#oc: hasan

[kikuwaters]

Very cute commission of Hapi and Hasan done by @ghoulishautism !! I absolutely love his fun cartoon style and this piece is so cute :>

[bioniclechronicles]

Hapi Ein Joyful

Meet my OC

This is Hapi! He's the ringleader of the Sunkissed Circus, at least he was until the Sunkissed Massacres of 1924.

More detailed lore under the cut

Born in 1878, Hapi came into this world causing problems. He didn't come from a family with much money and he was highly focused on himself. Socially he was an outcast, and he made that worse when he realized he was gay and refused to hide that aspect of himself.

He had a lot of enemies, but a few very close friends as well. With the help of his three closest friends, he started up the Sunkissed Cicus, a place for the socially outcasted to perform and live without fear. He ran the circus for many years, but his behaviors and circus drew the ire of many around him. This reached its peak when his circus was placed under a terrible curse that resulted in the death of the members inside. Slowly people were dying in horrible accidents, leaving Hapi stressed and unsure of what to do. When his best friend ended up shot and in the hospital, Hapi did the only thing left he thought he could.

Hapi sold his soul to a demon in exchange the demon made sure the remaining members of his circus lived. The demon took the deal, but demon deals rarely ever go as people want them too. The demon, Stygal, possessed Hapis body and took a straight forward aproach to the curse. He didn't have the ability to lift it, so he needed to fulfill the curse requirements. Stygal killed the remaining members of the Sunkissed Circus using Hapis own hand. When the demo released control, overwrought by his own horror and grief, Hapi took his own life. But the demon was true to his word..

He brought the murdered members of Sunkissed back to life, held in his deal with Hapi. They existed no longer as people, unable to be recognized by their families or friends anymore. Functionally they were nothing more than ghosts, trapped in the Sunkissed property by the mere fact they had no where else left to go. They remained in their hometown for nearly 80 years until the town happened to be visited by a new circus, and Hapi met the ringleader of the Joy of Souls.

Hasan Kaestle the 10th

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Tag your whumper <3333

from "The Reason Wolverine and Deadpool Are Flambéing on the Barbecue" by Jo Withers

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I think they're cute😳

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Hasan Piker Midwest Princess Chapter 1, Trauma! at the Gay Bar

This is the first chapter of a fic I've been frankensteining from a non related series of one shots I never intended on posting but once it reached fifty pages I was like, I feel like its more psycho if I don't post it? Mad respect to all of the work Hasan does; fanfic is a coping mechanism, sorry to this man. If I didn't see that podcast episode of him telling the TikTok edit people he doesn't care I would not have posted. I'll post a (y/n) version soon. My first slow burn! Well ig you can decide if its slowburn lol.

Warnings: Slight homophobia, bad date, swearing, allusion to older sibling trauma, x OC but will post a y/n

Forty five minutes before:

“You’re meeting him alone? And you drove there? Where did you park? How far is your walk? Are you armed? I shouldn’t need to say this but we are not in Kansas anymore, Dorth-” The audio is crackling through one damaged earbud but the gist is communicated well enough to be annoying.

“Yeah you’re right, you don’t need to say this. I literally wrote those things down in a packet for you. It’s in a garage, we’re meeting in a public place, he’s gay, I’m literally almost there now, and I have everything that I send in my bi-annual safety package.” It was a bit biting, but nothing anyone wasn’t used to. “I’m going to forgive your attitude because you’re just not used to it, but it's high time I start parenting you instead.” The woman being scolded lets out a scoff, but decides to let it go. “Okay, I gotta go, love you.” As if knowing she was on the way to hang up, the girl on the line speaks lightning fast:  “Love you, I’m serious, text me. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Their call ends and the man in question is immediately visible upon entering, as it is too early for fog, strobes, colored lights, or dancers. He was sat in a booth, wearing noticeably much different hair and clothes than usual with a look of concern.  She approaches, more curious than scared. “Hey Matt, how are you?”

Now:

This little outing really was not going to plan. Here she was, thinking what a great networking connection, I wonder why he took an interest in me, he must have a project in mind. Now, the two sat awkwardly, twiddling their thumbs and looking at the table between them as a massive misunderstanding had just unfolded not even a half hour in. Despite still hanging in the wake of an argument, the man on the south side of the booth elects to open his mouth again.

