Tumblr Lowered The Quality BUT I FIGURED IT OUT FINALLY!!! NOW I DON'T HAVE TO TAKE PICTURES OF MY FUCKING

Tumblr lowered the quality BUT I FIGURED IT OUT FINALLY!!! NOW I DON'T HAVE TO TAKE PICTURES OF MY FUCKING SCREEN!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!

On a different note, I apologize for my hiatus. Long story short, my life was completely turned upside down, so I didn't have a lot of spare time to dedicate to this. This was requested a while ago, and I have since lost the message *again, I'm terribly sorry*. But uh... it's here now, so... yeah.

my part of an art trade with @tickletails :D!!

help im trying to get better at capturing likenesses so im basically just going back to my childhood and early teen fictional crushes HDSFHKJ

also. sdjkf i didn’t like how peter’s face looked in this and i was too lazy to redraw it so i just. cropped it. DSJF SORRY IF IT LOOKS OFF

im so excited for the second movie omgfdkjkj my expectations are so honking high oopsies

i mean… now that miles is older in the second one he can hmu if he wants HJJDHFHJFKS

The Tea Word 🕸️🫖

GIF by liurnia

A/N: STILL NEED TO REPLY TO MESSAGES!!!!! Okay okay Liya let's get on track. DO. REQUESTS! goes without saying that the movie is goated but like, I was gonna write some Gwen (Stacy) but I had a silly and stupid idea and it snowballed. Soooo here's some Pav and Miles enjoooy blehhh (lee!Miles, ler Pavitr)

Pavitr procures pipin' hot chai for the spider-gang, but Miles still says it the wrong way. Luckily, an unmissable opportunity comes by for Pavitr to correct his mistake.

Spiced sweetness wafted through the air in the rec-room of the elite spider society, a pleasant aroma to the chattering spider-people, who mostly were bundled up into their own clique. Lego Spider-Man was recounting his fight with an evil businessman with huge pants to Spider-Cat, Peni was cleaning out SP//dr, and Miles, Gwen and Hobie were being served tall and sweet mugs of chai by Pavitr Prabhakar. With perfect barista-like precision, he procured two warm mugs and with a THWIP! they slid across the bar to the trio. Miguel was definitely going to give him an earful for serving the anomaly, but he did owe the spider-people one after saving Inspector Singh and his girlfriend in Mumbattan. With a dash of cinnamon, the drinks slid across the counter faster than any of them could say "My Spidey senses are tingling". Hobie took a sip, slamming his glass onto the counter. "Bloody amazing. Oi, Pav, you reckon this is why we bought out your plantations?" Gwen giggled, Miles briefly glancing at her apprehensively, going back to blowing on his chai and taking a generous swig. The political quip earned a chuckle and a playful shove from Pavitr. "Oh, yes, absolutely. Much better than spotted dick. Why's it called that anyways? Spotted dick.." Burning her tongue, Gwen winced with a high pitched -squeal!-. Miles laughed. "Shit, guess that's too hot for you." he teased, blowing on her tea. "What even was that?" "Shut it, Spider-Boy." Gwen chided. "Ahh… Man, this is some good chai tea.." Miles sighed, startled when the bar stilled with the loud noise of Pavitr's exasperated sigh. "Miles, Miles, my guy, we've been over this! CHAI. MEANS. TEA. You're seriously still saying chai tea!? It's JUST! chai!" Miles stammered, arms flailing like two eels out of water. "Wh- Look, bro, bro, back up, I'm used to it-" "Yeah, no wonder e' forgot. Bloke's bleedin' from 'is head down to 'is armpits." As he attempted to defend himself, Hobie very unexpectedly traced up the red lining in the armpits on Miles' suit, and he let out a high-pitched snicker. Making him flinch, Gwen and Pavitr both jumped back at Miles' reaction. Gwen giggled. "Yeah.. what even was that? You laugh like a girl." "That's a patriarchal construct." Hobie quipped back and nonchalantly sipped his tea. Miles shrugged. "Ticklish." Hobie backed up apologetically, keeping his hands to himself. "S'embarrassing. Think I probably would've glitched." Pavitr walked out from in front of the counter to the bar-stools where the spider-people sat behind Miles- (..hopefully only to join the other Spider-People) -and playfully jabbed at his sides. "-IIIEEE!-" "I- I mean it's all the same with you people! "Ghee butter".. "Naan bread".. gh- Y-You know what? You know what I'm gonna say to you now?" The spider-person wildly gestured with a ribbing enthusiasm, prodding Miles, who curled away in nervous anticipation. Just as suddenly as he had jumped up, Pavitr jammed his hands into Miles' armpits, spidering from there down to his ribs.

