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justlous-art · 3 months
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tony and janet are officially parents of a baby boy named james in an alternative universe!!!!! (we are ignoring everything else that is happening in that run)
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Dammit, Janet...I love you
Ultimate Invasion got me thinkin bout my girl again
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The Wasp by Kyomusha
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starvels · 2 years
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Circling back to this post that popped into my head after a spell, how would you sort the Avengers as plant-sonas?
ooh old pluck, nonny. there's so many plants to choose from, it's hard lol. but, here we go, here are some:
bruce: welwitschia. highly unusual morphology. small, isolated population. colloquially, "two leaves, can't die." distinct, different gendered plants. a fan of flies.
carol: tillandsia ionantha (air plant). full sun, no soil required, babyy. pressure tolerant and durable. stunning colors and variable lifespan. one step off normal, very much her own gal.
jan: roridula evergreen shrubs. borderline carnivorous in a mutualistic sense. big on community. has a superior ovary lol.
rhodey: sitka spruce. grows rapidly under favorable conditions; adaptable. wide root system. crafts aircrafts, instruments and sailboats in spare time. coniferous buddy.
natasha: blackthorn. many varied, practical self applications including alcohol distilling. highly transplantable. contains cyanide. astringent when fresh or frustrated.
sam: mountain ash. the tallest flowering (crowning) plantsona. gobbles up carbon. hollows out homes for smaller folks in his bones. people like to argue over his supposed or potential girth.
steve: ginkgo. so out of time that his og pollinators have all died out. alone in its genus and order. can survive a nuclear blast. iconic shape, often on postcards.
thor: honey fungus. old as balls and extremely vast. an incomprehensible lifeform and way of living. can be destructive or tasty depending on mood and handling instructions. bioluminescent (fun at parties).
tony: giant sequoia. larger than life, heavy metaphorical and literal longevity. easily recognizable. oft controversially cut down at its most prominent. needs wildfire to regrow from its own ashes. coniferous buddy.
that's all i'm gonna do bc i need to do other things but everyone feel free to suggest their own!
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demigodofhoolemere · 1 year
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Hank and Jan’s posters for Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania
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cowboyhorsegirl · 9 months
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Janet!!!! My darling, my love!!! IMO she is not put in ENOUGH situations!! She has literally done nothing wrong (is NOT a war criminal)!! Somehow manages to be complex & well-written while also simultaneously never getting written abt :/// I’m gently holding her in my cupped hands 🥹🥰
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thebiscuiteternal · 1 year
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that "artist draws the same character two years later" meme but it's a huge downgrade instead
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tales-of-the-dense · 2 years
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oh my god I forgot Jan was still fully on a tropical vacation while Vision tried to take over the world—
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daydreamerdrew · 3 months
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The Avengers (1963) #33
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justlous-art · 3 months
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another janet character study, but better this time
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leave it to Ewing to take Avengers (US) and turn them into the Avengers (UK)
Vic Shade has one of my favorite kinds of origins too
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stardustedstories · 5 months
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@yinbug clicked the ❤️ for a starter!
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Janet Van Dyne had offices all over the world, so it only made sense that she had one in Paris, one of the fashion capitals of the world. She and Gabriel Agreste had a friendly rivalry ongoing, and Jan and Emilie had been good friends before her untimely death. Jan still kept in touch with Nathalie, and she looked in on Adrien whenever she was in town.
This time, Adrien had asked her to meet with his friend Marinette, to possibly look over some of her designs. She was always happy to take time out of her day for Adrien, and that included helping his friends if she could. Jan had happily agreed to his request, moving a few things around so she could meet his friend.
She was planning to be in Paris for a little while, though the fashion scene wasn't the only reason. Janet Van Dyne wasn't just a fashion designer, after all; she was a superhero in her own right. She had heard about Paris's new, young heroes, and she wanted to extend a hand to them, to offer any help she could. Whether that came in the form of actually assisting in their fights or just giving them a safe place to stay if they needed it, she couldn't say, but she wanted to help.
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It was at that moment, as she was thinking about how she might manage to meet these heroes that her assistant let her know that a Marinette Dupain-Cheng was here to see her. Jan told the woman to show her in and got to her feet, moving around her desk so she wouldn't just be sitting there when she came in.
