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[donteverblameash]

Quick Tony Stark age regressions headcanons because it's so canon to me.

DISCLAIMER: This is a post about age regression a STRICTLY sfw coping mechanism. Do not bring any NSFW here. Mentions of trauma and other rough stuff, don't read at the expense of your comfort!

Hcs under the cut :))

He's a caregiver leaning switch!

CAREGIVER:

-Chillest caregiver this side of the Mississippi.

-He was never that big for rules and regulations, especially when he was a kid, why would he expect the same from his little?

-I mean, for littles littler then ten, bedtime is supposed to be at eight, but it can be at 9:30 if you REALLY wanna watch that new movie.

-He's also so big on hugs and physical affection (but only if you like!)

-He really sees being a caregiver as his way to end all of that generational trauma.

-Total dad at heart and everyone knows it, real big papa caregiver.

-You're also his really super special lab assistant, just don't tell Bruce!

-If you ever need someone to make up a game on the spot, get Tony Stark on speed dial.

-He isn't afraid to use bribery, let's be honest.

-"I will give you... let's say a crisp twenty, all for you, and a cupcake, if these toys are picked up in the next ten minutes." (It would work on me)

-Loves fun movie nights in with tons of popcorn and enough candy to fill the grand canyon

-That or lab dance parties.

-Self proclaimed funnest caregiver. He won't ever let that title go.

LITTLE:

-Ten to sixteen on the usual so he's a pretty big teen regressor!

-Validation seeker, and can you blame him?

-"Do you really like it? Do you think it looks weird? I think it looks a little weird. Are you SURE I can do that?"

-Was raised in such an emotionally unavailable household that when he DOES get into his feels they are loud and he makes it APPARENT.

-Yelling, screaming, and acting defensive.

-"Don't even give me that shit, I know you don't care."

-It can take a bit to calm him down. You just gotta hold him and remind him of where he is and who he is with.

-He craves affection, like a lot, but it so foreign towards it, he can't help but tense and draw away no matter how much he wants a simple hug.

-Regresses a lot when sleepy so you can catch him laying on his back, sprawled across something not good for said back.

-He doesn't talk much of his regression and can usually mask through it, even if he knew he shouldn't. He knows how he doesn't isn't pure or soft or really that fun. He knows it's nothing to be ashamed of when he's thinking straight, but still.

Welp, that hurt a little.

If you wanna see more, feel free to drop some asks and requests in my ask!!

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I am disabled.

My hands get cramped and so do my legs from sitting too long. Or laying too long. Or just existing, I have chronic pain!

My back is always killing me from my shitty posture, and my poor hips aren't much better, but still, I pick up my damn pencil, flex my fingers, and learn like everyone else.

Plain and simple it IS fucking abelist.

If people can paint with their feet, you can learn how to make art without AI.

Do it the right way or don't do it at all.

not to be that guy but i think it's a lot more ableist to assume that disabled ppl can't make art without ai than it is for me to not like ai

[donteverblameash]

"Ash, you are in the MARVEL fandom. You've got to have a crush on SOME of them."

They were my parent before they were hot I fear.

[donteverblameash]

Alright, here goes!

Shout out to regressors that regress when they don't feel well, physically or mentally!

Shout out to queer regressors!

Shout out to disabled regressors

Shout out to black and POC regressors!

Shout out to regressors who like superheros!

Shout out to regressors with a long-distance CG!

Shout out to regressors who started out as CGS!

Shout out to regressors who have a hard time pinpointing how old they feel!

Shout out to regressors who cuss!

Shout out to regressors who had a hard time coming to terms with their regression!

Shout out to regressors with a fictional CG(s)

Shout out to regressors that wanna throw tantrums, but can't!

Shout out to regressors with little to no gear

Shout out to regressors who are clingy!

Shout out to regressors like me!

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I LOVE mobile data because what do you mean I can go on Tumblr and read Stucky domestic fluff and spam like Thunderbolts tweets but CAN'T talk to my friends who I miss so bad I am gnawing that the bars of my enclosure????

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I'm about to go on a trip, and I am begging on my knees. Some crazy ass shit doesn't happen.

It's unlikely at best, but I can dream, let a man dream.

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My worlds just fucking collided on that last one, you work that pose funky green man.

drawings yay

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Well, what are you waiting for, pass it on.

Trans women are women. Pass it on.

[donteverblameash]

Happy Father's Day, you guys, gives biggest hug I can ever possibly manage to Dr. Bruce Banner. Hope you guys have a great day!!

