#hopper and hank

[raddest-laddest]

son of a gun

[mx-pastelwriting]

KINKTOBER 2023 MASTERLIST

Hello! I am doing Kinktober this year; here is the month's menu.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

1 ☆ BEGGING | ALEJANDRO VARGAS

2 ☆ MASTERBATION RACE | DARYL DIXON

3 ☆ MORNING SEX | BO SINCLAIR

4 ☆ BITING | CARLISLE CULLEN

5 ☆ BIRTHDAY SEX | EDDIE BROCK

6 ☆ FOURSOME | VOLTURI KINGS

7 ☆ BONDAGE | RONNIE KRAY

8 ☆ SPANKING | LUCIUS MALFOY

9 ☆ FACE SITTING | SINCLAIR BRYANT

10 ☆ COCK WARMING | SNAPE

11 ☆ BLINDFOLD | CHARLES SMITH

12 ☆ PHONE SEX | RAFAEL BARBA

13 ☆ STRIP TEASE | HOSEA MATTHEWS

14 ☆ CAR SEX | HANK ANDERSON

15 ☆ THIGH RIDING | TONY STARK

16 ☆ SEX TAPE & PART 2 | BRUCE BANNER

17 ☆ SKINNY DIPPING | REMUS LUPIN

18 ☆ HATE FUCK | DUTCH VAN DER LINDE

19 ☆ PREGNANCY | ALFIE SOLOMONS

20 ☆ OVER STIMULATION | TOMMY SHELBY

21 ☆ TIED TO BED | THOMAS HEWITT

22 ☆ MIRROR SEX | HANNIBAL

23 ☆ OUTDOOR | COPIA | PAPA EMERITUS IV

24 ☆ LINGERIE | YONDU UDONTA

25 ☆ DOUBLE PENETRATION | TOMMY SHELBY & ALFIE SOLOMONS

26 ☆ GAGGING | FAT GUM | TAISHIRO TOYOMITSU

27 ☆ FORCED ORGASM | REGGIE KRAY

28 ☆ SHOWER | JOHNNY DOGS

29 ☆ WAX PLAY | ENDEAVOR

30 ☆ CHOCKING | NEGAN SMITH

31 ☆VIBRATOR WAR | JIM HOPPER

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Wuh-oh! There be some conflict in this bracket!

Vote for who you want to win in this @hk-oc-tournament [Hint: you want the cool guy with the sword for an arm to win :P]

Hopper and Hank belong to @raddest-laddest yeehaw

[grand-zammy]

👨‍🍼 Happy Father's Day 👨‍🍼

Some might be lucky enough to be born to a Dad that loves and accepts them.

Some might be lucky enough to have a family member fill-in for their Parent.

Some might be lucky enough to have a trusted friend/coworker become a Father figure.

There are good fathers out there (fictional and real) that are trying their best for their kids.

[overcastedsays]

ATTACK AGAINST @raddest-laddest

AND WE'RE DONE! THAT WRAPS UP THE 2024 ARTFIGHT SEASON! I love your hollow knight ocs (especially Hank and Hop), the designs are so nice. I like the idea that Hank quite literally has a battle theme (absolutely intimidating for any bug who dare crosses his path) and it's just Hop absolutely going to town on the banjo behind a rock somewhere conveniently out of view.

[eery-lir]

I see I have a type.

Old, washed up, alcoholic, detectives/police officers that have lost their family in some capacity.

[summersnow82]

My husband bought me a new laptop for Christmas. He’s such a doll. In exchange, I told him I would finish one of my ongoing fics.

[hippiegoth97]

Hey, everybody! Making yet another poll, but I think we're going to do this one a little differently. I'm going to do ALL of these characters in one way or another, some I have full one-shots planned for, some are more drabble/blurb type ideas. But I will do them in order of most votes to least. This way, I have an idea of what to write for a good long while. I am still working on the next parts of I Want to Believe for Fox Mulder, but I want something else to do alongside it to keep my mind flexible. (And don't worry, the Jonathan Byers story is coming next as it won the last poll.) These are also all characters I've NEVER written for (unless they served as side characters in other stories), and I tried to have a good mix here. Along the way there will probably be more polls to ask your opinions on what kind of stories to write for these characters as well. My mind is always full of plot bunnies, and I can't bear to choose which ones to do all on my own!

