!

THE INBOX IS: OPEN

[shortpersondoesart]

To the Madness Combat fandom here...

I was one of the peeps on Twitter that drew the Sheriff a lot...

LIKE A LOT

and even gave him a MAG form based on my own MAG OCs...

I do plan on sharing the remains of that idea here later in life.

[allgather]

the adventure zone sorta went off with their portrayal of power so great, so absolute, that it calls to you before it even enters your hands. wars fought across continents for even a taste of one of these relic so powerful they cause your very mind, your sense of self to shatter. mere proximity is enough to drive you to push your best friend off a cliff towards his death, to refuse to even listen to the woman you love as easy as breathing. just the prospect of such power is so corrupting it turns you mad, in an instant. and its portrayed so often as a sweet voice that offers you your greatest desires. and for the heroes, these things are good, they are deserved. the chance to make the tragedies of the past right and to live the life you have deserved all along. the chance to live forever, to be in love with your soulmate for all eternity. the chance for enough power to protect your friends, this world, from its untimely demise.

but as soon as you claim it, you’re engulfed in its power. so completely. in flames, in vines and deadly poison, in crystal, in a barrier too powerful for even time to penetrate. a conduit for the relic’s unknowable, dangerous power. not so much as person as a vessel.

[rumplereids]

hii!! i’ve read some of your docs and they are just awesome !!

i wanted to ask you if you could write a fic (paring Spencer x fem!Reader) about the BAU chasing the unsub and they manage to catch him, tough he did fire some shots that didn’t hurt anyone except reader but reader doesn’t realise it until she starts to feel dizzy and feels her shirt wet only to find a gun wound on her side, spencer is really worried etc etc.. you know an hurt/comfort !! :3

sorry for my bad english 😞😞

take your time !! :33

tags: spencer reid x fem!reader. hurt/comfort. reader gets shot. blood. reader using sexual jokes as a coping mechanism. a/n: unedited! set around season 12, bcos i just rewatched the s11 finale lol. i also took some creative liberties but i hope u still like this :) masterlist. requests are open !

There’s something Spencer always did before the team goes out to take down an unsub.

First, in the car, in the calm before a probable storm, he would take two fingers into the collar of your bulletproof vest. He’d tug on the back, checking the tightness of the straps while confined in the SUV’s backseat. And then, the same hand would run down your back. A comforting gesture that grounds him more than he’d admit. And lastly, he’d take your hand in his. Squeeze it three times in a silent ‘I love you’. He’ll wait for you to squeeze back, and your eyes would meet for a second, words unneeded as your gaze tells each other to take care.

It’s a routine done even before you officially got together. Tonight was different.

You were on the way back to the station after re-interviewing a witness with Rossi. You’re sat on the passenger seat, notepad in hand, attempting to arrange your thoughts on the case. A ringtone coming from the car speaker distracts you from your musings. Rossi reaches over to accept the call.

“Yeah, Hotch?”

“We found him. Garcia sent the location to your cells. You’re 20 minutes away from the address, but do not engage. Keep your distance and wait for the rest of us.” Hotch drops the call after you reply with an “On it, boss.” You flip a switch on the console, turning on the sirens.

“I still hate how loud these things are,” you make a passing comment.

Rossi spares you a glance, a bemused look in his eyes, “I haven’t gotten used to it either.”

You turn to reach for your vest behind the passenger seat. After putting it on, you triple check the straps. And then, you unholster your standard issue pistol, thumb on the catch, before you check your mag.

Rossi’s turning the corner while you holster your gun, reaching over, you turn off the siren. Based on the profile, this unsub will not hesitate to draw guns if met with law enforcement. Best not give him a heads up. A few blocks ahead, you see the bright neon sign of the motel the unsub is hiding in. Rossi shifts the SUV into a slow crawl. He stops a block away, a safe distance that still gave you a good vantage point of the motel. You keep a lookout, Rossi putting on his vest while your eyes pass over each entrance, exit, and window on the two-storey building. You notice movement on the first floor. A shadow behind a curtain on the second floor.

You’re starting to get antsy when the rest of the team, and the local cops arrive. You quickly open your door, walking toward where Hotch, Tara, and Spencer were huddled by the trunk of a precinct car.

“Are you attempting to negotiate?” Rossi asks from your side. Spencer’s eyes meet yours from where he’s hunched over a map. Embedding the floorplan into his mind. You watch his eyes rake over your body twice. Eyes running to each strap on your vest. Your heart warms at the gesture.

“He has hostages,” Hotch’s voice breaks your eye contact with Spencer. The sheriff walks toward your team, a megaphone in hand. Hotch thanks the sheriff, turns on the speaker, and begins to call out for the unsub.

