#marvel petre

[deuce-t-agere]

Baby Logan is like one of those doggies that gets grumpy if he smells another doggy on you, but the other doggy is exclusively Scott

⬆️⬆️Logan when Jean is babysitting and has the audacity to show up smelling like her husband ⬆️⬆️

[thetinyblossom]

hiiii blossom :3 if it is possible can m get a cosmo from guardians of the galaxy petre (or agere wich ever is easier for you<3) board? :3 THANKS YOUS! :D if you can't do it dont worry!<3 -🌱

Hiii!!! Sure <3 Cosmo is a adorable character

🐶🌌Cosmo (Guardians of the galaxy) Petre board🌌🐶

[crysabie]

CG!Sam Cat!Bucky Petre fic!

This is my Petre Bucky fic I brought up a while ago! I decided to publish it here because I found it easier to find Petre fans here than on ao3. The title is "If you would just make one mistake (what a relief that would be)". The title is a reference to "The Only Heartbreaker" by Mitski. Fair warning: this is an introspective angst fic that references canon-typical violence. I hope you enjoy it!

-Sabie 🩷🤎🩶

P.S. - I don't think this fic needs any trigger warnings, but it does feature paranoia/anxiety and mentions flashbacks. It also has unfriendly attitudes towards petre, though they're not from any of our main characters. Let me know if you think I should warn you about anything else!

If you would just make one mistake (what a relief that would be)

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There's a thing called "maladaptive daydreaming" where you spend your whole life thinking about what it would be like to have a better life. There's another thing called an "unhealthy coping mechanism" which is when you do something bad to try and stop other bad things from happening, like smoking to stop the shakes. His therapist calls him one and Sam calls him the other, but whatever- Bucky likes to be a cat. Sue him.

Bucky doesn't know if he's always wanted to be a cat, but now that Steve's out of the picture and can't give him those big doe eyes when he curls up on the couch or pushes his head against Sam's leg for pets, he does it a lot more often. Sam will sometimes give him a weird look and mutter under his breath, but cats don't care about what their owner says unless it's about food, so he lets it go. And even if he did care, he wouldn't let it bother him, because Sam is a very good owner. He shaves Bucky's face and gives him breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and even buys Bucky a heat lamp so he can stretch out on the carpet in the winter months when the sun sets at five. Bucky thinks he likes Sam more than Steve, a little bit, but Sam gets mad whenever Bucky says that so he doesn't. Instead, he'll push his head against Sam's thigh because he can't curl his big body into his lap like a real cat would. That could be part of why it's maladaptive; that could be why it's not a good way to cope. Bucky shuts the thought down and lets his mind go quiet as Sam runs his fingers through Bucky's hair and pulls gently until the tangles are out. Bucky hardly ever has tangles these days because Sam is so good at doing his hair. Still, Sam makes a noise in the back of his throat.

"I'm thinking we should cut your hair a little. That okay?" Bucky just purrs.

Sometimes Sam wants him to be human. Bucky hates it, because when he's human he has to think Bad Thoughts about Bad People and then feel everything that comes with Bad Thoughts and Bad People, but Sam is his owner and he knows what's important. Bucky has to be human when he goes to the therapist, or when they talk about changes in the routine, or when Sam has his friends over. Sam tells him that all of his friends are Bucky's friends but Bucky doesn't believe that. If Sam's friends were Bucky's friends they would let him be a cat, right? But Bucky has to pack up his dishes, his nice brush, and the big nest of blankets Sam lets him have on the living room floor and move it all into Bucky's bedroom so they can shut the door on it. He tries not to panic when Sam takes the collar off and puts it away but it almost feels like a rejection, like taking the mask off after a mission without getting as much as a 'good boy' from his handlers. Sam always tells him he's been a good boy when he's a cat, even when all he did was brush his teeth without asking or put his hair up. Sam doesn't tell him that now, just looks at him all serious with his intense eyes and tells Bucky that he needs to be human. Bucky nods; he can't trust himself to speak.

Natasha arrives first. Ever since SHIELD went kaput Natasha has been doing a lot of "freelance spy work", which mostly means doing things illegally but being sneaky enough to not get caught. Bucky used to do freelance spy work for a while, back when he didn't know who he was but had gotten away from HYDRA. It was a bad time. He doesn't like to think about it; he likes to lick his paws and hide under the big chairs Sam bought just for him to crawl under instead, but he's human right now.