"I cannot fucking believe you thought I was gay. Why would you even say to me, Vivian?" This did not go over well with his audience. Vivian looked up from her now ripped up napkin, eyes bulging and mouth agape. She was really reaching for a way to be nice in spite of everything, in the not-so-rare case this comes back to bite her. It took a lot of effort to hold back her flabbergasted laughs in her rebuttal.

"I'm sorry, Matt. You’re obviously offended. But, I just used context clues: this is an internationally notorious gay bar." She motions around the place as the scantily clad, male dancers start their shift with her hand. The resulting look on Matt's face could be described as potent horror. After a moment, he shakes it off and his face relaxes, like he had just reloaded back to a point in the night where nothing had ever happened. "You know what, I can forgive you. Let's just get outta here and go somewhere where there's people I can show you off to." Matt had a wide grin on his face. He must’ve felt ingenious, but now it's Vivan's turn to wretch. There was no other direction to go. She almost starts laughing again when she says, "Um, I agreed to meet you alone under the pretense that you were gay and on business. On what planet does that mean I’d want to go out with you?"

Thankfully, Vivian had the foresight to start texting under the table since the beginning of the straight reveal. Even more convenient than calling her smug sister back, she had noticed her (hopefully) savior earlier, who she’d been to this bar with before. She hadn't checked if he’d be in town at the time because of work and family plans on top of her being too nervous to meet his friends that she’d definitely be introduced to. But now, it was clear one fear was worse than the other. This is the text conversation they had while she tried to navigate this tantrum:

V: Austin

A: Vivvvv!!

V: Are you at The Abbey rn?

A: omg how did you know did someone post something?

V: No I'm here can I come over there

A: WHAT

V: this guy from work invited me I assumed he was gay bc he suggested it but its bad

A: NO NOT THAT of course you can come over, come over now, I'm just shocked you DIDN'T FUCKING TELL ME YOU WERE COMING.

Seconds later and without further coordination, Austin starts yelling, creating the perfect excuse to leave just as she starts gathering her things post rejection.

"GUYS, VIVIAN IS HERE. YOU GET TO MEET VIVIAN!!!!!" Followed by several gasps and chatter. She whipped around to 'see what the noise was.' When she turns back to Matt Vivian starts speaking at hyper speed. "Oh my God, that's my friend Austin! I should say hi. I Gotta go, thanks for the drink!" And she was out of there before he could say a word about how obvious that was. 

Through the suddenly large crowd of people it took her a second to reach Austin’s group but as soon as she did the aforementioned introductions began. "Guys, this is my best friend Vivian, we met in college! She's helped with some of my shows before.” He names every member off before getting out of the booth and patting the seat cushion. She sends him a questioning glance when he doesn’t just scooch over, but he doesn’t give her any time to ask. “I'm so excited, you turned up at the perfect time. We're pre-recording the podcast this week before the convention in Japan, so everyone is around." Once she climbed in, he followed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and sandwiching her between him and a friend.

The girls seem friendly enough but the guilt, especially from having seen any amount of their content before, persisted. "I'm so sorry to intrude. I was trying to find a way to escape the guy I'm with and then I saw you guys." After ingesting and enjoying some of their work to support Austin, it was difficult for Vivian to not feel like a fan interrupting their night for a picture. However, she did find a little relief in Maya, QT, and Caroline in unison all saying things like: "Of course!", "Don't be sorry!", and "It's nice to finally meet you!". While she was busy learning everyone's names, or more like acting, Austin decided to glance around for the perpetrator. He locked eyes with a man getting out of the booth he saw her leave from. He shakes his head when he starts heading their direction, and Matt changes course for the door without much more persuasion. Maya notices, but he motions for her to say nothing.

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To Vivian's surprise, it ended up being a really fun, guilt free night. Now, it was almost one in the morning and all had begun to trail out after agreeing on another day to get together in a couple months during her next work trip. Only Vivian and Austin were left. She insisted on driving him home, trying to be alone for as little time as possible. On the way to her rental car, they chatted about how excited he was to ingratiate her into his friend group, and that tonight was a great start, better than he’d imagined. Well, that's what she'd translated it to mean, anyway. 

