#chank

[rking200]

Hank's T-Shirt Collection As always, you can find these on the Hank page of my Gif Archive.

First three shirts are based on this set of wonderful art by @sisyphusunderthesun Final shirt is based on a conversation with @replicantdeviancy

Want any of the above Hanks in your game, or a clean version of his grey t-shirt? DM me for the mod files (Steam only)

[peculiary]

Bizarre Adventures #25 March 1, 1981

[thicksexyasswomen46]

NICE

@_chank

@thicksexyasswomen46🍭🍭

[rking200]

Hank had lived alone for a very long time, and he had done so without so much of an inkling of inviting someone else to occupy this space with him. He never thought he could love again, not with his soul so utterly shattered, not with his inability to do little more than tread upon the broken pieces, making more of a mess he could never attend to. He hadn't been happy, far from it, but he had been content to let his life fall into broken pieces around him, unable to pick up the pieces and knowing nobody would ever bother to assist him, just as he knew he deserved.

Because who would ever love someone who didn't love themselves?

An idiot, that's who. Someone who didn't know how to love, but who fell victim to love's whims nonetheless. Some poor, stupid bastard who wandered in on the mess of broken shards and felt like he had to gather them up and attempt to put them back together, with no second thoughts on whether it was a waste of time or not. Connor stumbled into Hank's life, and while Hank was busy trying to force him out, Connor started to tidy everything up.

He hadn't noticed this happening in real time, and he was sure Connor was none the wiser. The playful glances and flirting winks were a part of his programming, in the end. But slowly, surely, as Connor leaned into his emotions and deviated, Hank deviated with him.

The pieces of Hank's soul that Connor had picked up and rearranged hadn't gone together wholly–pieces that were too downtrodden to save were left out of the recreation. But his attention to detail and his care in putting Hank back together had left its mark on the stubborn old man, even if he knew that Connor was merely following whatever interpersonal relationship programming he had. But, as it turned out, Connor’s actions were pure. No amount of programming could force him to love Hank, and he did so genuinely, without prompting and without hidden motives. The parts of Hank’s heart that ached in a barren emptiness were cradled within Connor’s hands, devoid of warmth yet somehow still warming him. An eternal flame, blue like his blood and cold to the touch, spread from Connor to Hank, filling in whatever voids Connor had been unable to piece together previously. It had taken time, but eventually Connor had managed to coax Hank’s flames with his own. With his will to live once again ablaze, Hank found himself feeling normal again, bit-by-bit. His broken soul was mending with the fire that burned so brightly purple within him, with Connor eagerly looking for another piece of himself that might fit into Hank’s puzzle just right.

It was in this way that Connor had come to dwell in his house with him, after the revolution came to pass. Hank didn’t trust Connor anywhere else, and he longed for the closeness of his cold flames, his cold touch. With Connor’s newfound deviance, and therefore newfound freedom, there came a lot of struggle. Hank did his best to remedy these in tiny ways, attempting to make Connor feel at home and loved and human.

Hank smiled down at the top of Connor’s head, leaning and pressing his lips against his hair. He stayed a moment, nose nuzzled into him as he enjoyed Connor’s scent and how it was melding with his own. His cologne rubbed off on Connor daily, and Hank would be lying if he didn’t enjoy how it lingered on his skin, in his hair. 

“It's alright.” Hank’s gentle voice was reserved for Connor and Connor alone, devoid of authority and graven irritation. "You don’t gotta say anything."

He placed his arm around Connor’s waist, pulling him closer against him. Connor’s smile, his realization that Hank’s words about this home being equally his, wasn’t lost on Hank. He would say a thousand times if Connor needed, from the first moment he opened his eyes to the second before they closed again, day in and day out.

“This is your home.” He repeated, taking Connor’s face in his hand and turning his eyes up to meet his. He searched Connor’s eyes extensively before leaning down to him, pressing their lips together in a gentle gesture of pure love. His thumb petted Connor’s cheek as he moved away, peering into those big, dopey brown eyes once again.