[raddest-laddest]

day 3 — boots

[laytonnpcbracket]

ROUND 1 POLL 89 SIDE A

About the NPCs:

Hank is a mechanic working on the Molentary Express.

Otherwise known as: Steve (UK English); リーゼン (Japanese); 행크 (Korean)

Hopper is a fun-loving guy willing to guide all those to spots for fun.

Otherwise known as: ハミルトン (Japanese); Blitz (French); 호퍼 (Korean)

[macchinablue-archive]

//Not me finna give Connor and ST!Verse but make him Steve.

[rogerdeakinsdp]

Academy Award Winners for Best Cinematography: 2003 — Conrad L. Hall, ASC Road to Perdition (2002) Directed by Sam Mendes Aspect Ratio: 2.35 : 1

Given Sullivan's moral ambiguity, Sam Mendes was keen to keep the audience at a distance from Tom Hanks' character for the first part of the film. He and Hall achieved this through lighting and composition. "Tom is an actor audiences feel they know very well, and I wanted them to have to lean forward to try to penetrate the inner world of the characters, especially his," Mendes says. "So in scene after scene, Tom is either partially obscured or seen through doorways, and he disappears into shadow and then reappears. We always used wide lenses and stayed a distance from him." The paintings of Edward Hopper were a primary reference for the filmmakers. According to Scott Sakamoto [camera operator], "We did a lot of tableau shots, wide shots that let the actors move within the frame, and we didn't move the camera much. Sam lets his actors tell the story within the frame." — American Cinematographer, August 2002

[ladykailitha]

The Caged Bird Still Sings Part 10

Hey guys! Welcome back!! This story did better last week, so yay!!!

This chapter is a lot of happy moments for Steve, after Hopper gives a tiny heart attack. Just a tiny one though. Just Steve being helped by three older men have a much better day than yesterday (or last week for us! ;))

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

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Steve hurried out to the parking lot of the hotel. He skidded to a stop in front of the valet station looking around frantically.

There leaning against his car was the Chief of Police, hands clasping his wrists, and legs crossed at the ankle. When he spotted Steve, he raised one hand to wave.

Steve looked around and then hurried over. “Holy fuck. I thought my dad had found me, Hop!”

Hopper grimaced as he stood up. “Yeah, I probably should have put in a hint who I was. I didn’t mean to put you on the defensive straight away.”

Steve froze as the implication hit him. “What happened?”

Hopper held up his hand placatingly. “I want to first let you know that they’re okay, just a little shaken up.”

“Who, Hop?” he bit out, his fist clenching at his sides.

“Your daddy and Hank Tippets showed up at the Henderson’s about a half hour ago,” Hopper explained. “Dustin radioed me and before either man could do something stupid, I managed to scare them off. And if hair on their heads so much is disturbed they’re going to jail. Clint isn’t going to risk that. Especially with me breathing down his neck.”

“Shit.” Steve was suddenly very sick. How did they find the Hendersons? Were they really all right?

“Whoa, son,” Hopper said, reaching out for him as he began to sway. “They followed your car. But I’ve got a plan for that. We’re going to drive down to the police impound lot and cover it with a tarp. No one will think to look for it there. Then you’re gonna lay low here for about a week. Give this time blow over. During that time, I’ll see about getting you another vehicle for you to drive.”

Steve looked up at him with wide-eyed amazement. “Oh that is a good idea.”

“Thanks,” he replied dryly. “You follow me to station, I’ll tell people you’re filing a complaint against Hank Tippets for the incident at the arcade yesterday and then I’ll impound your car.” He cocked his head to the side with a grin. “And then lose the paperwork.”

Steve huffed out a weak laugh, but did as he was told. He pulled into the police station and Hopper took down all his information.

