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LIGHT NOVEL VOLUME 5
So it's canon that Mic teaches Eri English and Eri calls him "Mr Mustache" or "Mr English" while she calls Midnight "Miss Art"
Bonus:
Vlad King -> Mr Excersize
Ectoplasm -> Mr Song
Now since Eri draws and is learning English, Mic buys her
THE ENTIRE SET and she draws her own versions of Ms Art, Mr English and/or Mr Mustache, Mr Excersize, Mr Song and many more
first hermitcraft post and its scarian can you believe it
yuji trying to flirt
pacific rim + maleigh
Lol if Ingo is, like, effortlessly sexy then Emmet is the guy who WANTS to be perceived as sexy so badly but runs up against his own awkwardness to the point that he has to mentally hype himself up before delivering a sexy one liner. He relies on predicting how people will react and falls apart the second someone throws a curveball.
this is even funnier with my hc that emmet scripts so imagine he practices pick up lines in the mirror
Emmet: I am Emmet! I love double battles but I would also love to take you on a date! *tips hat*
Emmet: No, no, no, that is too corny! Flirting is very hard, hm.
Emmet: I-I always check safety but I can’t help checking out your face- AHH! VERRRY EMBARRASSING!!!
Ingo: Ah, Emmet! Are you done using the b-
Emmet: -train? Because I want to ride that caboose-
Ingo and Emmet both: ...
Paper Emmet is holding:
Pick up lines:
- next stop: my bedroom
- your body is a safety hazard
Ingo: PFT-a-ah, apologies you seem rather busy! I will wait until you are ready! (I need to text Elesa right now-)
Emmet: INGO! I am NOT busy! I am Emmet! And I am not doing anything!!!
"That voice in your head? It's not your conscience, it's your ego."
The way that one omnivore hossi scene is one of my favorite scenes of this show ever. The way Dave just knows what Aaron needs to hear to snap out of it. The way every word in that scene has a purpose and it is both to bring some light when Aaron only sees darkness and blame and misplaced guilt and to state facts Aaron knows and believes but just can't access in his overwhelmed state— it's beautiful and you can pry it from my cold dead hands.
"Thanks."
"Anytime."
Scorlily: sometimes the best things in life happen by accident
Hi! If you want to maybe lee hobie and ler pavitr with cheer up t words after making sure the spider lings all stay safe on a mission?
Also I love your blog
A Friend in Need
A/N: thank you so so much for the request and support! I’ve been dying to write these two for a while now! I did my best to stay as close to their character as I could. Hope you enjoy! We need more lee!Hobie!
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Hobart Brown was a stoic man. No, not stoic like Miguel, but it took an awfully huge thing to disrupt his demeanor, to throw him off his uncanny rhythm.
That is what scared Pavitr Prabhakar at this moment, as both of them sat on the floor of his colorful and warm apartment. The lanky man beside him adjusted a tuning peg on his guitar with a shaky hand. Not only that, but the more than normally chaotic colored outline around his figure was brewing like a storm, like a kid’s drawing made with every crayon color. He’d been like this since they came back from Spider HQ.
The pair were sent on a mission not long ago, to take care of yet another anomaly. It couldn’t have gotten better, to be honest. It was an easy catch and transportation of the villain. Heck, Miguel even seemed satisfied with their work. He even gave a smile. But the Spider-Punk’s color remained uneasy, and it didn’t seem to be wearing off with the change of scenery.
Spider-Man India knew better than to ignore his friend’s feelings.
“You doing ok, Hobes?” Pav broke the silence.
The young punk stopped his fiddling, making eye contact for the first time in what felt like forever. He eyed his guitar, and gained control of his once shaky hand. “Ah shit.”
“What’s up, man?”
“No point lyin’ to you,” he sighed, “just got spooked, that’s all.”
Pav nodded, “that’s okay. It happens.”
Hobie scrunched his face up, picking at a sticker on the guitar’s base. “Din’t think the anomaly would be a…”
“…police officer?”
He bit his pierced lip. “Din’t know that. Ya think Miguel would tell me: a Green Goblin cop, that’s who we’re after. Fits the character, greedy bastard out for power,” he chuckled sadly.
“…but goddamn… he looked too much like that bloody bitch that killed my friend.”
Hobie smoothed out the sticker he was picking. It’s like he had more to say, but getting the words out were too hard right now. He took a deep breath, giving his buddy a small smile. “But he’s long gone now. Nothin’ to worry ‘bout.”
“You seem pretty worried,” Pavitr frowned, cocking his head to the side. “You gonna be okay?”
“Pav, my man, I’ll be fine. Ya know what I’m about.” The punk puffed his chest a little, feigning his usual confidence.
That only made his friend giggle lightly. He put a hand on Hobie’s knee. “It’s ok to be shaken up, bro! No shame in it! I’m here!”
Hobie exhaled. Pavitr’s smile was contagious, too contagious. “You’re too fuckin’ softhearted, mate. Love that ‘bout you.” He leaned into his friend’s kind touch, his colored outline flashing to a warm orange. “Thanks.”
“You know I’m not done! Tell me, what can I do to help you?”
Oh, Hobie didn’t think that far yet. He gave a loose shrug. “I ‘unno. Just need to get this pang outta my chest.” He said, holding his hand near his heart. “Ts’like Gwen doin a drum solo.”
Pavitr scooted closer. “Well maybe a hug?”
“Mmmm…maybe somethin’ to take my mind elsewhere,” the punk suggested.
