#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

[lucky38-2077]

I think they're cute😳

[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.”

[sugarysketches]

.: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]

[texas-beef-cow]

[shrinkthisviolet]

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

Taglist (send an ask or DM to be added or removed):

@ocappreciationtag @arrthurpendragon @vexic929 @ironverseocs @raith-way @thechaoticfanartist @goldheartedchaoticdisaster @negative-speedforce @dream-beyond-the-fantasy

[baylardo]

court doodles hehe :3

[liamins]

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

[miranhas-art]

The slots are available again!!!!

(I'm still finishing up some comms, but we are starting December batch!!!)

Hello girlies and non binary frens!

New price sheet? No! New Theme!

The prices are the same, but the vibe is different ✨✨

Disclaimer for those who don't know:

As for now, twitter has been banned in Brasil (where I live), besides tumblr, that app was my main way to find and contact clients and also show my work.

For that reason, I'd love if you could help me out by reblogging this post and also helping people know that I can't use twitter anymore.

Thank you so much always and we will not panic!

END OF DISCLAIMER

Ok! Commissions are currently:

OPEN

Feel free to dm to find more about my work, for new works or just to chat lol

[lucky38-2077]

They having a good life🤗

[sugarysketches]

.:Originally made May 24th, 2023:.

Winter

[character uses he/xey pronouns]

[texas-beef-cow]

[shrinkthisviolet]

are any of your ocs celebrating ramadan? :)

Aminah is! She’s always more tired during Ramadan than normal (early-morning suhoor/dawn meal/breakfast will do that to you), but she’s glad to fast—it makes her feel closer to God and she always comes out of Ramadan more mindful. She even, during one of the Ramadans in her childhood*, developed the habit of praying Isha!

*late preteen years—children aren’t obligated to fast, so that’s the best time to ease them into it

Of course, Jesse and Artemis (you’ll meet Artemis post-s2) are supportive…and so is Harry, in his gruff way. There’s a prayer room in STAR Labs in case Aminah ever needs it, and they always make sure she leaves in time enough to get home for Iftar (the sunset meal. Not quite dinner, since some people do have dinner later). And they make sure Aminah doesn’t push herself too hard—she’s not passing out on their watch!

And ofc Jesse, who goes to school with Aminah, calls out anyone who’s mean to her for any reason. Except in the cases when Aminah beats her to it 💞

Yeah…when I said Aminah was the most self-insert of my OCs, I meant it 😅

Taglist (send an ask or DM to be added or removed):

@ocappreciationtag @arrthurpendragon @vexic929 @ironverseocs @thechaoticfanartist @raith-way @goldheartedchaoticdisaster @negative-speedforce

[dani-a-arts]

“how about writing about the characters you already made instead of making new characters-“ no. ✋🏻

Sabri + Hasan are new so here’s a bit about them!

Hasan is independent and almost distant. He enjoys hobbies, working, and generally being alone. He is an introvert is the typical sense, getting energy from being alone. This is not including his family however, he is very close to his mother and brother especially. Sabri’s death hit him very hard. He never bonded with Vasiliy early on, despite loving him dearly, Hasan’s personality is just distant. After Sabri’s death they did cling onto each other more for emotional support.

Sabri is disorganized in his thoughts and often stumbles over his words. He is very sweet and gentle person by nature and is hypersensitive to the emotions of people around him. He is less independent than Hasan and just socially awkward. He and Vasiliy bonded well due to this being a shared social experience. He introduced Vasiliy to metal and the alternate scene. He was unaware he is autistic which is why he and Vasiliy, who is also autistic, bonded so well. His special interests are metal (music), geology, and photography. He struggles greatly with expressing himself, preferring to ignore his emotions and hide them. He struggled with depression and a habit of self harm since he was a young teen. He only ever talked about it briefly to Hasan but has become more and more closed off as he became older. Facing bullying as a child that transformed into plain social rejection from his peers as he got older. He always felt very alone in the world.

[xxepherr]

.ೃ࿐MRS HOLLYWOOD

summary — in which hasan is caught in the loop of a cyclical relationship with hollywood’s biggest star

pairings — hasan piker x fem!unnamed!actress!oc

pronouns — she/her

word count — 736

note — based on mrs hollywood by go-jo. just a small little thing to get me out of my writer’s block — its nothing special

ON AGAIN, OFF AGAIN.

how many more times was he going to respond to another text? how many more times was he going to leave the key to his house under the doormat?

hasan knew better. at thirty-three he had enough life skills and knowledge to avoid things that used to rope him in a decade ago. perhaps that was why he had matured to a certain extent, but that didn't seem to extend to her.

she was glitz and glamour, a pretty picture splashed across a canvas and decorated to the brim with jewellery. the centre of so many hit films, it seemed that being the centre of hasan piker's world was the only one that mattered.

hasan knew better than to keep letting her back in. she was the same toxicity of a drug, and twice as addictive. she was never around, always departing to go star in the next big thing, never sending a text or bothering to call unless she wanted something.

“you’re always MIA,” he mumbled, the stars shining through his window as the moon kept watch. “where do you go?”

“not everyone works from home,” she mumbled back, closing her eyes as she tucked herself into the large arm he had around her.

“when can we go back?” he tried again. hasan’s fingers tangled in her hair, soothing against her scalp. “this is killing me.”

she remained silent. she couldn’t settle down, running away was all she’d ever known. long-term never worked because then she couldn’t escape, but the excuse of work was wearing thin. she knew hasan didn’t believe her anymore. for fucks sake, most of her filming locations were maybe thirty minutes from his house. it’s not like she was halfway across the fucking globe or anything.

“i can’t,” she answered in a dull fashion, “all you do is work, i’m the same—“

“but you’re not,” he cut her off. it was hard to be upset when they were skin to skin, kept decent by a thin sheet. “it’s been five fucking years.”

“you can forget about me,” she tried to roll out from his arms, but he only tightened them in response. “let me go, has.”

“you can’t keep running,” he said calmly, refusing to raise his voice at her. he used to years ago when things were rockier and her tendencies were dripping with toxic sludge, but it was never the solution. she would just disappear for longer, surfacing in milan or some other foreign place for a day or two before she fell off the map again. “there’s nowhere left for you. this can be your home, too.”

home for her was an apartment in the heart of hollywood. she owned a smaller one in malibu, but neither were home. it was just a place to sleep on the nights she wasn’t staying in hasan’s large bed. there weren’t family memories in the walls like the walls in his house, or the smell of home cooked meals on the occasion that his mother was around and willing. it was just empty — grey walls and white couches, picture frames scarce unless it was one that had been gifted to her after a successful film.

there's nowhere left for you. where hadn't she gone? travelling wasn't just for film locations, it was to get away — to escape things she didn't need to anymore, to continue to feel something by doing all she ever knew how to. packing a few things and fucking off was so easy, running never got tiring . . . but she was nearing thirty. soon enough she would have to settle down somewhere to keep herself grounded, to keep herself afloat.

hasan was offering that. could she take it? it was the easy way out, a way to find that stability that she never could seem to take before.

"just . . . at least stay until morning," he tried one last time, rolling onto his side to press closer to her as if that was the solution to her constant disappearances. "i'll try to make you breakfast."

"mhm, maybe," was all she could mumble, succumbing to the warmth of his body heat and falling into a peaceful slumber.

HASAN woke up the next morning to an empty left side of the bed, the blankets neatly made where she had slept as if she had never been there to begin with. just like always.