Suddenly Hopper was cursing and yelling up a storm. The desk sergeant came running up to him and they both struggled with the shredder. But alas, whatever it was had been completely obliterated.

“One of these days that damn thing is going to eat someone!” Hopper growled. “Put in an order for a new one, Sgt. Rogers so that we don’t have further tragedies.”

The sergeant nodded and Hopper winked at Steve. Steve fought to keep the smile off his face. His car was never here. He finished up the rest of the complaint and let Hopper drive him home.

Steve hunched down into the seat and crossed his arms in front of his chest with a pout. “What’s point of having money if I can’t treat the people I love?”

Hopper gave him the side eye. “You want to tell me what’s really goin’ on? Because your daddy is a lying snake and there is something people aren’t saying.”

“You have to promise not to overreact,” Steve huffed. When Hopper laughed, he bit out, “I mean it, Hop.”

“Yeah, yeah, kid,” Hopper said shaking his head. “I’ll be cool and calm.”

So Steve told him about his last week. From Tommy all the way to Hank Tippets.

Hopper drove in silence for a moment ingesting everything Steve told him.

“No one but Monty and now you knows who Eddie is,” Steve warned him. “And I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Agreed,” Hopper said. “Nice to see that there are still decent folk left in the world, Eddie always did take more after his uncle Wayne, then he did his daddy. Nice to see fame didn’t change that.”

Steve straightened up; hands, a white knuckle grip on the sides of the front seat. “You’re first adult I’ve ever heard say anything good about him in all my years growing up in Hawkins.”

Hopped snorted. “Oh, he was trouble, there was no doubt about that. But he always had a soft spot for the weak, the abused, and the downtrodden. The outcasts. He probably saw in you hat he saw in those kids he picked up all the time for that game of his.”

“He had a game?” Steve asked, leaning away from Hopper skeptically. “Really?”

“That table top role-playing game that got all the newspapers up in a tizzy a couple years back.”

“D&D?” Steve asked in shock. “He played D&D?”

Hopper snapped his fingers. “That’s one. All of Ellie’s friends play it. It’s a harmless little fun. It’s just make-believe with paper and dice.”

Steve nodded.

They pulled up to the hotel and Steve opened the door to jump out.

“You take care of yourself, okay?” Hopper said. “I’m trusting Eddie to keep you safe, so you better let him, you hear?”

“Loud and clear!” Steve said with a jaunty wave.

“Go on and get out of here, you menace,” Hopper groused.

Steve closed the door behind him and went up to his room. He could see the message light was blinking, so he went over to listen to it.

“Hey, Stevie, it’s Eddie. I see you’re out. I hope everything is okay. Give me a call when you get this. BEEEEEPPPP!!”

Steve immediately dialed Eddie’s number.

“Hey, little Canary,” Eddie cooed. “You okay?”

Steve let out a small whimper and long drawn out, “No.”

“Oh, baby,” Eddie murmured. “Tell me everything.”

So he did. From the arcade to sneaking out early, to what happened at the Hendersons according to Hopper. The complaint against Hank Tippets and the loss of his car.

“I never did like ole man Tippets,” Eddie said darkly, “always throwing his weight around just because he was the mayor’s campaign advisor once.”

“And that was from before I was born.”

Eddie chuckled. “I’m glad you have the Chief in your corner. I didn’t realize he had adopted a little girl, though.”

“Yeah,” Steve said. “She was found wandering the streets, with no memory of who she was or how she got there. She was in specialized care for a couple of years and during that time Hop was there every day and they just bonded. Once she was cleared for going home, he adopted her. They’ve been together ever since.”

“That’s cute,” Eddie murmured. “I am sorry about the loss of your car, little Canary. That really sucks. Are you going to be okay?”

Steve let out a shuddering breath. “I mean, not really. I knew my dad was going to go after the kids, I just thought I had all my bases covered when I took them to the arcade.”

“You did a really good job,” Eddie soothed. “You didn’t know there would be somewhere there who jumped to the absolute wrong conclusion.”