After Natasha - his mind still calls her Natalia, still remembers that room - Wanda comes. Wanda disturbs him more than Natasha because she joined HYDRA on purpose. Bucky didn't want to and for Natalia, it was an accident, but Wanda wanted it. She is good now, or so Sam tells him, but he still raises his hackles when he sees her. Sam taps his hand lightly to cut off the hissing noise beginning to emanate from his mouth.

"Hey Nat, Wanda," Sam greets carelessly, "glad you could make it." Bucky is still tense, even with Sam's hand on his shoulder now. Bucky remembers hearing about these plans the last time he was human, and Sam had been insistent on inviting-

"Hey, Buck." Bucky wants to throw up. Steve is there, with his big doe eyes, his savior complex, and his tin container of apple pie. Steve always brings food to events even though he can't cook and it's never asked for. Sam makes better pie and Bucky knows that, knows because Sam gave him a little as a treat once with a bowl of milk like he really was a cat having something it shouldn't. Bucky had felt euphoric for days even if he never told Sam. Bucky told his therapist instead and he lets his therapist know every time that they can tell Sam anything, and even if his therapist says they won't he hopes they're lying. But Steve is here even though he tells his therapist and Sam that he makes him uncomfortable, standing there with a sealed pie tin from some artisan bakery and leaning in to hug Bucky. Bucky hunches his shoulders up by his ears, so far that it smushes Sam's hand into his face and he tries not to cry because this is the closest thing he'll get to a pet all day. Steve hugs him for what feels like forever before Sam distracts him and asks Steve to help set the table. Bucky feels relief before he realizes that both Natasha and Wanda are staring at him with their big eyes like they can see through him. He needs to get out of here. Sam is gone and he can't crawl under the big chairs Sam bought for him and he can't feel his collar on his neck and he feels like he's free falling, like he's spinning out of control.

"Are you alright, Yasha?" Natalia asks. She looks at him like she can see the word "maladaptive" written on his forehead. Like she somehow knows he's "unhealthy". Bucky nods tightly and takes little sucking breaths through his nose because he can't purr right now to try and calm down. He inches away from the redheads and scoots closer towards Sam. Sam is better even if he is with Steve.

"Buck," Steve greets kindly, "I was just telling Sam about that Red Sox game you took me to right before I got pneumonia." Steve looks at him expectantly and Bucky feels sick again. Bucky knows the game he's talking about and remembers the midday heat and the sudden storm that somehow didn't stop the game. He remembers little Stevie, wet as paper in a puddle but refusing to go home and getting sick as a dog the next day. He remembers how he coughed like he was drowning on dry land and how Bucky lost his job at the pizzeria because he stayed home to take care of him. It's the expectation on Steve's face, though - it's frightening. Just because Bucky can remember doesn't mean that it was him, not any more than his human is him. Bucky is a cat now, and whatever he is or whatever he pretends to be is dead. He's a zombie when Sam needs him to be and a corpse when Steve wants his old pal. He's not good enough. He'll never be good enough.

"I tried to get you to leave, punk," is what leaves his mouth instead. The words feel like dialing a rotary number based on muscle memory and not knowledge; the phrasing and accent are old tombs Bucky doesn't recall dusting off. And yet they're still there, pristine and pretty when he needs them, but held behind this invisible barrier of 'not his'. Steve breaks into the sunniest smile Bucky's ever seen and Sam runs his fingers over Bucky's knuckles as he sets down the forks. It's not a good job but it's the best he's going to get.

Bucky feels like he's out of his body for the entire conversation with Steve, like the ghost of James Buchanan Barnes possessed him and is having a grand old time speaking to his old friend Steven G. Rogers. Even Sam and Natasha look impressed, though Wanda's eyes bore into him with a unique blankness. They all take a seat at the table and Sam serves them all some fresh greens with a black dressing. Bucky leans down to lick at it like he always does with strange foods but jerks back up at a strange ringing. When Bucky eyes Sam he sees that he's hit his fork against his glass.

"Mmm, salad," Sam says. Everyone at the table laughs; is it funny? It must be, even if it was just a reminder to Bucky that he needs to use his fork. Bucky picks it up in his flesh hand even if it's his non-dominant one, afraid he might scratch the metal with his other one. Bad cats don't get treats and Bucky wants to be a good cat, even if the only reward is a bad imitation of Sam's pie.

