A Lee Would Run 500 Miles

"One last time; I promise. My name's Miles Morales, and this blog is...uh, well... That t-word thing, you know. But don't get confused; I'm not tickl-- Ugh... I'm about 40% ler, I think." (This sideblog is run by a panda: @hexalianrebel-blackfeathers) SFW only.

[carrie-tate]

If you're still taking colored re-draws, perhaps the one with lee!Miles where Peter is picking him up in a hug? Always found that one adorable! Your art is so amazing and it's wonderful to see it revisited with your skills!

It's time to go back and do some coloring on an old sketch ✨

And as I understand it, we are talking about this sketch ùwú (I still like the pose in this drawing, I'm proud of myself ✨✨✨)

[milesofblackfeathers]

Miles if you want to know who this Spider-Man is that would be Miguel O Hara aka Spider-Man 2099 while you and your friends were fighting KingPin and his goon squad the collider was also affecting his home he tried to use his technology to stop it unfortunately his plan didn’t go the way he wanted and ended up in a dimension called Earth-67 where he ended up getting into a petty feud argument with Earth-67 Spider-Man. 

——

“Whoa, seriously?” He asked as he looked over the picture. “His costume is so awesome! I wonder if I’ll get to meet him.”

[milesofblackfeathers]

Miles blinked, lifting the photo and message out from under something on the shelf. He snorted as he looked it over, chuckling as he shook his head.

"Man, feels like this was forever ago..." He sighed, smirking for a moment. "Actually, I'm kind of surprised I haven't seen Miguel around here. ...Or maybe I should be glad he hasn't found me yet."

He folded the note and photo back up, slipping it into a case on the shelf.

[milesofblackfeathers]

Casually gives Miles a poke to the side.

He flinches slightly before spinning around. "Gwen?" He smiled brightly as he saw her. "Hey, it's been forever!"

[gwenofpinkfeathers-deactivated2]

”Well you know me. I’ll never pass up a chance to tease my best friend about his, ‘sensitivity.’”

She teased him by wiggling her fingers around his neck, giggling as she did so.

[milesofblackfeathers]

He giggled brightly, leaning backwards and poking her in return. "Don't go starting fights you can't finish, Ghost."

[milesofblackfeathers]

Who gave YOU of all people the right to be so efficient at flustering people??? Where did you learn that??? Stop at once

He sort of swaggers, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he sneers playfully. "Could've been the Spider bite? Heightened senses and all." He shrugged, letting his eyes wander off somewhere. "Or maybe ya'll just need to step your game up. Get good, nerds~" He taunted, rocking back on his heels.

[milesofblackfeathers]

Casually gives Miles a poke to the side.

He flinches slightly before spinning around. "Gwen?" He smiled brightly as he saw her. "Hey, it's been forever!"

[gwenofpinkfeathers-deactivated2]

Gwen giggles and brushes a stray hair aside. “It has, i’s good to see you. And good to see you’re still as ticklish as ever.”

[milesofblackfeathers]

He scoffed, resting his hands on his hips. "You have a lot of nerve trying to make comments, Penguin."

[milesofblackfeathers]

Casually gives Miles a poke to the side.

He flinches slightly before spinning around. "Gwen?" He smiled brightly as he saw her. "Hey, it's been forever!"

[arson-jellyfish]

AI disturbance overlays for those who don't have Ibis paint premium. found them on tiktok

[quitetheweirdegg]

how do you use these?

[arson-jellyfish]

Put these on the top layer above everything, set layer to 'overlay' then adjust opacity. You can put it on whatever opacity you want but usually 30%+ is most effective.

The point is to obstruct the picture so AI can't read your image because AI counts every single pixel in your art

[arson-jellyfish]

By this post alone, in less than 5 hours.

I need you all to calm the fuck down

[skylarkking]

NEEDED AND NO WE WONT THIS IS BRILLIANT

[bees-official]

Art people pls use this

[th3ratk1ng]

@just-hyper-active gonna use these for art (like draw on them)

[its-just-hyper]

Oh I have these!! Yeah I use them for fun trippy filters on my art occasionally

[papermoonashsurix]

helpful

[gingerlee-holds]

@lionkid !!!!!

[milesofblackfeathers]

*appears out of the shadows* Sooooo how are things for the city’s most ticklish hero? -🧋

He flinches slightly, chuckling as he realizes it's you. "I don't know. You should probably go find them." He taunted, hands in his pockets.

[milesofblackfeathers]

*flinches, chuckles awkwardly then sighs* t-thanks for that.

