#Hans Westergaard

[simpofhans]

When your whole main cast is ✨ autistic coded ✨

I love this sillies so much. 😭😭😭😂🩷🩷✨💙

(Lars fanart credit to @pirate-of-the-southern-isles because we don't have any official Lars design visual medias 😭😭😭😭)

[elanrakiss]

The fur and the cap, which were made entirely of snow, fell off, and he saw a lady, tall and white, it was the Snow Queen.

[brookefeds]

Hiiii..well I changed my mind, this week isn’t just about me simping over Hux but the Stabbington twins in tangled and Hans Westergaard too🥲

Here photos of my babies😚

I don’t even know where to start🙃 I just remembered they existed but didn’t knew they were this hot and pretty (let’s take away those 🚩🚩🚩) and people should start searching more about their favorite characters cause WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERES A THEORY SAYING THAT THE TWINS IN TANGLED ARE TWO OF THE OLDER BROTHERS OF HANS???😭😭

[seaslugfanclub]

Disneys Sleepiest Soldier

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The video essay on (Y/N)s phone becomes increasingly blurry as they take a slow bite of their sandwich, trying to keep their eyes open.

Holy shit, they were exhausted.

(Y/N) sat hunched over the break room table, their eyes feeling like lead sinkers and feet pulsing from walking miles around the park. (Y/N) had arrived to their shift already tired, construction work had been done throughout the evening below (Y/N)s apartment—so they didn’t get a lick of sleep the previous night.

And after being in the sun all day, up and walking around tending to both guest and entertainment, they felt like they were going to pass out.

Pausing the video essay, (Y/N) checked the time on their phone, their soul clenching when they saw that they had 5 hours remaining to their shift.

Finishing off their sandwich, they looked at the time again to see they had 20 more minutes left to their lunch break,

“I’ll just take a micro nap, 10 minutes tops…..no one will notice…” (Y/N) reasoned, setting a timer on their phone and resting their head in their arms, almost instantly falling asleep.

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Even though he technically didn’t have to eat or drink, Hades couldn’t resist having a secret martini around this time of day. He had all the ingredients prepped in his room; gin, glass, live worm, all he needed now were the olives that were kept in the employee break room fridge.

Appearing from a cloud of smoke right in front of the refrigerator, the Lord of the Dead retrieved the olives, about to vanish to his room when he noticed a slumped over form in the corner of his eye.

“Well, what do we have here?” Hades mused as he walked over to his favorite park attendant, who was passed out on the break room table.

He loomed above them for a few minutes just appreciating their sleeping form when he noticed how dark the rings under (Y/N)s eyes were, they also looked paler than he remembered.

Now (Y/N) could look like anything and Hades would still find them attractive (the old pervert) but even he hated to admit how corpse like they looked.

“Geez kid….they don’t make things easy for you do they? Poor schmuck.”

Sighing in resignation, Hades swished the olives in his had away with a wisp of smoke, pocketed (Y/N)s phone, and proceeded to lift their limp body into his arms, carrying them bridal style. Once he knew (Y/N) hadn’t waken up from being jostled, he teleporting out of the break room and into the Villains common area.

Being so used to living around dead people, the feeling of warm, living flesh against his cold body was a change that Hades didn’t know was so welcomed until now. It almost hurt to part from (Y/N) as he layed them down onto the sofa in the middle of the room. Hades stared at them for a moment longer, before turning around to leave the room. He needed a stronger drink…

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“Cripes—Silver!? Did you nab my blunderbuss again— oh..”

Hook trotted into the common area, hoping to find and berate Silver for his missing pistol, before cutting himself off when he spotted (Y/N)s sleeping form splayed out on the sofa.

It seems that their exhaustion overpowered Hooks shouting, (Y/N) not even stirring.

Hook slowly approached the couch, looking over His park attendants form with silent wonder. He had never seen (Y/N) asleep before, they were always up and running around the park, confident and energetic. Hook marveled in this rare vulnerability, (Y/N)s sleeping form reminded him of the old renaissance paintings he had plundered with his crew years ago. (Y/N)s face was absent of all emotion, their hair splayed around them—

Wait a minute….

Hook was brought out of his reverie when he noticed how awkward (Y/N)s head was resting against the arm of the sofa. How could his dear attendant sleep without proper pillow!?

“My poor poppet… I’ll set you straight right.”

Hook sped out of the lounge, only to return minutes later with a pillow from his own quarters. He didn’t mind the strange looks from the other villains who were stalking the halls, his only goal was to get back to the common area.

Making sure not to scrape (Y/N) with his hook, the old captain gently lifted (Y/N)s head to place his pillow underneath their neck.

Taking a step back he admired his work, (Y/N) looking much more comfortable lying against his down feathered pillow.

“Sleep well my dear~” he whispered has he stalked out of the room.

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Hans clenched and unclenched his fists, not liking the way his palms felt— being so unused to not wearing his gloves. He rarely takes them off, and of course the only time he does so he misplaced them. He tried to ask around to see if anyone had found his pair of cotton gloves, but like every other time in his life, Hans was ignored.