The dressing is balsamic vinegar and lays in thin black strands all over Bucky's baby spinach like squid ink pasta. The flavor is strangely sweet and tastes nothing like squid ink pasta, but Bucky still tries very hard not to remember the first time he had it. His therapist said that when he's facing a bad or scary memory he should try and ground himself. He focuses on the sweet taste of the balsamic vinegar and feels the snap of arugula under his teeth while listening to Sam's idle chatter. It is not squid ink pasta. He can be a good cat for Sam.

The next course is pasta. Bucky can't make himself eat it, not even if that makes him the worst cat in the world, so he begs Sam quietly for some day-old soup and a piece of garlic bread instead. Sam gives it to him without comment and directs the group's inquisitive stares away from Bucky's bland and milky soup. Bucky nibbles at his garlic bread in tiny bites and pretends his fangs are sinking into it. It helps. Steve, however, will not be dissuaded.

"No pasta, Buck?" He asks. Bucky shakes his head.

"No."

"Aww, why not? You love pasta?"

"Bucky loved pasta." He mutters vindictively. Even in his anger, he's not loud. He wants to hiss and scratch but he's still too fragile, too human.

"Come again?" Steve asks, the edges of his smile beginning to melt off his face like cherry popsicles off their little wooden sticks.

"Said I wasn't hungry," he repeats louder. "What, you hit a hundred and your ears broke?" Steve starts up a peel of raucous laughter. Wanda is not amused.

"It's not very good manners to eat before a dinner party," she says snidely. Bucky shrugs and pulls his hair out of its bun; he had put his bun up today so he doesn't feel bad about taking it down. Instead, he mostly feels relieved about being able to hide his face.

"What can I say? Sam finished dinner early and it was too good to resist." This is a lie, but he pairs it with his old smile and that twinkle in his eyes and watches Steve settle into "protect Bucky" mode. He has successfully turned the enemy against each other. He feels nauseous.

"Alright, knock it off you two." Even in his scolding Sam is amicable. Then, "Steve, come and help me cut this pie." Bucky excuses himself to go to the bathroom.

Bucky uses his metal hand to tie his hair up because his flesh one is shaking too badly. Bucky had tied his hair up this morning and Sam had been proud of him. He had been doing a good job of being human, but now he's started three problems and Sam has had to fix all of them. The least he can do is try to be a good cat and keep up with his grooming. The bun isn't as neat or as high up as it was before, betraying his anxiety and lack of coordination, but neither humans nor cats are very good at doing their hair. Sam says he keeps his short because he doesn't like the hassle. Sam wants to cut his because of the same reason. A messy bun will be okay. When he sits back down at the table there's a slice of pie and a scoop of vanilla ice cream in his spot. The ice cream is melted on the edges like whoever scooped it used a hot implement and the pie is still warm. Bucky wants to be a cat and give the pie-filling little kitten licks.

"I've always hated pie crust," he says as Steve comments "You always hated pie crust." They look at each other and share a laugh while Bucky's heart beats like a jackrabbit. What does he do now? Eat around the crust? Suck out the filling? Bucky eats the soggy, store-bought crust and the eggy ice cream Sam owns that he claims goes good with brownies. Bucky doesn't know because cats can't eat chocolate. Chocolate isn't a treat like pie; for him, it's deadly. Bucky shakes through the rest of the dinner and sweats through the movie and makes himself not cry while he hugs Steve and then finally, finally, they're all gone. Sam pats his face and goes to take a shower.

Most nights, Bucky sleeps in his blanket nest, but today he curls his body over Sam's feet. He wants to be the small, cuddly kind of cat that sleeps on its owner's feet today, the kind of cat that deserves to. Sam winces.

"You're too heavy for that man." Bucky doesn't mean to start crying but he does, long, plaintive mewls that are only broken by coughs or tears. Sam tutts at him gently and pats the space on the bed next to his torso.

"Aw, did you have a tough day Kitty? Why don't you come up here and I'll give you some pats." Bucky crawls upwards with his large, sinuous body, more like a jungle cat than a domestic breed, but Sam pets him all the same. "Like this, I can pet you all night," Sam says. "Isn't that better than laying on my feet?" Bucky is a cat, and he may not know much, but he knows the closer he is to Sam, the better.

