#og ant man

[antvnger]

"You're using the suit for shenanigans!?" Hank stared at Scott in silence for a while before breaking into a smile. "Good. I did the same thing all the time. You've proven you know what you're doing. Have at it." -@og-ant-man

Scott couldn’t help but collapse with a sigh of relief. A reprimand for his suit uses was not what he wanted today. “Whew! Oh okay, thanks, Hank. I feel better. That means a lot to me, thanks.”

Scott tilted his head a bit and smirked. “You pulled shenanigans in the suit? Now this I gotta hear. What kind of things did you do?”

[thegrandharveyspecter]

Harvey entered the nearest café, looked around until he found a vacant table. Well, partially vacant. There was another man sitting there, but right now, Harvey didn't care. He just needed to get out of sight.

He walked up to the table, gesturing to it as he looked at the man sitting there. "Mind if I take a seat? I need a minute."

@og-ant-man

[neonsoundbite]

"I can't find it anywhere! Where did I place it?" -@og-ant-man

Lucille looked up at him as she was working on something. She was a little confused, but ready to help him out. "What did you lose?" she asked, coming over to him.

@og-ant-man

[antvnger]

@og-ant-man Hank? You good in there?

Hank goes to therapy

[pluviatrix]

do not stand at my grave and weep by clare horner | tears of the kingdom

[antvnger]

“Haaaaaaank.” Scott took the baby Hank but held him at arms length, giving him a look. “I don’t know if you’re aware of everything or if you’re an actual baby with an actual baby brain, but what the hell were you thinking…” @og-ant-man

[thegrandharveyspecter]

Who are your top 10 favorite muns to write with and why? If a mun is a multimuse also tell which are your favorite characters to write with and why?

(The order in which you list the people doesn't matter unless you want to assign them specific places.)

Question Master

[I actually don't write with 10 people or even close to that, so this list will be short. But to make up for that, I'll do a special bonus at the end to make it a little longer.

@antvnger By this point, I'm pretty sure everyone knows the story with Ant-Mun and this blog. If you don't, she inspired this but we're probably all tired of hearing that lol. Anyway, I love writing with Ant-Mun. It's so much fun and she's a great writer. The grumpy/sunshine relationship that is Harvey & Scott has been fun to develop and mess around with. I also just love seeing Ant-Mun on the dash in general, not just for our stuff, but for everything she puts out.

@godzexperiment One of my favourite OC blogs that I've found, if not my #1 favourite. Nix is such a fun, unique, wild character. I've enjoyed all the threads I've had with Chance. It's obvious he's passionate about his character too. There's also something intriguing about Chance's writing style. I don't know how to describe it but I like it.

@og-ant-man Pym-Mun and I have only had one thread so far, but it was a fun one. Harvey meeting Hank was a long time coming. I'm interested to see how their relationship develops in future. I'm looking forward to writing with Pym-Mun some more, because it's been pleasant so far.

And now, for the bonus-!

My Discord Partner 🥰 She's one of my OGs, and has almost been around as long as Ant-Mun. Obviously I'm not giving out her information because that's not my place lol. But I love writing with her. We have great stuff going on in Discord. And our first thread? It was over 700 pages in a Google Doc. It started slowing down my browser lol. She's also the person I talk to the most OOC. She's literally so precious, bless her.

Bless all of these people honestly. They're all so wonderful and amazing and fantastic. They're fun and creative and I've enjoyed my time with them all.]

[thegrandharveyspecter]

At first, Harvey thought he might've asked the wrong question and hit a nerve. He remained silent as Hank spoke and felt a sense of relief when he grinned at him, a sign that he didn't push Hank over the edge with his question.

"I bet. It sucks getting older," Harvey said, chuckling lightly. "It's my memory I'm mostly worried about."

It didn't help that his kid brother had a photographic memory. If or when Harvey started to lose his memories, he knew Mike would feel upset and guilty about that.

"I'd say you're doing great though, taking into account your big family and the technology you created."

