I Am A-ok With This!!!

lollllll u thought i was done with the nart art spam but i have returned mwahahahaha

honk studying for midterms i dont care anymore

ash and i yell about these two on a near daily basis

i have a gajillion headcanons

I think Leo Valdez deserves to have a proper prize for his labor as a comentator, right? ;) Percy and Annabeth should wreck him!

You are sooo right, my friend ^^

as you can see, joking with a couple in tk fight is a bit unwise x>

is dip smol?? or is taz just really tall????

Taz messed up… I'm sure they'll be fine

(maybe)

Dip belongs to @fluffomatic and Taz is my oc

Y E S

Reblog if you think it’s okay to platonically say “I Love You” to your friends

sure, why not

Reblog if You Want Random Questions In Your Inbox

My favorite Naruto Character!? getting the tiggles he deserves????!!!!! so cute!!!

this makes me so happy!!!

i have like three requests in progress rn but my brain would NOT let me draw anything else in peace until i drew the beans…

so yeah i decided honk it and let my hand and brain run wild JJDJFJ

a little break in the requests here, for a soft crooked sketch with Percabeth for myself~

Frank and Hazel!!!!!!!

You're Perfect As You (PJO/HOO)

ok ok ok ok ok so its the first time I'm doing this and this is comepletely random but HERE @carrie-tate I MADE A THING FOR NO REASON BUT HAVE THIS *blush blush blush blush* I've super super super super super love your PJO fan art and I really like them (also this couple gets like no attention but idk why they are like my favorite) and I know we've spoken like twice? but I just wanted to make this just cause also its reeeeeeally long sorry ok enjoy *shoves this at you then runs away and hides*

One could describe the perfect morning as what follows: Sunshine softly bleeding through the curtains, the warm light delicately kissing against smooth skin, and the warmth flooding into the bedroom. Sweet chirps of birds called from the outside and a gentle breeze rustled the tree by the window. Sheets and pillows strewn about on the mattress which was soft and inviting. And with a small excited gasp, you realized it was Saturday.

That's how Hazel Levesque would describe a perfect morning. And yet… something was missing. As she yawned and stretched, Hazel realized she was alone. Where was her boyfriend? He wasn’t hard to miss, especially due to his bulky size. (She loved waking up and clinging to his arm, knowing he was always too tired to push her away.) But she couldn’t feel his presence in the bed. Sitting up, she tried to get a look into the kitchen to see if he was making breakfast, but again she found nothing. She knew he didn’t work today, so where was he?

“Frank?” she called out. Before she could rip the sheets away, she heard a small mrrow? Lifting up the covers, she couldn’t help but smile as a small orange cat looked at her with a pleased expression. She giggled and scritched its head. “Frank, is that you?”

The cat meowed again and stretched, acting as if its arms were reaching for her. It stood on its legs and trotted closer, nuzzling into her hand. Hazel giggled again and laid down with the cat immediately worming its way in her arms, purring very loudly. She cuddled the cat close and hummed as she rubbed her face against its fluffy fur, stroking its tummy as well. If it was possible, the cat purred even louder.

“We should do this every morning, hm? Although, I’d prefer you as a fat, happy bulldog. I bet you’d really like belly rubs as a bulldog, wouldn’t you?” Hazel suggested, letting out a huffed chuckle as the cat meowed again. An hour passed and the cat slipped from Hazel’s grip and as it jumped off the bed, its form grew as Frank finally revealed himself.

“Noooo, more cat cuddles!” Hazel whined as she reached for her boyfriend. Frank chuckled, stretching his back then leaning over to kiss her forehead.

“Sorry, but this cuddly cat wants pancakes. You’d better get up and help or you won’t get any.” Frank kissed her head again and left her on the bed. She was up in an instant, following him out the door saying, “Like hell I’m not getting pancakes!”

Breakfast was made and eaten with lovely lo-fi beats to accompany them (Frank’s choice). Then, they began to settle down for the day. Hazel sat on the couch with her book as Frank laid his head on her lap while home remodeling shows played on the TV. As Hazel read, she carded her fingers through Frank’s short hair. She enjoyed the soft hums of pleasure that rumbled from his muscular chest.

