#I like how I drew tech far better than how I drew phil but fuck it gross animal feet are fun to draw lmao

[unreasonablebehaviour]

frequently bought together

#mcyt #dmsp #technoblade #philza #these are like the most basic ass designs lmao 😂 #I like how I drew tech far better than how I drew phil but fuck it gross animal feet are fun to draw lmao #do not separate them #old man cane both cause of hehe old™️ and his kin list ghgh//

[secretlyblue12]

Day 4: Jack O'Lanterns

Halfway through the first week already,,, oh boy. This one was a bit tougher, I was indecisive on what I wanted to do but hope this worked out okay. Of course I had to do another one where Tommy's the lee because,,, why not. But Phil's in this one pog!

“Look! Look at mine, I’m gonna make it have a werewolf Wil!” Tommy shouted from across the folding table. Wil did in fact look over, just like he already had at least five times already, just to see the big smile across Tommy’s face with his messy sketch of some barely recognizable blob of a werewolf on the face of his pumpkin.

Ahh, pumpkin carving. Wil both loved and hated the time of year where his family all stood outside for hours trying to make the perfect pumpkin to sit on their porch for a few weeks before it rotted away. His favorite part, by far, was being able to see how excited Tommy got every year.

“Yeah, it looks great Tommy, but have you seen mine? I drew a sheep.”

Tommy scoffed, reaching for a knife to start carving. “Yeah, but a werewolf is so much cooler than a sheep. Like, my will eat your sheep.”

Wilbur shook his head, letting the boy have his fun, and turned to Phil and Techno to see how their carving was going. Phil was using a spoon to scoop out his seeds, while Techno had already moved on to carving out his crown shape.

Things moved smoothly after that, or at least they were meant to, but Tommy was still dead set on being obnoxious and flinging seeds at Wilbur when he thought Phil wasn’t looking.

It didn’t take long for the others to catch on of course, especially not when Wil started flinging his own back. As Techno would say, all is fair in love and war, but when Tommy missed and hit Phil instead was when they knew they were fucked.

“Alright,” The birdman said, standing up from his seat and walking over to Tommy. “I’m done. No more throwing seeds, boys. I mean it.”

Wilbur settled back down, ready to watch Tommy who was already too hyped up to calm down for anyone dig his own grave.

“And what exactly is going to stop me? Wil deserves it! He- Phil what are you doing?”

Phil had snuck behind Tommy and hooked his head over Tommy’s shoulder. “Nothing, just keep going as normal then I guess. Keep on gutting your pumpkin.” Tommy looked absolutely confused, which Wilbur couldn’t say he was in a better state either. It was obvious the older man was planning something, but neither was sure what until Tommy reached back into his pumpkin wearily and grabbed a handful of stringy seeds.

Phil mimicked the motion, clawing into Tommy’s stomach and following him when he leaned back, pushing himself further into Phil. “Phihil! Wha-haha, stohop It.”

“Hmm?” Phil crooned in Tommy’s ear. “Stop what, I’m just doing like you were Tommy. Is something wrong?”

Tommy shook his head, face burning bright pink. If there was one thing Tommy could never handle while being tickled, it was someone acting like nothing was happening at all.

Wilbur couldn’t help but smile in his direction, though Techno scoffed and huffed out a chuckle next to him. Tommy being tickled wasn’t uncommon, but usually, it took more for Phil to go in on him.

Tommy brought his elbows to his sides and pulled his hands out of the pumpkin to push away Phil’s hands only to be chastised, “Keep going Tommy, what’s stopping you? Be sure not to make a mess, your hands are all slimy.” Which he wasn’t wrong, Tommy’s hands looked absolutely disgusting. The teen had refused to use the spoons they had brought out, preferring his hands instead because ‘I’m not a pussy like you’.

Tommy, much to Wil’s surprise, held his hands gripping the edge of his pumpkin before they fell back into the mess. He was giggling up a storm, head thrown back against Phil’s shoulder, and wiggling around where he could.

Phil crawled his fingers around Tommy’s waist, making the blonde squeal and twist from side to side. “Careful mate, what’s gotten into you? You’re like a worm on a hook, twisting like that. Are you sure you’re feeling alright? You look a bit feverish. Wil, Tech, does he look a bit pink to you?”

Techno hummed and tilted his head, “ A little bit, not sure. The lighting is a bit off, oh he tucked his head into your neck Phil I can’t see him anymore, can you get him to look at me, yeah perfect, like that. Yeah, I think he looks pretty pink to me. What do you think Wilbur?”

Tommy, who had been trying to hide in the crook of Phil’s neck practically gave himself whiplash trying to get away from the raspberry Phil blew on him. “Phihil! Dohon’t. Shuhut up Ihi’m nohot!”

Wilbur put his chin in the palm of his hand, leaning against the table. “Yeah, you could even say he looks tickled pink, actually. Are you feeling good Tommy? Maybe a stomach bug, does your tummy feel weird at all?”

Tommy’s hands jerked in the pumpkin again, knocking it over on it’s side when Phil went down to squeezing his hips. “PHIHIL! IHi, I cahan’t.”

Phil chuckled softly, easing up a little but still keeping his fingers fluttering over Tommy’s stomach. “You can’t what? Can’t tell if your stomach feels weird. Maybe we should take you to the doctors just in case.”

Tommy seemed to slump into Phil’s arms, leaning back against the older while he attacked him. “I hate yohou, soho so muhuhch.”

Wil gasped dramatically, “That’s not nice, you can’t say that to Dad!” but Phil didn’t go back to being rougher like before, he practically had hearts in his eyes with how soft Tommy was right now, even if Tommy’s words showed a different picture. Tommy almost never showed direct affection, ever since he was little he had been obsessed with being a man, and had only ever given Phil genuine and fully hearted hugs on occasion.

Phil slowed his fingers to a stop, bringing his arms around Tommy’s waist and hugging him from behind. “Alright, that’s enough for now then. Behave yourself, alright Gigglyinnit, or I’ll have to come back.”

Tommy nodded, waiting a minute to pull away from Phil, who handed him a paper towel for his hands. “And good job, Toms, for keeping your hands off. I really didn’t want to try to get pumpkin stains out of all of our clothes.”

Phil went back to his chair, and Tommy sunk down against the table, wiping his hands first before rubbing out the leftover tingles from the attack. Nothing else was said until Tommy let out a whine, picking his pumpkin up from where it had rolled onto the grass.

“My pumpkin! It’s got a crack in it now, Phil!”

Phil laughed, switching out Tommy’s with his own. “There you go then mate, and look, it’s pretty much all cleared out already. Have a blast then”

#mcytickletober #tickletober #mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #day 4 #lee!tommyinnit #ler!philza #sbi #blue's fic #tickling #tickle fic