Hank sighed when he heard that question.

Honestly, that was a question he had always thought about himself. On his desk, there was a small picture frame from way back with him and Bill. He grabbed the frame and thought back to those days.

"You know...I do. I miss being in the middle of the action, I miss not having back pain, I miss the rush. Don't get me wrong, I still get into a lot of it now...but it's not the same."

He turned and grinned at Harv. "I'd do anything to be back in my prime. Let me tell you."

[anteaterthinksabouteatingants]

I'm a woman like a worker bee is a woman. like yeah I guess but the more accurate genders are "worker" "queen" and "drone"

[antvnger]

“Umm. I lost a bet.”

Paul Rudd on The Late Show with Stephen Colbert (Nov. 9, 2021)

[myfandomtopia]

So many of the aspects of the ant-man films that I love I hear are not in quantumania so :/

[antiwhores]

My king ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

King!Bakugou x servant!reader

I’m on break rn but its Bakugou’s birthday so heres this for you guys. I haven’t wrote anything this long in a HOT minute. only ogs remember when I used to write more than just drabbles

Learning not to feel self conscious about every move you made around King Katsuki was like learning to walk again.

You had to be perfect, everyone had to be perfect with the King’s temper. If a plate broke, you’d be shamed and degraded until you were holding back improper tears to avoid more degration, then you’d be fired and kicked to the curb. If you messed up an order, say goodbye to the kingdom cause you’re banished. And if you even showed the slightest disrespect then plan your funeral in the next 20 seconds because you’re dead.

Atleast, that’s what everyone told you when you first started your job as King Katsuki’s personal servant.

So far, you have not been degraded to salty tears when dropping a plate. You get a simple, “Tch, stupid woman.” As you apologize profusely and bow down to the man.

You had not been banished for messing up an order. During a quiet afternoon one week, you were flustered. You had bills to pay, a close friend just died, you needed to restock grocery, and you had gotten 3 hours of sleep from all the crying over your friend. He noticed your puffy eyes and unusually sluggish frame. He spoke nothing about it. But when you gave him peach tea instead of chai he didn’t make too much of a scene. He mearly asked, rudely of course, what was wrong with you; he scoffed at your excuse.

And he definitely didn’t have you hanged when a groan threw itself out of your mouth when he bitched about you being absent yesterday. He only made you get on your knees as he grabbed your face and made you apologize and beg for forgiveness. It sounds harsh but considering his reputation, you were called extremely lucky.

The other staff said that he’d taken a liking to you. They always sent you out to take care of his needs when he was in a pissy mood cause you had a better chance at living than the average servant.

You didn’t speak much unless directly told to. Its how you were trained. He didnt talk much either but he would ask you casual questions sometimes, like you’re anything but an ant in this heirchy.

“Oi.”

You gracefully turned around to face him and bowed down. “Yes, your grace?”

He clicks his tongue at your formality. “Stop it with the your grace and shit. Are you beheld yet?”

You softly shake your head, trying not to show your surprise at the intimate question. “No, your majesty.”

You feel embarrassed telling him your status. Usually girls around here would be married at 17 but here you are still single.

He seems pleased at that, “Why?”

You shrug as if the answer is simple. “I haven’t found someone who I can holeheartedly call my beloved.”

He starts to get nicer to you after that. He makes sure you eat and orders you to tell him (in detail) about your day.

No one is allowed in the King’s room. He says if he wants to clean it, he’ll do so himself. And no one dares to step foot into his den and you are not an exception.

You are still scared when he tells you to run him a bath in his room. You had to conform with him so many times that you invoked him to snapping on you.

His room reked of him. It was intoxicating.

You forced yourself to disregard everything around you in fear that if you looked up from your shoes you wouldn’t be able to control yourself from snooping.

You allowed yourself to look up when you reached his enormous bathroom. Did one person really need a bathroom the size of your house? It wasn’t your place to say so you began to prepare a bath.

