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otomiyaa · 6 months
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Random headcanon for The Marvels:
Kamala getting caught writing fanfics where she's having tickle fights with Captain Marvel and being super embarrassed, but then Monica encourages Carol to help Kamala live her sweet innocent dream, and Carol is being all awkward as well so Monica is the one who pounces on Carol first and tickles her.
Kamala joins in, but Carol very quickly recovers and turns the tables on her, and Monica just steps away while Kamala is getting tickled by her idol and her happy squeals and cackles can be heard through the entire ship.
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tickle-beans · 6 months
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The Lesson
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Kamala slammed the door shut to Carol’s bedroom behind her.
“Look I know we didn’t get good first impressions and everything, but can ya help a girl out here?” Kamala smiled invitingly.
Carol sighed looking up from her tablet and put it to the side.
“You can’t just barge into my room like thi-
“Kamala!” Yelled the voice of Monica on the other side of the bedroom door.
Kamala frantically shook her head at Carol.
Carol smirked.
“What do you want with her Monica?”
“This little twerp won’t stop calling me Professor Marvel and needs someone to teach her a lesson!”
Carol stood up from her bed and began to walk towards Kamala who put her hands together silently mouthing pleas of mercy.
“Is that so?” Carol called to Monica through the door.
Kamala looked around the room looking for a way out, she gulped hit the lock to the bedroom door running to the other side of the room.
Carol unlocked the door just as fast and grabbed Kamala pulling her easily over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“I got her Monica,” Carol happily exclaimed.
The door to the bedroom opened and Monica Rambeau stepped through smirking.
“Well well well,” she crossed her arms.
Carol wrestled a thrashing Kamala on the bed finally managing to pin her wrists above her head, the crop top she had borrowed from Carol was now exposing her bare midriff. Monica and Carol smiled down at the teen.
“It’s rude to call people names,” Monica shrugged sitting next to them on the bed.
“Hey Monica you seeing what I’m seeing?” Carol smirked staring at Kamala’s exposed tummy.
“Oh yeah,” Monica took a look at her tummy and then at Kamala’s face. Her eyes widened.
“Monica please I’m sorry!”
“I accept your apology but you still need to be taught a lesson,” Monica reached out with her nails.
“D-don’t!” Kamala smiled thrashing, and giggling.
Monica snickered and looked at Carol.
“I think we hit the jackpot,” she hovered her nails over Kamala’s belly who was about ready to explode.
“DohohooooonHOOOOONT!” Kamala screeched the millisecond Monica’s nails dug into her vulnerable stomach.
“MONICAAAA!” Kamala squealed thrashing under Carol’s hold.
“Awww she’s ticklish!” Carol teased her armpits with one hand and held them down with the other.
“STAHAHAHAHAP PLEHEASE!” Kamala shook her head cackling and squirming.
“Stop? We’re just getting started!” Monica clapped eagerly and began spidering her 10 nails frantically on Kamala’s belly.
“EEEEEEYAHAHAAAA!” Squealed Kamala.
“Oh my goodness I think she may be the most ticklish person ever!” Monica laughed and squished across Kamala’s belly and sides.
“Nahahaaaa in nohoooot TIHICKLISH!” Kamala thrashed obviously lying.
“What a liar,” Carol rolled her eyes digging into Kamala’s hollows frantically.
Kamala kicked her feet up and down laughing so much that Monica had to straddle her hips.
“Hold still kid!” She commanded digging into Kamala’s ribcage.
“I cahaaaaant tahake it!” Kamala pleaded.
“Don’t be such a baby!” Carol giggled.
Kamala could do nothing but lay there and laugh as the two woman tickled her mercilessly.
After what seemed like hours to Kamala but in reality was only about 5 minutes, Monica and Carol finally let her breathe.
“That…. Was ….. awesome!” Kamala squealed to herself.
She sat up on the bed and sighed panting.
“I think I need another lesson!” She shrugged.
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mysteriouslee · 3 months
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Happy birthday asshole/pos
lee!kamala ler!america
(Romantic amerikhan, just how the birthday spawn likes it)
In the quiet comforts of Kamala's room, under the cool colours that illuminated their surroundings. Two girls lay under the covers, America holding Kamala from behind and their legs intertwined. It was quiet, not an unusual thing for Kamala's new home, a lot different than Jersey.
"Mala" murmured America.
Kamala mumbled in response for she was half asleep.
"I love you" America said, quite in a lovesick tone.