Once the two were in, she peaked over to his side to make sure he'd buckled as she talked. "Okay, where are you staying, babe?" Her voice made him jump in his seat, exposing his lack of attention. "hmmmmmmm?" She reiterates, "Which hotel are you staying at?" Austin takes a bit too long to answer. "I'm not." He sounds a little devious. "You're not?" She sounds a little confused. "It's Hasan's ho-HIC-use. Hasan's house. Another one off the-the list. The friend list." Austin hiccups in the middle of his sentence, rolling around trying to get his phone out of his back pocket. Vivian tried not to act caught off guard by this news. He had started staying there more recently, she knew that. There was no reason for alarm, it shouldn’t be any different than meeting his other friends. It was already surprising that she hadn't met him or anyone else already. Brief phone calls with Austin on speaker had revealed her existence to them; she's not a foreign concept to anyone. It would be fine. Besides, Hasan said on the podcast a couple of days ago that he goes to bed really early so she might not even get a glimpse of him. She decided to not tell Austin she knows that and just typed in the address as he eventually gets through saying it.

The ride was enjoyable, Austin didn’t puke, and he didn’t complain about her music choices either. She hadn’t had to get through a neighborhood gate by herself in a while, but the real hard part came after parking the car; Getting Austin out and through the door. She tried to support him with her shoulder the best she could and managed to get him up on the porch. “Just remember, if you.. If you see Hasan, he isn’t mean. He just is like that - oh my god where is my key?!” Unfortunately, he had gone into all his pockets while talking to find said key, but it wasn’t there. Frantic searching obviously ensues. Every pocket on Austin's body checked twice, every crevice of the car, all over the sidewalk, and the grass. 

In a fleeting moment of clarity, Vivian cuts off his panicked rambling to make the suggestion to just call Hasan and figure out the rest in the morning. "Oh yeah, duh." It takes a lot of energy to keep calm. If he lost the key that means anyone could have it. What if it was stolen? Or worse, stolen by a fan? Is this supposed to be his first impression of her? That she, the DD, let a stranger steal the key to his home? It doesn’t matter if those thoughts are ridiculous, what if he’s ridiculous? It’s not like she really knows anything about him.

Austin calls him and puts it on speaker and the sound interrupts her spiral; it rings a couple of times and Vivian almost loses all hope until a deep, gravelly groan radiates from the phone at the last second. She pretended to not have heard it. Austin explained, Hasan was irritated, reasonably, but agreed to come down after waking up enough to realize there was no other option. They stood there silently, like two kids in trouble, waiting for the door to swing open.

It did. "Austin you are a fucking idiot. The key is on the kitchen counter." Is the first thing he said when he saw him. Vivian was exasperated. “Thank fucking god, I thought someone stole it”. She covered her face in her hands as she spoke. When she revealed herself, Hasan realized her presence for the first time; caught off guard, he let his face change for a second. Displeasure, recognition, just surprise? Vivian let it slide as per the advice of her friend earlier. Austin raised an eyebrow, but carried on anyway. "Hey hey hey! None of that is true. Hasan, this is the Viv I’m always talking about. Can she come over tomorrow?" Hasan pauses before offering his hand. “Yeah.. I remember.” She accepts, shaking softly and smiling up at him. They both chuckle at Austin as they do. During the greeting, she notices for the first time that Hasan had opened the door wearing nothing but pajama pants, which you know, is an odd outfit to be shaking someone's hand in, is all.

"I was wondering if we’d ever meet you." Vivian blushes, and agrees with him. Hasan, on his never ending quest to become the world's greatest host that she’d heard all about, offered to have her stay since it's so late. She politely declines on reflex, explaining her hotel wasn't that far and that she had work in the morning. Which was mostly true. After that, Austin hugs her goodbye and shimmies behind Hasan saying something, probably incoherent, under his breath. The sight amused her enough to distract her from Hasan’s reaction to what was mumbled. His ungraceful footsteps serve as background noise for the rest of the conversation. "If you're sure. I guess see you tomorrow then?" His face reads so earnestly she struggles for a moment, wondering why Austin would ever leave her alone like that. "Yeah, of course. Thanks." Hasan begins his retreat back into the house, and she's glad to have received a cue and starts to turn around as well, waving.

"Hey. text Austin's phone so we know you got home okay." She glances back to agree before picking up the pace back to her car, face burning for what she elements is no reason. In the distance she can hear muffled yelling and laughter.

