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Beautiful person award! Paste it in the asks of eight beautiful moots! There aren’t any consequences if you don’t do it, but it will make someone else’s day to know that someone thinks they’re beautiful

tysm!! ur the best 🫶

Ahhh Tysm!

All the creators I know have already been given an award 👍

:🤎 ~ BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people (or more) who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out!!!!! ~ 🤎

YIPPPEEEEE thak you Captain :3

Im too tired to gonthroufh 8 peoples blogs so get tagged

@creatorbiaze @zyrtecbrainrot @tomkittycat @aredeemantagonist

@star-tb @starrykinstellation @diseasedflesh @jabberwock-islanders

THIS IS SO COOL OH NY GOSH

I didn’t expect someone to actually draw the design honestly! Please go support this artist genuinely their art looks so cool

Drew @datw3irdo kinito design :]

Day 110- JATSUNE MOEL?????

OKAy so i’m Screaming! I was just digging through my files and came across this gem. I illustrated this a LONG ASS time ago, totally inspired by the song: Mary on a Cross by Ghost. I recall leaving it unfinished because whenever I got around to coloring it, it just didn’t look right to me for some reason. maybe i’ll revisit it and do something with it lol, we’ll see. 

is there a word for when you have something like a panic attack, but with excitement?

‘cause that’s what i felt just now

More Gaster Expressions! I decided to make a bit more for Episode 2, which you can watch here

YouTube

Gaster Teatime Tales

Doctor Gaster attempts to read to you The Golden Quiche

There's also the Gaster Teatime tales as well.

Here's for the Gaster Q and A playlist, because episode 3 is out too.

in this episode of dr ghost we learn why its monomon the teacher and not hk the teacher!

Previous

I lined and colored one of the sketches I did of Vulcan just for fun ^~^

Vulcan by @fluffartist

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ～ have a good day because you deserve it!

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ～ and if someone tries to ruin your mood

(ﾉ⊙ヮ⊙)ﾉ～ burn them.

aaaah can’t believe i woke up to this💕

thank you so much for including my work. that was my saddest fic and i thought that no one was going to like it. you made my whole day.

love you <3

-léa

— ✦ valerie's april fic recs

thank you so much for all of these writers for making me smiling with a lots of butterflies in my stomach, making my mouth hanging agape, or crying so hard and sweating hot. i really can't thank you enough<3