Just as you were done you went to head out only to be stopped by the King himself.

“Where ya headed?”

You almost screamed from being startled so badly.

“I’ve prepared your bath, my king. I figured I should head out now.”

You wait for his word to leave but it never comes.

“Stay.” He commands.

“But-“

“Are you arguing with me?”

You definitely were not. You just thought that he didn’t understand that you were done and he didn’t need you anymore. But as he began to strip down in your silence, you realized he understood fully.

You turned a full 180 degrees around to avoid disrespecting him. A lowly servant like you shouldn’t have the privilege of seeing a king indecent. Even if you have grown found of him, you need to respect your place.

You hear the water splash as he gets in.

“Come.”

“What?”

“Get in with me.”

“But sir-“

“Do we need to correct that attitude? Arguing with the King isn’t smart.”

He doesn’t know what he’s asking, you thought as your cheeks grew red. Your body moved on its own as you began to strip down. You couldn’t disobey the king, not that you wanted to. You’ve always had a thing for him. From his biceps to his booming personality.

You suddenly feel subconscious with his eyes on you. He licks his lips, or did he? You have to be dreaming right now.

But you’re not dreaming, his hand dragging you on top of him in the bath isn’t a dream. And its definitely not a dream when your hand try to find something to stable itself and end up on his shoulders.

“You know, I’m quite fond of you.”

He strokes up and down your sides before moving onto your arms. The waters warm but it feels like its boiling against your skin. He smells so good and he feels so… hard?

Hard, against your thigh. You blush a deep red. He looks down with you.

“Like what you see, yeah?”

Fuck, it was big. You expected him to be big, but you hadn’t comprehended how that would feel inside someone.

“Wanna sit on it?”

You didn’t even realize you were now straddling him. You didn’t know if you moved of if he had moved you. All you know is that your here now and its taking everything in you to not grind against him without permission.

Lustful eyes meet lustful eyes. He gives you silent permission with a nod of his head so you began to grind your pussy against his cock in a desperate attempt to get rid of the heat in your belly.

His head is thrown back, “Just like that…”

You grinded until you could find the angle to catch your clit against him. The water was splashing back and forth against the tub. Your pussy clenched against nothing and it drove you crazy.

Just as you were about to cum, he stilled your hips with both hands.

You whined, “My king-“

“It’s Katsuki.”

“I couldn’t possibly call the king by his first name as a commoner.”

“Then it’s a good thing you’re not a commoner anymore, my queen.”

Before you could even begin to comprehend what he was alluding to, he slammed his cock inside you and thrusted into you at a wild pace.

You gripped his shoulders to study yourself, the stretch being painful but quickly residing into pleasure.

“Fuck!” He hissed through his teeth. He just got in and he’s already ready to cum. You felt so good, nothing like anything he’s had before. He was ready to make you queen before hand but now he’s ready to make a heir to the throne.

Your head dove into his shoulders, it was too much and it felt too good. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten. He grabbed you by your hair and shoved you against his lips.

“Wanna cum inside, that okay?”

He was gonna do it even if you said it wasn’t so you didn’t bother responding. You were too focused on meeting his thrusts anyway.

His cock pulsed inside of you, his hands marking your back up with scratched and vice versa.

The coil inside you snapped and you came on his cock with a scream. He followed shortly after you with an uncharacteristic moan.

His ropes of cum filled you up until his body relaxed against you.

Water was everywhere, on the walls and the floor. It would take a lot to clean up but you couldn’t focus on that right now.

“Does this mean you like me?”

“I just said I was making you queen, fuckin’ dumbass.”

[antvnger]

((LOL @og-ant-man ))

Hank: If you go subatomic, you can never come back. That's how I tragically lost my wife Janet. Scott: *goes subatomic, promptly comes back* Hank: Huh. Well, fuck me. I guess I've just been wrong for twenty years. WELP, time to start working on the Save My Wife machine.