"Ms. Dupain-Cheng," Janet greeted the girl warmly, extending a hand. "I'm Janet Van Dyne. It is an absolute pleasure to meet you."
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johnnystorms · 3 months
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avengers twilight!steve, on regrets, memories and tony stark. written post-avengers twilight #002. stevetony.
Steve has a lot of regrets. Tony—not the real one, the best friend he lost on the day he lost everything, but the one he keeps in his head, his mind’s best attempt at a ghost of the person he misses most—says that’s inevitable, living as long as Steve has.
C’mon, Cap, he says, smiling that way his Tony used to: eyes as bright as the future he was always talking about, everything in him shining. Or maybe that’s just how he looked to Steve, young enough back then to not yet have blinked the stars from his eyes. You live long enough, you run the risk of anything outweighing the good memories. His smile fades, not enough to disappear, but to become something smaller, quieter. Tinged with something requiring care. Do me a favour, handsome. Try not to let that happen to you.
Steve doesn’t like disappointing Tony Stark, not even the one dreamed up inside his head, but he thinks it might be too late on that front.
If someone asked for a list of regrets, he’d have to give that wry, hoarse laugh that makes him sound as old as he feels, and say, Nobody has time to listen to all that. If someone had asked Tony, he’d have a breathtakingly clever quip or an outpouring of guilt, depending on his mood, and who had asked. If it had been Steve, maybe both. Matt would have thought about it, long and hard, and disappeared to a confession booth. Peter – Jessica – Logan – Carol – all of them, he thinks, would have their own laundry list of hauntings, justified or otherwise.
That’s the name of the game, he thinks. You have to take the wins for what they are, but it doesn’t make the losses any lighter to bear. Steve’s posture isn’t what it used to be, even with the Defenders’ replicated super soldier serum in his veins, but his shoulders were shaking under the crushing weight of all his mistakes long before his age caught up to his body.
Janet isn’t here anymore to ask, but he doesn’t know what she’d say. It’s not that he thinks she has no regrets—even outside of the hero business, that’s a tall order for anyone—so much as that’s not how he remembers her. When he thinks of Janet van Dyne, he thinks of her deft fingers readjusting the lapel of the suit she designed and Tony cajoled him into; he thinks of her tinkling laugh almost being swallowed up by Thor’s booming one, the two of them bent double at the disgruntled expression Clint was shooting their way one golden night back when the world knew what heroes were meant to be; and he thinks of her clever, smiling mouth, and the way nobody could ever resist smiling right back. Steve had been no exception.
He misses it so fiercely it burns. Jan’s smile and Thor’s relentless steadiness and even Peter’s terrible jokes as he chased the Human Torch around the city. Carol’s quick fists and Jessica’s quick thinking and Natasha’s quick draw, and the time the three of them had a punch-up contest with the Thing that ended in an exasperated Tony footing the bill to the city and Johnny cackling as Sue dressed down Ben for his part in it. Luke’s laughter as he slung his arm over Danny’s shoulder and Jessica Jones taking photos of the two of them and Logan and Bobbi in the corner, trading tales of Hawkeye’s Greatest Hits: Indecent Exposure edition.
And Tony—always, always Tony. The press of him against Steve’s side, a reassuring line of heat, like, hey, you’re not alone anymore. You’re not cold anymore. You have a team. You have me. His tired eyes and easy smile and razor-sharp wit, even half-dead on his feet. The late nights where Steve coaxed him out of his lab with a hot drink and the promise of conversation, the early mornings where Steve would wear a worried frown and say, you should really sleep more, Tony, and Tony would grin at him and say, and give up these early mornings where you bring me coffee and those big blue eyes of yours? Never, and Steve would sigh, but there would be something fond tugging at the corner of his lips, and Tony would look all pleased with himself, animated in a way no caffeine fix could ever cause, and Steve would want—
Steve swallows.
You’re drifting, baby. It’s Jan’s voice, that classic combination of fond amusement and concern that Clint used to perk up at being addressed with and Tony used to call the van Dyne special, all those years ago. God, Steve misses them all. He aches with wanting. You’re drifting. Bring it back home, Steve. Start with the most important bit. Let’s take it from the top.