⟡. THE LAST OF US —

⭒ — JOEL MILLER

matchmaker : @quin-ns

domesticity looks good on you : @girlscull

once again in your arms : @foli-vora

a helping hand : @bubbles-for-all-of-us

she's a gun : @cowgurrrl

your smile! : @starr-k

⟡. MARAUDERS ERA —

⭒ — REGULUS BLACK

annonated book and sleek hardcovers : @messers-moony

his last letter : @timmys-angel

hidden messages in foreign language : @specialbrewbutterbeer

⭒ — REMUS LUPIN

ivy : @enviedear

too much to drink : @nectarcfthegcds

the girl with a book : @solemnarration

heavy handed : @luveline

⟡. GRISHAVERSE —

⭒ — KAZ BREKKER

call me what you like : @sophierequests

buoy : @yelenasbraid

flowers : @violetrainbow412-blog

⭒ — JESPER FAHEY

not what it looks like : @magpiencrow

i hate you : @heathsbitch

⭒ — NIKOLAI LANTSOV

nightmares and enemies : @corpsebasil

in passing : @ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes

a special occasion : @holden-caulfield

the art of pretension : @fleurspun

⟡. MARVEL —

⭒ — MATT MURDOCK

trial tardiness : @alrighty-matty

the matter of opinion : @courtforshort15

it's really... yellow : @pastafossa

finger crossed : @petertingle-yipyip

in another life : @saintmurd0ck

five years : @darling-i-read-it

⭒ — STEPHEN STRANGE

last name : @parkersbliss

slow down : @dre--scape

⭒ — PETER PARKER

the inevitable : @starktonyx

burnt face and second base : @waitimcomingtoo

the forgotten child : @friendlyneighborhoods-spiderman

⟡. STRANGER THINGS —

⭒ — STEVE HARRINGTON

next best thing happen to an angel : @slashersteve

nine facts, one lie : @stevebabey

don't you forget about me : @starberryes

⟡. HOUSE OF THE DRAGON —

⭒ — AEGON II TARGARYEN

the summer island : @fairysluna

someone, anyone : @asongofmarvelanddc

good grief : @elliewlums

firstborn : @archiveofthe-dragon

⟡. BRIDGERTON —

⭒ — BENEDICT BRIDGERTON

to be loved and to be in love : @desertno3

it is just tea : @leahsficemporium

⭒ — ANTHONY BRIDGERTON

it's a bad idea, me and you : @genyakosstyk

five senses of love : @libraryofloveletters

⟡. STAR WARS —

⭒ — POE DAMERON

the f-word : @the-little-ewok

one kiss : @starryeyedstories

⭒ — DIN DJARIN

fix you : @roguetonorth

just call my name : @prettypiscesgal

softer : @thatredheadwriter

i can't shut up about th russian language so you have to listen.

if greylock was a russian schoolboy his peers would 100% call him Ochko as a mocking nickname

'ohcko' is like a singular form of 'ochki' which means glasses. well, like in english, glasses don't have a correct singular form, so if you say 'ochko' you kinda associate it with one lens of glasses instead of one pair. which greylock's monocle is.

but the true meaning of the word 'ochko' is ANUS.

hi did you know that ancient mesopotamians buried their dead under the floors of their own houses to always be close to them? i can't write a poem about this but by god i will write a master's thesis

YOU DON'T KNOW HOW HAPPY THAT JUST MADE ME!!!!😭💗💗💗💗💗💖💖💖🫂

HE LOOKS ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS IN YOUR STYLE!!! AND BIG SIS SODA IS SO CANON IN MY EYES 😭😭😭😭💕💕💖💕

I LOVE THE WAY YOU DREW ELIC!!! AND SODA LOOKS AS BEAUTIFUL AS ALWAYS!!! NOW I WANNA DOODLE YOUR KIDS AGAIN!!! THEY BRING ME SO MUCH JOY😭💖💖💕💕💕💕

Soda and @lumivall 's Elic!!

Soda's just a silly lady, she sees a smol guy in the fankid multiverse and just says "yup that's my little sibling now"

Literally the big sister ever

(Hope you like it Lumi, just wanted to show you that I appreciate all the sweet fanart and my love language is making fanart of others ocs🥺💕)

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.

Incredibly self indulgent tickle art for tonight

Mischief Managed

I know, it’s been a while since I’ve written anything. I’ve had this idea playing around in my head for a while. I love the MCU’s version of the Cloak of Levitation and how it bonded with Strange throughout the MCU films so far. I like to think that it has a very playful side that it never got a chance to explore with its previous masters. That and there are barely any t-fics out there involving Strange. We need more of those! So I hope this inspires some of you writers out there. <3 And yes, I know the title is Harry Potter-related… and I solemnly swear that this cloak is definitely up to no good. ;)

Stephen had been alone in his room for over an hour. He had gone there to meditate without being disturbed so he could calm his mind and body, as he often did after studying or training. This time he found himself unable to concentrate. The Cloak of Levitation had been following him around the Sanctum for nearly three days straight and at the moment it was floating right beside him. The cloak had never been this clingy before and he needed answers. Stephen wandered the Sanctum until he finally found Wong in one of the artifact rooms.

“Something troubling you, Strange?” Wong asked. The look on Stephen’s face worried him. 

“What can you tell me about the Cloak of Levitation?” Stephen looked over his shoulder and back to Wong. “I understand it’s a sentient being, but I don’t get why it’s so attached to me. It’s been my shadow for days and it’s weirding me out.”

Wong chuckled, clasping his hands behind his back as he exited the room and walked down the hall. He gestured with a nod of his head for Strange to follow. They walked in silence until they reached the library.

“What is it you wish to know?” Wong asked as he turned down an aisle. 

“The Ancient One looked uncomfortable when she saw me with it. She called it fickle, as if it wasn’t normal to connect with someone like me. Mordo didn’t believe me when I told him what happened either.” Stephen flexed his fingers out and curled them into fists a few times. All of his nerves seemed to be on edge. 

“What can you remember about the day it came to you?”