“Yeah,” he muttered, “I guess you’re right. But I’m going to be a good boy and stick to the hotel until my dad gets the fuck out of town. And hopefully for this to blow over.”

“You do that, baby,” Eddie purred. “What are your plans for today?”

“I should go for a swim but I think I’m going to hide out in the suite, order pizza and watch trashy porn.”

Eddie laughed. “All porn is trashy, honey. The only difference is budget.”

They talked for a bit longer before Eddie had to go and they hung up. Steve was feeling sorry for himself when he realized there was something he could do.

He hopped into the shower and then got dressed in some of his nicer attire. Once his hair was flawless he grabbed his room key and trotted down the front desk. He cheered to himself when he saw the person at the desk was Bob. He was a cheerful, round man with sparkling eyes and a kind smile. The other person who manned the front desk during the day was horrible.

When Steve had asked about getting the combination for his safe in his room, the woman was very condescending to him and told him the hotel safe was good enough for a “young thing” like him.

He slid her his chip to get the money out of the safe and when she came back she was absolutely stark white and literally falling over herself to get Steve whatever he wanted.

“Bob!” he greeted warmly.

“Mr. Munson,” he replied cheerfully. He had been told the room was under Eddie Munson and that Steve was a cousin that needed a place to stay while Eddie was on tour. He also knew it was a fucking lie, but as Clint Harrington could burn in the deepest, darkest circle of hell, so Mr. Munson it was.

“I have a couple of favors to ask you,” Steve said, leaning on the counter, chewing on his bottom lip.

“Your cousin has stated that whatever you want as long as it was in our power,” Bob said, “to grant it.”

Steve grinned. He figured that was the case. “I was wondering if I could get a second phone for the desk. I like having the one by the bed, but I need one by the desk, too. I saw there was a jack for it.”

Bob smiled. “Of course, I’ll have one of the porters sent up later with one. Was there anything else you needed?”

Steve bit his lip and grimaced. “This might be a little...unethical. So if it is, tell me to buzz off.” Bob nodded. “Right, so when I went to the gym a couple of days ago there was this bitchy Over the Hill Barbie who made it really uncomfortable to use the gym and I was wondering if you could tell me if she was still at the hotel? You don’t have to tell me her name or anything, just a heads up if she’s using the gym or something?”

Bob smirked. Over the Hill Barbie was a very good description for Mrs. Molly Holland. Her husband was in town to look into buying up farm land to turn them into high raise condos. Something this town really, really didn’t need. “Her and her husband are only in town until tomorrow, but she only uses the gym first thing in the morning, then she spends the rest of the afternoon getting wasted at the hotel bar.”

Steve grinned and tapped the counter. “You are a god among men, thank you!” He made kisses and blew them at him with his hands as he backed away from the counter. As he turned away he could hear Bob chuckle at him.

His plans had just changed. He could mope in his room and cry the loss of his car, but this was a much better outlet. Running.

He quickly changed into his workout gear and grabbed a water bottle of the room’s mini fridge. There were others in the gym downstairs if he needed more water. He should really just get his own water bottle to refill as needed, but this would work just fine.

He peaked into the gym to be on the safe side, but it seemed as though Bob’s information was good. No Over the Hill Barbie!

Steve hopped on the nearest free treadmill and slipped his water into the cup holder. He worked out to his heart content, stopping when he wanted to and not because of some biddy with a grudge.

He went back up to his room where he showered again. He was just coming out of the bathroom, fully dressed when there was a knock on his door.

He frowned and made his way to open the door. He was little surprised to find the porter with a small black box and the phone he requested. He looked at his watch, it wasn’t even one o’clock yet. He opened the door further to let the porter in.

“This came for you while you were in the gym,” the porter explained about the box, setting it on the side table next to the sofa as he setup the phone on the desk.

Steve wandered over to the desk and opened the box. Inside was a set of two keys on a single key fob with a red and silver arrowhead with a star in the middle.

Oh shit.

He waited until the porter was done before he followed him out with the keys and his hotel key in hand. He knew it was going to have a huge bow on it, so it would be easy to find.