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The next morning Hasan carried on his early routine to breakfast, then to basketball, then back to the house as per usual. That was until the sound of crashing around upstairs reminded him of last night. He just hoped that he had come off the right way to Vivan. Austin’s faces and teasing mutters did not help, but he’d already been told a few times before that he doesn’t tend to make the greatest first impressions. Even though he had thought carefully about this one in advance, it still managed to take him by surprise. In a sleepy haze, in the middle of the night, and barely clothed no less. If he didn’t do okay that night, he was going to have to deal with the consequences for at least one depressing, awkward night, or maybe even more.

Eventually, he and Austin crossed paths in the house and Hasan had the chance to try and calm some of his nerves. "What are we gonna do with Viv today?" Hasan sat at the counter, watching his friend rummage around in the fridge. He sipped his coffee, ignoring that he could not get his knee to stop bouncing. "Uhhh." The key word was “try.” He made an effort to not to sound frustrated; obviously Austin thought that they would get along just fine and was not worried at all about being a diligent liaison, which was good, he supposed. Yet, this was as much as he could muster: "You invited her over to my house with no plans?" Austin chuckled at his friend's perpostered tone, wiggling his shoulders around in a way that suggested he may be making something up on the fly. "Well first off, I was drunk, and second… I'd like to, to, to - to give her a tour of your lovely home!" Austin sets up shop for breakfast on the other side of the island very nonchalantly and Hasan now has to hide his embarrassment. "I am not doing that." 

Austin cracked an egg into a pan, smirking. He decides to poke the bear. "Give me one reason why." Hasan gestures wildly with his hands in confusion, and the other just sits there, enjoying how the tables have turned for once. "What do you mean?? How is that not embarrassing?" He rolled his eyes. "I said I'm doing it, not you. You can hide your shame in your office until it’s over - Oh! and then I'm definitely taking her out to a fancy dinner. Anyone can come, but when I see her I like to buy her nice dinner. Then she asked me a while ago if she could teach me Mario Kart so I need a copy of the new one. You have a switch right?" Despite the greasy spatula being pointed at him as a gesture, Hasan manages to find some solus in any sort of established structure for the day.

“Oh, speak of the devil, she texted me, will you read it?” The spatula returns to point at Austin’s phone on the other side of the kitchen island. Hasan grabs it with a light grunt, returning his glasses to his eyes. “Austin, my sister and I are going to brunch in 2 hours, she says she hasn’t seen you in so long do you want to come.” He barely gets to finish reading it before Austin says, “fuck yeah, say yes.” Hasan types:

A: Austin says “fuck yeah, say yes” - Hasan

V: lol thank you for carrier pigeoning <3, its here tell him he can click on it 

Austin Insta-Carted the game under the advice of Hasan and Google before they separated again. One getting ready for brunch and the other taking a long shower and marinating in his thoughts, wondering if he should make a phone call or if that would be too dramatic.

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.:Originally started January 30th, 2024; Completed February 16th, 2024:.

Time for a couple more refs, now in my "full chibi" style, which basically just means it's a front and back ref done with chibis.

I used a randomizer to decide which character I'd draw for this, so it's funny that it chose Osiris first~

[character uses he/xey pronouns]

[mordayks]

Oc sketches (I'm in love with Hasan🙏🙏)

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what are your ladies doing for international women's day? :)

Morgan, Iris, Caitlin, and Jesse all have a girls' day out—they have those every month or so anyway, but they always make sure one of them falls on International Women's Day ("for the symbolism!"). Morgan loves her sisters so much 💞 and she makes sure they know it. Some of Iris and Caitlin's articles are pinned up around the Cortex for the whole day.

Jesse would also, ofc, shower Aminah in love too 💞 they’re not besties for nothing! Aminah conveniently finds some very ripe mangoes straight from Pakistan on her doorstep 👀 perks of being besties with a speedster.

Amelia always associates it with May, who puts on one of her mixtapes and dances them both around the kitchen, and they both make chocolate pie. Amelia gets better every year...though ofc during the Snap, she doesn't have May to make it with her 🥺 she reintroduces the tradition with Rosalie, but...it's not totally the same. So instead, they make new memories: Rosalie teaches Amelia some of HER favorite recipes, and they make one of those their yearly Women's Day tradition.