“I walked by its cabinet. It was just floating in there. Actually, I felt like it was looking at me. When I was fighting with Kaecilius, he knock- we crashed through the cabinet. He went to stab me with whatever the hell weapon he had, and I saw the cloak reach out and catch it before it got to me.” Stephen thought back to the day the Sanctum was attacked. It made him feel uneasy. He crossed his arms over his chest and clenched them as he spoke. “It kept fending him off and then it kept me from breaking my neck. It just grabbed onto me and stopped me from falling. I thought it was just trying to fight Kaecilius or defend the Sanctum by using me, but…”

“Now you realize that it chose to stay with you for a reason. And you question its judgment.” Wong skittered his fingers across a line of books. The whole shelf and its books were coated in a layer of dust that dissipated as he touched each book. “Ah, here it is.” He pulled a fairly heavy volume from the shelf with both hands and passed it to Stephen.

“What’s this, an instruction manual?” Stephen blew the dusty coating off of the book and cleared his throat. His eyes squinted to avoid the particles he’d set free as he read the title. “Mystical Beings, Ancient Relics, and Lost Dialects – A Collection. Just a good coffee table book you happen to have laying around?”

“The answers you seek will be in there. I’ll leave you to it then.” Wong turned towards the doorway and began to walk away.

“Wait, where are you going? What if I have questions?” Stephen thumbed through the stack of pages and looked to his friend with a sigh. “Can’t you just tell me a page number or something?”

“You have quite a bit of reading to do. We never stop being students, Stephen. Even a master of the Mystic Arts will always have things to learn.” Wong disappeared down the hall.

“You know, if I wanted nonsense like that, I’d open a fortune cookie,” Stephen grumbled to himself. He cradled the book open in one arm and casually flipped through a few pages. This book looked more like a journal. Most of the pages contained handwritten entries instead of printed spells, giving first-hand detailed accounts of battles and encounters with other mystical creatures. There were many pages dedicated to experiences with different relics, but nothing about the Cloak of Levitation in particular. Stephen sighed, suddenly feeling that he was being watched.

“May I help you?” Stephen asked aloud without looking up from the book. He heard the distinctive ruffling of the cloak’s material behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he could see the garment swaying somewhat anxiously. He kept his focus the book and continued to flip through pages as he paced up and down the aisle. The cloak trailed closely behind him, continuing to float from side to side in an attempt to get his attention. The quicker Stephen walked, the more rapidly the cloak fluttered to keep up. Stephen stood still and closed his eyes. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a slow heavy breath. “I’m trying to concentrate. Unless you know how to read this book and can tell me what page to flip to, I need you to give me some space.” He watched the cloak instantly wilt and its collar hang forward. “Don’t be like that. Come on.” He started to walk again and turned down another aisle. “I swear, you’re worse than an antsy puppy,” he said under his breath. Stephen felt a sharp poke at his side, causing him to tense up. “Hey!” He placed the open book down onto the table beside him shortly before a poke was felt on his other side. This time he flinched. “What is the matter wi- AH!” Stephen received a poke on both of his sides simultaneously before he could finish his question. “Cut it out!” 

Book back in hand, Stephen walked around a bookshelf and down another aisle. He heard the flutter of fabric and felt his heart begin to pound. This was getting out of hand now. He immediately opened a portal to another room of the Sanctum. Cradling the book under his arm, the sorcerer stepped through the portal and closed it before the cloak could reach him. What he didn’t realize was that the cloak had seen what room the portal was leading to before it closed.

“Christ, this is like a bad horror movie.” Stephen looked around, thinking of where else he could hide just to get a few minutes of peace to read. And then he heard it, what became his equivalent to the **ch-ch-ch-ah-ah-ah** sounds from the Friday the 13th films. Rustle, rustle, rustle. Beginning to panic, Stephen opened another portal into a different room of the Sanctum. He couldn’t concentrate enough to open one anywhere outside of the building. Thankfully, he was able to get into the next room and close the portal before he was seen.

Stephen found himself in a nearly empty room surrounded by some more bookshelves, a few boxes, and a few stray pieces of furniture. He just needed a safe space to read. A safe space, that’s it. I’m an idiot, he thought. With a wave of his hand, Stephen opened an entrance into the mirror dimension and stepped through it. No one would be able to see him, especially the cloak. He sat on the floor and crossed his legs, setting the book in his lap. He had only read through a handful of pages when he saw something move in his peripheral vision. He looked up.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” Stephen’s overprotective relic was floating around the room. He knew that it couldn’t see him, so he attempted to focus on reading the book. The cloak floated right by his face and made him flinch. “Christ!” Again, he tried to read through another page. After barely scanning through a paragraph, Stephen realized that the cloak was circling him. Stephen buried his face in his hands, exhaling sharply through his fingers. Was he wrong? Could it see him from outside the mirror dimension? It didn’t matter. He couldn’t keep his focus on anything under these conditions. He stood slowly and exited the safety of the mirror dimension.