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Can't believe all famous characters didn't just SPAWN in as famous characters. They were once just someone's little blorbo that they held in the palm of their hand like "Ooohh, they like this food, and talk this way, and, oh! Oneeee parent down... twoooo parents down..."

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Hey so it's got a little kick.

a Thunderbolts* comic about Bucky's void rooms, and how I think it would have been interesting to see him, being the only one to have had the time to heal from his trauma, to maybe be able to shape and resist the void because of it. • Rebecca

• Hydra

• The Shield

Thanks for reading my very long thought experiment that plagued me until I drew it all out. 🙂

[donteverblameash]

A Stressful Night

WARNING: Nightmares and strictly platonic!!

Summary: When Peter one wakes up with nightmares, Peter three steps up to help when he's the only big brother around.

Words: 1569

A/N: First fic of my summer vacation, ugh, chat I'm doing too much writing so many fics at once, but I'm happy I AT LAST got one out. Hope you like it 😭❤️

Fic under the cut :)

The feeling of a lumpy couch prodding right into the middle of a back, the smell of leftover pizza wafting through the living space, the ominous tick... tick of the grandfather clock.

Welp, it was definitely Peter three's place.

The Spider-Brothers were prone to sleepovers, sleepovers that were more often unplanned than not, and since this particular sleepover was the usual, Peter three treated his esteemed guests to his leftovers and tons of TV, and his alternate selves didn't complain one bit as they enjoyed a night of trash reality television and a contest to see who could eat the most pizza and then hold himself upside down without puking.

Normal Spider-Man activities.

And when Peter three woke up on that couch, the sky still an inky blue that early in the morning, many things didn't surprise him, and one thing did.

The taste of toothpaste in his mouth was still lingering after he brushed his teeth the night prior after he puked everywhere. His back was killing him more than Peter two's did him as he had slept on his lumpy couch for hours under a crumpled soda can. And he had a headache because apparently staring at a TV all day didn't do great things to you at all. Three expected all of this.

What he didn't expect is to hear gut-wrenching screams.

He jolted up off the couch, trying not to slip with socks on a hardwood floor. He immediately pinpointed the screaming to be coming from Peter one's room, which Three called the guest room, but it never housed any other guest but One. Peter two was always made to sleep in Three's room.

So yeah, Peter one's room.

Anyways, the older brother instincts kicked in, which spidey sense had nothing on as Peter three was in Peter one's room in 0.4 seconds flat.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?? Why are you screaming? Why...????" Three, in his very frazzled and just as well meaning state, reached out to the younger, which he was happy to find looked physically safe, maybe just being a little paler then usual.

"Mister... no... he was... Mister Stark... don't go..." Peter one whimpered, a high, pleading sound as he reached out to the other Peter as well, seemingly desperate for something that the elder didn't know. Already, three felt hopeless.

"Hey, hey..." Three repeated, feeling himself cringe on the inside as he tried to find a better word to say then just "hey" over and over.

"It's okay. I won't go. I'm sorry, buddy. Mister Stark isn't here right now. But I'm here, okay? Peter three's here, and I'm not going anywhere." Three promised, clasping his little brother's hands, giving them a gentle squeeze that he prayed was reassuring.

But the younger boy's eyes were still welled up, and Peter three could already hear the soft sobs ready to flow out of his little brother. He started to panic.

"Okay! Okay! I-I'll get two, alright? Nightmare? It was a nightmare, right?" Peter one frantically nodded in response to three's question.

"Yeah, yeah, right! It's okay, bud. He'll know what to do!" And at that, Peter three scrambled back out of the room, an almost childish fear, the need for someone older and wiser, grappled at his chest. "Peter two!?" Three called as he ran to the room where the eldest brother was made to reside at his house, his stomach dropping to find it empty.

"Okay... he must be in the bathroom." Three whispered reassuringly to himself, dashing off to the room's bathroom and barging in without knocking like he always did. Finding it empty, too.

Great, so this means Peter two has gone missing, and Peter one is talking about dead people. Just that Parker luck.

Three stumbled out of his room with an uneasy hum, licking his lips and pacing around in a little circle as he thought of his next move, which he didn't have to think for for long due to in the darkness, he spotted a small note covered in sharply scrawled, but still neat handwriting.

The oldest spidey. The only person in the world that would leave a note in a house full of seemingly sleeping brothers to say where he's gone off too at three in the morning.