“Bryan Masen! FBI! Come out with your hands above your head!”

You see the shadow shift on the second floor. And then, a loud bang. Bryan Masen has an assault rifle, shooting out of the windows of the motel lobby, while a second unsub shoots their own rifle from the second floor. In all the chaos of gunshots and screams, your mind rotates through three things; Is Spencer okay? A partner wasn’t in the profile. My ribs hurt. Is Spencer okay? A partner wasn’t in the profile. My ribs hurt. Where’s Spenc—

The following silence was deafening.

And then, a group of uniforms led by Hotch and JJ move in on the motel. You begin to stand, intending to join the second group of uniforms with Luke and Rossi. Subconsciously, your hand presses against your side. It’s warm. And wet. You take one step forward. Hear Spencer call out your name. And then, it all turns black.

Spencer’s hands won’t stop shaking. He stares at it. The red on his palms. It’s drying, and all he can do is stare blankly at it. His knee jerks. It won’t stop. He feels a hand on his shoulder. Heavy. Comforting. Unwanted. He hears Luke ask him if he needed anything. He can’t hear his own reply. Hunched over his bloodied hands, he sees the boots peeking between his fingers. Black. Leather. Heeled. JJ tries to get him to wash his hands. He feels hands guide him to a sink. That same hand on his shoulder leaving when smaller hands take his in their own. The water is cold between his fingers. The hand scrubbing his knuckles is warm. He can’t afford to look away. Can’t risk his eyes closing for more than a blink. He needed to be distracted by something. Knowing that if mind was preoccupied by any other menial thing, he won’t be forced to see your body falling onto the sandy ground. Over and over. The scream in his throat. The thud. The frantic hands. Red, red, red. Pale lips and eyes closed. Over and over.

He has half a mind to stop JJ from cleaning his hands. But then, the faucet turns off. Paper towels are pressed into his hands, and JJ guides him back to where the rest of the team are waiting. Their silence tells him that there hasn’t been anything new. He falls into a chair. Numbers. Statistics. That can help him focus on something else.

The number of GSWs treated per biennium increased from 1,349 in 1996-1997 to 1,484 in 2014-2015, with a 59% increase occurring from 2010-2011 to 2014-2015. Overall mortality was 14.6%—

An unfamiliar name calls out your name.

He stands before anyone else can react. Like a wolf descending on a prey, he begins a barrage of questions; “Where is she? Is she okay? Is she ali—”

“She alive and well. The shrapnel missed any major arteries, and we were able to take every fragment out. Major bruising around her ribs. She’s currently sedated, but you can come and see her.”

Spencer bites back an attempt to snap, wanting to raise his voice and demand that they bring him to her already. But he doubts you’d let him get away with such a behavior. And so he silently follows after the doctor, fists pressed against his sides, thumb popping a knuckle.

When he enters your room, it’s dimly lit. But he can see your face, and the bruise on your cheek from when you fell unconscious. His eyes take you in, every inch of you. The hair pulled behind your ears. The medical gown covering pallor skin. The tube connected to the crook of your elbow. He reaches a hand out, smoothing your hair, before taking a deep breath in. He remembers your comment about the smell of hospitals.

“I’ll stay with her,” he mumbles. Two fingers pushing down the collar of your hospital gown. You don’t like it when your clothes bunch up around your neck. His fingers subconsciously move to trace the side of your throat. Moving to feel the beat of your pulse beneath his fingertips.

“I’ll bring your bags back in an hour,” he nods once to acknowledge JJ’s words.

“Thank you,” he coughs away the lump in his throat. You’re alive. You’ll be awake in a few hours. You can go home by the end of the week. He forces himself to feel optimistic.

“Get some rest if you can, Reid,” Hotch speaks from where he’s standing nearest to the door.

He nods, opting not to say anything. Unable to make promises.

Your eyes are heavy when you come to. You can feel the crust on your lids. The cool of the AC against your cheek. Slowly, you open your eyes. There’s a painting of a grassy field on the wall in front of you. You turn your head. Spencer has his socked feet up on the armchair. Curling into himself to fit better. He has his focus on your copy of Pride and Prejudice. You can tell it’s yours by the sticky tabs peeking between the pages.

“Spence?” your voice is throaty and hoarse. Struggling to crawl out. He still hears it, anyway.

“Oh, baby,” he drops your book on the chair, moving to sit by your side. His forehead presses against yours, his hands cup your jaw. Spencer presses a kiss on the apple of your cheek.

“You scared me,” he confesses with a whisper.

“I’m okay now,” you bring a hand into his hair. He moves his kisses down to your jaw.

“I was so afraid of losing you.”