His last hope in his search was the lounge, praying to Mickey-fucking-Mouse that they had somehow made their way there.

Completely focused on finding his gloves, Hans entered the common area and immediately began rummaging around. He didn’t care if his trousers got dusty or his hair fussed up, he couldn’t bear the feeling of his hands making direct contact with everything.

“Kom igen… var är de?”

Hans’s frustration was finally overwhelming him, about to give up when he noticed a flash of white from underneath the couch.

“Aha! Oh, finally!!”

Hans kneeled to reach under the couch, finally grabbing his beloved gloves and wasted no time in slipping them back on his hands. Relief washing over him, Hans went to stand back up— only to be face to face with (Y/N)’s

He flinched back, stumbling to his feet. In his mad search for his gloves, he had completely overlooked the sleeping (Y/N).

He titled his head, confused on why 1: (Y/N) is passed out on the villains sofa when they’re in the middle of a shift, and 2: why their head is resting on a satin down pillow that probably costs more than their rent.

Hans was brought out of his thoughts when a noticed a shiver ran up (Y/N)s back, the park attendant squirming.

Huh, he never noticed how chilly the lounge was, probably because he was used to the cold, even the central AC being nothing but white noise to him. Looking at (Y/N) again, he felt a strange squirming in his stomach…

….eh, it’s probably pity.

Tugging on his gloves, he walked over to the common areas closet, where they kept all the cleaning supplies, lightbulbs, untouched board games, and blankets. Groping around until he found something that met his standards, Hans pulled out a knit throw blanket and walked back to the couch.

With a flick of his wrists, the blanket unfurled and fell onto (Y/N)s body, (Y/N) unconsciously burrowing their face into the knit wool. Hans was strangely reminded of the bakers in his castles kitchens, blanketing the tops pies with dough.

Shrugging off the memories, he gave (Y/N) a fleeting look before exiting the lounge, his fists clenching and unclenching.

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The overhead LED lights stung in Frollos eyes, making him wince and rub the bridge of his nose. He used to think Paris as a filthy city, but now what he wouldn’t give to be back in the 15th century.

Trudging down the hall, a pit of anxiety welled in the bottom of his chest, dreading having to go back out in the park and having to… eugh, interact with others.

His procession stopped as he passed the doorway of the common area, turning his head towards the sofa. Checking to make so no one else was near, Frollo approached the couch to look over (Y/N).

If it was anyone else, Frollo would’ve sneered and berated the person for their sloth. Such waste of time and insult to God.

And yet…

It was a rarity to see the park attendant so still, their resting body allowing Frollo to notice details he never saw before; The stray beauty mark on their cheek, a specific strand of hair the coiled around their face, cuts and scrapes that littered their hands…

Frollo huffed, allowing (Y/N) to continue their sleep, about to exit the room when he stopped.

Their (Y/N) laid, their form vulnerable and unprotected, resting amongst those with wicked tendencies. It would go against his “beliefs” to allow evil to take advantage of those unaware.

Reaching into his robe, he pulled out his personal Rosary, the old wooden beads clicking as they hind from his fingers. Delicately, Frollo hung his rosary from the edge of the couch, the cross resting right above (Y/N).

“Procul recedant somnia, Et noctium phantasmata; Hostemque nostrum comprime, Ne polluantur corpora.” Frollo muttered a prayer, signing the cross over (Y/N)s body.

Having so other excuse to stay, Frollo stalked out of the lounge

“dors bien et fais de beaux rêves..”

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Facilier was….well— he wasn’t sure what he was looking at.

(Y/N) sprawled out on the couch, head resting on a pillow that looked like it belonged in Big Daddy La Bouff’s mansion, worn knit blanket draped over their body, and a dingy rosary hanging above their head.

The shadow man stared down at (Y/N), his shadow trying to reach the couch, only to be shocked backwards. Probably the fault of the rosary.

“Ah forget it old sport— let the kid rest,” Facilier chastised his shadow.

The conman recalled seeing (Y/N) stumbling around the park earlier in the day, nodding off while standing. Poor sap must’ve surrendered to their bodies plea for rest.

Facilier’s been known to indulge in a nap once or twice, especially on the sticky summer days back in Orleans… but from personal experience, he always needed total darkness.

“I’ve got no idea how they can sleep with all this light… let’s do the poor Cher a solid. Shadow, cut the lights.”

With the command of his master, Faciliers shadow creeped towards the window on the neighboring wall, pulling down the blinds as Facilier walked over to the light switch, humming to himself.

“..pale moon's shining on the fields below…. The folks are singing songs, soft and loooowww~”

flicking off the overhead lights, the lounge was plunged in darkness.

“Much better, c’mon old sport—” Facilier beckoned his shadow, who gave (Y/N) a longing glance before return to his master.