Sam has a job. Bucky thinks that if Sam was different Bucky might not like the job very much, but Sam always leaves right after Bucky gets in sunning position and comes back after his second nap of the day. Sam always leaves food that can be eaten hot or cold too, so if Bucky doesn't feel like using the microwave it will be okay. Today Sam left him a turkey and Swiss sandwich with some apple juice. Bucky rips up the sandwich with his claws and licks at the apple juice until he isn't thirsty, then he washes his hands and lays down in the sun. There are a lot of different ways to stretch, Bucky has discovered, and none of them remind him of HYDRA. Nothing here reminds him of HYDRA anymore unless he's human, not even the bumps that the upstairs people make sometimes while Sam is gone. Before Sam, Bucky couldn't sleep at all because of the bumps. He was so afraid, all the time, and he couldn't sleep or eat or take care of himself. And then Sam started taking care of him, and Bucky eventually slept enough and ate enough that he started taking care of himself. Sam always calls him a good boy for eating all of his food and then washing his hands. Bucky used to not wash them, but then his hands would be sticky and he would cry without understanding why. Now it's better. Things are easier with Sam, and the way it's going, it may be easy without him too. Sam opens the door right as Bucky wakes up and Bucky watches with slit eyes as Sam sheds the stress of the day. The way Bucky was used to stress Sam, but now Bucky sees the way lines of tension fall away as Sam idly rubs his foot on Bucky's stomach. Bucky pantomimes biting him as playing cats often do and Sam laughs.

"Hey, buddy. Did you like lunch?" Bucky purrs happily.

[totallynoteepy]

Here is the Deadpool version!! 🖍🐈‍⬛️

so excited to see this with my friend soon! she's going to wear red and black and I'm wearing yellow and navy

wolverine version ⭐️🐺

[angelbunnyprincess]

Quicksilver moodboard!

Quicksilver is my new comfort character! I love him so much! I headcanon him as a wolf cub regressor :3

I'm watching all the x-men movies in release date order and I just watched apocalypse for the first time! I loved evan peters since AHS so im not surpirsed I love him in x-men lol <3

[prettybeearts]

i love the deadpool and wolverine movie so much!!!!

i went for a sort of crow petre and middle or teen regression vibe

[puppamoon]

CG Victor Creed stimboard !

requested by : my love <3 // reqs open!

extra headcannon : he doesn't know how to use the stove correctly so he microwaves you hot pockets

🐾 - ⛺🪵⛺️ / 🪵⛺️🪵 / ⛺️🪵⛺️ - 🐾

art in banner done by xitsensunmoon on Tumblr!

[tinie-alien]

Age regressor! Wade & Puppy regressor! Logan board 🥰

⭐ Request Info • Masterpost ⭐

[f1zzy-fr0g]

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Finally spiderman ! I can't explain how much spiderman merch I have in my room... 😥

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Requests open !

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I only do sfw stimboards. This is an agere/petre safe

place :3

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[sippycuppup]

25 Days Of Agere Moodboards! Day 11: A Character You’d Love To Be Your Caregiver !!

for a caregiver, i always thought peter parker would be a good pick :) espically peter b. parker from the spider-verse movies !!

[marsthegaymer]

Scary Movies

Parings: mommy!wanda x little! reader

Warning(S): Just age regression and fluff

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!!

Summary: A scary movie that Wanda and Y/N are watching causes Y/N to regress. What will happen when Wanda finds out they regress?

“Hey baby, can you start the popcorn in the microwave, while I get the blankets”Wanda asks from another room. I look up from my phone which has an age regressor from tiktok. I haven’t told Wanda yet but I am a little. I’m scared she won’t love me anymore and she’ll think I’m disgusting or weird. I love her more than anything and I don’t want to lose her. “Baby?” Wanda calls. I snap out of my thoughts. “I got it” I reply and go to the kitchen to grab a popcorn packet. I place it in the microwave and put it on the popcorn setting. I grab some sodas from the fridge and place it on the coffee table in the living room. 

Wanda comes into the room with two blankets and a pillow and sets it on the couch. She turns to me and instantly smiles. She walks up to me and cups my cheek with her hand. “You’re so cute baby” She says sweetly and kisses my nose. I giggle and that’s when the microwave goes off. “I’ll take care of it from here you go and get comfy, okay angel” She asks. “Okay” I say in a small voice I start to feel myself slipping.. I go and sit on the couch and get comfortable. A bit later she comes back with two bowls of popcorn. She hands me the bowl with my popcorn. I smiled when I saw she put it in my favorite Hello kitty bowl. She sets her bowl down and lays down and opens her arms. I lay down in between her legs with my back to her front. I pull the blanket over us and cuddle into her. She picks up the remote and starts the movie.