… if you’re implying if I got attacked I didn’t, it was a friend of mine. When I got there he was out of breath and sweating. I thought he went on a run.

But I was wrong when I saw it glitch next to him... he told me was playing with it before I arrive- *stops and sees you with the Pom Pom your hand*

… you took it out of the jar why?

-🌻

He eyes you curiously, shifting the jar again as he observed the mimic. "I didn't...?" He smirked a bit. "Unless you think I should. But if it's dangerous, we should probably leave it be."

[milesofblackfeathers]

It wasn’t too difficult to catch… caught it while it looks like a Pom Pom.

You can tell this one is a mimic clearly because of the pink spots on the white fluff, though it is normal for regular pom poms, this Pom Pom’s spots in the jar look perfectly circular then this one.

*takes out a regular spotted Pom Pom to show the difference*

It’s harmless but I wouldn’t say it didn’t attack…

-🌻

Miles blinked curiously, chuckling a bit. "Personally, I'm not used to seeing Pom-poms with spots, but I do kind of see what you mean."

He turns the jar in his hands before eying you warily. "Are you implying something?" He asked with a slight smirk. "If you are, then I'm really curious how you managed to catch it, of all people." His tone was playfully mocking, and he poked your side quickly for effect. "I guess I can take it off your hands for now, see how Miguel wants to handle it."

[milesofblackfeathers]

*sighs in relief* Ok good, reason I asked is I think this little guy here *pulls out a white Pom Pom in a jar from my bag*

is a mimic, it was glitching before I trapped it and as a spider person I assumed this is something you deal with… t-the glitch type of thing I mean.

-🌻

"Oh, really?" He asked just a bit warily, taking the jar to look closer. "How did you catch it? And how did you know it was a mimic? Did it attack you?"

[milesofblackfeathers]

*gets up* Sick! And yeah I’m fine, I just don’t like doing double knots on my laces. *leans down to re-tie shoe lace before getting up*

But seriously I have a question… *inhale* *exhale* do you know what a mimic is?

-🌻

"A mimic like a monster? Or do you mean something else?"

[milesofblackfeathers]

*tasers his sides and runs away cackling* Gotcha Spiderman!!! -🧋hope everyone is okay and doing well

He yelps and flinches sharply, electricity jumping off of his body. "Hey! Not funny!" He calls after them, even though he laughs happily at the prank.

[milesofblackfeathers]

Miles! Mile- *trips on shoe lace* WOAH *falls down*… ow

*get’s up, brushes off before looking up at you* miles hey! Do you have a minute?

-🌻

He rests his hands on his hips, smirking slightly. "Kid, every time you roll up, you're falling over something." He said casually. "Are you alright? I'm getting worried. But, yeah, I guess I'm free."

[hexalianrebel-blackfeathers]

Squid Surge

Panda’s Notes:  We all know Olivia Octavius is prime ler material, but in 6 whole years, I haven't seen a thing. So here's a thing. >w< Blame @carrie-tate for this one. I love this picture.

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There’s something about staring into the pulsating epicenter of an interdimensional rift that changes you.

There’s something about losing your lab’s main source of funding that changes you too, but that’s neither here nor there.

The last few months were spent on research. Peter Parker had reportedly been 26 years old when he died…Spiderman had only appeared in the city about a decade ago, give or take. It had been barely a year after that first appearance when she and Spiderman became recurring enemies.

Sixteen years old. Maybe seventeen. She’d been fighting over and over—reworking and redesigning machine after machine—to fight a child. It was a bit funny, to say the least; in fact, it explained a lot. His terrible humor; his exaggerated voices for those first few years; his…unorthodox plans.

…She would miss him. In a sense, of course.

The universe is a funny thing though. Hardly a day after Peter was gone, three entirely different Spider-characters had given her a hell of a fight in the woods just outside of Alchemax. One of them being a nearly-identical—not counting the obvious difference in age—Peter Parker, and another with the ability to turn completely invisible. Now, that was something.

The one with the invisibility power; he’d first appeared in the Alchemax building alongside that second Peter, in a terrible store-bought spider suit and barely able to use his ability consistently. It was kind of adorable, like watching a kitten’s first attempts to climb. In the heat of the chase, it touched something human deep inside of her—She’d have to make a note to fix that—and she couldn’t help teasing him a bit in the moment.

The next day had been the collider’s final one. Six Spiders in total, five of which disappeared through the fluctuating rifts. She’d made the mistake of believing the smallest one—who showed up in a black-and-red suit after showing off his invisibility—was a seventh variant, but it’d only lasted a moment. The others had recognized him; they were so happy to see him. It might have felt nice to kill him, in that moment.