“You needn't tell me, ‘cause I know… When it's sleepy time down south~”

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(Y/N) sighed in their sleep, nestling into the blanket and pillow. Although they were still fast asleep, far from waking up— they could feel the peace that washed over them. Something only achieved when you’ve reach maximum comfort after strenuous activity.

There were moments in their sleep when they were uncomfortable; neck aching, cold, bad dreams, and bright light stinging behind their eyes. But each time they almost roused from sleep, the problem was always solved, sending them deeper and deeper into the REM cycle.

So there (Y/N) rested, swamped in strange warmth and set to not wake for a long while.

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Can you tell that my love language is acts of service?

I just wanted to write something fluffy, (also I kinda want to write more Hans stuff, an obsession is growing…)

Anyway, enjoy!

[pirate-of-the-southern-isles]

I redraw the still from the concept animation bc I love Hans being Silly

https://youtu.be/Jlvt6Ptkl7o?si=QCzJ-UsJsDm4TvP_

He was so embarassed

[tomorobo-illust]

See hi-res version here: patreon.com/posts/cutie-bot-tier-118064707 Here is Kitty Rose's reward!! Hans and Murphy if they were in the anime 'Candy Candy', Hans as Candy and Murphy as Terry!

I adore the retro art style and the outfits Candy wears are so pretty!! I had such a fun and difficult time trying to pick and choose which ones I wanted to draw >w< I especially loved designing the fancy hats Candy wore for Hans to wear! Thank you so, SO much again Kitty Rose for having exquisite taste and introducing me to this old manga/anime! I loved drawing them in this au <3

[brodingles]

I am back to making the Gents Tiny. I missed making sillies with my sillies, so I gave them some fresh designs and then got really unhinged, so expect to be seeing them again!

[lostfairyart]

Guys. Disney told Helsa is canon and this’ll happen in Frozen 3!!!1! 🔥❄️

Your honor, they are my EVERYTHING. When I’m telling you that they are one of my ult fav Disney ships, man. 😍 (I made him do a wrist grab again. 🤭 It’s so hot and he WOULD do it. 🤭)

If Hans isn’t in Frozen 3, I will RIOT. He deserves a redemption arc, he deserves to follow the path James Norrington walked so Hans could run!!!! (They vibe in my head, don’t ask. It just feels right.)

All I want for Frozen 3 is Hans to come back all disheveled and a beautiful wonderful mess and surprise everyone. 😫✨💕💖 And he needs to have fire powers (he totally does, guys) and him and Elsa will be THE power couple.

Here’s an alternate version! 🔥❄️

[photsibutnot]

WIIITCHHHH 🫵 | 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘢 𝘹 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 @helsaweenfun hi! i am aliveeeee. sorry if i worried anyone, i deleted most of my socials and had to prioritize other parts of my life for a little bit. but i wanted to come back on tumblr in the meantime and join the chaos 🫡

[puryartist]

the worst person you know is still actively obsessed with helsa (i forgot to post this on tumblr lol)

ref:

[chloegraceartist]

Helsa in the snow ❄️🩵

Happy Valentine’s Day, Helsa shippers! 💕 I finished this piece just in time for this lovely holiday. I like the thought of these two sneaking out into the snowy woods for stolen kisses and alone time.

I used this gorgeous reference of Burt Lancaster and Ava Gardner - “The Killers” 1946

[simpofhans]

I can't even express how much EXCITED I AM ABOUT MY MAY WEEKEND AT THE SEASIDE IN POLAND.... 😭😭😭😭 LIKE, BEFORE MY VACATION IN CROATIA, THAT WILL BE THE TRIP OF MY LIFE 😭😭😭💕💕💕

And I am going to have over 15+ books for 4 days, because I can read one book in the span of 1,5 hour, AND IF IT'S SHORT EVEN 30 MINUTES 😭😭😭😭 (YES, I'M A FAST READER 😭) AND THAT'S WHY I'M TAKING, OUT OF 15 BOOKS, THIS 4 MASTERPIECES TO READ ON THE ROAD TO THE HOTEL ITSELF 🤣😭💕💕💕 :

Because I LOVE SHADOWHUNTERS FRANCHISE 😭😭😭😭😭

Because I waited for it over 2 years 😭😭😭😭 (actually, 1,5 year🤣🤣🤣)

Because it's exclusive to Spain, France and Poland, AND THERE IS, TECHNICALLY, SOME HANS POV TO IT 😭😭😭💙💙🥺🥺💕💕

Because I NEED MORE SOFT COZY FANTASY STORIES 😭😭😭💕💕🥺🩷

So.... there is only a week to it. AND I'M EXCITED SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭

[elanrakiss]

Inktober

Day 5 |binoculars|

[firawren]

Frozen text post memes, part 4 of ?

[jemmyzha]

Friendship/ Amistad

:)

I like to think that maybe they would bring a little joy to Hans' lonely life.

Well, it's only possible in the imagination.

Anna: 7

Elsa: 10

Hans: 12

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Me gusta pensar que tal vez ellas traerían un poco de alegría a la solitaria vida de Hans. Bueno, es solo posible en la imaginación.