There isn’t a team to report to anymore. It is not a new fact, a new thought, but every time, it hits him like a concrete block to the ribs.
There isn’t a team to report to anymore, but Steve Rogers breathes in, and thinks about it anyway. Take it from the top. The most important things.
How the tables turn, Tony says. He’s the only one Steve keeps. All his other ghosts flit in and out of his head, coming and going like the tides, but Tony is the forever haunting. The only one his mind holds onto on a permanent basis. D’you remember, oh, all the way back near the start -- one time you asked me if it got exhausting, thinking so much.
Steve remembers. Steve has never forgotten anything Tony Stark gave him, be it physical or a vow or just the smallest memory that wasn’t intended as a secret but became one in Steve’s desperate hands. The world has taken so much from him, from all of them, ever since H-day. He can’t talk about Tony, because what if the world takes that from him too?
How the tables turn, Tony says again, soft in that way most people didn’t believe Tony Stark could be. Steve knew, though. Steve’s always known. You look exhausted, Steve. Don’t let it be so big. Just -- right now, right at this moment. What’s the call, Cap?
That was what Tony had said that day, Steve remembers. The world was on fire, and about to become a whole lot colder, and they didn’t know that, didn’t know anything about what was to come, just that this was it, this was the moment, this was the do or die, and Tony had stood at his shoulder, the armour a familiar comfort against Steve’s side, and asked, What’s the call, Cap?
An itemised list of all of Steve Rogers’ regrets would take too long, and a ranked list of all time would be impossible to decide upon when Steve has such a long memory and even longer history.
So, in its stead, Steve thinks, he’ll give Tony the right now.
STEVE ROGERS’ TOP THREE REGRETS RIGHT AT THIS VERY MOMENT, 0142HRS, DEC 31 20XX, COUNTING DOWN:
3. Rosa. He’d deserved the slap. He’d deserved a lot of things, really. He’d had good years with Rosa; years of her no-nonsense love, of her careful hands, of the way she looked at him in the quiet of the night with all the warmth their little home could hold, like she still saw something worth believing in him. Maybe she did. He thinks she probably did. His wife was a lot of things, most of them good, but above all else, she was never a liar.
He’s sorry he blew up her life. He’s sorrier about that than the fact he blew up their life together, but that’s always the way it goes with him, isn’t it? There’s nothing he’s felt he had to keep more than the shield. It’s not that they matter less to him—God help him, but it’s not about the love. There’s never been a lack of love—but to his bones, to his core, he’s always been the guy who wants to stand up and help. If the fight needs to be had, he’s going to stand there, fists up, no matter who he is, no matter how old he is. No matter how super he is.
He knew that about himself a long time ago. Maybe if he’d stopped pretending that had changed, Rosa wouldn’t be stuck here now.
2. It’s a little one, in the scheme of things, but it also feels more important than almost anything else at this moment. He wishes he’d touched Matt, that last time they saw each other. Gone are the days where Steve would clasp his friends by the hand, something lost to time and loneliness and gradually brittled bones, but he wishes desperately that he’d clasped his hand to Matt’s shoulder one last time. Just a moment. Just enough for some phantom warmth on his palms, a tangible ghost of Daredevil, not just something dreamed up by his mind in the moments when losing almost everyone he’s ever trusted is insurmountable.
1. He doesn’t know where to begin with this one. H-day. The way it went down. Peter bleeding out in front of him. James Stark growing up without his parents, the best of them both twisted into something Steve can’t look at directly without feeling hopeless, helpless. Clint’s arrow snapped in half, a crater where the Thing should be. His last sight of Reed Richards, stretching further than he’d ever seen before as he reached out desperately towards his wife. Tony’s voice in his ear: what’s the call, Cap?
And that’s what it comes down to, isn’t it? His biggest regret. This one, he suspects wouldn’t change even if it was an all-time list. Tony Stark, the vibrant, blaring truth of him. Something Steve misses so desperately that when the world forced him to live without him, he made up a version of him to keep in his head forever.