The cloak immediately swirled around its master and securely wrapped itself around his waist. Stephen dropped the book on a table and lightly patted the fabric. He waited a few seconds to be released. When the cloak refused to let him go, the sorcerer started to worry. His palms gently pushed at the cloak. “Okay, personal space. You can let go now.” He pushed at it again, and then paused. “Oh no. No. Stop that.” Stephen felt the cloak deliver light pokes to different spots around his waist. “Enou-HAH!” He didn’t mean to, but he let a short laugh escape his lips. The cloak unraveled itself from around his waist and floated from side to side above him in an offensive but playful stance, ready to strike again. “This isn’t funny! I will put you back in that cabinet!” The sorcerer pointed a scolding finger at the relic. The cloak wildly snapped out at all ends, showing what Stephen took to be a combination of shock and possibly anger. Its two lower corners shook violently before the entire fabric became a blur of crimson speeding straight for Stephen. “Oh shit.” He put two shaking hands up in defense as he stepped back to brace for impact. “I didn’t mean that.” The cloak stopped a mere few inches from his face. “Really. I’m sorry.” He watched the relic lean its collar from side to side, assuming that it was thinking over his apology. A few seconds later, the fabric whirled around him and settled on his shoulders, nuzzling the corners of its collar against his cheeks. Strange sighed and dropped his arms. “Alright, settle down now. It’s okay. Just don’t poke me any-HEY!” The cloak was in far too playful a mood for his liking and getting dangerously close to learning something about its master that he wished to remain unknown. 

Stephen lifted his arms and crossed his wrists just under his chin in an attempt to start a barrier spell, but the cloak was too smart and too quick. Before he could bring his hands down, his upper body had been wrapped and restrained almost like a mummy within the folds of the cloak. Strange’s eyes widened when he saw the lower corners of fabric rising up near his sides. Now he truly panicked.

“This is ridiculous. You’re supposed to obey me and I order you to let me go and stop this nonsense.” Stephen immediately regretted making his demand. This time, the cloak did not poke him. It launched a full skittering assault up and down both sets of his ribs. The sorcerer screamed. He bent forward and tried desperately to pull his arms free. He could feel laughter bubbling in his chest. “Don’t!” 

Continuing to panic, Stephen pushed one of his sides up against a chair in an attempt to block the attack. This only caused the cloak to double its efforts. It folded its fabric into small claws and vibrated them under Stephen’s ribs. He couldn’t fight off the tickling sensations any longer and laughter began sneaking through his lips.

“Sssstohohop!” The velvet claws changed their positions and moved to his stomach. Stephen immediately tried to double over and block the cloak, only succeeding in losing his balance and falling to his knees. A low growl left his throat as he tried to cover any more laughter that threatened to escape him. “Stop ihihihihihit!” he begged through gritted teeth. Stephen lost what was left of his composure and fell face-down onto the rug, now laughing freely. No matter how much he squirmed, how desperately he pleaded, or how much force he used to attempt to pull his arms free, nothing helped. He even tried to curl into a ball to block the more sensitive areas of his abdomen, but the cloak wouldn’t allow it. In addition to the constant assault on his midsection, the cloak now added repeated flutters of its collar points at Stephen’s neck. The man let out a very embarrassing uncharacteristic squeal and started shaking his head back and forth while scrunching his shoulders to counteract the ticklish feelings. “Nonononono. What do you wahahahant?!” 

Stephen really could not handle much more of the cloak’s antics. His muscles were sore. His mind was exhausted. He could swear that his lungs were actually on fire. Strange contemplated calling for Wong, but his pride prevented him from letting anyone witness such a scene. Even if he did call out, his voice was so hoarse that he could barely whisper.  The sorcerer managed to turn over and sit up on the floor despite still trying to stifle his laughter and struggling to break free from the cloak. He reached his breaking point and any sense of composure he had left was thrown to the wind. He abandoned his struggling and slumped against a table leg while now laughing freely. Tears had squeezed from his tightly shut eyes and left trails over his cheekbones. Stephen had been laughing so hard that he started hiccupping as he tried to catch his breath. All of a sudden, the cloak peeled itself away and floated back a few feet from him. 