Pavitr leaned on his shoulder now as he thought, letting out a hum. “Hmm… we could always bother Miles!”
“Nahhh he don’t wanna see me like this.”
“Hooooobieeeee,” the shorter man whined, clutching his arm, “you’re making this hard on purpose now!”
The laugh from Hobie confirmed it, a relieving sound to hear. Pavitr punched his arm gently, “ahalright, if you’re not gonna give me an answer, I’ll tickle you to cheer you up!”
“Says the most ticklish goddamn person on earth,” Hobie spat back, not missing a beat.
Pavitr gasped dramatically. Without saying another word, he pretended like he was gonna go, but was yanked back by Hobie’s arm. It almost felt desperate. “Wait I was doggin’ mate! You can tickle me!”
Pav’s eyes practically sparkled. It wasn’t often that Hobie was in the mood for tickles. Usually he was in the mood for tickling… tickling Pav. “Really?”
The nod from his friend immediately made him pump his fists. “Yes!!!”
“‘Ey,” Hobie grabbed the eager hands reaching out towards him, “nothin’ too crazy, ‘Kay? Not lookin’ to pass out.”
“I’d never!” The young man said, watching his friend adjust himself, laying on the floor of the room. “You tell me when you’ve had enough.”
The punk gave a thumbs up. “Got it, mate.”
“Alright,” Pav climbed on his legs, getting comfy. He smiled, watching the outline of Hobie turn pink. “You nervous?”
“Nah.”
“You’re pink thouuughh,” his tone was laced in mischief, placing his hands on Hobie’s stomach, only covered by his thin and messily made spider-suit. He felt him flinch. “You’re always pink when excited!”
“Bruv y-yohou better shut up-!” It was taking everything in his power not to grab Pav’s hands, Pav’s now wiggling hands. Oh god. He was tickling now. Hobie slapped his hands over his mouth. “PFFt-!”
Pav simply chuckled, letting his nimble fingers dance around his tummy. “Aw don’t hide your laugh from me! C’mon, Hobieeeee!” His hands gave his sides a quick squeeze as encouragement.
“ACK-!” Hobie’s hands grabbed Pav’s out of instinct, “ohMYGAWd!!”
Like it was nothing, the strong arms of Pavitr pushed Hobie’s arms up and away. “Nuh uh uh! You keep those up there! You better not punch me!”
“Ihihihi might!”
“Then I’ll just web your arms down!”
Hobie narrowed his eyes threateningly. “Don’t.”
Pav wasn’t one to wear a shit-eating grin, but this was an exception. “Then keep your arms uuuuuuup!”
He heard his friend do something he rarely did: groan in annoyance. Of course that groan was replaced with a hearty chuckle once Pav wiggled his fingers at him.“There’s that smile I love!”
Hobie already felt like spontaneously combusting. It was something about Pavitr and his stupidly silly way of tickling that made him break into a goofy grin, and also the fact he was the one receiving. This wasn’t a usual spot for him to be in. Was it unnerving? Yes, but the pangs in his chest were barely felt over the fluttery butterflies in his stomach.
And then Pav was back to the side squeezes.
“BRuhuhuhuvvv!” He snorted, his boots hitting against the floor. Hobie was trying to focus on kicking his legs so he wouldn’t give his friend a bloody nose. Pav didn’t make this easy at all. He felt fingers slip into his vest, then dig into his rib cage. “AH SHIHIHIT!” Hobie blurted, twisting from one side to the other. The crop top he had on was doing nothing to protect him.
“I gotcha good!” Pav teased, leaning closer. Now he was gonna start being mean. Wait, he wasn’t mean before? No, my dear reader, he wasn’t. “Awwww Hobieeee look at youuuuu!”
“SH-Shuhuhut the f-!” Hobie stopped himself, snorting again.
“Ohhhh? What was that? Hobie, you can’t swear at meeee! You know what’ll happen.”
Yeah, Hobie knew. A panicked grin spread across his face, avoiding eye contact with his shorter friend. “I-IHihihi d-din’t say nothin!”
“You sure?” Pavitr scritched into the punk’s lower ribs. He got the reaction he was searching for.
“FuHUCK!”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” his goofy tone slipped into a more sly one. Hobie felt Pavitr adjusting himself around. “Nohoho c’mon mate y-yaha don’t gotta!”
Pav paused. “Is this a ‘stop?’” The mischief was absent in his voice.
Hobie finally looked at his friend, his face heating up. “I-I mean…”
“We can stop if this is too much. I’m only trying to cheer you up.” Spider-Man India had removed his hands, holding them up to gesture his compliance.
The outline around the punk stirred pink. Hobie wasn’t one for admitting things, even to someone like Pav. “I-I…” he clamped his mouth shut.
“It’s ok if you want more tickles!”
Oh come on Pav! It was hard enough to even ask for it.
That’s why Hobie was gonna do it his own way, a way his friend would get the signal. He took his hand off his mouth, showing a smirk. Slowly but surely, he lifted a middle finger at Pavitr. “Fuck off.”
Spider-Man India’s eyes went wide, not only wide but bright. “Hobart Brown!!” He gasped, feigning offense. “Okay, you asked for this.”
Even if it didn’t do much, Pav lifted Hobie’s crop top upward to expose his suit covered stomach more. He only did it to make the Spider-Punk anxious. Clearly it worked. The man was giggling. Yes, I said giggling.