Losing her train of thought, Hazel began to admire Frank’s form. He was built perfectly. He was muscular but not too bulky which was Hazel’s favorite thing. You could feel the pure muscle from his arm and he didn’t even need to flex. His entire chest was chiseled graciously from his pecs to his abs. His legs were something to marvel as well. It was embarrassing how easy Hazel blushed when Frank flexed his thighs and quads. But she couldn’t help herself. There was so much to love about him. And not just his body, she loved Frank because of how his kindness was unyielding. And the best part was that it was infectious. He was a loveable goofball that managed to get everyone giggling at his jokes or his silly solutions. Hazel was hopelessly in love.

Her arms moved before her mind did, setting her book aside and sliding her hand across Frank’s chest to his stomach. Frank let out a small gasp and smirked, fighting back a snicker. Hazel nearly squealed aloud but held strong, grinning back to him instead. She softly pet his tummy, turning his smirk into a bright smile. He put a hand around her wrist but his grip was so soft she barely felt it.

“Hehey, what are you doing?” he chuckled. He looked to his girlfriend’s eyes, fighting back a nervous giggle when he noticed the now mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Can’t I give my boyfriend a tummy rub? You seemed to like it a whole lot earlier~” teased Hazel, ever so slightly curling her fingers to make her giddy boyfriend jump. Frank did just that, twitching from her fingers while biting his lip.

“Y-You can… but…” Frank whined slightly and covered his furiously blushing face with his hands. Hazel laughed and shifted herself so she had both hands stroking his stomach.

“But what, Frankie? What’s the matter? Is there a problem?” Hazel’s honey smooth voice continued to tease as she now drummed her fingers against Frank’s hardened abs. Frank chuckled ‘miserably’ in his hands, lightly kicking his feet up as a very adorable reaction. The shapeshifter peeked at Hazel from his fingers and whined, “dohohooon’t…”

“Why nooooooot?” Hazel whined back but in a more playful tone. She gave a small pinch to his ab which made him squeak as he reached down to lightly push her hands away, but that proved useless.

“Because! It’ll tickle…” he said quietly, almost as if someone else would find out.

“I mean, that’s kinda why I wanna do it, dum dum,” she admitted. She started poking around Frank’s stomach that made him squeak once again and lean his head back, giggling oh so cutely. He gently thumped his heel against the sofa cushion to try and cope with the electrifying feeling. Hazel giggled and paused for a moment, taking Frank’s chin and gently directing his face towards her.

“I won’t do anything without permission.” That declaration from his girlfriend really sent him over the edge. Frank’s face went fully red as he covered his face again. After a pause he muttered, “m’kay.”

Hazel grinned and wiggled her fingers. Gasping like the first time, Frank started to chuckle sweetly, melting Hazel’s heart instantly. He covered his mouth with a closed fist, wrapping his arm around his chest as he tried his best not to lean off the couch. As Hazel’s fingers drummed and wiggled against his abs the more Frank’s laughter grew.

“Hmhm Hmhmhmhmhm… kkh… hehehehehehehehe! Hehehehehehehe! Hahahahahahahaha!” giggled Frank, now slightly arching his back off the couch.

Frank didn’t get tickled much since of his size and build, he suspected, but he didn’t mind when someone would try. Hazel found out his weakness on the Argo II and he didn’t necessarily say anything about it. No “please don’t tell anyone!” or “if someone asks me if I’m ticklish I know you’ll have told them” or anything like that. He always loved the games his mom would play with him, the stories she’d tell him as she tickled him silly. It made him feel… very warm inside. So having his girlfriend  just up and do this out of nowhere made his heart flutter.

“Such a giggly goose- wait, are geese ticklish? Would you know Frank? I mean, can we test it?” Hazel was now unintentionally teasing the poor shapeshifter who now giggles at a higher pitch as Hazel swirled circles on his belly. He tittered and giggled, lightly kicking the arm of the couch as he fought with his arms to not block Hazel out. She started poking and prodding up his sides which made him squirm back and forth like a salsa dancer.

“Haha, Frankie! You’re so cute when you’re squirmy! What if I get you here?” Hazel pondered as she climbed her hands up to his armpit.

“EEHEE!” Frank shrieked and shot his arms to his sides, trapping his girlfriend’s evil hands where they were, digging into his highest rib.

“Hahahahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahaha Selllll! Thahahahahat’s my tihihihihihihihihihickle spohohohohohohot! Gahahahahahahaaa! I cahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaan’t!” Frank’s laughter rang true through their small apartment. And Hazel positively died of cuteness and cooed right back to him.