“Damn near everything here is yours, Connor. Especially me.” Hank kept his proximity to Connor, their lips close yet not touching. He offered a smile to him, his normally harsh features turned soft and gentle but only for the love of his life, only for his partner.

rking200 asked: "yes, this is your house. of course it's your house." (prompt from Hank to Connor)

______@rking200 || PHANTOM THREAD (2017) PROMPTS || Accepting

It wasn’t necessarily the words that spilled from his partner’s lips in the moment, nor how they were spoken, that quieted the android. It was the slow progression of building emotions welling up inside at the implications of such a simple statement. Passive & unconcerned as they were, this too held meaning. Hank was being candid, his expressions matter of fact in the face of a long standing dilemma which had left the android feeling vexed. This slowly smoldering turmoil had come to Connor in the early hours of pre-dawn, when Hank was asleep & he was left to his thoughts. He wasn’t sure why it mattered - ownership meant nothing to a machine, not when their needs for resources were so meager in comparison to organic beings.

That was what he used to think, until Hank had been making space for him inside of his home. It had begun with a picture in a frame, & continued with the lieutenant clearing out half of his extensive closet space for his android partner. A partner who hardly had more than a few items of clothing to his name & often stole Hanks old DPD academy hoodie to relax in during their days off together. Admittedly, Connor’s side of the closet looked pitifully empty, but the few items the human had bought for him made the android feel more at home.

Like he belonged.

That had been the point of it, he realized. It wasn’t about material things, but about the feelings behind them. Connor felt confident when he wore the new blazer Hank bought for him. He felt loved knowing he was always invited into Hank’s space, into his bed, even if he didn’t need to sleep. He felt respected when his partner didn’t push him when he was having difficulty coping with deviancy, but was always ready to make himself available when Connor needed him. & he felt an overwhelming sense of relief just hearing Hank express in no uncertain terms that here, this little house by the canal, was his, too.

A small, sweet smile warmed his visage, soft eyes watching his partner. Hank had been so casual about it, even nonchalant, but Connor needed to make him understand how uniquely monumental this small revelation was. He stared at Hank’s profile, gently cleft chin tilted ever so slightly downwards so that he was forced to look up at him, making his dark eyes appear just a little larger, gentler. Inside of their depths were emotions he couldn’t possibly articulate into words, feelings of appreciation & affection. & there was love, undeniable love. The android worried his bottom lip with his teeth, that smile fading into a timid pout. He didn’t know the right words to say, but he could act.

A tender kiss was pressed into a whiskery cheek, soft & with a hint of that inhuman warmth that made Connor & his kind so different. Beautifully so. His lips didn’t feel the same as a human’s, not quite so malleable, but they felt nice. Soft, just like the rest of Connors skin. The android leaned against his partner, resting his lean frame against Hank’s larger one. His head came to rest on his shoulder. All was right with the world.

[cookinary]

Hi-Fi Combat or something idk

Somewhere in Nevandalay...?

[poorweelamb]

Boyre is so fun I love running around and getting dirty and muddy and being loud and playing with my Karhu yay yay yippee!!!

Pls play tag with me and playwrestle with me in the dirt and watch me try to climb a tree and then we go inside so I can make you watch tornado documentaries with me and then listen to me talk about history and the military and you can tell me about dinosaurs and then we can draw together or play with action figures or hotwheels maybe and later we could maybe watch a scary movie but if we do then I want my blanket and some plushies and could I also pls have apple slices and a juice box pls pls yay thank you yay yippee ok now I'm gonna fall asleep in ur lap ok? yay!!!

[jewishcissiekj]

Assorted Star Wars characters + assorted headlines I found 2 Part 1

[traichonk]

im srs need help bc i cant not blend nor shade bc i dont understand colors please someone help

[caregrizzly]

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🦭 — mamegoma face stamps

view my seals, boy

[daisy1309]

Chan finally caught wind of Dunby's treatment of Chase and, let's just say, he is not thrilled with it! I chose the shirt with "emotional damage" written on it for Chan since he is excellent at that (thanks, Steven He)!

Chan: So, YOU'RE my driver's sleazy boss, eh?

Dunby: What do you want, Chuang?

Chan: Let's just say that your secretary told me about the way you treat your staff and I thought we might have a little talk between bosses....