“So…Hobart…what is a tickle monster’s favorite fruit?” Pavitr asked, cracking his knuckles.
“Aahaw shit yohohou’re bein’ a dick, now…”
“Answer the questiiionnnnn!” His fingers fluttered teasingly, making Hobie flinch. “Ah! Noho come on I’m naht answering!!”
“Ten…” he counted, “nine…eight…seven…”
Hobie scoffed, balling his hands into fists. “Imma kill you after this, I swear to non-existent deity.”
“Six…” Pav lowered his head a few inches, causing the stomach below him to quiver from chuckles. “Five…”
“Pav!”
“Four-“
“KAY FINE! It’s rahahaspberries! Raspberries, you fuckin tw-AHT!” Hobie almost bonked Pavitr on the head when he saw the guy dive face first into his stomach. He dissolved upon impact, wheezing. “YOHOHOU BASTARD!”
Pavitr raised his head, “what was that?”
“YOu-yohohou’re a basT-“
“PRRBBTTTT!!” Pav planted another raspberry mid-sentence, relishing in his friend’s free flying cackles. He felt his friend grab his head, digging his nails into his hair. He was definitely holding back from his instincts, which Pav appreciated from a self-preserving point, but also from a “my friend really wants to laugh” point.
The punk threw his head back, snorting. “Yohohou-y-yohohou’re killin’ meeEEHEHE!!” His suit wasn’t protecting him at all from the raspberry onslaught. “SHIHIT!”
“You hangin’ in there?” Pav looked up. Hobie panted coming back to reality for a sec. He loosened his grip on his friend’s head. “S-Sorry ‘bout that, mate. D-Dohon’t…don’t wanna rip your perfect h-hahahair out.” He took a bigger breath, “m’good…m-maybe a minute more and we stop.”
“Can do!” Pavitr smiled… then immediately went back to another tummy raspberry. Hobie almost folded in on himself, wheezes escaping his lips. “NAHA FUCK!”
It was by the third round of raspberries when Hobie tapped out, laughter getting a little too frantic. “OKAHAY! OKAYIMDONE!”
Like a switch turned off, Spider-Man India let up. He swished his hair out of his face and fixed it, smiling at the big ol’ grin across Hobie’s face. “Did I kill ya?”
His chest heaved with each pant, shaking his head at the question and pushing out his residual giggles. He peered at his stomach. “C-Close tho…” he mumbled, watching his friend roll off him and sit beside. “Y-You’re a menace.”
Pavitr grabbed Hobie’s now outstretched hand, pulling him up to sit. “But lookit that smile you got!”
His hand rubbed his face, sort of sore from smiling so much. “Yeaaaaahh shuddup.” He punched his arm playfully.
“How are you feeling?” Pavitr placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it. “Need water?”
“Please. Thanks.” Hobie coughed, remaining where he was as Spider-Man India reached for a bottle on his nightstand. He handed it to him. “…feel tired…but good. Dopamine’s some good stuff.” He twisted the cap off and downed it.
“That’s what I’m saying! It’s a nice feeling, right?”
Hobie shrugged as he drank. He took a breath, “yeaaaaah maybe you’re right.”
“Maybe?”
The punk squinted at him, then rolled his eyes. “You are.”
Pavitr grinned. This was a better sight to see. “It’s nice to see that smile again.”
For a split second Hobie’s outline went pink, then reverted to its neutral gray. “Thanks. You helped it, mate.”
“You hungry?”
“Starvin’.”
“I know a great place, c’mon!” Pavitr stood up, stretching. He grabbed his mask on his bed.
“You paying?”
“Aw, come on, Hobes!”
“You owe me after that.”
“Okay fiiiiine, I’ll pay… even though you liked tickle time.”
Hobie sighed, “you aren’t gonna shuddup, are you?”
Pavitr simply grinned, opening his window. “Nope!” He hopped through it, already swinging away.
It took longer for Hobie to get up. He felt the blood rush to his head when he stood up too fast, “shit.” It stabled after a few seconds. He grabbed his guitar, putting the strap over him. He made his way to the window, smirking when Pav kept beckoning him atop another building.
He’d catch up, don’t worry. The punk just needed to take a second and appreciate his friend.
DAY 7: Flustered˚✧₊*｡⁎⁺˳✧༚ (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)
TickleTober 2023 🎃
Presented by @august-anon
Lee!OC (Tarquin)
Ler!OC (Via)
A/N: Tarquin is NOT my OC; he belongs to my bestie ✌🏻 However, Via is my OC and therefore belongs to ME! <3 Also, our OCs are in fact a couple, we made that canon together ;3
Sweetie pie golden retriever Jedi easily flustered over his scary Imperial agent void cat girlfriend tickling him? KRIFF YEAH✨💞
Art trade with my bud @pocky-dragon !! I had so much fun drawing these goofs in a tickle fight while they’re both trying not to burst into giggles :) thank you again for trading with me!!
Stress Relief
A/N: spent the afternoon on this !! :D it’s been quite awhile since I’ve written something so sorry if it’s shitty 😭 Warning there is some heavy angst at the start but it slowly gets better, no worries ^^ as always Grayson belongs to the great, the almighty, @parker-fluff go ahead and follow them if you like having a left kidney. Just felt the need to write some comfort fluff with my favorite 2 boys, hope you enjoy !! :’]
Grayson slammed his things on his desk, locking his dorm door as he threw himself onto the bed. He’d been having by far the worst week of his life, which he wouldn’t exactly call an accomplishment. College constantly buried him up to his eyeballs in graded assignments, and he wish he could just drown in them. Plus, Elijah had said he was gonna be busy all week rehearsing with his band in their studio, he wished he could just forget all his problems by strumming the strings of a guitar like Elijah could.