"Gudi-gudi-gudi-gudi-gudi! Tickle tickle!" The look on his masked face was determined and sly, eager to dish out playful karma. He teased, sure to rub in his grammatically correct Hindi-speaking, at machine-gun speed that went as fast as his dextrous fingers.

"Heh-hEEH-hahaHAAI'M- no! C'mon, wehe're friends, right-st-he-h-hha-Stop, stoppitst-hhhHh!! Sh-IH-ihit, man!" Miles sputtered, flailing like an awkward goose. "Ghh-Gwen! Gwen, help, he's attacking mE-!!"

She only ignored him, squealing and blushing with every octave of Miles' laughter and desperately trying not to be involved, Pavitr's prying teasing only filling her with slightly more dread.

"Hoho-heh-Hob-IEEE!! HELP!!" His hyperbolic pleas once again fell on deaf ears while Hobie's news-clipping phone case was pressed in the mugs of the two tussling Spider-People. Pavitr kept poking Miles in the ribs, gradually moving down his sides, prodding and teasing with a fascinated zest unil he reached his suit-clad tummy, which he clawed up and down, up and down, up and- it was driving Miles insane.

"Come oooon, say it, Miles! Chai is…"

"Teehee-HEEEE!!"

"Can't hear you! Chai is.." Giggling a little himself, Pavitr kept poking, making sure to harshly jab at Miles' stomach or armpits or wherever caused the best reaction as he was about to admit his "mistake". Much to his chagrin, Gwen was still acting …strange, and Hobie had recorded up to the three-minute mark by this point.

"Chahahai is tHHEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HE!" "Stop laughing and just say it! What's so funny about masala chai, huh? Huh?" "You're the one tickling me-hehehe!" Miles attempted to swat Pavitr away, sometimes succeeding with his spider sense. "Ooooh-hohoho, then this must be a really bad spot!" Pavitr chimed, spidering the space between Miles' ribs and sides. "Yeahaha-hah, no shit!" "So, what is chai?" His laughter grew louder as Pavitr moved down to his back, sliding his fingers down it. His eyes widened- he had control in those earlier moments of playful banter- but out of pure dumb luck (and probably prayer), oblivious ol' Pav had unknowingly found his worst spot. "Shi-HIT!-SHIHI-HIT! AHA-HH-HAH!" "Shit? Chai is shit?" Pavitr mock-gasped. "The audacity!"

"Nohohoho! Chaha-Chai tehe-HEEEA!- It's good!"

"Come on, you still don't get it?" Pavitr bluffed. "I thought we were friends, Miles!" He ramped up his fast flying finger movement as his digits climbed up and down Miles' ribs like he was speed-crawling up Mumbattan highways. "I'll give you One. More. Chance. Say it."

"Chai-chahaiisteehEEhee!-" Miles panted in exhaustion, Pavitr stilling his fingers as Hobie set down his phone and Gwen perked up from hiding her face on the bar's counter.

"-pant- -WHEW- Ne-heh-ver… neveragain…"

"Wow, great job, Miles, that only took you like, three tries." Pavitr quipped, fist-bumping Hobie. Said spider-anomaly quenched his laughed-out throat by guzzling the rest of his cold chai. Gwen perked up and kept composure, patting Miles' back. "Looked ...intense." she shivered. Hobie shrugged. "Just a spot of fun. I'll send you the video." "Iiiiiiranouddastorage." Gwen bluffed, blushing. Hobie slugged her in the arm, smiling. "Pork pies. (Cockney-ism for "lies") C'mon, we're mates, make some space for me, willya?" The shared air of laughter was greeted by a frown of disdain and glare from Miles. Pavitr pattted him on the back and gave him a smile. "C'mooon, go get her! I can't bear this!" "I-It's not like that!!" ----------------------------- The camraderie came to a close with a blanket of snow-white glow, enveloping the Spider-People fast as lightning would. Everything- the mugs- the counter- Lego Spider-Man- would be gone without a trace. It was an anomaly not even this lot could fix, and the events from earlier all washed away. 4 dAYS Avengers: Secret Tickle Wars- Part III Everything will change.