“Oh, no more. I can’t. I give.” Stephen collapsed into a still-giggling heap on the floor with his eyes closed and stretched his limbs out. It took several minutes for his breathing to calm down to a manageable pace. “What. Was. That. For?” He opened his eyes and looked up at the garment that hovered over him. “Were you trying to kill me?” The cloak jolted backwards and zoomed down towards Stephen. His knees went up in anticipation of another attack, but relaxed as the crimson fabric hugged one of his arms and rubbed its collar into his shoulder. A shaking hand reached up and soothingly pet the relic. “Alright, alright. Just please don’t ever do that again.” Stephen dropped his arm back down and closed his eyes again. He didn’t even have enough energy to sit back up yet. “If you let anyone know about this…” He opened his eyes again to see the cloak shaking its collar. “Good. I just want to read this so I can understand you better. Don’t you want that?” The cloak lifted its collar slowly as if it had just realized what Stephen had been trying to do. It released him and hung still in the air beside him. “Thank you.” Ignoring the soreness in his abdominal muscles, Stephen pushed himself into a sitting position and opened the book again.

“I’m never going to find anything in this.” Stephen thumbed through a few pages. An image caught his eye and he swiped a few pages back. The page he landed on had handwritten entries with an etching of the Cloak of Levitation at the top. “I take that back.” Looking closer at the words, every paragraph or so had different handwriting. They were different entries from previous masters who had bonded with it. Every master was different. Some of them weren’t even human. They had different genders, some didn’t have a gender at all. Stephen carefully read each entry, but nothing written on the pages so much as hinted at answering his question. “I put back what I took back, this is pointless.” He pushed the book across the table with a growl.

“It’s precisely what kept you from greatness. Arrogance and fear still keep you from learning the simplest and most significant lesson of all.” “Which is?” “It’s not about you.”

“Still seeing through me, even when you’re gone.” Stephen’s last moments with the Ancient One echoed in his mind as vividly as if they’d only just happened. He sighed and pulled the book towards himself again to reread the scribbled inserts. This time, he tried not to look for answers. Everyone the cloak bonded to in the past seemed to have the same issue. They didn’t do anything to gain the relic’s loyalty or even ask for it. It was as if the cloak simply made a free choice to bond with each master, including Stephen.  Even though each relationship was different, it was clear in each entry that each was initiated by the cloak.

“You don’t look for a common link. The defining quality that bonds you to a master is that there is no defining quality.” Placing an elbow on his knee, Stephen rested his head against his fist and looked at the cloak in disbelief. “You really just inherently know if someone is worthy and you bond to them without question. You’re Like Thor’s hammer, I guess.”

“I hope you found the answers you were searching for.” Wong appeared at the top of the stairs. He cast a suspicious gaze at the sorcerer. “Although, I thought you would have found it down in the library.”

“You could have just told me instead of your teaching moment bullshit, you know.” Stephen closed the book and swatted it down heavily into Wong’s outstretched hands. “You have no idea what l went through to figure this all out.”

“Where would the fun be if I gave you all the answers?” Wong chuckled to himself as he adjusted the book under one of his arms. “As I said before, you still have much to learn. I remember in the beginning, you scoffed at the very idea of all of this. You did not think yourself worthy of it even after accepting the existence of it all. Look at how far you’ve come. The cloak knew your worth then.”

“You at least could have warned me at any time about this one’s mischievous streak,” Stephen said, nodding his head towards the cloak beside him. The cloak spun around happily until it saw its master raise a questioning brow. The relic then sheepishly curled itself against Stephen’s shoulder again.

“And break the tradition of warnings coming after they are needed?” Wong smirked at his friend. 

“I think I liked you better when you were just an uptight pain in the ass.” Stephen folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against a desk. He was still trying to catch his breath. “You should leave the jokes to me before you hurt yourself,” he teased. His body froze when the cloak settled on his shoulders. He couldn’t handle another round of its antics and certainly not with an audience on top of it. Stephen exhaled a thankful breath when the relic simply rested.