You take his kisses as he freely gives them. He hides his face into your neck, kissing where it meets your shoulder. You move your hand down to scratch where his hair ends before his nape. “You could never get rid of me,” you say with a small smile. He presses a kiss where your neck meets your ear.

Right hand on your cheek, left hand going down to grip the flesh below your scapula. Slender thumb and finger pinching the softness behind your armpit. He breathes in the scent of you. Your hand starts to massage the muscle where his neck and shoulder meet. You know that he feels heavy there whenever he gets stressed out. You want to crack a joke at how tense he is, but keep it in and choose to give him comfort instead.

“I love you,” his lips whisper against your skin.

You sigh, the sound making him look up to meet your eyes.

“I was so scared too,” it was your turn to confess.

“You’re okay. We’re both okay,” he moves his hands to take yours into his. You squeeze his hands thrice.

“I asked Hotch to give me time off while you’re on medical leave.”

“You did?”

He squeezes your hand back. Three times like you both always have, and always will.

“I also had to call your family,”

He watches you grimace, “How did they take it?” He gives you a slight wince of a smile.

You let out a sigh, “I’ll call them in a bit.”

“Your mom is taking a flight to Washington,” he informs you.

“That sucks. We won’t have the house to ourselves for at least a month.”

He raises a brow at you, “Why would it matter? You’re not allowed any strenuous activity for three.”

You give Spencer a little pout, chastised that he easily called you out, “That’s just mean.”

He gives you a withering look, “Behave.” He gives you one more kiss on the cheek, moving to stand from your bed. He has to tell the team you’re awake. Taking your phone from the end table, he begins to draft a text.

“I still have my hands, you know.”

He turns to you, caught off guard. Disbelief painting his features.

“You did not just say that,” he says.

You stick a tongue out.

“Stop it. You’re injured,” he says with a slight reprimand.

“So? That didn’t stop us when your knee got shot.”

His mouth falls open, “I can’t believe you.”

“Three months is just a recommendation. You would know.”

You grin at the blush that takes over his face.

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[notmedicine13]

My theory on madness combat 12

What I think the Auditor was trying to do is controlling Sanford. He's gotten weaker after fighting hank and Sanford, and when he accidentally absorbed Tricky, so he has to find another away, and this is where Sanford comes in

Evidence Nr. 1

After dealing with the Agents in 3:07, the Auditor's energy shows up and temporarily get's a hold of Sanford. At the top right we can see text Saying ANCHOR AND REPLACE SANFORD).Recruit Null. We also see other text at the bottom saying "infectionVector" and "LET ME IN"

Evidence Nr. 2

When the Auditor shows up to confront Sanford, he just walks towards him. Sure, spikes are showing up, they are not directly targeting him. He wants Sanford alive, he wants to torment him so that he snaps and gives in.

Evidence Nr. 3

At 4:37, the Auditor once again tries to take control of Sanford. We see even more text, with one of them saying "VIOLENCE SEEKING". More text shows up, with two of them being "product/KILLprimary" and "product/KILLMORE". There's also another line of text that says "give.product(gift)" and "give.product(weapon)", which shows that the Auditor wants Sanford to kill more.

Evidence Nr. 4

In the scene where Sanford is about to be ripped apart by the Half-Mags, there's flashing text that reads "KILL MORE". I believe that this is the Auditor telling him to kill the Half-Mags. After that, Sanford snaps and absolutely decimates the Half-Mags in a fit of rage. The Auditor even blocked off all the doors so that Sanford couldn't run away from him

But unfortunately for him, Doc managed to recover Sanford before the Auditor could take him, which is where my predictions for MC 13 will come in. I'm less positive that this would happen but I would like to get my thoughts out anyway.

Krinkels confirmed that MC 13 will be the finale of the series, and I think it's only fitting that there's gonna be a big fight where Deimos and Sanford have to fight Hank. After Sanford managed to escape, the Auditor was furious at Doc, so what I think is gonna happen, is that he'll try to control Hank to kill Doc for him. Sanford and Deimos will try to protect Doc, and they would have to do that by killing Hank. Because think about it, Nevada can't be safe if Hank remains alive. He killed the Boombox guy for no real reason, went after the Sheriff twice, tried to kill Tricky who was minding his own business being a DJ, blew up Jeb in Project Nexus because he was talking too much, and tried to Kill Sanford and Deimos in Project Nexus, something that he was hoping would happen.

TL;DR The Auditor was tormenting Sanford so that he'd snap and be a puppet for him, but that failed so he's using Hank to kill Doc which will lead to his death

lemme know what you guys think, do you guys agree or disagree, or think that something was happening

[magiturge]

mag hank sigmatox and a sheriff pierry on creatures of sonaria affectionately called sigmaghank and shierry i like how sigmaghank turned out