[wilwheaton]

One very simple question :)

(Tv/comics)

Marvel. Or DC?

I have liked them both and disliked them both, at different points in my life, for a variety of reasons. At the moment, I'm not paying attention to them at all.

When I was a kid, I was all about Xmen and Fantastic Four from Marvel and, Batman and Justice League (Marv Wolfman's run in the late 80s) from DC. Never really cared for Superman. The 1967 Spider-Man was awesome as a cartoon, but I rarely read the comic book.

In the 70s, I was only allowed one comic per week, usually picked out from whatever was left on that spinning rack at the drugstore. So more often than not, I ended up with something like House of Secrets or House of Mystery or one of those horror anthologies that didn't need me to read the issues before or after, like the serialized superhero comics did. I got a lot of replay value from those books.

In the 80s, I had my own money and the ability to drive myself to comic conventions, and that's when I fell in love with Sandman, Watchmen, pretty much the entire Prestige Format that became Vertigo. I recall feeling like Marvel was for kids, then, and DC was serious. I was only 16, so take that for what it's worth.

But speaking of being 16, I'm gonna focus on Batman for a sec. I loved Batman 89, and I think all the efforts to make a Batman movie ever since have fallen short in ways I couldn't predict back then. It's gotten better with age and by comparison, for me. Michael Keaton is my favorite Batman, the way Christian Bale is my favorite modern Bruce Wayne (they both pale next to Pure. West. if anyone asks me).

The OG Batman series is maybe my favorite series of all time not called Star Trek or The Prisoner, and the 1966 movie is my favorite of all the Batman movies. Of course I love the animated series, and I get to be Blue Beetle in Brave and the Bold, so that's pretty awesome and its whole own thing.

Turning to the current moment, with rare exception, all the MCU and DCU movies do nothing for me. I thought I must have been missing something, so tried really hard to give them a chance to knock me out. I watched as many of the MCU movies as I could stand, and I just felt exhausted and bored by all of it, by the time I got to ... I can't even remember. Something with maybe Thanos and Ant-Man? I felt like it was a big, complicated mess of fan service and meetings that could have been e-mails, resulting in in a stew full of interesting ingredients that have all blended together into a flavorless paste. I do enjoy all the James Gunn movies, though, even if Chris Pratt is the worst Chris, because James always centers the characters and their conflicts, then uses the action and stunts to support the story.

I feel like a lot of this sounds harsh, but even Star Wars, my favorite movie when I was a kid, has grown into something I don't recognize or care about. I'm old. I know what I like and what I don't like. I'm not patient like I once was, and it's clear I'm not the person those studios want in the theatre, anyway. I could make that joke about how it's the children who are wrong, but I accept that I am not in the demo, and I am genuinely happy for everyone who loves the spectacle and the experience of seeing those films with an enthusiastic audience. I just won't be there with you, but you can find me in the parking lot, yelling at a cloud.

...wow that's a very big answer to a very simple question.

[antvnger]

"Truth or Dare huh?" Hank chuckled and shook his head. "Well you know I'm going to choose dare." He had a wicked grin. "I ever tell you about the first time I figured out the particles. I ended up tiny and in the basement and had to find help which involved running through the whole house. So...I dare you to shrink in the basement and get to me waiting in the attic....but you have to leave the suit right there." He points at some ants waiting. -@og-ant-man

Scott’s eyes go a bit wide at that. “The basement to the attic? Without the suit?”

He nodded once before rolling his shoulders. “Okay. Okay, I’ll not only do it, but I’ll do it pretty damn fast too! Or well,” he shrugs, “relatively speaking anyway.”

Scott hurries down to the basement with the ants to start this ridiculous dare. “See you eventually!” he calls back.

Truth or Dare

[thegrandharveyspecter]

You sent Hank something too? That's so kind

"I did. It felt like the right thing to do, for a couple different reasons. I probably should've asked Scott for some advice though. I'm not sure if everything I bought is actually useful. At least the mug will be."