“You’ve been training and studying too hard. The mind and body both need proper rest and relaxation to remain healthy.” Wong turned away and walked toward the staircase. He stopped just short of the top step and glanced back at Stephen. “The world is not in eminent danger for the time being. Take advantage. Don’t be so serious. Maybe laugh a little.” He descended the staircase smiling.

“Oh no.” Stephen heard the cloak’s ends rustle.

SWEET CHERRY TO THE STARS ✨ I am DECEASED >\\\\< !!!!

Guess who’s rewatching transformers with her parents?! I love bumblebee and sm I need to draw him more often. This is my simplified design I made for him because I suck at drawing mecha/robot stuff.

im in need of sweet Peter 3 content🥲 Maybe a Peter 3 and Harry? Something about those 2 bring me so much happiness! I'd like to see the 2 of them gang up on Peter 2! I can see 2 being like "oh no" bc his best friend and brother are coming after him"😅 He'd definitely be like..

"No, not both of you"

(Hope you enjoy Anon! 😁 Thank you for the cute idea! ❤️😁)

"No, not both of you!"

"Two tickle monsters for the price of one." Harry took a step forward. "Sounds like a great deal to me."

"Ahand me!" Three chuckled as he moved forward with the older man.

Two continued to back away from the advancing duo. "But not tohoo me!"

Harry lifted an eyebrow. "I've known you long enough to know that's a lie."

Peter 2's face flushed scarlet red. "Shut up!"

"Ha!" Three beamed as he pointed at the older Peter's face. "I knew it!

"Hush!" Two's face flamed an even brighter shade of red. "Yohou like it tohoo!"

Harry smirked at the middle Peter. "Interesting."

Three sputtered. "Th-this isn't about me! It's about him!"

"For later then." Harry turned back to Peter 2. "Besides, I haven't heard itsy-bitsy laugh in a while."

That's when the oldest Peter bolted!

He thought the element of surprise would help him get ahead of the other two, but he only made it as far as the living room before Three launched off of the wall. Peter 3 tackled his older brother to the ground and then pinned him in the same motion.

"Where'd you learn that move from!"

Three pinned Two's hands over his head. "Practice."

"No fair!"

"Nice Three." Harry took over pinning Two's arms. "You'll have to teach me later."

Two squirmed. "Don't you dare!"

"Sorry Harry." Three then loudly whispered. "But I'll definitely teach you."

Harry matched his whisper. "Thanks Three."

"You know I can hear you!"

Harry poked Two's exposed armpit. "Of course itsy-bitsy."

The oldest Peter squeaked in response.

That just made Harry's grin grow even larger. "Aww, I forgot how adorable you are Pete."

Two's face flushed bright red. "Shut uhup!"

"Ahand how ticklish." Three jumped in by spidering his fingers across the eldest's stomach. "Though he tries to deny it."

Peter 2 pulled his elbows in front of his face. He was desperately biting his lip to keep from laughing.

"Hey!" Harry spidered into his armpits. "Get back here!"

Two desperately tried to keep his arms in place while he pressed his lips tightly together.

"Come on. You're almost there."

The eldest shook his head.

"Someone's stubborn." Three moved down to his older brother's hips. "But I think we can get him."

After a muffled snort, Two exploded into loud laughter.

Harry chuckled as he wormed his fingers into his friend's neck. "There it is! I missed hearing that laughter from you itsy-bitsy."

Peter 2's laughter picked up after another snort escaped.

"I always wanted to ask Harry, why do you call him itsy-bitsy?"

"DON'T AHASK THAHAT!"

"Because the first time I found out he was ticklish I did this." The older man placed his fingers on Two's bottom most ribs then began spidering upward. "The itsy-bitsy spider went up the water spout."

"NAH! SHUT IHIT HARRYHY!"

The man paused his fingers just under his friend's armpits. "Down came the rain aaaaand . . ."

"NO!"

Harry's hands jumped down to tickle Two's sides. "Washed the spider out!"

A squeal erupted from Two.

In response, Harry gently pulled the eldest's elbows apart. "Out came the sun and dried up all the rain."

Peter 2 stuck his tongue out at his friend.

With a smirk, that same friend spidered his fingers back up Two's ribs. "And the itsy-bitsy spider climbed up the spout again."

Two snapped his elbows back into place as his laughter poured out into the room.

"Ahand that's how he got thehe nicknahame."

