#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

[cloverhasnobrain]

Bead Ants

In which Hank Pym tries art therapy.

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Content: Fluff, platonic HankJanet, Science BrosTM, can be read as "x reader", in which case it can be olatonic or not. Reader would be the unnamed character.

Trigger Warning: none that I am aware of? Not proofread.

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Growing up, Hank was never really encouraged to embrace his creativity. Not that there was much inspiration in East Nowhere, Nebraska.

Sometimes he wondered if it was a money thing, if his parents, as a factory foreman and a bookeeper, were just worried he wouldn't be able to keep himself on his feet based off just creativity as an adult, if it was just well-justified parental concern, which he could almost understand. Still, some part of him couldn't help thinking a bit bitterly of his folks sometimes; his old man for giving more of a damn about a carburetor than his son's development, and his mom for her similar exasperation at his inquisitive imagination— she worled with books, for pity's sake, shouldn't she of all people, understand it? And then there were the professors with those disapproving eyes whose judgemental faces he could see to this day, telling him he was nothing, he'd always be nothing, but he believed that the lighter-hearted, sweet Henry truly faded most when his grandmother passed.

His first great failure.

It wasn't his fault, he knew it, she was sick and he was seven, of course the device he tried to build to cure her didn't work, but at times, despite all reason, he found himself reviewing it, revisiting the concept and reaching for a way, any way, to sit once more on her knees, swishing his legs, and yap about machines she could put into her wondrous novels, babble about wonderful mechanics and science to the point of magic.

Maybe that percieved failure, that loss of the support he needed, was the beginning of the guilt that nagged at his heart, that first carburetor his first attempt at conforming, becoming what people wanted to see. Maybe not. Maybe his he was just doomed from birth because his brain chemistry was messed up— how ironic, a biochemist with a screwed brain chemistry.

He'd vented about it to Jan. Oh, Jan was so great, even after everything, he loved her so deeply, she was a ride-or-die, she was his family. And she gave really good advice, when it did not involve shopping sprees, the club or a spa day. That was not really his thing.

"I think you're overanalyzing the past and not focusing enough on the present, Hank."

He'd roll his eyes, swirling the atrocious decaf latte in his hands, he'd heard this so many times already.

"I mean it!", she bumped her shoulders to his, savoring an equally revolting drink that was more sugar and cream than coffee at this point. "What I'm saying is, you need something to unwind. You're becoming stuffy, ex-hubby, you are! That big brain is too hyperactive, it's like a pent-up engine— if that's even how they work. Too much brainpower, and you can't just spend it all on inventions, there aren't even enough things to invent for that, so you just get obsessin'. If you ask me, what you need is a hobby. Not super-related, maybe not even so science-y. Like me, I draw up new designs when I'm bored or stressed— oh, that's it!" she gasped with delight at her own brilliant idea, to grip his arm.

"Hank, you need to reclaim your creativity."

Admittedly, he'd been skeptical. A half-hearted "sure, Jan," and a soft chuckle, and he'd been ready to forget it, only it lingered. He mentioned it to Stark, Richards and Banner on Poker Night, and they were more supportive than expected too;

"Hey, makes sense, you know? Having an outlet. I used to really love the anger management classes I took," Bruce would shrug, contemplating the bet Reed had just placed. Shocking no one, Stark also had his two cents, but the surprise came in the fact it was not a jab or a quip.

"That actually sounds really cool. Cap has been doing art therapy at this volunteering center, I'm sure he could tell you more about it, Hank."

"Four of a kind," was Mr. Fantastic's input, that prompted a very smug smile from the usually meek Dr. Banner:

"Ha! Royal Flush," he proudly declared, leaning back and crossing his arms behind his head with a contented sigh as if the protests and outrage of the others were the most sublime chant of the angels. "Pay up, cocksuckers."

In the end, Pym did reach out; Steve was very sweet about it, as expected, and directed him to this volunteering center that had all sorts of activities, from a community garden to the attelier to which he had dragged himself, though his confidence failed him as he saw the illustrations on display, the half-finished pieces and people prepping canvases, clay; he wasn't an artist, what was he doing here?!

"Hey, you're a new face!", the instructor called; a bit of a beanpole, with freckles and very blue hair, sporting a baggy shirt that read: "DIAGNOSED ARTISTIC" and a big smile. Birdie, they introduced themselves, and proceeded to give him a bit of a get-to-know of what the group did; apparently, it was just people that liked to do art together and in a sort of guided way to cope. Hank was grateful that they didn't try to have him introduce himself to everyone, he hated when that happened, felt like highschool. Highschool was bad, he was an awkward, angsty teenager...

"Haven't seen you here before, first day?"

He was ripped away from his introspection by the person on the table beside his. Damn, why was everyone there so talkative?!

"Ah, sorry, it's cool if you don't like talking when you're creating-"

"No, no, it's fine," he waved his hands a bit with a tiny huff, "was just lost in thought, it's okay... yeah, first day."

"Nice, and how do you like it so far?"

"... well, the instructor is diagnosed artistic, so I think I'm in good hands..." His quip earned a bright laugh from the stranger.

"Yeah, Birdie's great! So whatcha makin'?"

He looked down to his hands at the question. What WAS he making?

"I dunno," he confessed with a sigh. "I came here to 'reclaim my creativity' as per my ex-wife, but now it's really dawned I'm terrible at drawing anything that's not formulas and I feel like an idiot."

The stranger's features softened. "Hey, don't. We're all searching for something here, some to get over a slump, some to cope in a healthy manner, some to perfect their skills, some to start learning at all. Honestly, don't worry too much about the result, no one here's gonna be an art critic or whatever, and everybody has thrown a tantrum over how their art ended up at least once. Table-neighbor tip? Start with something you like, make it an enjoyable process. Art's not supposed to be a chore. Let the creative juices run."

A slow smile spread across Hank's face, and he nodded.

"I like ants."

"Then do an ant."

It was more fun than he expected. A bit daunting at first, but he chose to make little ant sculptures with natural seed beads and wire, and had a really good time between discovering this new hobby and participating in the light banter of the attelier, not on important world emergencies, rather on how the paint water looked appetizing, and how hands were evil because they were hard to draw and sculpt.

By the end, everyone would showcase their creations, and Hank felt surprisingly proud of his ants; the class was so supportive too, making little comments and praises to the bead critters. Amidst all the positive energy, he felt his chest bubble, all warm inside, as a tiny smile quirked his lips. Maybe he could get used to this art thing.

Fin.

[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."

[cloverhasnobrain]

Very lazy Hank Pym doodle, warming up to see if I can get back to learning digital art🧡

[antvnger]

“Umm. I lost a bet.”

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

[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"

[ants-personal]

idk man maybe its a little weird that you dressed up as sexy ghostface knowing kyle was in a scream movie and you have a habit of dressing up as him and publicly hitting on him but he seems fine with it so whatever

[myfandomtopia]

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

[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.

[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