YOOOO IT CAME!! New Cosplay UNLOCKED!!

YOOOO IT CAME!! New cosplay UNLOCKED!!

Can you guess what I’m going as for Halloween? Hehe (*^^*) 🕷️❤️🖤

Incredibly self indulgent tickle art for tonight

Omg i just saw ur drabble post and i was wondering if you would wanna do a ler miguel lee lyla fic? Maybe he installs a program where if he taps on his screens in a certain way it can make her feel all tickly :3 if that doesnt interest you though no worries and i hope you get some other inspiring prompts!! Have a good one!

-nep

Annoyance Failsafe

A/N: OMG IT FEELS GOOD TO BE BACK!! Also can I say how fun this this idea is?? I didn’t even consider lee!Lyla! I’m excited to take this on! Thanks for being my first prompt back! Summary is above basically!

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“Can you stop playing that for one second?”

“Playing what?” The tiny warm hologram of a woman taunted, fiddling with her phone. Lyla was on round three of her song, smirking up at the disgruntled scowl of Miguel.

“You’re doing it on purpose now.” He said, mindlessly swatting her like a bug on his shoulder. His hand phased through her harmlessly. “You know I need to focus.”

He gestured to the report he was typing out, something about another Doc Ock, accompanied with a multiverse map. “Another anomaly and I’m not even close to pinpointing his universe location.”

“Sucks to be you, then.”

Miguel inhaled sharply, “You know, I built you for this kinda stuff, right? But no, now you’re just being annoying, and I don’t know why.”

“Hey!” Lyla stood up. She glitched to his other shoulder. “From what I remember, you programmed this sass in me, and this outfit, and my annoying-ness. So ultimately, this is just the consequences of your actions, Miggy.”

Miguel scoffed at that.

Lyla only took it as ammo. She huffed, swiping open a tablet and tapping a few buttons on the blue screen.

The speakers in the room squeaked, then blasted the music from before:

“♫ AH AH BARBIE YOU’RE SO FINE! YOU’RE SO FINE YOU BLOW MY MIND! ♫”

All muscle in his body tensed. Miguel remained frozen, slowly craning his neck over. Lyla just sat there, a shit eating grin spread across her staticky appearance. She turned up the volume.

“♫ JUMP INTO THE DRIVER’S SEAT AND PUT IT INTO SPEED DRIVE! ♫”

Miguel didn’t budge, glaring daggers. “You’re pushing it.”

“What’re you gonna do? Unplug me?”

“I’m thinking about it.”

“You’re no fun!”

“Lyla, shut it off. Please.”

“Sorry,” she was bopping her head to the beat, “can’t hear you over my amazing music taste.”

“Lyla!” The man bared his fangs. She only giggled. “Easy, tiger! Ok, fine.”

“♫ AH AH BARBIE YOU’RE SO FINE! YOU’RE SO FINE YOU BLOW MY MIND! ♫”

“I said ‘off,’ not quieter.”

Lyla shrugged, glitching over to sit at the motherboard. “I couldn’t hear you.”

The older man could have thrown his chair into her little smug 7 inch tall body. He could’ve raked his claws through the motherboard, taking up keys and wires and probably ruining his hard work in a blind rage. Hell, he could’ve stormed off like a big baby.

But no. He held his tongue.

Lyla’s smile faded when Miguel turned to a new screen. “Ohhh come on, Mig, I was being fun.”

He didn’t pay mind, mumbling as his hands worked tirelessly with some coding.

“You know I can overwrite that, right?”

Miguel hummed doubtfully, sliding the code into another window.

“Dude, silent treatment from you doesn’t work on me anymore.”

His eyes darted between functions and numbers, focusing on an error he made in the input. “Damn.”

“Are you trying to put me to sleep again? You can’t, like, literally can’t.”

Miguel seemed to fix the error, exporting it into yet again another window. His hand reached towards another file: Lyla.

“Hey. I dunno what you’re attaching to me but I can reject it.” Lyla tapped a button on her phone. All it gave her was a giant ERROR. “Oh come on!”

A loading bar swiped through swimmingly on Miguel’s screen. Up came a “ATTACHMENT COMPLETE” window.

Lyla stood up. She may have not been programmed with fear but this was pretty close. “I know you wouldn’t get rid of me.”

“And I won’t,” Miguel finally spoke, clearing out all the extra windows he had up. His eyes were stuck on one. His hands pinched it so it would maximize. “You just need a failsafe.”

“Why? You installed like six of them so I don’t corrupt.”

“I’m talking about an annoyance failsafe, not a corruption one.” O’Hara’s tone remained cool and to the point, maybe a bit too cold. But Lyla, Lyla saw something in his eyes. She loaded various facial expression scans through her system. All that came up was mischief. Lyla giggled, taking her heart-shaped glasses off. “You’re trying to act scary. It’s not working. You’re gonna get me back, aren’t ya?”

Miguel had formed the window in his hands, molding it into a sphere, softball size. “You know that update you put in my suit for April Fool’s?”

“Oh, this one?”

Miguel jolted and clutched his sides. A buzz of electric tingles ran through his suit, sending tickly sensations to his torso for a second. He didn’t buckle, but let Lyla get her dose of giggles out.. “That one… yes.”