It’s more similar to #2 than he thought. He has so many regrets, and so many of them are about Tony Stark—about that day, about missing people, about loving people and losing them because of the fight, whether they were lost in the fight or he left them behind to join it—but more than anything, he thinks he misses the feeling of Tony’s hand in his, pulling him in close, arm going around Steve’s shoulder to draw him into a hug.
I’m not half as good at anything as I am when I’m doing it next to you, Tony says, years ago, so far away from this moment that it might as well have been another world, and Steve, old and jaded and lonely and tired and missing the person he loves best so fiercely it aches in his lungs, thinks, You and me both, Tony. You and me both.
You and me. You and me. You and me.
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(When the dossier falls open in front of him, with a blueprint of a tank and photos of him—photos of Tony, and even Tony in pieces makes Steve ache with something he thought had long been buried—spill out, let’s get it from the world’s smartest man, Tony Stark echoing in his ears—
Steve, for a moment, wants to throw up.
Then his jaw sets.
All right, Tony, he thinks. He doesn’t know if he’s addressing the ghost in his head, or the one in the tank, or some nebulous third thing, a Hail Mary thrown to the universe, some last passage of faith he thought he’d forgotten. What’s the call? You and me. That’s the call. I’m getting you out of there.
I’m bringing you home.)
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aurumacadicus · 5 months
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I hope that dumb fuck doesn't put you off writing that universe, I for one thoroughly enjoyed it
I hadn't really planned on it, at least for a while, but again: I was surprised by the amount of people who were immediately like "Yes. I like it. Picasso."
SO! Some thoughts:
Obviously the Captain and his Lieutenant are Steve and Bucky. Steve is an alpha and Bucky is a beta and they want nothing more than to form a triad with Tony. The only reasons they don't are: 1) Tony is skittish. He accepts their gifts with a sweet smile but he also doesn't open up at all. They can't tell if he's just being polite, or if he's just that guarded and they're desperate to keep seeing him so they don't push for fear of scaring him off. (Hint: He's just that guarded and he would be scared off.) 2) The war is on the cusp of ending and the brass are talking about them triad-bonding with someone important. They're pretty sure they heard a princess's name thrown around. What they really want is to go home and work their farm again but apparently they're expected to live at the capitol and marry well just because they've been successful in all their missions, even though a failure meant them dying so they didn't really have a choice but to succeed. 3) They can't tell if Tony remembers them at all. Tony had been the lord of their lands growing up, was about a decade older than them, and they're scared that Tony might worry they're using him as a 'peons fucking their lord in revenge' way. They're not, they were smitten with him even when they were young, but Tony is... well, they've come to understand that Tony expects the worst for himself. And they can't really blame him when he's been whoring himself for a decade. (Tony doesn't remember them, but even if he did, it wouldn't change anything.)
The York boroughs were the first to fall in the war as they were closer to Hydra's borders. Tony's parents had died and he'd been unable to control his holdings as an unmarried omega, and as it turned out, Uncle Obie didn't necessarily have his best interests in mind anyway. So he'd fallen in line with the rest of the York refugees as they'd fled their homes to escape Hydra's armies. But he doesn't have the skills that the rest of his people have--he was expected to take on a home and make a family and all that entailed. He knows how to keep books, but there's not a lot of that type of work when a country's at war, he comes to realize, at least for an omega. He has no money, most alphas would rather marry their sweethearts or no one at all before going off to war, and there's really no one he can turn to for help nearby. He needs money to travel to the Van Dynes'. So, reluctantly, he... opens himself for business. Just to get enough money to travel. Just to get to Jan and the safety of her home. (Tony cries and cries when Jan shows up at the brothel a year and a half later and asks him to show her the ropes, and Jan just holds him, feeling sorry for herself and for him and for every other omega in the brothel. They eventually move brothels--following the Shield's army is more lucrative, and eventually they might earn enough between them to buy a tiny place for them to share, if the war ever really ends.)