Grayson felt frustrated, upset, confused, all of the above. He just wanted to curl up in his bed and never come out.. but, he knew that wouldn’t be possible. He was taken off guard by the vibration of his phone in his pocket, when he took it out he was pleasantly surprised by a text from Elijah.
*“Hey Gray! Sorry I haven’t been able to catch up, it’s been a pain in my ass trying to memorize this entire sheet. Anything new going on? :)”*
His eyes lit up slightly, but he didn’t know how he could just *ask* Elijah to come over. He sighed, tapping the letters on the keyboard with his thumbs.
“Nothin much, just tired”
He hit send and put his phone on the nightstand, pulling the pile of fluffy blankets onto him as he got snuggled in, planning how he was gonna survive tomorrow with all these new assignments.
Barely even 2 minutes into his slumber, he was awoken by a multicolored portal in his dorm which he immediately recognized. His things floated around the room and out came from the portal a rather familiar face, Elijah. “Alright, listen I KNOW something is up when you don’t add a period at the end of your sente- woah.. Hey, you alright bud?” Elijah cut himself off, taken aback by the teary eyed Grayson in front of him. Grayson struggled a bit out of his nest, Elijah immediately walking over and wrapping his arms around him, Grayson returning it but a lot tighter as tears rolled down the college student’s cheeks.
“Hey, hey.. it’s alright, it’s okay I’m here.. let it all out…” Elijah reassured, rubbing his back as he let him cry into his shoulder, not even thinking about his jacket being ruined. “I-I missed you.. *sniff”* Grayson choked out as Elijah sighed. “I know.. I missed you too, man.. I missed you too..” After Grayson got all the tears out of his system, Elijah lightly pulled him back so he could see his face, moving some of his messy hair from it. “Rough week?” He asked, in which Grayson replied with a nod. “Yeah, I get what you mean.. You’re not alone, the bands been fighting all week over what key the song is in and who’s gonna do the solo and stuff.” He explained, sitting on Grayson’s bed as the short Spider-Man quickly accompanied him. “..Do you want me to make you tea? That usually calms your nerves.” Grayson responded with a head shake.
“..Maybe a board game?”
Another shake.
“A song?”
Yet another.
“A old shitty movie?”
Every single time he was met with that same small no. Man, kid was really in the gutter.. Elijah sighed, wrapping his arm around his waist and pulling him close. “..Alright, no worries. I’ll just stay here with you..” He reassured him. While they sat in insufferable silence, the sound of a small squeak suddenly pierced the white noise, Elijah slightly lifting his hand up. “Woah, you alright? I-I didn't hurt you, right?” Elijah looked at him with a worried face, his fear melting off a bit when Grayson replied with a small ‘no’. “I-It’s just-“ He looked down at his mismatched socks. “…I-I was wondering if you could like-..” Grayson stammered a bit while Elijah looked over at him, patient but curious as Grayson tripped over his words. It wasn’t until he motioned for Elijah to come closer, in which he whispered into his ear. “..C-can you… can you ticklememaybe?-“ Grayson muttered quickly, immediately turning away afterwards as a warm smile melted onto Elijah’s face. Normally, he would tease Grayson to death over this, but it seemed this wasn’t a good scenario.
“Alright, snugglebug. C’mere.” He patted his lap, already getting some nervous giggles from Grayson as he let Elijah gently carry him in it. “Theeerree we goo, all nice and snuggly. Now then, where were we? Oh yeah, almost forgot!” He lightly dug his fingers into Grayson’s sides, causing a near shriek from him which dissolved into happy giggles as he curled his legs in. “Eehehehe!- I-Ihihit tihihicklehehes..” He whined, squealing as Elijah lightly pinched up his ribs. “I can imagine it does seeing how much you’re giggling.” He smiled while Grayson tries hiding his face, his arms coming crashing back down when Elijah pinched his upper rib. “Oi, keep your hands off your face, mister!? Weren’t you taught in school that it’ll make your hands dirty?” He teases lightheartedly, spidering his fingers over his tummy.
“Sh-shuhuhush!-“ Grayson managed to giggle out, snorting between his laughs. “Excuse me? How dare you tell me to shush! I’m an American citizen with rights, thank you very much!” He chirped, leaning over and blowing a raspberry on Grayson’s neck, earning a screech from the poor kid. “NAAHAHHAHAA!!- YOHOHOU FUHUHUCKEHEHERR!!” He laughed, giggling even harder when Elijah gasped dramatically. “Well, it seems you’re not gonna learn your lesson with that language! So I’ll teach it for ya!” He buried his face into his neck, blowing another raspberry while Grayson squirmed and snorted about, making no effort to get away. After a few more smaller raspberries scattered around he let Grayson take a breather.
“You alright there, bud?” He felt his heart warm up when he saw Grayson smiling like a happy kid. “..Y-yeahehehe..” He giggled out, squeaking and scrunching his shoulders when Elijah gave his ears a few kisses. “Stahap!-“ Grayson giggled, his blush traveling to his ears while he swatted at Elijah weakly as they both laughed. “You wanna cuddle, bug?” He asked, grinning when Grayson nodded. “Alright, blanket fort time!” He exclaimed, making Grayson giggle a bit as they immediately began retrieving blankets and pillows.