Kamala smiled and rubbed her thumb on her girlfriend's knuckles. America laid kisses on the back of Kamala's neck.
"Hehehe Merica thahat tihickles" giggled Kamala.
America now with a mischievous motive, stuck her hands under her girlfriend's purple hoodie and performed a jellyfish motion on Kamala's bare stomach.
"AMERICHAHA" shrieked Ms. Marvel.
"Yes love" responded the portal hopper.
Kamala pleaded for America to quit it and in good time she will but she had to do one more thing first. America bent over and blew a raspberry on the squirming girl in her grasp, prompting Kamala to snort and squeal.
"I'm sorry KK, it was too hard to resist" America stated before pulling Kamala back into their previously cuddly position.
"You're mean, you're lucky I love you" Kamala retorted.
@tickle-beans (Sorry for the late one, assignments up my rear rn)
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confusedhummingbird · 2 months
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To celebrate of International Women's Day; Here's of some of my favorite Marvel women!
List of Favorite DC Women
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comicwaren · 6 months
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“And now... now I’m so many things, and I don’t know if I can be them all.” -- Ms. Marvel
Cover art for Ms. Marvel: The New Mutant #003, “Waking Nightmare”
Art by Sara Pichelli and Matthew Wilson
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theforswornelite · 9 months
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I had to be reminded that the current Spider-Man writer Zeb "Fridged Kamala Khan for our sins" Wells is writting for The Marvels (2023)
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marvel-unofficial · 1 year
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some of my fav marvel Guys (gender neutral)... 2!
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marveltournaments · 4 months
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milimeters-morales · 1 month
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miles but he has a magnetic field due to his powers & he turned it off because he felt like it and now he doesn’t know how to turn it back on, so he just doesn’t tell anybody, not even his parents, that he had one in the first place bc that would be so embarrassing. ganke knows though bc of course he does. he threw his keys at Miles once when they just found out about his powers and laughed his ass off at them getting stuck to his forehead
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fishyyyyy99 · 9 months
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xmsmarvel18 · 1 year
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Happy International Women's Day!!
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tickle-beans · 5 months
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Tickle Monster
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Carol exhaled, and took a look around her. The cockpit of the plane smelled like her old friend, and Carol questioned whether or not Maria was looking down on her with approval or with disgust over what happened with Monica.
A knock to the door of the plane startled Carol out of her day dream. Kamala waved through the window and Carol smiled giving her the okay to come inside.
Surprisingly Kamala at first said nothing, which made Carol suspicious, usually it was all she could do to keep the little chatterbox’s tongue from falling out.
“I miss her,” Kamala finally broke the silence and laid her head on Carol’s shoulder.
“I know kid, iand that was her choice.”
Kamala frowned and turned to look out the window.
Carol had to do something to pick them up out of this obtunded state both of them were in.
So Carol reach her hand over and poked Kamala in her side, the surprise of the poke caused a sharp squeak from the teen, recoiling up against the door.
“Can you quit being so down,” Carol smiled.
Kamala hid a slight grin behind her hand and shook her head.
Carol scoffed in an exaggerated tone.
“No?” She raised her fingers in the air starting to wiggle them, which in turn made Kamala turn blood red.
“I’m going to have to make you cheer up,” Carol cooed moving towards her.
“Dohon’t,” she giggled which Carol knew was Kamala trying to say “please I really need this right now.”
Carol attacked her sides sending Kamala into squeals of giggles and laughs, she squirmed trying to push Carol’s hands away.
“Quihit it!” Kamala’s pleas filled the cockpit with a happiness that made Carol feel a million times better.
“Quit what? I’m not doing anything!” Teased Carol knowing perfectly well what she was doing.
“YOU’RE TIHICKLING MEHEEE!” Kamala snickered.
“This is complete slander!” Carol denied her actions and grabbed Kamala’s wrist holding it up above her head.
“Dohon’t you dahare!” Kamala’s eyes widened at the approaching fingers crawling towards her now exposed armpit. Carol didn’t listen, digging her nails right into Kamala’s armpit, the poor girl yelped and fought hard to pull her arm down, Carol shook her head.
“You gotta keep your arm up or it’ll only be worse,” Carol smiled and started spidering Kamala’s vulnerable ribcage.
Kamala’s laughter was hysterical, she bucked up in the air and thrashed around so much so Carol had straddle her legs and pin her arms down.
Carol puckered her lips curiously lifting Kamala’s blue cropped shirt up to her ribs, revealing her midriff.