“Aww! That’s your tickle spot, huh? Does it tickle in your tickle spot?” She giggled as Frank nodded honestly, whimpering and laughing in the same breaths. Hazel forced her fingers upwards and that had Frank in stitches. He hugged his arms tight over his chest, kicking his feet harder now and shook his head back and forth as happy laughter burst from his throat.

“Nooooooooooooooo! Ah Hahahahaha Hahahahaha Azael! Come ohohohohohohohohoh! Nohohohohoho armpihihihihhihihihits! Eeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee! Oka Hahahahaha Hay okay! Plehehehehehehehease!” Frank begged as he started to lose his mind. Taking pity on her large boyfriend, she stopped her wiggling fingers. This let the shapeshifter take in a huge gulp of hair, panting and giggling as air was restored to his lungs. Hazel was about to leave well enough alone, but there was one problem.

“Uh… Frank?” she asked. Mentioned boy looked up tiredly to find Hazel’s hands were still stuck in his armpits. “I, uh, I kinda need these, babe.”

Frank froze… then shook his head rapidly. Hazel laughed and tried tugging her hands out, but her only result was ticklish glee from her boyfriend. She laughed again and tugged one last time. Half to prove a point, and half to hear that sound again.

“Bahabe! You need to lift your arms!” Hazel demanded, smiling at the silliness of the situation.

“Nohoho! You’re gonna tickle mehehe!” Frank argued, amused with not only the situation but as well as the simultaneous tickles.

“I’m gonna tickle you if you keep my hands here!” Hazel and Frank laughed for a moment before both calming, taking in giggly breaths. “Ok Frankie bear. If you lift up your arms, I promise I won’t tickle you. Swear on my life. Got it babe?”

Frank looked at her, still giggling through intervals of breaths. He sounded like a hysterical out of breath toddler, it was so cute! Hazel couldn’t stand it, her forehead falling on his chest.

“Cohome on, Frank! It’s not that hard!”

“Give me a second! Ghosh, what hurry are you in? I'm the phone losing my mind!” Frank giggled as he fussed over her. She couldn’t give him just one second to man up?? He finally, finally caught his breath enough to focus.

“On the count of three, ok?” He looked at Hazel who nodded. Frank took a deep breath and exhaled. “One… two… three!”

In one swift movement, Frank lifted his arms and Hazel ripped her hands out his armpits as Frank shot his arms back down.

“See? That wasn’t so hard. Big baby,” Hazel teased, kissing his nose. Her hazel hair fell into Frank’s face causing him to smile. He brought his hand behind her neck and gently pulled her in for a kiss. When they parted, Frank started giggling again.

“What is it?” Hazel asked, humored.

“You taste like coffee.” Frank pressed their foreheads together and kissed her again. It was Hazel’s turn to giggle because when they broke away, she responded with, “And you taste like maple syrup.”

The two hummed and giggled, nuzzling their noses together and kissing every so often. And whispering ‘I love you’ to each other like it was their little secret.

Perfect wasn’t just a way to describe a morning. It was to describe their life, their love. It was all… perfect.

art block has smacked me in the face....... so things may take longer to be uploaded...... gosh darn it

how the heckity heck did you get this done so fast???????!!!!!!!!

Hello! Here's a little fic for @serenityiskey based on her public request with Joyce and Hopper. Hope you like it!

(I am well aware it is currently October, but this was such a cute idea!)

Original Request:

PUBLIC REQUEST: I am in need of some Joyce x Hopper content. Maybe one where they are spending Christmas together and snuggling by a fire place (or heater) and reminiscing about when they were younger and Joyce could be like “I remember how sensitive you were back then” and she playfully tickles him resulting in hopper saying “as if you weren’t ticklish yourself! I always tickled you when you wanted to misbehave”

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Remember That Christmas?

Christmas time had come to Hawkins, Indiana.

The children were playing out in the cold. Shops were full of people desperately trying to buy their last few presents. Christmas lights were on and glowing as the sun slowly slipped down the horizon.

A beautiful time of the year. If you didn't mind the cold, that is.

"I got enough of this weather in Russia." Hopper grumbled, turning the heater up.

"I don't think it's below zero outside right now." Joyce chuckled, waiting for him on the couch.

He sighed and sat back down next to her. She handed him the blanket and he quickly bundled up, forcing them to sit really close to each other.

Neither of them minded, of course. After the disaster that was the past few years, they had both grown incredibly close. Closer than most of the other couples in the town.