Maybe next week won’t be so bad, after all.
Okay so I was randomly watching some vines with Thomas sanders because he always makes me laugh, and I wanted to make a compilation with my friends spidersonas! These are just some silly and stupid situations I thought applied to these little goobers. So please enjoy the sillies!
Go follow @parker-fluff and @an0ma1y-th3d0ma1y right now or I will take all of your candy.
Spiders, Cuddles, and Tickles
Happy Valentine’s Day everybody! I know it’s a little later in the day but I wrote this thing today with some of my three favorite spiders! This is my second time writting fanfiction so I hope it turned out okay! And it’s 1,400+ words! As always, Elijah belongs to @an0ma1y-th3d0ma1y and Grayson belongs to @parker-fluff Go give them love and support they are amazing people!
Valentine’s Day… what a holiday. A day to be close to your loved ones and show them how much you love and appreciate them.
Ruthie had always tried her best to let everyone, and I mean EVERYONE whom she loves feel special on this day.
By delivering little goodies for them, usually being most random things she thought they would like.
For Miguel she dropped off a homemade empanada and some heart shaped confetti that she hoped she made right. For Grayson she found him a jumbo size kitty squishmallow that was nearly half his size.- For Elijah she got him a pack of picks for his guitar and a mini cassette player he could fit in his pocket. She snuck a few small heart stickers on it as well. And well so on and so on.
She loved doing this every year but this year seemed different. Something seemed off about it. This was her first valentines by having the spider bite, but that wasn’t it. It was someone…
She couldn’t help but have an aching feeling in her chest like a whole that would never be filled at the thought of him. Micheal had always done the sweetest things for her on this day. From surprising her with a plushie at 3am- or even just a little kiss on the cheek. But this was the first year she didn’t have that… The feeling of guilt filled her heart as she grabbed the blonde hair on her head.
Sitting on her bed in her room, resisting the urge to look at old pictures she laid down on her side. Hugging a pillow to her chest as she tried he best not cry which didn’t last long.
But after a couple of minutes she heard a little ping noise from her phone. Signifying a text in a group chat with Grayson and Elijah. Slowly sitting up and Rubbing her eyes she reads the text and responds.
“Hello Ruth! Me and Grayson and chilln at my place and we wanted to thank you for the gifts you gave us. N we were wonderin if we could come over for a bit”
“You’re welcome! And I would love that actually.”
She types out as she sends the text and places her phone down on the table. Being a little bit less sorrowful at the thought of them being with her.
After a little bit some of the objects in her room began to float as a portal began to form in the corner of her room with darker colors. Followed by Grayson and Elijah coming out of it. Both of them immediately running up to her and pulling her into a group hug.
“Oh geheheez. Hi guys.” She squeaks out from the tight embrace as she hugs them back.
“ We wanted to properly thank you for the sweet gifts you gave us.-“ Elijah says as he pauses the tears in her eyes.
“Wait…are you okay?” Grayson asks with a look of worry matching Elijah’s. Both slightly pull away from the hug.
“Y-Yeah I’m okay really no need to worry…I-I’ve just been thinking about things… I guess.” She says trying to reassure them but the tone in her voice gave it away.
“Ruthie you’re a terrible liar…you’re not okay I can tell.” Elijah says placing a hand on her shoulder.
“You got tears in your eyes…” Grayson says as he moves some of her fluffy hair from her face and whipped the tear streaks on her cheeks with his thumbs. “You don’t have to tell us the details if you don’t want to.”
“But we don’t wanna see you all sad like this…” Elijah says lightly squeezing her shoulder as they pull her into a hug. Keeping her safe in the middle like she was a precious item.
Tears fell from her eyes again as she leaned into their touch. Not necessarily from sorrow and guilt anymore. But from feeling loved and cared for… She didn’t want to forget this feeling…
“T-thanks guys…” she sniffles whipping her eyes.
After a few minutes of silence that silence was broken by the sound of a high pitched squeak that escaped Ruthie’s lips as the two boys lightly squeezed her sides. Both having smirks in their faces.
“Gahahays d-dohon’t!” She giggles nervously slightly scooting backwards on the bed as she tries to wiggle out of their arms.
“Dont what?” Grayson asks as his grin widens.
“Tickle you?” Elijah teases with a shit eating grin on his face with his fangs showing.
Ruthie’s cheeks almost immediately turned a bright pink hue even extending to her ears as she sunk into her hoodie. Nodding as groans in embarrassment.
Both of the boys couldn’t help but have a warm fuzzy feeling in their chests at her reaction. Not even doing anything yet and she was already like this.
“Aww look at that blushy face!” Grayson cooes as he lightly squeezes her right side and nuzzles into the right side of her neck.
“I know right and the freckles make it even more adorable!” Elijah teases while lightly clawing at her tummy while too nuzzling into the left side of her neck. Both of the spider-man’s hair playing a role in tickling her.
“EEEE! KyaHAHahaha! GahaHAHAYS! Eeeeheheee!” Ruthie squeal slightly kicking her legs and scrunching her shoulders and neck the best she could. Not being able to really fight back as they each have an arm wrapped securely around her torso.
“Dawww listen to that!” Grayson teases as he spiders his fingers up towards her ribs. Lightly digging his fingers into the crevices of every rib. Causing her to let out an audible snort as she covers her mouth.