But she hadn’t; she honestly didn’t fully remember what happened. She awoke on a hard surface, her pneumatic arms clutching for purchase on something. Blood was running down her face and some bone somewhere was definitely broken. The whole chamber was filled with light in colors she had never imagined. The air was being pulled toward one of the portal generators; the temperature shifted wildly as everything swirled, and for just a fleeting moment, she had a glimpse into a web of something infinite and indescribable.

So, yeah. Minor Existential Quandary. No big deal. Not an issue at all.

Recovery was an interesting time spent between different casts and braces, readjusting actuators and programs. No one took much notice; lying low between the chaotic moments was something she took a sort of pride in. The news droned on in the background every time; the word on the street was a particular, brand-new black-suit Spiderman. She was curious about him; she admired his sacrifice. But days turned to weeks, turned to months. He didn’t disappear; he didn’t falter; if anything, he was improving quickly for such a small thing. He was supposed to be here, in this dimension.

That brings us back to this. She’d wracked her brain trying to remember that night. The whole week had become a bit fuzzy with the head injury, but something stuck about. Miles. Spoken like a name. She’d heard it a few times during the encounters they’d had. They were all just so talkative, weren’t they?

Hacking into databases wasn’t necessarily a strong suit of hers. Not to say that it’s hard, but it’s nowhere as easy as robotics. Miles is an interesting name to search for too, all things considered. Not common enough for her to scrap the search entirely—Like Peter, funny enough—but not so rare that the hunt was a simple handful of clicks. And she adored a good puzzle.

Now, how to narrow this down… If the precedent held true, the kid would be under 20 years old. Great. That removes…40% of the results. That’s still a few dozen in the area though, less puzzling now and more downright luck.

…Olivia doesn’t really believe much in luck. What she does believe in is probability. Such as, if someone were to, say, spread an itty-bitty little rumor through the proverbial criminal grapevine about a new secret project Doc Ock was working on; well, then the probability that such information would get to Spiderman was nearly 100%. And then, the probability that Spiderman would simply have to infiltrate Alchemax to confirm such a rumor was…

Actually, that brings us to the present. The brace on her leg kept the occasional aches from distracting her; the one on her wrist had just become a habit from weeks of routine. She stood in her personal lab, making a few final calibrations. Frankly, the timing was impeccable. The tablet beside her, showing schematics and diagnostics for the mechanism on the table, had a small grid of dots in one corner that shifted from green to red in a sort of line before only one dot stayed red. She tapped the grid, making it the focal program on the screen, and she smirked to herself as she lifted the apparatus enough for it to attach itself onto her back. It felt lighter; less metal hidden in the tubes definitely helped. The arms lifted her weight off the floor easily; that part hadn’t needed any changing.

“One last thing.” She finally spoke, pulling her glasses off while one of the arms passed her goggles into her hand. “I’ll need to test the new program; it’d be so nice to have some assistance~” She pressed the red dot on the tablet, and a loud hiss suddenly came from the ceiling behind her, quickly followed by a startled yelp. She turned with a grin, finding a flailing partial-silhouette made of fire suppressant powder. “How nice of you to drop in, Spider-Man.” She taunted playfully, lashing an arm across the room toward him.

He dodged to one side, perching himself on a table as he let himself become visible again. “I-I—How…?” He stammered out, ducking away from another arm trying to grab him.

“It’s a temperature detector, sweetie, not a person detector. In fact, I had to increase its sensitivity just for you!”

He glared at her—Don’t ask how she can tell—before lunging to one side and attempting to rush at her. She had lifted herself up and backwards to stand on the workbench, and Spider-man flinched as all four arms lashed toward him. He fired off a web, attempting to pull himself out of the way, but she managed to catch him by one ankle and drag him close enough for another arm to coil around his wrist. The claw shoved into his hand, blocking the trigger on that web shooter as he flailed nervously.

“Huh, the speed adjustments paid off too.” She grinned, tapping her chin as she watched Spiderman grab at the plastic tubing.

“This is the secret project I heard so much about?” He let out a huff, and she could feel the air tingle as sparks started to jump off of him. “Can’t say I’m impressed.”

Her smirk didn’t falter at all. “Sorry, Miles; I made a point to keep this design completely      insulated from electricity.”

He froze up completely. Oh. She actually hadn’t meant to let that slip so early. But given his reaction…

“I don’t—” He tried to speak, but the new anxiety was dripping from his voice.