"Do you remember our first Christmas together?" Joyce asked suddenly, pulling the blanket closer to her chin.

"If I recall correctly," Hopper tapped his fingers. "You broke up with me two weeks after it."

Joyce smacked his arm as he laughed. "No I didn't!"

"Yehes, you dihid!" He shook his head. "It wahas ahawful."

She rolled her eyes. "Ok, but I'm talking about the day itself. Not two weeks after!"

His laughter died down and he turned to her, a soft smile on his face.

"Of course I do." He said, holding her hand. "I came over to your house, petrified because I was terrified of your dad."

It was Joyce's turn to laugh. "You two ended up taking the largest tree you could find home! He loved you after that. My mom didn't though."

"She didn't? Why?" Hopper asked, completely shocked.

"Cause you both got pine needles ahall over the floor!" Joyce leaned on his shoulder, giggling at the memory. "Shehe was so pissed!"

"Oho yeah!" He chuckled. "She threatened to lock your dad outside because of it!"

"She did!"

They both laughed at the memory. It was nice to just sit and chill calmly. No monsters or impending doom.

"I also remember how ticklish you were back then."

Nevermind about the impending doom.

"Uh... What?" Hopper asked, hoping she didn't say what he thought she said.

She turned to him, a smirk on her face. "You were really ticklish!"

"No I wasn't."

"Yes, you were."

"Wasn't."

"Were."

"Wasn't!"

"Are you still ticklish?"

For the second time, Hopper was taken aback. "Guh... No."

She sat up straighter. "You hesitated."

"No I didn't."

"Yes, you did."

"Didn't."

"Did."

"Didn't!"

"Did!"

"DidIHIN'T!"

Hopper shouted as Joyce squeezed his side from under the blanket. She smiled and kept going.

"You did too!"

"Johoyce! St-Stahap!" He giggled, shifting away slightly. The blanket was in his way, so he didn't get far.

"This is adorable." Joyce's grin widened as she spidered up his ribs. "The great Jim Hopper is adorable when tickled. And is ticklish, for that matter. Who woulda thought?"

"Ahaham nohohAHAhat!" He yelped as she used her other hand to scratch his stomach

"What? Not ticklish? Or not adorable?" She shifted around to face him better and squeezed both his sides. "Cause with how this is going, both are true."

"SHUHUT UHUP!" He cackled, grabbing her wrists and pulling them away.

She yelped as she was dragged onto him, her wrists soon trapped in one of his hands.

"From what I remember," Hopper panted, smiling for a different reason now. "You were ticklish too."

Joyce opened her mouth to protest, but it was quickly replaced by loud laughter as he clawed at her stomach.

"HOHOHOP!" She shrieked, twisting in his grip. "NAHAHAT FAHAIR!"

"It's completely fair!" He rested his chin on her shoulder. "Not my fault you haven't worked out yet!"

She shook her head, too overcome by laughter to reply. Her legs kicked out, pushing one of the blankets off the couch and sending a pillow flying.

"Hope you didn't break anything with that- Woah, hey!"

Joyce lunged back, throwing all her weight on her attacker. Caught by surprise, Hopper fell onto his back, his hand slipping off hers.

She quickly turned around, sitting on his thighs, and smirked down at him.

"I have been working out." She panted this time. "And I also win."

Without hesitation, she shoved her hands under his arms, laughing as he screamed.

It was his turn to kick and flail. His arms locked to his sides on instinct and he couldn't lift them up as she attacked. Another pillow ended up flying through the air.

"Hope you didn't break anything with that." Joyce said, mimicking his gruff voice.

"OHOK, OHOHOK! YOUHOU WIHIHIN!"

Joyce stopped imidietly, pumping her fist in victory. She got off him and sat back in her original spot.

Hopper just laid there, rubbing his face. "You are a mean woman." He said, eventually sitting up.

She grinned back at him. "Or you're just too ticklish."

He huffed and rolled his eyes, fixing the blankets. They curled back up together, watching the children play outside the window.

Christmas time didn't suck, even with the cold. As long as he had someone to hang out with during the holiday.

"So... Are you still cold?"

"That's it!"

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Well, ok. This is my first tickle fic that I have ever posted, so this is terrifying.

In all honesty, I may do more Joyce x Hopper cause this was really fun to write.

Up next: an OC fic. (If everything goes according to plan)

Hope everyone enjoys!