“What!? Okay let me in on some of that!” Elijah exclaims as he lightly squeezes her left hip lightly pressing his thumb into the dip of her hip.
“AAAHYAHAHA!! ELIEHEHEE! NAHAHA!!! *snort* PLEHEHEEE!!” She shreiks squirming and kicking as she falls her on her back in the soft bed.
“WOAH! Aww spider piggy has come back! I wanna try!” Grayson says as he too squeezes her other hip causing her to squeal loudly and kick her legs. Throwing head back into the bed as she covered her face with her hands.”
“She sure has! Oi, no covering your face young lady.” Elijah chuckles lightly prying her hands from her face as he flutters his fingers near her neck. Grayson clawing at her tummy as well.
“OhOHo GaHAHash! *squeal* IHIEhehe cAHAHAN’T! GYAHAHA!” Ruthie squwaks sucking her tummy in as her loud happy laughter filled the room.
The two boys could help but feel like there hearts were melting at the sight of her and her happy laughter. Her smile was wide and had her fangs and dimples showing as she tried to curl up into a ball.
Suddently getting an idea Elijah exchanged a shit eating grin with Grayson. Knowing that look Grayson grins mischievous as they both look down at her as she giggles nervously.
“Dohohont YOuHU dahahre!”
“Oh we dare.” Grayson say as he wraps his arms around her neck. While Elijah wraps her arms around her waist lifting her shirt to expose her freckled belly.
She gasps as she tries to squirm away sputtering and squealing random gibberish as she squirmed in their grasp. “NonononNO! W-WAHAIT! We cahan talk right?!-“ She pleads as butterflies form in her tummy knowing what’s to come.
Before she can get away the two older spiders take a deep breath.
Grayson blowing a big raspberry on her neck and Elijah blowing a big raspberry on her tummy.
Oh gosh the poor teen almost screamed.- Changing it into a loud squeal as she let out her iconic belly laugh as just took it. Purring loudly and happily as her blush reddens.
After a few more raspberries they both pull their faces away from her as they both giggle and smile warmly.
“You okay kangaroo?” Elijah asks as he two was purring.
Nodding in response and breathing heavily she rubbed her cheeks.
“Y-Yeheah…Ohohoho geheheheez…” she giggles as she tries to fix her hair that was now all messy and fuzzy. “T-thahanks.”
“Any time giggle bug.” Grayson says softly as he rests his head on her shoulder snuggling close to her as Elijah joined as well.
All three of them rested on each other as they all relaxed. Ruthie couldn’t help but purr happily and she eventually closed her eyes. She really did love those two with all her heart.
This just in: Little brother attempting to cheer up his moody older brother…Smokescreen is going to be here for a while 😅
UGHHHFJHWKF I LOVE THESE AUTOBOT BOYS 😩😩🥺🥺🥰🥰✨🫶🏻💛💙❣️
Sorry I haven’t been feeding y’all lately but!- here’s a BIG art dump here with the silliest of spidey goobers! I haven’t shared these yet and I felt like making a whole dump with these guys! And a little ‘meme’ while we’re at it.- Elijah is owned by the always wonderful @an0ma1y-th3d0ma1y and Grayson is owned by the lovely @parker-fluff Go show them some love and support or I will eat all of your cheese!!! (And chocolate-)
HEEHEEEHEE OMG I LOVE THISSSS 🤣🤣🤣
I’ve made so many of these I can’t stop- Yet again I made another spidersona vine compilation! I’m actually getting a little better with my editing skills so I hope you all enjoy! Grayson belongs to @parker-fluff
Elijah belongs to @an0ma1y-th3d0ma1y
Elara belongs to @just-a-fluffy-knight
Kylie belongs to @mushyblushyredhead
Nothing To Prove || Gravity Falls Tickle Fic ||
A/N: there's a lot of buildup at the start but THIS IS A TICKLE FIC I SWEAR! more than anything though, I'm writing this for the sake of developing characters. This is familial love so if I see any i*cest, I am blocking you on sight
Summary: When Ford comes to realize how much Dipper looks up to him, he seeks out a way to show his young nephew that there's no need to be intimidated by him.
Word count: 2,454
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Dipper
Life just got a whole galaxy bigger.
Dipper thought he knew what his life would become when he found that old dusty book in the forest; he'd pursue adventure, get into danger, fight monsters.
But meeting his number one hero? And then finding out that he's related?
Not a chance.
It'd been a year since Dipper and his sister left Gravity Falls. They had lots of time that school year to ruminate on everything they had been through together. In the span of three months, their whole universe had turned inside out.
They had another uncle. Someone else to look out for and protect them. Mabel, as she is with all news of this sort, was over the moon. Dipper, however, wasn't as content. It wasn't that he didn't like Great Uncle Ford. Far from it. He loved him unconditionally. He worshipped the ground he walked on. He would fight a thousand beasts to earn his mentor's pride. And that was the problem.
Dipper had spent so long dreaming of the author as this distant hero; an intellectual mastermind that surpassed all around him. He dreamt of meeting him, yes. Bombarding him with questions, absolutely. But now the man was part of his family. The same family that he cracked stupid fart jokes and goofed around with.
Dipper wasn't prepared to have someone so important to him in his life on a permanent basis. He couldn't help but feel a little small around Ford, like every move he made was a chance to embarrass himself in front of his idol.
After his first summer in Gravity Falls ended, Dipper hoped that his overwhelming sense of awe would pass with the time, and he would grow more comfortable around this new addition to the family. But the moment he stepped off of that bus and saw his great-uncle there to greet him, he knew it wouldn't be quite that easy.
