#og ant man

[antvnger]

Hank walked into the room, a distant look on his face. "Am I really that old? I mean...I know I'm old but...THAT old?" He shook his head with disbelief. @og-ant-man

At the sound of Hank’s voice, Scott looked away from the text he was writing to Cassie and asked, “What are you talking, Hank?” @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]

"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?”

[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

[doctor-brucebanner]

Bruce warmly smiled, not minding his words from the heart in the slightest. Even though most of it was of choice, he also cared deeply for them: his cousin Jen, the other Avengers, Lucille, and so many others. “I get it, really. I’d do anything for mine.”

“And a lab day sounds great. I would be very interesting to hear what ideas and breakthroughs you have,” he agreed, his eyes lighting up a bit at the prospect of working with such a brilliant mind.

Hello, Dr. Pym. It’s nice to meet you, and I wanted to thank you for your work that helped save the universe.

@doctor-brucebanner

Hank froze when he realized who was talking to him. "Oh, Dr.Banner. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." He held his hand out for a handshake. "And you're welcome. I must say, your research with gamma radiation is fascinating and has helped me improve my particles even more"

[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.”

[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]

((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.

[ntls-24722]

FNAF FANARTISTS!!!!!!!!!!! DJ MUSIC MAN AND MUSIC MAN ARE NOT THE SAME CHARACTER

many times, when fnaf artists are requested to draw music man/dj music man, they get them mixed up!!! which is reasonable!!!!!!! we know almost nothing about them, google mixes them up constantly, and a certain matpat meme has only made it more confusing!

They all have very similar faces, but they've got some staggering differences!!!!! so im detailing them and also giving some trivia/our known knowledge of them!!!

MUSIC MAN (FFPS)

The OG music man! He made his debut in FFPS/Pizzeria Simulator and makes another appearance in UCN. He is!!! weird!!

He's not built like a spider-centaur, he's literally like a minecraft creeper with a torso and a bunch of legs at the bottom.

He's got a design unlike any other fnaf animatronic, even deviating from the style of the human ones, though this is speculated to be because he seems to have design elements from enemies and bosses from Scott Cawthon's other game, The Desolate Hope.

He's described to have "something undesirable" inside him (it's never explained what) and in the Posh Pizzeria group he is the only one to have a liability risk at times - in UCN he's the only one of the posh pizzeria that can and will kill you. Also, weirdly enough, in UCN he's the only animatronic other than the original Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy to use the FNAF 1 scream. Despite being called Music Man, his gimmick in UCN is that he hates noise and you need to keep it down for him to not kill you - music also counts as noise for him.

He's voiced by Matthew Curtis, who also voices nightmare Balloon Boy, here are his lines for UCN!

DJ MUSIC MAN (Security Breach)

DJ Music Man! (Always abbreviated to DJMM in-game)

If MM is built like a creeper then DJ is built like a pig - he's Horizontal and looks more spider-y

There's even less info on him, but here goes:

He's a party host who makes up all of his music on the spot, but in between sessions he cleans around the Plex! The reason why he goes nuts and tries to kill Gregory is that he has an experimental but prohibited bouncer mode that was turned on, which is why he's chill afterwards. He also doesn't speak, unlike Music Man.

BONUS: WINDUP MUSIC MAN (Security Breach)

Windup Music Man!

Designwise they're almost identical to MM, but they look like they got microwaved and scraped across asphalt at mach 10. And also got a windup key stuck in their back. And TINY

Ingame they're described to be a prototype of Music Man that escaped the little museum part of the Plex, and that's all we really know. Other than that, their dynamic together is kind of comparable to a bunch of ants working together. They also JUMP and can be seen conversing/playing together.

ALSO: Those cymbals are not legs, they just have a really weird stance similar to actual tarantulas.

There's technically 394 Windup Music Men because the game randomly generates them from a collection of fucked up parts.

There's no height indication for Music Man but here's one for the security breach cast by @/musings-of-astromonster

happy music man-ing