“So that is your name!” Olivia laughed. “Honestly, you Spiders really should work on keeping your mouths shut during these little fights.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Octavius.” He growled, looking away and prying harder at the claw on his wrist.

She eyed him skeptically, shaking her head. “You can play tough if you want, but I do have to tell you: You were wrong earlier; my secret project is actually this little program.” She emphasized the statement by running the command, leaning casually on the workbench as she was set back on the floor. Two of the remaining arms moved suddenly, the claws squeezing gently at his sides. The reaction was instant and, frankly, hilarious.

Spiderman let out a panicked sort of noise, his free hand grabbing at one of the offending claws. “A-Aye, watch it; tell your vacuum tubes to keep their hands to themselves!”

Olivia let herself chuckle, twirling her finger casually in the air as the claw on his other side mimicked the motion. “Oh, come on now, Spiderman; you think I’ve never heard that one before?” She taunted, smirking as she watched him squirm. “Besides, it’s not like they’re doing anything; you’re fine.”

She waved her hand dismissively, pretending to turn her attention elsewhere while both claws suddenly moved faster. The gentle squeezes became very purposeful kneading from his hips to his ribcage, and Spiderman—Miles—kicked wildly as a startled laugh managed to escape. Olivia glanced back at him, crossing her arms and hoping her sarcasm didn’t show too much. “You still alright up there?”

Miles was definitely glaring at her if his tone was any hint. “You’re doing this on purpose…” He tried to growl, but it sounded a lot more like stifled giggling.

“Doing what~? I’m not doing a thing. The program is just a maintenance tool. Keeps all the joints working, like cracking your knuckles.” She tapped her chin. “Unless, of course…”

“Shut up.” He snarled, trying to scrunch himself up as both claws crawled tauntingly slow up his sides.

“…You’re ticklish.”

There was a beat of silence as they stared at each other, and electricity jumped off of Miles’ hands again.

Olivia sneered as she let the claws strike; one of them resumed the pattern of squeezing up his side while the other tickled mercilessly under the arm he was dangling by. And wow, it really shouldn’t be this easy; this was just unfair. Miles actually burst out laughing, his escape efforts redoubling in the form of much more aggressive kicks. Olivia simply kept her distance, chuckling as she pulled the tablet on her desk closer to make a few notes.

Reaction times were good; pressure calibration seemed accurate; minute motions were apparently quite realistic, if that squealing was anything to go by.

“Are you having fun?” She taunted, reaching to sneak a poke on his stomach and snickering when he nearly connected a kick through his laughter. “I think this is fun. Now…” She tapped her chin as she examined her notes…

Logic and Opportunity… In a situation where a problem is presented, these two will balance in some way. Most people, when an opportunity presents itself, will try to logic out the surrounding circumstances to decide if the opportunity is truly worth taking at the time. A computer, however, gathers all the logical information it has, determines an optimal solution, and when an opportunity to perform that solution appears—

…This is all to say that Olivia finally lashed out with her remaining actuator, the claw snatching Spiderman’s mask off of his face.

Oh…This feeling again.

Spiderman—Miles—looked shocked for a second, the momentary joy in his eyes giving way to a panic that was…primal, to say the least. Fear that everything was going to fall away. The sight of impending death, and the knowledge that you aren’t ready.

Olivia hesitated. There’s something about staring into the eyes of the kid you had made deliberate plans and attempts to kill that changes you.

Both of them were frozen; his face was hard—determined—but it didn’t disguise the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. His mind was completely blank.

What was she thinking? She realized quite suddenly that she hadn’t fixed that pesky humanity. His face softened as she thought; her expression must have changed.

What had actually changed was that her arms had lowered him closer to the floor, the grips of the claws loosening enough for—Right, they were fighting. He wrenched his hand, opening the claw on his wrist enough to pull free, and he broke into a sprint the second he hit the floor. She reflexively pulled herself out of the way, stumbling slightly as her legs hit the workbench. Olivia looked quickly around the room, only to find herself alone. His mask had fallen to the floor; he wouldn’t leave without it. She was about to adjust her goggles to shift filters, but a familiar crackling over her shoulder caught her attention. She felt a hard shove, most of the electricity absorbed by the apparatus as the arms moved to keep her from falling. Static tingled through her shoulders as she turned to face the boy standing poised on her desk. She could handle this; she just needed to focus.

[ERROR!]