Sure enough, there in the valet parking was a yellow two door Pontiac Sunbird coupe. It was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. His dad would never see this beauty coming. Not in a million years. Steve put the keys into the door and the soft THUNK of the tumbler turning into place was magical.

The valet rushed over to remove the even brighter yellow ribbon as Steve slid into the front seat. The interior was a light grey and was so soft to the touch. It wasn’t leather like his Bimmer but it was beautiful.

He gripped the steering wheel and flexed his wrists to get a feel for it. The seat didn’t need to be put back too much further, which meant whoever drove it here was probably about his height.

Steve looked up at the valet. “Hey, can you go to my room and get my wallet? There’s an extra tip in it for you if you do it fast.”

Steve handed him his room key and the valet rushed off. It was barely a couple of minutes before the valet had returned, wallet and key in hand. Steve opened the wallet and gave him a ten dollar bill. The valet grinned and saluted him.

Steve put the key in the ignition and revved the engine.

God, the way it purred.

He put his wallet on the dashboard and pulled out of the parking lot. He wanted to show it off to everyone, but his common sense won out.

Well common sense and a selfish desire to really test it before he let anyone see it. He opened the glove compartment and laughed. It was full of Corroded Coffin tapes. He pulled one out and stuck into the tape deck.

He turned it up as he pulled into traffic. Maybe a good way to test out this beauty would to take a trip to the record shop.

So with a grin on his face, Steve went to go do just that.

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Points! We can't let the gay cowboys win! The serial killer with weird immortality deserves to get to the next round!

Hollow Knight OC tournament round 1

Hopper & Hank (he/him) from @raddest-laddest

Hopper: born to be a banjo man, forced to be a bounty hunter. He and his ragtag team used to go around the wild wastes looking for their next paycheck

Hank: used to be a bandit until he was ditched by his gang… he won’t forgive or forget.

One night Hopper and his crew happened upon a recently abandoned Hank, and recognizing him almost instantly, they decided to take him prisoner. Sand storm happened, Hopper (now separated from the rest of his crew) is left alone with Hank, and they end up having to work together to meet their changing goals :]

Charon (he/him) from @flame-shadow

Just a regular guy who likes to hang out in the City :)

...is what he wants you to think. Really, he's a clever serial killer who enjoys stalking his prey and killing them. It's good fun! There's quite the thrill in a successful kill. And the fear of getting caught adds some extra spice to his days. He does spend time doing regular activities too, such as visiting food stands, going out with bugs, sharpening his blade prosthetic, etc. He can be quite charming when he wants to be, a useful benefit of charisma, but he generally only turns that on for manipulation purposes.

When he's not being an awful person in the City, he's being a slightly more tolerably awful person in the Crystal Mines where he works as a supervisor for exploratory mining excursions to find crystal veins with unique properties. Over the past few years, his crew has experienced some injury and a few accidental deaths which is, of course, regrettable but entirely within reason for the dangers of the job.

Charon gets his comeuppance when a group of miners have had enough and kill him. They throw his corpse into a crystal chasm. Unfortunately, the crystals down there were special, and they bonded to his body as he bleed out, causing him to come back as a crystallized corpse with autonomy and no regard for self-preservation. Such is life!

[summersnow82]

Whoooo! This year, y’all. When they say tragedy comes in threes you better believe it. Some was expected, others were a complete shock. Please bear with me; this has been a difficult time.

Our last ordeal could’ve been much, much worse. I have a lot to be thankful for, and I’m praising God for His graciousness during this hard season. Listen to those red flags, y’all. It can mean the difference between a hospital stay and a funeral. Hug your loved ones. Life is too short.

I will be back with fic updates, but here’s an idea of my story priorities. Love y’all. Take care of yourself.

Fic Updates:

Scent of Roses: Pending. Updates in progress.

Somethin' Bad: Pending. Updates in progress.

That Familiar Feeling: Pending. Updates in progress.

Sins of the Past: Hiatus

Late Night Conversations: Hiatus. Pending a second part.