tickletober day 31/nope: tickle monster

this one's a birthday gift for @wordstrings and also a long overdue fill for this prompt! it's as much of a guess at characterization as i could cobble together from a supercut and a few clips, but i hope you enjoy, you wonderful person 💛

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Something’s wrong with his face.

Well, not really - Percy has it on good authority that his face is quite fetching, in certain circumstances, even with the nearsightedness-

The point being. Vex’s hand is on his cheek, and lovely as she is, it's also quite distracting.

“You’re not listening at all, are you?”

He blinks. Something about it is unpleasantly sticky. “What?”

“Percy, darling.” She’s leaning between him and his soldering iron now - bad, very bad, these people know nothing about tool safety - with her eyebrows raised in a way that never signals well for his dignity in the following minutes. “You’ve been down here for far too long - why don’t you come take a walk with me? Trinket misses you terribly, you know.”

He makes an attempt at nudging her out of his field of vision with his shoulder, spine twitching in sharp disapproval after a few hours of piecing together the minute details of his current project. “Does he?”

Vex grins, just visible in the blurry corner of his vision where his glasses don’t quite reach. It’s almost worth the terrible burns he’s certainly going to get from not being able to see what he’s doing. “I’m sure he’s going to give you a big wet kiss the moment he sees you.”

He heaves a put-upon sigh just to stretch her smile an inch wider, and - oh, she’s got him thoroughly distracted now, hasn’t she. Clever. And annoying.

Luckily, he’s not entirely unarmed at the moment. “Vex,” he starts. “You like it when I make you things, don’t you?”

The entire line of her body shifts - lovely, he can see his hands again. “This is for me?”

Ha. “Yes, so for the love of gods don’t make me fuck it up, all right?” He can’t quite help smirking as he pushes a little further. “Especially at this stage, which will be quite expensive to redo if something goes wrong.”

A complete lie, but not one she’ll know to spot - worth it, for some peace and quiet to finish the blasted thing. He’s fairly sure his aching spine will survive the night.

“Oh.” Vex’s fingers twitch, light and lithe against his jawbone. She’s contemplating. Good. “That’s - well, that’s not fair, now I hardly want to drag you out of here.”

He twitches a somewhat conciliatory grin in her direction. “Don’t worry, your greed is very endearing.”

He can’t see her face anymore, but he can feel the wince even as she laughs. “Oh, fuck off - you need rest, Percy. I’m supposed to look out for you, aren’t I?”

“Well, seeing as I’m not currently possessed-”

Vex sniffs pointedly. “There is a lot of smoke in here.”

He huffs. “I’ll find a good stopping point in an hour or two… maybe...”

There’s a frustrated sound from somewhere above his head, and Vex’s hand drops to the back of his neck. “Bad luck for you that I’ve brought help, then.”

Percy barely hears it, already half sunk back into the repetitive process of melting solder and pressing metal into place - but she pulls his head up, just a little, and-

“Hello, Percival.”

He freezes, a sharp reprimand on his lips, just in time to watch Vax melt from the shadows with a grin entirely too chilling to be pointed at anyone he isn’t trying to kill.

Though, judging from the way he’s flipping a dagger lazily in one hand, maybe death isn’t out of the question. It’s - it’s a lot, now that he’s distracted enough to feel every single ache of a day and a half of tinkering, but he makes the attempt to match that sharpness with some of his own. “Do the two of you really not have anything better to be doing?”

Vax shrugs, smooth and utterly unhurried, and advances. “Oh, normally I’d be quite happy to let you two handle yourselves, but you’re being a dick to my sister and today-”

His eyes gleam with a distinctly predatory look that Percy can’t quite keep himself from twitching away from. “Oh, today - today, I know a secret.”

