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DAMN BOYYYYY

“Rap or Shoot” (G3N TW)

Oop- me and Hank as the Mom and the Dad from FNF in week 5 Red Snow 😳😳

Featuring Madness Combat Hank and my self insert Serpente. Yea they canon yo, I’m krinkels/j. And yea here is Serpente in full color!

This isn’t new artworks just one I didn’t post here yet. But I am really proud of this one! Anyways og reference lmao

Gruntfriend and Hank being a simp

I have come to make another offer of Gruntfriend but with Hank being a lil simp because he is.

No I don’t take criticism Lattebunss said so🙄/hj

MADNESS GRUNTFRIEND AND SMOL HANK

Mag Agent sized GF aka Gruntfriend and I just adore herrrr AAHJAJSJA

I hc that she tries to teach Hank manners like not stabbing someone lmao

Also I talked with Lattebunss and confirmed Hank is secretly a simp for her 🙄 Hank you aint slick

ANYWAYS GRUNTFRIEND DOESNT BELOND TO ME BUT LATTEBUNSS FOLLOW THEMM

It was also originally traditional here :0

A Jeb wip and madcomtober (2023) stuff I never finished.

More Doc drawings + a screenshot redraw

not really what I usually post I guess but I missed madness combat. scribbles on paper colored digitally

Doesn’t it all make you wannna blow your brains out?

based on Some fucking Image i cant Find but got engraved in My memory

hi guys and welcome to part 52716363 of: Leviathan spends way too much time on something that he shouldnt again!

this time for that trend going around

Take some more Madcom art

This last one was made cause I was not feeling the best and someone suggested I drew Ari and Sweetie drawing

Holy fucking shit this is beautiful

An Ocean of Blood (also known as, Revelations Regarding Resurrections)

(Dialogue under the cut!)

Hank: I had a dream.

I was outside, starting at the horizon. But then I looked down.

There was blood, pooling around my feet. I could not see where it was coming from.

It rose. To my ankles. Then my knees. Past my stomach.

I did not know what else to do. So I walked.

And walked. And walked. And walked.

Then I hit something. And someone floated to the surface.

I floated to the surface.

The ocean pushed more and more upwards. And they were all me.

Every. Single. One of. Them.

Wherever I went, more appeared.

I could not escape them.

All of them still breathed. And they grabbed me.

They wanted to kill me. I know they did.

Why? Did I take their place? Whenever I return, how many are left behind?

They must be (trying, craving, waiting, itching, planning, bracing) to drag me back into hell.

Does that make any sense,

Doc?

(End of dialogue!)