Steve spends the first several visits just sketching Tony, because he was an artist first and a soldier second, and it makes Tony blush even though he doesn't quite know why. Because sometimes Steve has him pose with Bucky? Maybe. Some of the positions Steve asks for them to get into feel pretty lewd. But then, maybe they feel lewd because Tony expects them to. He's been at this for a few years now and there have been a lot of things he didn't expect to be sexy to be his customers' kinks. (Bucky is mostly just indulging Steve at first, but then he goes into a survival rut after an especially dire battle and knots Tony twice before he regains rational thought, and Tony is so soft and sweet on his knot that he figures his hindbrain is still chasing that high of an omega submissive underneath him during one of his most primal ruts, all wet and breedable, that it makes him incapable of bonding with any other omega.) ((Steve has always been happy with Bucky, but he has to admit he's always sort of wanted a third to complete their triad, and he really likes Tony. He figures it's because of what Bucky was always teasing him about, though--he always had to be rescuing someone. Tony, for all of his blase shrugs and mysterious smiles, needed at least a little rescuing.))
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cowboyhorsegirl · 2 years
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Okay I know I hate on Hank like literally all the time but Jan doesn’t respect Hank’s work as a scientist and that sucks too :/
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An overly passionate post about Hank Pym and Jan Van Dyne
I’d like to preface this by saying Hank Pym is my favorite Ant-man and that I don’t think he deserves all the hate and controversy he gets, however I’ve noticed a lot of his fans tend to villainize Jan Van Dyne for reasons that I think are personally sort of stupid. A lot of Hank’s fans try to defend him by painting Wasp as a creep who took advantage of him during a psychotic break/the time when he was in that fugue state as Yellowjacket by marrying him during that time- but that’s not how it went down! She married him out during that time out of fear of what he’d do to her (he tried to force harsh kisses on her and sexually harassed her etc) and out of genuine concern! Jan clearly loved Hank and would constantly try and build up his nonexistent self-esteem but didn’t know how- She would try and prop up his ego but kept accidentally feeding into Hank’s weird complexes instead. I will say that Jan flirted with other men a lot but that wasn’t her being unloyal so much as her natural personality- but when you cross that with her being more successful and younger than him and he took that as a sign she wasn’t loyal/thinking she only liked him out of pity or to make herself look better. 
 She wasn’t manipulating him for her own ends, she wanted to help and have a healthy relationship with him. Still, she didn’t know how to handle the situation properly- Hank needed a therapist, not a girlfriend who thought maybe if she complimented him enough, maybe if she propped him up enough they could be good together- she comes off as a person who had no prior experience with mental illness like this- no frame of reference, no idea what to do, and she didn’t seem to understand what was going on- so she accidentally enabled him and made things worse but she didn’t manipulate him. It’s pretty relatable- If you’ve ever had a mentally ill friend or whatever but had no prior knowledge of mental illness, you tend to mishandle things- you become insensitive/mean without meaning to, or you end up enabling bad behavior- it’s scary and Jan’s case she was in actual physical danger! 
I’d also like to say that Hank while not at all stable had some lucidity when he hit Jan, and prior to him hitting Jan he was already displaying emotionally abusive behaviors (Destroying her costume, practically interrogating her) so no you can’t blame it his mental illness- he still had enough awareness of what he was doing (That being said who in there right mind let Hank rejoin the Avengers after he had a severe disassociative episode-I would have demanded he’d go to therapy or be institutionalized if he refused) 
I do like Hank, he’s a complex/interesting character. He has an inferiority complex so deep he’s tried to kill himself, he’s made preemptive strikes to prove his worth to others, he gave himself health issues from becoming Giant-man and it’s again tied to his insecurities. Outside of his suicidal tendencies, he’s got anger management issues, suffers paranoid delusions, disassociates, etc. He’s also incredibly self-sacrificing and is a strong believer in second chances- redemption is what he wanted for himself- what he tries to convince others he can have- so he hopes he can give to others too. Also, he’s a badass mad scientist (Literally that’s what sold me on him as a character) but the point still stands he was a domestic abuser, he refused to get help for a long time until it reached a breaking point and his reputation both in-universe and out can’t ever make a full recovery- like I said he’s complicated, so you can’t just paint him as a wife-beater or say absolved of his misdeeds because of his insanity or someone else egging him on, Jan was a victim plain and simple even if you point out some of her enabling behaviors
But my ultimate hot take? EMH’s Hank and Jan are the most annoying couple- separately I loved them but whenever I saw Janet whine or Hank moan about the other all I could think was- “Please, the love of God just break up!”- I was like kid preteen btw and still found that drama annoying
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