After a bit of the movie it starts to get scary and I realize it’s a horror movie. I cuddle closer to Wanda for comfort and I feel her arms wrap around me. A really scary bit comes on and I scream into Wanda’s chest. I fully slip into little space and start sobbing. Wanda pauses the movie and turns it off. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s all gone. I’ve got you” She says softly. “It’s so scawwy mommy!” I say into her shirt. I paused when I realized what slipped. “ I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” I say over and over again as I pull away. Her gaze softens and she pulls me in. “It’s okay little one. I’m here, Mommy’s here” She says softly. I cuddle into her chest and wrap my arms around her. She runs her hands through my hair and she whispers sweet nothings into my ear.

 After a while I calm down and she pulls away. She brushes the hair out of my face and smiles. “ Hey, why didn’t you tell me you were a little?” she asks. “ I fought you wouldn’t wub me anymore” I say sniffing.

She sighs before saying” Baby, nothing could ever make me love you any less. Nothing in the whole world. You don’t have to hide who you are from me. I love all of you, even your little side. You’re so special to me, I don’t care if you even pet regress. I love you so much little bug” She says. “ Really, really” I ask softly. “Really, really” She says smiling. I hug her tightly and she hugs me back. “Now how about we watch a Disney movie, Yeah?” She asks. I nod softly while sucking on my thumb. She giggles at me. “You’re so cute bub, Do you have any pacis baby” She asks. “ Jus one mommy” I replied. “ Where is it, and what stuffie do you want, little one? '' She asks sweetly. “ I wan fwoggie and it in my cwoset” I say. She smiles and gets up. I whine and make grabby hands at her. “ Up! Up!” I exclaim. She giggles and picks me up.

“ Alright baby. Are you ready to watch Alice In Wonderland” Wanda asks. I nod cuddling into her with fwoggie in my arms. “Alright let’s start the movie” She says pressing play. “I wub chu mommy” I say while yawning. “ I love you more, bug” She says while running her hands through my hair. I’m glad I have a mommy who loves me and I love her.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed and I am taking requests!

Who I write for:

Marvel

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Kate Bishop

Carol Danvers

AHS

Cordelia goode, Wilhelmina Venable, Billie Dean Howard, Ally May-fair Richards

And some others

[totallynoteepy]

Cg! Storm - X men

I never see any agere media about her or any other xmen aside from logan and sometimes nightcrawler

[ur-fav-is-agere]

Kamala Khan from Marvel

Is a puppy regressor!

[chiikawababy]

Hiii!!! Hello!!! Could I please request a moodboard/stimboard of Kamala Khan (Ms Marvel)? I headcanon her as a puppy regressor so maybe some fursuit paws too? Thank you!!

MS MARVEL

🦴 stimboard / sensoryboard

🐕 petre puppy themes

🦴 req for anon! reqs open

🐕 sfw interactions only

ps srry if its not accurate i dont know much abt her but i tried my best!!! >_<''

[papabearblogs]

・┆✦ʚ Welcome to The Underground ɞ✦ ┆・

Greetings I'm Alastor! I'm 19 years old and, I'm a trans man who uses he/they and I'm bisexual. I'm in a loving relationship with my boyfriend and babybat @tomurabab I'm Autistic with ADHD so please be patient with me. DNI and BYF and more are under the cut.

DNI If you match the following criteria!!

Proship/fic/variants or supporters, abdl/ddlg/variants or supporters, vent blog of any kind, nsft blog of any kind, and sexualized diaper usage.

BYF

I'm mentally ill and can get burnt out very quickly so I might not post often. I'm not looking for anyone to take care of as I already have a tiny that I look after.

I will post mostly art, and headcanons, the fandoms that I'm really interested in at the moment are:

• My Hero Academia

• Undertale

• Deltarune

• Marvel

Thanks for reading this far I hope that you have a wonderful day/night!

[dragonetre]

Does anyone know who made this? I downloaded it a while back and went to look for it again, but I couldn't find it on Tumblr.