The message flashed in the corner of her vision, and Miles squinted at her, apparently spotting the backwards text through her goggles. She fell suddenly to her own feet, the actuators shifting as the device on her back sparked. A dull ache shot through her spine; they weren’t responding to the neural link. Not really a great time for that, but nothing she hasn’t dealt with before.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t prepared for two of the claws to start tickling her sides, and Miles stifled a laugh at the giggling snort that escaped her. Yeah, actually, forget that poignant revelation she just had; she’s still going to kill him.

“You little brat!” She barely managed to get out, her tone nowhere near as accusatory as she’d wanted through her own growing laughter.

He stepped back slightly when she staggered forward, and he crouched on the desk, resting his chin on one hand as he watched her crumble with a slight smirk. “Y’know, you’re right; this is kind of fun.”

Now, he was the one to hesitate, not that she was able to focus fully on him or anything. She heard his web shooter fire, and the mask was snatched off of the floor. There was a faint tapping before he gave an exasperated sigh. “¿Cómo encuentras algo?” He huffed before, suddenly, the actuators went mostly still. They still spasmed occasionally, and when they attempted to retract back into the apparatus just left three of them deflating on the floor.

[EMERGENCY OVERRIDE ACTIVATED, SHUTTING DOWN]

She’d barely caught sight of the message through the slight haze in her eyes just before her goggles darkened and deactivated. She took the time to catch her breath before she pushed herself up, one of her hands moving to rub her side as the giggles faded away. Spiderman was gone, as far as she could tell—Smart kid—but her glasses had been webbed to the ceiling. Smug little brat.

Olivia fished one of her many spare pairs out of a drawer on her workbench, sighing as she pulled the tablet closer and flicked through the different programs. A thirty-character access code later, she was scrolling back through the security footage for this room. One of the angles had a crystal-clear shot of Miles’ face. The ideas that must have been running through his head to put that much fear in his eyes…

No one else had access to these records until the security backup at the end of the night. Olivia valued her privacy more often than not.

Logic and Opportunity. When a situation presents itself, a computer will logic out a solution and perform immediately when the opportunity arises.

Olivia took a deep breath, held it, and let it out. She deleted the footage.

A dot on the grid program shifted subtly from red to green, and she smiled.

There’s something about humanity that changes you.

[milesofblackfeathers]

Recognizing Miles from behind, Gwen gently taps his left side, then side-steps to his right.

"Did ya miss me?"

He flinched just a bit, turning sharply. His Spider Sense hadn't even gone off. When he finally saw her, his eyes lit up.

"Gwen, hey!" He said brightly, moving as if he was going to hug her, but hesitating shyly. "It's, uh, great to see you." He spoke in a poor attempt at sounding casual, blushing softly as he grinned.

[gwenofpinkfeathers-deactivated2]

God this was torture! Gwen arched her back and screamed before revolving to helpless laughter as the tingling static tickled her nerves from within!

"Cheater! Cheater! CHEATER!" She complained!

[milesofblackfeathers]

"It's not cheating if you love it~!" Miles taunted with a shrug, letting his fingers walk across her stomach. "What are you complaining for anyway? Like you wanted to give me any mercy before. Or are you just trying to get me back on your toes again?"

[milesofblackfeathers]

Recognizing Miles from behind, Gwen gently taps his left side, then side-steps to his right.

"Did ya miss me?"

He flinched just a bit, turning sharply. His Spider Sense hadn't even gone off. When he finally saw her, his eyes lit up.

"Gwen, hey!" He said brightly, moving as if he was going to hug her, but hesitating shyly. "It's, uh, great to see you." He spoke in a poor attempt at sounding casual, blushing softly as he grinned.

[gwenofpinkfeathers-deactivated2]

"Sh-shut up! It'ssss a REFLEHEHEX!" She squealed, kicking her legs and laughing aloud as Miles tickled her waist and hips!

"Naaahahaha! Oh my gaaahahahd! Ddooohohohonnn't!" She was hysterical!

[milesofblackfeathers]

Miles eyed her curiously, dragging his nails up her sides back to trace her armpits. "Don't...what?" He asked carefully.

[gwenofpinkfeathers-deactivated2]

Poor Gwen, so ticklish and teased that she failed to see the trap set by her friend. Curling her toes and giggling as her pits were gently tickled, she replied.

"Tihihihickle me!"

[milesofblackfeathers]

Miles snickered, smirking down at her. "Oh, my Gods, Penguin. That's amazing." He teased. "But that's silly. If I wanted to tickle you, I'd do something like this!" He said quickly, his hands sparking before he dug his fingers into her ribs and sent small shocks through his touch.