Three grinned as he watched the entire interaction. "Ihi sehee, and was that before ohor after yohou found out he was Spiderman."

"Before." Harry tickled Two's ears. "But then it just became even mohore fittihing."

Three cooed.

Meanwhile, Two desperately tried to avoid Harry's fingers by turning his head to the side.

"Ahand does hehe always hide like thahat?"

"Oh aaaaalways." Harry just moved his tickles to Two's other ear. "And he gets teased about it too. Don't you itsy-bitsy?"

Peter 2 didn't respond. He was too distracted by the tickling fingers brushing his ears.

"See? He's too blushy."

"Aww." Peter 3 joined in by tickling Two's tummy again. "That is adorable."

Behind the tallest Peter, Two's legs drummed against the floor. He couldn't flap his hands like he normally did in so all the excess energy in his body was diverted to his legs.

Three pointed out the drumming legs. "Hey Harry, maybe we should give him his hands back?"

"Oh, he can have them back at any time." Harry playfully shook the eldest's arms. "My grip isn't even that tight."

A look of understanding dawned over Three's face. "Ah, gotcha. He's just choosing not to take them back."

"Exactly."

"JERKS!"

"Just stating the obvious itsy-bitsy." Harry unpinned his friend's arms.

Two peered out between his elbows.

Harry's lips quirked up in a smile. "Disappointed it stopped?"

The blush on Two's face darkened.

"Three." Harry tugged up Peter Two's shirt by the sides. "Would you do the honors?"

Two managed to get out a squeak before his younger brother blew a raspberry into his tummy.

"AHH! THREEEEE!"

Peter 3 looked up at him with an "innocent" look. "Yeeees oho ticklish big brother ohof mine?"

The eldest growled and playfully pushed his younger brother. "Ihim soho getting yohou bahack lahateher!"

Three's face blushed bright red. "Shut up!"

Harry chuckled at the other two.

"You!" Two wrapped an arm around his friend's shoulders and pulled him next to him. "Get over here!"

"Ack! What are yohou doihing?"

Peter 2 dug his free hand into his friend's side. "This!"

Harry starting giggling immediately!

"No way!" Three scooted closer. "He's ticklish too!"

"Yehep!" Peter 2 tickled his hand higher. "Almost as much as you."

"Shut uuuup!" Three whined.

Harry squirmed. "Yohou're wohorse!"

"Says the one whoho lohooks like a worm on aha hook!"

Three giggled and decided to join Two in tickling Harry. He'd enjoy it for now.

After all, he would be next.

Can you do a mandalorian fic we’re him and y/n/the reader are in zero gravity and reader is being sassy so they have a silky tickle fight in zero gravity? :3

The Mandalorian Tickler

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Thanks for the prompt @teddysterk ❤️ :) First time writing for The Mandalorian 😅 Not quite the direction given, but I still hope you enjoy ❤️ :))

"Why can't I help steer the ship?"

Mando sighed. "No one flies this ship but me kid. You know this."

"But it looks so easy!"

"Y/n."

"I'm sure I could figure it out."

"Don't make this harder than it needs to."

You tried to make your eyes as wide and pleading as possible. "I promise I'll be careful!"

"No."

"But---!"

"End of discussion."

You sunk back into your seat. "You're no fun."

"Yep."

"An absolute buzzkill."

Mando pushed a couple buttons. "I know."

"A regular stupid head.

"Mh-hm."

With a groan, you sunk further into your chair. Ever since you were a kid, all you had dreamed about was flying a ship. Didn't matter the size or the make, you just wanted to fly it.

The thrum of the hyperdrive, the pop and crackle of wires, the hiss of heated metal as coolant flowed through them---it all just sparked something deep inside of you.

To be this close and not get to touch any of it was pure torture!

Your fingers twitched closer to the panel as you fought even harder to keep your fingers away this second time.

"Y/n."

You paused. "Yes?"

Mando hadn't turned away from the controls. "Don't touch."

You stayed frozen for a few seconds longer. Then when you were sure Mando's attention wasn't on you anymore, you started moving closer to the panel.

"I mean it."

Your movements paused again before slowly creeping forward a third time. Your fingers were so close!

A second later, a hand squeezed your ribs.

You squealed and jumped back into your seat. Both of you arms pressed against your ribs to shield yourself from further attacks.

When you looked up, you met the eyes of Mando's helmet. "Why did you do that!"