He and Vex recoil in shocked unison - and oh, if she doesn’t know, that’s so much worse. “A-” Percy hedges, wondering if he can perhaps make a break for the door. “A secret?”

Vax reaches the other side of his workbench, reaching out to pluck the soldering iron from Percy’s hand as he leans in - thankfully he’s got enough sense not to grab it by the smoking end. “Would you like to know what it is?”

Percy’s shoulder hit the back of his chair. His chair hits Vex, boxing him in from behind. Fuck. “Will it matter if I say no?”

Vax - chuckles, low and throaty, his fingers on Percy’s wrist. He feels like a prey animal.

Vex clears her throat overhead. “Come on, Scrawny, please don’t make me watch you flirt.”

Her twin’s grin doesn’t waver one bit. Percy’s running out of danger signals for this situation. “I ran into Pike on my way down here,” Vax starts casually. His middle finger pokes out past his others, another swinging out in front to take a few mincing steps up Percy’s arm. “And, when I told her where I was headed-”

He leans impossibly closer, beaming up for the barest instant over Percy’s head before bearing back down on him. “She told me that, on the very predictable occasion of you being difficult-”

The combination of Pike and difficult and Vax’s extremely poor attempt at capturing their cleric’s saintly brand of frustration triggers a very unfortunate memory. Percy’s eyes widen. “Oh, no.”

He tries to tug his arm away, but it remains pinned with a grip of steel as Vax’s spidering fingers and betrayal press mercilessly on. “Oh, yes. Our dear Pickle told me that someone might be susceptible to a little convincing from the tickle monster-”

He’s not quite sure what happens next, really.

There’s a shout that’s certainly too high pitched to be coming from him, and - he’s trapped in his chair in one moment, and in the next he’s across his workspace, panting as his head whips frantically between a deviously smirking Vex and her evil, terrible brother collapsed into near hysterics on a nearby chair.

“Oh,” Vax squeaks out, “oh, your face, Freddy - Vex, get on his other side, now we have to tickle him-”

Percy looks despairingly at the jars of acids and many, many gently steaming pieces of metal currently strewn across the room. “No,” he insists. “Someone’s going to get hurt, this is undignified - Vax, I can see you, don’t you dare -”

His heart skips a beat as Vax regains his composure and rolls upright with that same teasing grin, starting to round the tables towards him. “You’d better run, Freddy,” he sings. “The tickle monster’s coming!”

He doesn’t have it in him at the moment to be embarrassed of the giddy terror that springs into being high in his chest. “Vex - Vex, darling,” he pleads, backing up until he can keep them both in eyesight, “let’s be reasonable here-”

She’s grinning too, rounding the room in the opposite direction. He sprints for the door.

Two figures lunge in his periphery. He yelps, grabbing blindly for the door handle, as two thin arms wrap around his shoulders - a feather tickles his neck, coaxing a frantic giggling hiccup from his throat - it’s Vex, he’s stronger than Vex, he can get free of her as long as-

Cold hands claw at the back of his shirt, prying their way underneath and around to his sides. “No,” he gasps, fighting back the laughter bubbling in his lungs - it squirms into his muscles instead, turning his arms to jelly. “No, no!-”

A roguish grin weasels its way against his ear. “Got you~”

He makes one last desperate attempt at escape, but the first ghosting touch against the edge of his belly has him thrashing so badly that it’s hardly a struggle for Vex to wrestle him prone on his own workbench. “Hhh - ha! - this - ahhh, hnn - is a violation- oh gohohods-”

“Oh, darling,” Vex purrs, Vax smirking to match beside her, and he thinks he might have to make another deal with a demon to gain any sort of mercy. “You’re listening now, aren’t you?”

“Haahh - yes, yes, just - ahhh!”

Monsters, indeed.

omg for the anon that talked abt apider noir, YESSSSS OML IF I REMEMBERED HIM I WOULDA ADDED HIM TOO😭😭 gil u should 100% draw him sometime pleas pleas pleas🙏🙏😔

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he is so 🖤🩶🖤🩶