He volunteered for as many of Ford's experiments as he could. He offered as much help as he could provide. When faced with an obstacle, Dipper made sure to prove to his uncle that he was smart and tough beyond his years. This, as one might expect, is a difficult and exhausting image to maintain. Being "the perfect, mature man of science" was hard when you were a young, hormonal teenage boy. But that wasn't going to stop Dipper.
When Ford had asked if him if he wanted to help engineer a stronger form of glass that could withstand abnormally high temperatures, he nearly fell over with excitement. He was going to be the best lab assistant Ford could ask for.
It seemed, however, that he couldn't get that right after all, because when bringing over the regular glass jar for experimentation, it slipped through his fingers and shattered.
Dipper was mortified. Not only had he broken the constant variable in their experiment, but possibly also the trust Ford placed in him to be a responsible assistant. How could he have been so careless? Was their experiment ruined now? Did Ford think he wasn't taking this seriously?
"Oh my gosh! Oh my- I- I'm so sorry, Great Uncle Ford! I don't know what happened. I thought I had it" Dipper rambled, throat tightening.
"Aw shoot," Ford cursed under his breath, "It's okay, Dipper, it happens. Here, why don't you go fetch me a new jar from the back shelves while I sweep up this mess?"
"Act- Actually you know what, I think you might actually have an easier time doing this if I wasn't here. I- I don't want to get in your way. " Dipper shuffled back towards the door.
"But I thought you wanted to-" Ford turned to his nephew only to find that he was already gone.
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Ford
It was unusual, and not the kind that Ford enjoyed. The puzzling kind of unusual.
The conclusion did not follow the variables. Variable one: Ford was conducting an experiment. Variable two: Ford asked Dipper for assistance. Variable three: Dipper was eager to help. Conclusion: Dipper had panicked and ran off. It just wasn't right. Something was off balance.
Now, in a technical situation, Ford could figure out the root cause himself. He had well over thirty years of practice doing so. But this was a human being. Moreso, this was his great nephew, and he wasn't so skilled in the people area. He needed to outsource this predicament with someone who knew Dipper longer than he had. Someone he could trust to tell him what he was doing wrong.
That someone in particular was tucking away a large medieval flail in the cupboards of the sitting room when Ford found him. What it was for, Ford thought it better not to ask.
"Stanley, can I talk to you about something?" He said.
"I didn't know it was a bear, honest!" Stan yelled.
"What?"
"Uhh, nothing. What's on your mind?"
"I have the strangest feeling that Dipper is more anxious than normal. He ran out of my lab this morning looking like he'd seen a ghost, which I have ruled out as a possibility because the air did not smell at all of sulfur. Anyway, the point is, I think something's wrong with him. You've known him far longer than I have. I thought maybe you would have better insight into these things" Ford explained.
Stan stood silently for a moment.
"Stan?"
"Oh sorry I was just enjoying the moment you finally came to me for advice"
"Stanley."
His brother quirked an eyebrow at him. "You don't gotta be a genius to figure this one out, Poindexter. The kid's afraid of looking bad in front of ya."
Ford was stunned into silence. This was a new feeling. An new, terribly odd feeling.
"What?"
"Come on, you've got to have noticed by now. He looks to you like you're a god. He practically worships the ground you walk on. You were like his hero before you'd even met him. You think he's not gonna feel some pressure to live up to your standard? He just wants you to be proud of him."
"I love him! He's my brother's grandson! And of course I'm proud of him. He's very remarkable for his age" Ford said.
"Then why don't you tell him that once in a while."
Ford lost himself in thought.
"Well, time to get back to restocking my weapons. Good luck with your family tension. I'll call you for dinner," Stan sauntered away, seemingly unbothered by the problem, "Prepping for battle, do do do..."
Once again, Ford was left alone to think.
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This wasn't the first time that Ford had heard someone tell him that he had a standoff-ish impression on people, but he never thought it would impact his kin. Someone he treasured so greatly. Now that he knew how Dipper was feeling, he couldn't waltz around and act like he didn't know. Something had to be done. The only issue was, he didn't know what.
Ford waited a couple days before asking Dipper to rejoin his experiments, knowing that the boy probably wouldn't be willing to assist him just yet after what happened. To his relief, Dipper agreed.
It was still painful to know that his nephew was intimidated by him, but it felt nice just to have him by his side again being his seemingly normal self.
The day went without a hitch this time. In fact, things went quicker than expected and they finished early. It was as they were readying themselves to leave when Ford spoke.
"Thank you for your help today, Dipper. I've been having trouble operating all of this machinery by myself lately. Must have thrown out my back or something."
"I wouldn't worry about it," Dipper replied, "Muscles get tighter with age, so I'm sure it's normal."
Ford turned to look down at his nephew. "Are you calling me old?"
The boy paled. "Wh- I- Uh- I- I wasn't-"
"I'm afraid I have no choice but to punish you for your disrespect" the scientist said darkly.
Before Dipper could have time to overthink that threat, Ford pulled the boy into his arms, sat himself on the ground and started tickling his belly.
The first few seconds were filled with frantic babbling; jumbled syllables trying to make themselves into a coherent sentence. Ford wasn't hearing a "stop", so he didn't.
Dipper giggled hysterically. His face had instantly screwed itself up tight and was looking for a way to bury itself into some hiding place. "GREATUNCLEFORHOHORD! WHAT ARE YOU DOHOHOHOING?!"