Idk when Women's Day would be in the GFFA, but whenever it is, Lucy and Leia would take it as an excuse to relax. Maybe not as much during the days of the Rebellion (they'd just steal quiet moments in those days), but after the war is won, Leia takes the whole day off, and they both bundle under the blankets and watch trash holodramas with only Han, Luke, or Lando allowed to disturb them...and even then, only if something's on fire or someone's dying

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[kikuwaters]

old sketch of Hasan

[b0amagination]

Tastes of Whumptober: Day 9

I simply couldn't give this prompt to anyone else. No need to know my blorbos beforehand, you'll figure out their dynamic pretty quick.

Obsession

“This whole thing is really tipping into obsession territory.”

“You’re just now realizing this?”

Declan paused.

“I meant that as a rude comment, Hasan.”

They clicked the menu button and the racers on screen stopped moving. Declan reached over to resume it by clicking Hasan’s controller, but they jerked it away and set it out of view.

“Look here.” He looked. Stupid obedience training. “What do you think I do in my free time?” 

“When you’re not down here?” It took a moment to formulate an answer. When they weren’t in his face, he didn’t often wonder what his kidnapper was up to. “You have hobbies outside of torture, I figure.”

“I crocheted this,” Hasan volunteered, tugging the sleeve of their bolero.

“Really? I would’ve pinned you as more of a fast fashion type, considering your loose morals.” He had seen them wearing clearly upper-end clothing before, but didn’t want to inflate their ego any more than necessary.

The shock collar went off for just a second and he yelped, having nearly forgotten its presence. 

“I own a house. I can afford clothes that won’t fall apart when I so much as breathe on the seams.”

“Ohhhhhh, no wonder your landlord hasn’t checked on me yet.” They snapped their fingers directly in front of his eyes and he flinched. At least it wasn’t another shock.

“I asked you a question, remember? My free time.”

“Did you want a different answer? I said hobbies that aren’t torture.”

“And I’m saying you’re wrong.”

“Right, I forgot there’s another man chained up in every room of- hhhck!” He doubled over, instinctively trying to dodge the hurt. “What?! Do all of your hobbies somehow incorporate torture now?” 

Silence was a strange answer to that question.

“That doesn’t seem healthy.” In more ways than one. The second part almost slipped out before he bit his tongue.

The collar didn’t shock, but it vibrated softly in warning.

“Have you ever hyperfixated on a person rather than a subject or activity?” Hasan asked.

“Oh my god. I’m your hyperfixation.” It didn’t answer their question, but it was the intended conclusion. “Oh my god.”

“You’ve gone pale, Dec.” He jerked away from the hand on his cheek, but the collar nudged him and he let them touch. “Is it really that big of a deal to you?”

“I know what a hyperfixation is like.”

“Well?” They wanted to hear details.

“Well, I don’t know if you hyperfixate the same way I do, but I tend to associate anything and everything back to it.”

“Yes, I as well.”

Nausea slithered somewhere between his stomach and his throat.

“So all of your downtime is spent relating all your favorite things back to hurting me.” Though phrased as a question, it most certainly wasn’t. The spark in Hasan’s eyes understood that all too well.

“What can I say? It’s an obsession.”

Declan turned in his seat staring intently at the television, willing it to unpause so he could stop thinking and play, but it could never be quite so easy. A hand in his hair forced him back to Hasan, now so close their noses could touch. 

“You’re so tense…” A light touch over his sternum. “Let’s unwind with a game. What rules were we already playing with?” The shock remote in the corner of his vision told him they remembered quite clearly, and an attempt to lessen the stakes wouldn’t end well.

“We were playing seven random races for choice of takeout and use of my free time.” Declan couldn’t hide the tremor in his hands as he fiddled with the controller.

“Ah, no, that won’t do. If I lost ownership of your free time tonight I might go mad.” They tapped his cheek in thought. “We’ll restart from race one. I’ll play you for choice of takeout… and choice of weapon.”

[lucky38-2077]

They having a good life🤗

[baylardo]

court doodles hehe :3

[sugarysketches]

.:Originally made May 24th, 2023:.

Winter

[character uses he/xey pronouns]

[liamins]

I like this design sketch of Arven (he/him or they/them) so I'm posting it here. With and without visor.

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