"I was aiming for your arm."

"You missed!"

From the helmet looking down, you swore you heard a faint chuckle. "Really?"

"Stop!"

Instead of stopping, Mando clicked the auto-pilot button without turning back to the console.

"W-what---?"

"Since you won't keep your hands to yourself, maybe I can find another form of persuasion."

A split second later, you were out of your seat and moving around the cockpit. However, you could never put enough distance between you and him.

"Mandoho, l-let's talk about thihis!"

"Well, what do you have to say?"

"Stohop coming closeher!"

"Yeah, I don't think I will."

You ducked around one of the chairs and managed to avoid Mando's arm in the process. Now your back was to the console as Mando continued approaching.

"You're making this harder than it needs to be kid."

"No Ihim not!"

"Y/n."

You scrambled back even further, but you didn't realize how close you were to the console. Instead of finding more space, you found cold metal that easily took out your legs. On your way down, you instinctively grabbed for something to stop your fall and hit a button instead.

"Y/N!"

"Oops," you thought as you floated up to the ceiling. "Sorry!"

"You turned off the gravity!"

"I tripped!"

Mando twisted and turned until he was able to roll himself over. "Now you're gonna get it!"

"Eep!" You started "swimming" towards the wall. "Nononono!"

Mando continued moving closer and closer toward you while you continued moving farther and farther away. It was hard to get far though when you were swimming through the air like a puppy over water. You scooped air out of the way and kicked your legs like a frog but you barely moved a centimeter forward.

It took a great deal of stretching before you finally touched the wall with your hand. You yanked your legs forward then pushed off like a rocket away from your attacker.

"Hey!"

You stuck your tongue out at Mando. "Missed me!"

In response, Mando launched himself off the wall toward you.

"Eep!" You scrambled to get away.

"Get back here kid!"

"No!"

As Mando pushed himself off the wall and toward you again, you launched yourself forward. This time, you didn't get very far.

Mando had anticipated your next move. He pushed his feet down and activated his jetpack. This change sent him right in to your incoming path.

"Hey!" You squirmed in his hold. "No fair!"

Mando used the pack to then get him to the control panel where he hit the gravity button again. A moment later, he landed in the pilot seat with you in his lap.

"Finally."

You turned to smile. "Uhu . . . Time to go!"

Mando tightened his grip. "You're not getting out of this that easily."

A squeal escaped you as Mando redug his hands into your ribs. "Nah! Nohot thehere!"

"What's wrong kid?" You could feel Mando's smile through his helmet.

"Yo-your fingers!"

"What about them?"

"Theheyre---theheyre---."

"They're what?"

"Ticklish!"

"Really?" Mando held up his hand to test wiggle his fingers. "Feel normal to me."

You shoved Mando's free arm and he immediately starred to tickle your tummy. "Eeeeeehehe! Mandoho noho!"

"Shouldn't have revealed your weakness kid."

"Ihi didnhn't!"

"Then how did I find out?"

"Becahause yohou hahave bahad ahaim!"

Mado chuckled. "Now you're sassing mehe?""

"Buhut ihit's truhue!"

"Oho really?"

"Yehes!" You squirmed to get out his grip. "Yohoure ahaim is terrihible!"

A huff escaped Mando's mouth. "Now you're gonna get it."

"Wha---."

A moment later, Mando wiggled his fingers into your armpit.

"AHEEEEE! MAHANDOHO!"

"So how's my aim again?"

"EEEEH! EXCELLENT!"

"And will you touch my control panel without my permission?"

"NEVER!"

Mando's other hand came up to tickle your other armpit. "Promise?"

"EEH! YES!"

"Really truly?"

You started sliding down Mando's legs. "YES! PLEASE! PLEEEHEASE!"

Finally, the tickling stopped. "Alrihight."

You plopped onto the floor and wrapped your arms around your torso. "Yohou ahare horriblehel!"

"Well." Mando ruffled your hair. "Hopefully you'll remember for the future."

You stuck your tongue at him in response.

As you recovered, beeping started coming from the panel. Mando turned to check the reading.

You immediately jumped up. "What's uhup?"

"Fasten your seatbelt." Mando locked himself in. "We've got company incoming."

You jumped back into your seat. "I've got your back."

"I know." Mando grabbed the handles. "Now let's go."

I drew sensitivesoc1ety.

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