Peter three grabbed up the note like it was ancient scripture, his eyes flying over the text.

Said note stated as follows:

Hey, whoever kiddo who's reading this! Police thing came in, bank robbery down the road, don't swing after me, you guys just rest! I'll be back in the morning!

Love ya!

-The best biggest brother, Peter two!

Two would be out until morning. Parker luck once again, fantastic, and I was only joking before.

And as much as Peter would have liked to think about how much this sucks and how much he wanted his big brother, this wasn't the time to turn bitter when his little brother needed him.

So, swiftly, he escorted himself back to Peter one's room. Finding him huddled under the covers, tears streaming down his face.

"Hey..." Peter three whispered gently, cringing as he said the dreaded word yet again. "Yeah, two isn't here. He's out doing work and stuff. But I'm here. So tell me about this dream." Peter settled himself next to his little brother, careful to be mindful of his space, which he didn't actually need to be as one threw himself on top of him as soon as he was in arms reach.

"It's the ones about Mysterio again." One mumbled into his big brother's shoulder, shuffling. "The ones just like his illusions. It felt so real." Three could feel the boy physically shudder against his body. He placed a tentative hand on one's back, rubbing up and down.

"But they're not. That's what you gotta remember, bud. They're just stupid dreams, and they aren't real." Peter three tried to soothe his little brother. "Even though they feel really, really real at the time."

Three rested his cheek slowly on top of his little brother's head, feeling his own breath even out and slow at the touch. He reminded himself that it was fine, One just had a nightmare. They were both going to be so fine.

So Peter three rocked and cradled, wiped at tears, and hummed until the kid was calm. Three really didn't wanna ruin it, but in the back of his mind, a voice nagged him, and it was getting harder and harder to ignore.

"Hey, bud, when you woke up... you were talking about Tony. What was that all about?" Peter asked slowly, hoping he didn't make things worse after he seemingly succeeded in keeping One from freaking out for a good ten minutes.

Peter one's jaw visibly clenched at the question, but before Peter three could go off and say he didn't have to answer if he didn't want to, one answered.

"I just wanted him. He just got it, y'know? And you guys get it so well too, don't get me wrong, I love you guys. But I just..."

"Miss him?" Three finished. One nodded.

"Yeah. I miss him."

"Well, let's talk about him." Three smiled, an open invitation for One to talk about his hero.

"Pfft..." One let out a wek laugh. "I'm pretty sure you and two have heard everything I can tell you about Mister Stark. I mean, it's not like I even knew him for long-"

"Don't care, just tell it all to me, again, just to make sure I didn't miss anything the first two times." Peter three cut him off, looking expectant now.

With a few more, "Are you sures," Peter one got started on his rendition of the Tony Stark life story. Damn, Three thought, he should definitely make a documentary with all he knew. His brothers would watch it if no one else did.

Also, by the time he hit the MIT days, One was passed out, and so was Three.

Nightmares, zero, big bros, one.

"Boys! I'm home!" Peter two called out later that morning, a box of donouts in his hands as he climbed through the window, pulling it shut with a web and setting the box on the table.

"I got breakfast!" He called again, knowing the mention of breakfast, or any food for that matter, made his overly fast metabolism yielding little brothers come running from whatever corner of the house or universe they were in, so he was surprised when they DIDN'T come running.

"Boys?" The eldest spider brother called before hearing some loud snores from One's room and, with a fond smile, decided to start there.

When he opened the door, he found his two little brothers tangled up in a pile of sheets and limbs, completely knocked out. Peter two instantly went fumbling for his shitty broken phone, snapping a few pictures. How he wished he could get up there with them but he was still musky from the nights events. Damn he needed a shower.

But still he found himself leaning against the doorway, not moving for that shower.

May God, or the Gods, Two has now learned from one there is a whole hell of a lot of them, bless these kids so they don't have to suffer so much.

That's what two thought as he stood there, watching over his brothers, now sleeping peacefully.

Because that's the least they deserve.

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sam: at least tell me what time

sam: remember that time you kicked me out the sky?

bucky: im very sorry, i will marry you as penance for my crimes .

sam: woah now

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EVERY SINGLE TIME I READ DOWN I WHEEZED LOUDER???

THIS POST I JUST SAW?? I GENUINELY CAN'T BREATHE

BY @m1l3sperh0ur ON TWITTER

[donteverblameash]

Because when he didn't have anything, he had his Bucky.

Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky 

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GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY FUCKING ENCLOSURE, MOONY YOU SLY DOG RAGHH 🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥

THESE ARE SO FUCKING GOOD I LOVE OUR AND YOUR IDEAS AND I CANT WAIT TO... AHEM... DISCUSS THEM FURTHER

ANYWAYS, RANSOM IM COMING FOR YOUR KNEECAPS (Or your back) so WATCH THE FUCK OUT/SILLY

AND THANKS AGAIN I LOVE IT JUST AS MUCH AS I HATE RANSOM

Hugh ‘Ransom’ Drysdale Tickle-Cannons

A/N: hey so uhhhhh pretty much no one asked for this and it has been SO LONG since I properly made headcannons but a certain someone @donteverblameash and I started a conversation about him and uh………. It went VERY SOUTH. /silly Words cannot describe the unfathomable loathing I feel for this man he is a complete asshat and deserves to rot in jail.

………BUT- (Ash I’m so sorry I stole a lot of ur ideas for this PLS FORGIVE ME but also enjoy these for when u wake up :3)

(NSFW / ‘MINORS DNI’ / AGELESS BLOGS PLS DO NOT INTERACT THIS BLOG IS RUN BY A MINOR!!11!!1)

Lee:

Okay starting off the conversation with lee!Ransom because promise me it’s not gonna take long 😭

Literally made of steel everywhere

EXCEPT this one spot on the side of his back (can again thank my buddy Ash for this idea HGEGGGE)

But even then it only makes him chuckle 😪

But if you even so much as brush it he is cursing and insulting you to kingdom come

“whAT THE SHIT-? …What the FUCK was that?! No, what the hell makes you think you have any right to touch me?! Don’t ever do that again, you understand?!”

…….I guess you can try using it against him but the minute you mention it aloud to anyone?

……yeah you’re pretty much dead

In fact no straight after you’ve even tried to tickle him HES GETTING YOU AND MAKING U SWEAR TO SECRECY??

UGH ITS NOT FAIR HES A BRAT WHO DESERVES TO BE WRECKED BUT IT JUST DOESNT WORK THAT WELL ON HIM 😭😭😭😭

Ler:

HOOOOH boy this is when the conversation gets long 😓

If I had to sum it up I’d just say he is EVIL INCARNATE

not nice at all hes just making fun of you and your reactions the whole time AND LAUGHING AT YOU??

“Hahaha, oh man, this is incredible!”

“Jesus, you’re loud. I’m barely even touching you!” (WHILE HES DIGGING INTO UR WORST SPOTS GOD HES HORRIBLE??)

“Oh, you’re sorry? I don’t forgive you.”

does not start out soft he just goes straight for the weak spots and focuses there 😪😪

Will literally just attack you for as long as HE wants like he’s not stopping someone else will have to DRAG you away because he is not gonna listen to them 😢

Doesn’t make any exceptions to being nice like even after he’s done he’s just like “Okay, I’m bored now.” AND WILL JUST WALK OFF AND LEAVE YOU AFTER NEARLY KILLING YOU /silly

Utilises the t-word and any other teases like a FUCKING WEAPON OF NUCLEAR DESTRUCTION

“Tickle tickle tickleeee! Coochie coochie coo! Ohohoh, you’re so ticklish, it’s insane!” (I FUCKING NEED HIM DEAD.)

Don’t even bother trying to insult him or threaten him he’ll just react like this HE DOESNT GAF.

Flips between two types of attacks: Either one where you don’t even realise he’s about to do it or one where he bursts into a family gathering and ANNOUNCES IT TO THE WORLD???

I doubt he’d be one to do raspberries and stuff like that often but if he knows it gets to you then trust me HELL DO IT.

The type of dick to pull the ‘What’s that? You want more? Not what I was expecting to hear, but alright.’ LIKE AFTER YOUVE INSULTED/THREATENED HIM AND HE JUST TICKLES U MORE

Also loves to pin ur hands down under his knees so both his hands are free to just go nuts GOD HES AWFUL????

Definitely not one to turn down a chase either like once he wants to get you HE WILL MOVE HEAVEN AND EARTH TO DO SO

Either that or he threatens an attack but doesn’t say when so you’re just left paranoid the whole day……

ANYWAY THATS ALL I GOT but I speak for @donteverblameash and myself that he is horrible AND WE HATE HIM

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I am BEGGING you to not bring that back/lh

if you were to dye your hair what color?

"I mean, my blond phase was very iconic, I think I'd bring that one back."