“Don’t! Not there!” Kamala begged.
Carol ignored her, hovering her fingers above Kamala’s sensitive stomach and digging her nails straight into Kamala’s weak spot.
Kamala shrieked and struggled as ticklish sensations overwhelmed her, Carol’s nails spidered and crawled all across Kamala’s belly, every inch of bare skin tickled earned squeaks, squeals and deep belly laughter from Kamala. She threw her head back and could do nothing but laugh and laugh.
Carol rolled her eyes and stopped letting go for a second.
“Take a breath,” Carol fanned Kamala who was panting and holding her tummy.
“You’re such a mean tickle monster,” Kamala grumbled and scrunched her nose.
Carol playfully growled tracing a nail along her belly making Kamala jerk away yelping and smiling.
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mysteriouslee · 2 years
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DAY 2-4
(sorry this will be short, cuz homework and Im trying to get through the other days)
Lee!Bruno and Lee!Kamala Ler!Kamala and Ler!Mrs.Khan (MCU)
"Can I draw something on you"
"Huh"
Kamala was bored and felt like drawing tattoos, she drew a bunch on Nakia and Aamir's hands but she wanted to include Bruno.
"I want to practice drawing tattoos for fun, so I'm asking if I can draw on you" Kamala asked.
Bruno was slightly surprised by the sudden request, but knowing he can't say no to Kamala he decided to allow it.
"Uh sure, lemme just remove my hoodie" Bruno responded.
As Bruno removed his hoodie, Kamala prepared her art tools.
Bruno was expecting her to draw on his arm but Kamala said otherwise.
"OOH, Can I draw one of those cool bird? snake ? Tattoos on your side?" Kamala exclaimed with excitement.
Bruno raised an eybrow. This is fine he thought.
"Uh sure" Bruno replied
Kamala pulled out her black pen and traced the pen on Bruno's bare side. Bruno jumped, causing the pen to shift from it's position.
"Oh~" Kamala said
"Oh?" Bruno said nervously.
Suddenly Kamala embiggened her hand and arm and pinned him to her bed he was sitting on.
"Hold still Bruno, this will only be a second". said Kamala.
Mrs. Khan was down stairs just listening to music when she heard loud shrieks which she assumed belonged to either, Bruno Kamala or maybe even Aamir. She made her way to the source of the scream and witnessed the entire scene before her. Bruno was pinned to the bed and Kamala was tattooing a really nicely done bird tattoo on him.
"MRS. KHAHAHAN HAAHALP MEE" Bruno shrieked. Not only was she marking on his skin but she was lightly pinching his sides.
She felt sorry for the squirming and kicking boy in under Kamala.
"Almost done" said Kamala
Mrs. Khan knew Bruno had enough from his expression.Mrs. Khan gave her, her just reward and quickly scribbled her nails onto Kamala's stomach and the girl shrieked octaves louder than Bruno was and shrunk back to normal size. Bruno's laughter was dying down as Kamala's was getting so loud that it woke Mr. Khan (and nothing can wake that guy when he's deep in sleep).
"IM SORREHEHEHE" Kamala shrieked in the highest pitch ever with tears already out her tear ducts.
Mrs. Khan released Kamala and left the room.
"Can't take what you deal can you"? Bruno teased
"Shut up" Kamala snarled with no malice behind it.
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samasmith23 · 5 months
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While it was great to see the Ms. Marvel’s first artist Adrian Alphona return for full interior art in the Science Fair issue and not just flashback sections like in all of the other issues during the Post-Secret Wars (2015) relaunch, what the heck is going on with that “Phrenology Profiles” background display?!
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My best guess that it’s about giving first-hand demonstrations to volunteers where practitioners of that awful racist pseudo-science would measure and map out the brain to show people what the experience was historically like?
Also, I get that Alphona is famous including random and bizarre Easter eggs in the background of his artwork in Ms. Marvel (which has been a reoccurring trope since the series’ inception), but this one is just bizarre!
From Ms. Marvel (2015) #7 by G. Willow Wilson & Adrian Alphona.
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✨ ms marvel ✨
taglist under cut <3
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@the-defiance-of-dreamers
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idksuns · 2 years
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Wait wait wait, I found this in the trailer, Mr. Kulkarni in the Vishwakumar’s house?! Kamala and him are dressed up! Are they gonna become a thing now?! You guys tell me, Prashant or Manish? Me personally idk
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