“Y-Yohohou could use a tickle belt on you, and now you have one,” Lyla tittered.

The older man sighed, regaining his composure. He crept a little closer, about a few feet away from Lyla, playing with the digital ball in his hand.

“That gave me an idea. Because, well, in my opinion…”

He wiggled an index finger into the ball for just a few seconds.

An AI is not programmed to feel, at least not at first. Someone must input the proper code and information if an AI were to emote like a human. Miguel had given her a great deal of emotions to learn and replicate, but never had she felt.

So imagine Lyla’s surprise when she felt a tingly electrical surge go through her stomach. She dropped her holographic phone and yelped.

“…you could use one too.”

“MIGUEL?!”

The spider society leader had never heard Lyla sound so surprised. He raised his eyebrows, and wiggled again.

“Wh-h-hehe!” Lyla had been programmed to laugh and find humor, but this, this she had no control over. Her programming kept short circuiting to a laughing sequence. “Wahahahait! Mihiguel ahahare you serious?!”

“You know how serious I am.” Not anymore. Lyla picked up his small smirk, admittedly making her giggle more. This she couldn’t have predicted. Not at all.

“Now, what I’m curious about is if your AI system has assigned… sensitive spots to you, when I attached the annoyance failsafe.” Miguel readjusted the ball in his hand, scritching the side of it haphazardly. “So we need to do some tests now, okay?”

Lyla’s display glitched out. Her laughter doubled in volume as she glitched to different spots around the motherboard. “Mihihiggy yohohoHOU AhARE CRAhahazy!!”

“I don’t know about that,” he huffed out a half-assed chuckle, adjusting his gaze at her, “but you’re laughing more. Very interesting.”

Lyla replicated a feeling she hadn’t used in her system often: embarrassment. Or was it a fluster? It was hard to pinpoint the proper definition when she felt not just one tickly sensation on her side, but two. Miguel had changed his hold so he could tickle with both index fingers. “MIGUEL OKAhAY Okay I get it!! NOHOhoho more loud music!!!”

“No, I don’t think you do.” A tinge of playfulness flew from his lips. “I’ve dealt with enough of your shenanigans. You don’t learn, even though that’s what an artificial intelligence is supposed to do.”

“THAHA-“ Lyla hiccuped, glitching, “THahahat’s because you l-lihihIKE IT!”

Miguel treated her fact as a lie, rolling his eyes. “You think you know everything?”

“YES!”

“Really?”

Lyla nodded, attempting to swat at her tingling ribs.

“Then maybe you know where you’re most sensitive.” Miguel returned to holding the ball, rolling it from one hand to the other. Its blue pixels trailed back and forth.

Lyla wasn’t sure if she ever panted, but that sequence was running now. She collapsed to the “floor” of her hologram. “I-Ihi haven’t had time to scan th-the new data.”

“You got time now.” O’Hara said, matter-of-factly. “But of course, we could just do it the fun way.”

“Miggyyyyyyyy!” The lady sat up, limbs drooped.

“Alright, we’ll do it the fun way.”

Lyla could hear the smile in his voice. Not just that, but she heard the familiar sound of something unsheathing. “Wait! M-Miguel- EEK!!”

It was pretty much too late. Miguel had taken out his claws, lightly scratching the top of the ball. Holy shit did that tickle.

Lyla was back on the floor, producing squeakier laughter, clutching her knees. “NAHAT THERE! HEHEY!”

“Knees bad?”

“SHUHUHUT UP!”

Miguel nodded, “I’ll make note of it.”

That son of a bitch. An angry Miguel was a threat no one would wanna be near, but what’s even worse is a mischievous Miguel, a smirking conniving lil shit Miguel. More like big shit, ya know… since he’s almost seven feet tall.

However, this kind of Miguel is the one that Lyla wouldn’t mind seeing more of.

Maybe she’d play the Barbie soundtrack more.

We should make t-shirts saying "I survived the Barbie tickle scene 2023"

HAHA I choked on my breakfast, that's actually genius😂 I would fictively wear that !!! 😂😂😂 but yeah through the collective suffering we definitely bond as a community

Reblogging cuz I think Andrew’s Spidey deserves all the birthday tickles! ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳༚🥳 Happy birthday! 🎉🎂

HEHEE I HAD to get Peter 3 next! >:3 Another victim claimed by Doc Ock! MWAHAHA! I feel like he wouldn’t last 3 seconds with those tickly actuators ehehe (*˃̵ᴗ˂̵*)

…Shouuuuld I get Peter 2 next?? 👀 ˚✧₊⁎( *｀ω´)

Y’all go send your fluffy prompts!! They know how to WRITE✨✨ ϵ( * 'Θ' *)϶

Hey! This may be out of the blue but I’ve decided to open my tickle drabble prompts again!! I wanna try to get some spiderverse stuff out so that’s what I’ll be focusing on! If you have any ideas or things you wanna throw my way, go for it!

I may not do every prompt because I am a busy person or I may not be interested! This is nothing personal! It should be obvious that I don’t do NSFW but I’m saying it anyways. I also won’t do any “x reader” stuff since I’m not very good at those!