#hankjwimbletonfictive

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ohhh the horrors are endless and the misery is eternal i get it now

— hank j wimbleton, tag as fictive

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Sorry for not being one of the “good” victims, I guess. Sorry for choosing to survive instead.

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the playerrrrr

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I found my Tricky, about two months ago. He was my partner, my soulmate, and he still is. I’ve never been happier.

…his body is so much weaker. I remember when she used to shrug off bullets and bruises like nothing, but now I feel so scared because it hurts her to even walk. I’m so scared that he’ll hurt himself even more because of his body’s weakness, and I wish i could be there to help him but I’m so far away. He hurts a lot more, physically and emotionally, because of what happened in the time between its formation in its system and when we found each other again.

I wish I could convince him that he’s not a burden. I wish I could take away his pain. I wish I could do more, but…

Im never letting go of him again, as long as we love each other, and I’ll do everything I can to help him. He really is my better half.

-Hank J. Wimbleton, fictive (#🪐🎩🥀)

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No one would want to buy any type of perfume based on me, let me tell you. I personally found the smell of gunpowder the most welcoming- but I doubt most people who don’t live in a war zone would appreciate smelling like rotting blood, metal, sweat, and French fries.

…I do remember my boyfriend and I grabbing the occasional scented body washes that we found while scavenging for supplies, though. It was never the same, but as smells like that became scarcer, I appreciated them more. Especially because I was with him.

-Hank J. Wimbleton (fictive, #🪐🎩🥀)

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This is a long shot, since she didn’t exist in my source and probably isn’t in this world, but I don’t care.

C. Wimbleton- my memories of your name are still fuzzy, I want to say it was Caroline- you were my little sister. And I failed you. After mom died, it should have been up to me to take care of you, you were still only 16 and I should have been there for you, but I went out and took part in throwing the Jebus-damned world into an apocalypse. I abandoned you because I couldn’t trust myself not to hurt you, and I couldn’t risk being caught.

But what I truly need to apologize for is never trying to find you after I stabilized and joined the Status Quo. For all I know, you were out there during the Nevadean War, scared and alone. You may have even joined the Agency- I can’t blame you if you did, you must hate me. But as little as it means now that the Nevada we know is gone twice over, from the bottom of my heart, I’m so, so sorry for failing as an older brother.

-Hank J. Wimbleton, Madness Combat fictive (#🪐🎩🥀)

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(For posting on Fathers Day)

Father-son relationship ended with James Wimbleton, 2bDamned is my new dad.

Doc, if you’re reading this, you may have been a bit of a pushy ass sometimes, but you were amazing at your job. You honestly kept the Status Quo together through sheer willpower, and I doubt Deimos, Sanford, and I would have ever gotten as far as we did or survived so long without your advice, planning, and help. You were the closest thing to an actually caring dad I ever had, and yes, I know you were only in your thirties, still old compared to the rest of us.

Also, I just want to give a personal thanks to someone else in our system, Reginald Copperbottom. He reminds me a lot of 2b sometimes, and he deserves some recognition as a father figure to his whole clan, and now our system. You’re the best, old man.

-Hank J. Wimbleton, Madness Combat fictive (#🪐🎩🥀)

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Friendly lies about my canonmates.

Deimos was super good at Mario Kart

Sanford was the straightest cis man in Nevada

The Auditor was entirely unreasonable and set in his ways, but not insufferable

Jeb loved sweets

Tricky never once licked my whole face like a huge zombified mastiff

-Hank J. Wimbleton, Madness Combat fictive