"Tickling you, of course! I thought that was obvious," Ford answered with cheer, all pretend-seriousness gone. He chuckled. "I guess you inherited more from me than I thought."
Dipper couldn't seem to figure out what to do with his hands, until he settled on hiding his face with them.
"Aw, don't be shy, son. I'm not the author today. Today, I'm just your uncle," Ford then added with a growl, "Your uncle: the tickle monster!"
The boy's arms fell from his face, settling down on his lap like little t-rex arms. He seemed to have surrendered to the silliness of it and didn't bother to fight.
Wonderful, Ford thought, that means he trusts me!
As Ford moved from belly to sides to ribs, Dipper's laughter went up and down like a rollercoaster, his child-like smile never leaving his face. "IHIHIHI'M SORRYHIHIHI!"
"Nuh uh, kid. "Sorry"'s not gonna cut it," Ford said playfully. He was surprised how good he was at this. He didn't have much experience with playing with children, and he had thought his decades of interdimensional travel would've hardened him to such silliness. Thank the gods that it hadn't.
As Ford's hand started to travel up to the boy's underarm, the boy shrieked and suddenly found the will to fight.
"EHEHEHEK! NONONONONO!"
Ford couldn't help himself laughing at his adorable little ward. "Ticklish there, huh?"
"YEHEHES" Dipper cried.
"Okay, okay, I'll make you a deal. You take back what you said about me being old, and I'll stop tickling you."
Ford had expected the kid to be worn out by now. He thought it was only fair to offer him an out. To his surprise, he didn't take it.
Dipper seemed to think it over for a second, then shook his head with an extra giggle, one that was not from the tickling.
This kid is going to be the death of me, Ford thought, not a hint of regret in his mind.
"Okay, if you say so," the man said playfully, and dug all six fingers into the boy's hollows.
A shriek, and then more rambling, and then loud laughter.
Dipper, despite being tickled within an inch of his life, looked happier than Ford had ever seen him. If this was a dream, Ford did not want to wake up.
"I've got some questions for you, Dipper. Smile for yes and laugh for no, ya got it?"
All he could do was laugh.
"Okay, are you smart?"
Dipper sunk his chin in to his chest.
"Dipper, this won't work if you say yes and no" Ford remarked with fake incredulousness, "Okay, hmmmm... are you brave?"
The teen began to snicker.
"I don't think you understand the rules of this game," Ford said, which only made Dipper laugh harder.
"Alright, alright, last one. Are you ticklish?"
Dipper let out a snort at that infernal question.
"I'll take that as a yes," Ford smiled smugly.
After several more minutes of goofing around, Dipper finally had enough.
"OKAYHYHYHY OKAYHYHY! I TAKE IT BAHAHACK!"
"Good lad." And with that, Ford released his victim.
Dipper wrapped his arms around himself and giggled till there were no more laughs left in him.
"You okay, son? I didn't go too crazy, did I?"
"No no, I'm fihihine. Mabel's put me through much worhorse."
"I can believe that. She got that from your uncle Stanley, you know."
After having regained his breath, Dipper got up from his uncle's lap. "So... are you really not mad about the jar I broke the other day?"
"Oh, Dipper, of course I'm not. You should see the things I've broken down here. You'd be shocked."
"But when you make a mistake, it's different." Dipper recoiled. Apparently, he didn't mean to let that slip.
"What do you mean?"
Dipper's timidness was returning, and Ford almost regretted even asking.
"It's just... you've done so many great things and are so perfect the rest of the time that the mistakes you make don't count as much."
That was some seriously flawed logic, but Ford chose not to point it out.
Dipper continued. "I make too many mistakes."
"Dipper, you're supposed to make mistakes. You're twelve. Do you think I was able to do all the things I do now at your age? Not even remotely.
"And more to the point, you don't have to embarrassed about those mistakes. Especially not with me."
"But you're different! You're the author! The author I'd been searching for all summer. You're a dimension-hopping scientist! And surprise, surprise, you're even cooler in person! And I'm just... so... small.
"I keep trying to make myself useful, to be someone you can be proud of, but-"
Ford kneeled down and placed both hands on the kid's shoulders. "Dipper, listen very close to me. I'm going to tell you something, and I need you to really hear me, understand?"
Dipper hesitantly nodded.
"I am so proud of you. You're my great nephew. I'm proud of you every minute of every day. That's not something that can change. You've got nothing to prove to me. You make me proud simply by being who you are. Never question that. Can you do that for me, son?"
The boy looked near to tears.
Oh gods, Ford thought, did he say something wrong? He thought this would make him feel better, not worse! Should he-
Little arms suddenly hugged his neck tight. "Yeah... yeah I can."
Ford could not get his arms around him fast enough.
"Now, don't you ever go comparing yourself to me. What a disservice to your incredible self."
Dipper hugged tighter.
Ford himself could feel little pin pricks in his own eyes. He released his hug and cleared his throat.
"Well, I think we've had enough excitement down here for one day. What do you say we head back upstairs for dinner."
Dipper wiped his eyes with a happy smile. "Sounds good to me."
The two walked back towards the door, a new kind of bond formed between them. It felt like something had been accomplished today, and that was all either of them could ask for.
"You are old, though."
"Oh, I'll show you old. Get back here!"
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This has been an idea of mine for quite some time. Rewatching the show was just the straw that broke this writer's back apparently. So happy to have finally written this ❤️