Dunby: Oh please, those morons are good for nothing, especially that annoying Chase McCain!

Chan: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT HIM? DON'T YOU DARE TO TALK ABOUT MY DRIVER, AKA MY FAVOURITE EMPLOYEE AND CLOSE FRIEND, LIKE THIS! HE DID ALL THE WORK AND THIS IS THE REWARD HE GETS? YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF! JUST TO LET YOU KNOW: NONE OF US CRIMINALS TAKE YOU SERIOUSLY! THE ONLY COP WE RESPECT AND FEAR IS CHASE MCCAIN SINCE HE IS AMAZING AND ACTUALLY HAS TO BE FEARED! HE'S A BETTER LISTENER THAN YOU!

Dunby: WHAT? All criminals FEAR Marion Dunby!

Chan: WE DO NOT, KAREN! YOU'RE JUST AS PATHETIC AS YOUR FIRST NAME AND IT WAS MY DRIVER WHO ARRESTED REX FURY YEARS AGO, NOT YOU!

Dunby: *cries in a corner*

Thanks to @clutchpowers for the inspiration in regard of the content 'genre' as well as the drawing style!

PS: LEGO City Undercover belongs to TT Fusion!

[laswells-ashtray]

Genuinely, no pressure, any advice for people writing Scottish accents?

(Also I pat the Orca)

Orca eats me, she is mean, and you guys sentence me to her wrath.

It's hard to describe over text, but I can probably give unhelpful advice. I am from a different place from Soap, but if I talk like less of a ned, I've got him so thus, I speak.

Yes and no are easy. Aye and naw. Unless you're saying something like "Aye, nae danger." Then no is nae, don't ask me why, it just is.

Want a measurement? "Lt, ye were aboot a bawhair aff ae catching ma arse there." A bawhair is a measurement, and it's always applicable in Soap's vocabulary.

He can't do something? Instead of asking why not, go with "How no?"

He can't be bothered? "Cannae be arsed."

I know when people write dirty talk they tend to have him use the word slut, I think that's more American than anything. Slag or tart works better.

I beg of any American who sees this, if you reference his mother, then don't mom her. That's his mum, or his maw, or if yer getting sappy, he's a right mammy's boy.

This is a stupid one, but occasionally, family is referenced for story reasons, grandparents are Gran and Papa. I know people go with Grandpa, but as a Scot, I literally don't know anyone who doesn't call their grandfather Papa.

You want variations of fuck off? "Away and take fuck tae yersel." "Sling yer hook." Also applicable in conversation, "Away and don't talk pish."

He's cold? He's cauld. It's cold? It's baltic. It's chanking, although this one is used more in the town I'm from than anything else. It's more niche Scottish.

Someone around him is lucky? "Ye jammy bastard."

He knows something? "Aye, a ken." or "Aye, a kent that, obviously."

Want to shit on somewhere in Scotland for funny reasons? Govan. Not even the people from Govan like Govan. In general, Glasgow is a shithole and people are aware of that but it's still well loved. Don't mention Rangers or Celtic in regards to football unless you're willing to open a can of worms. Whisky with no E.

Oi? Wrong. it's "Hawl?"

If you just get tired of using the word fucking in conversational context, "bastarding" is a personal favourite.

Bullshit behvaiour? Bibilical arseholity. It's a reference to a Scottish show if you need to explain it.

[poorweelamb]

goggle dot com how know if stuck in regressing

we cannot escape, we cannot get out,,, mama..... /ref

[skeletoncrevvs]

Royal Flush Magazine, Book 4, 2007

Cover Illustration + Coloring: Erik Rodriguez, Steve Chanks, and Josh Bernstein Main Contents Illustration: R.B Black Photos: Justin Borucki, Chapman Baehler, Don Mitchell Words: Josh Bernstein, Steven Ciancanelli Poster Art: Brian Ewing

[traichonk]

aw man im really going through artblock rn

[mjlor-chan]

@moms-alex @iwantadamusername @chank-soup

[poorweelamb]

UWAAA!!! OMGS!!!!!!

"I'm so evil I'm such a monster how could you ever love me" meanwhile he looks like this