INDIE.   SEL.   PRIVATE.
H A N K      A N D E R S O N.

from quantic dreams's dbh.
very heavily headcanon / divergent influenced.

POSSIBLE TRIGGERING CONTENT / HEAVY MATERIAL.


written by mo.
est: 21/6/18
refurb: 24/12/18 UPDATES.

DRAFTS:
STARTERS:
INBOX:

elimemes:

SOFT ANGST STARTERS.

  • ‘stay for me.’
  • ‘what’s this between us?’
  • ‘i don’t want your apology.’
  • ‘you know i have feelings for you.’
  • ‘yeah, i remember the drill.’
  • ‘you’ve never hurt me. ever.’
  • ‘then leave her/him/them. at home.’
  • ‘i don’t believe it.’
  • ‘this is breaking my heart.’
  • ‘you met me at a very strange time in my life.’
  • ‘what keeps you up at night?’
  • ‘i wish you were here.’
  • ‘i let you down.’
  • ‘something strange happened here.’
  • ‘you’re not safe here.’
  • ‘i wasn’t ready to say goodbye.’
  • ‘we are not the same, and never will be.’
  • ‘don’t touch me.’
  • ‘is it my fault?’
  • ‘i’m not like them.’
  • ‘i forgot my name again.’
  • ‘i don’t know who i am.’
  • ‘your fear of looking stupid is holding you back.’
  • ‘are you still alive?’
  • ‘i don’t like being told what to do.’
  • ‘am i making you uncomfortable?’
  • ‘nobody cares if you don’t go to the party.’
  • ‘it was supposed to be fun, and you ruined it.’
  • ‘where the hell are my friends?’
  • ‘stop pretending life doesn’t terrify you.’

did hank actually have a wife?

okay, gather round children. 

it’s not confirmed nor denied that canon hanky give you a spanky panky had a wife or not. BUT ! at his desk, there’s a sticker that said “if i wanted to be ignored, i’d talk to my ex-wife.” ofc this could just b a joke about whatever, but i was like hmmm time to add some depth to this little crusted musted dusted old man. so i gave him a wife. she’s also the mother of cole and i named her laurel. they divorced a short while after cole’s death. i could write a whole thing about her and his relationship with her at some point. that’d b fun.

ask me about hank for the hell of it.

' I like seeing you smile . ' πŸ’–

bottle  tilts    /   he  drinks .   SILENT  &  STILL .   it’s  meadow  season’s  evening ,  when  rose  and  lavender  and  washes  of  burnt  orange  replace  blue .   put something in his system more often ,  he’ll smile .                 that’s  not  all  there  was  to  it ,  though ,  given  fairness .    from  his  chest   /    to  his  throat   /   out  his  lips    /    comes  the  softest  laugher ,   no  more  than  a  release  of   HOT  AIR .  hollow ,  gentle .           yeah ?                           gotta  say ,  hell’uva  line  y’droppin’  on  me .     ❞     a  nervous  bite . 

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and  there ,  with  his  tongue  stilled ,  he  can  taste  the  remnants  of  something   JOYOUS   and   UNFAMILIARtension churning deep and low his  visceral  stayed  ENTANGLED  WITH  HONEY .   fingers  pull  at  a  curl  not  bound  up ,    (  AND HE’S UNFLINCHING TO HER NEARNESS     STRONG  /  TENDER  /  SOFT  /  PRODIGIOUS .          ) .    and  even  if  JUST  FOR  A  SECOND         ‘neath  pastel  colors         genuine  gratitude  and  softest  are  laced  into  his  usually  gruff  tonalities .   head  tilts  towards  her  like  gentle  sunlight .   searching  intricate  across her  face .   PORCELAIN ,  SWEET .    he  smiles .    ❝  well, i like havin’ a reason to .  ❞ 

misc starters.        @sentientmade