#Project: Eden Ock

[esa-marie]

And here's Ock!! The doc ock of Project: Eden!!

They're a scientist who was working with the same facility that helped Eve 'grow up', so to speak.

[ottos-funny-bunny]

Infect me with your loving.

Chapter 3.

Warnings: Violence, mentions of depression, eventual smut.

Summary: Ongoing fic between an OC/ Doc Ock

Fandom: Spider-Man/Marvel

Authors Note: Hello!!! Thank you all again for the love and support I’ve been receiving. I appreciate every single one of you. And I’m so excited to keep filling you in on Dylesia’s and Otto’s life together 💗

He looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that’s partly why they love me, and partly why they leave. — Jeanette Winterson

It had been four weeks. Four silent, lonely weeks. Days that turned to weeks. Weeks that had came and went in a blur of color and sound. Days that meant nothing, as a hopeful heart searched for a sign, a grind of gears, the harsh scrape of metal, a flash of red. But nothing. The sound of silence was abnormal for this kind of city, a city full of chaos and villains. And yet, her villain was nowhere to be seen.

The morning after his leaving Dylesia sat in her bed, the plush of the duvet surrounding her, thin fingers tracing the line on her face that he had touched. Was she seriously so touch starved that she needed the attention of a crazed mad scientist? But he wasn’t a mad scientist. He was brilliant, handsome, charming. But so was the snake in Eden, Dylesia reminded herself harshly. The days had droned on, studio, home, and back. She could almost see her rut beginning to form in the cracks and gum on the sidewalk. Her villain. Good god, get over yourself. You’re the most pathetic person I know. Her brain repeated those words over and over. She almost felt like him. Voices in her head reminding her of her failures her shortcomings, how disappointing she looked how disappointing she was.

“Dys?” Came the soft voice of the woman she so loved and cherished. “Mm?” She responded back, a thin brush dipping into watered down paint, her wrist laying on the dry part of the canvas while two fingers clenched the brush creating soft hairs along the ears of the hare she had been painstakingly painting for the past two days. It was one of those paintings that she did, then put back, then worked, then put back. “I’m heading home for the evening, don’t stay too late okay?” Nelly walked up behind her, gently laying her hand on her shoulder, watching her paint thin lines going along the base of the large ears. “I won’t Nel. I’ll be fine. See you tomorrow.” She mumbled as her reading glasses slid down the bridge of her nose. Nelly sighed lightly, casting her a sidelong glance before moving out of the studio and making the decent down the stairs into the city that never sleeps.

Dylesia pulled back from her painting, tossing her paint brush in the glass mason jar with a clink, watching the white paint bloom in the clear water, clouding it like the thoughts of Otto clouded her brain. Her hands rubbed down her legs, where the mustard yellow apron hung off of her, shielding her clothes from the mess she would be creating. Once the final click of the door could be heard, Dys spoke out into the open. “Alexa, play Apple Music.” The robotic voice of her Alexa responded back, before the small speaker erupted in music, filling the void left behind from Nelly leaving. The haunting music hummed against the walls, as Dys stood, raising her easel with it. If she was going to be miserable, she wasn’t going to take it laying down. The dulcet strumming of an acoustic guitar lulled Dylesia into an almost robotic focus, humming along with the familiar lyrics.

Time passed like sand as it had in days before, coffee fueled and alone, Dys finished a good bit of work in those few hours of solitude. Emails sent, paintings almost done, other project thumbnails scatted on her desk next to her laptop.

A dull thud, emanated throughout the studio, Dylesia looked up, placing her cleaned brush in her messy updo, keeping it secure in place so she wouldn’t loose it. Thud thud thud. There it came once more, almost like someone was above her. But Nelly and her inhabited the top studio. Maybe it was the Asian restaurant below, knocking on her floor as a warning. Thin fingers pushed the glasses up her nose as a nearby car alarm blared it’s warning song. Bare feet padded across the paint splattered floor to the large expansive windows to where the man of the hour stood, expectantly. Dys scoffed at the sight of him. Cat and mouse was NOT a game she was very interested in playing. Her palms pressed flush to the pained glass pushing it open, her head popping out to glance down at him. “I don’t remember ordering anything.” The sarcastic remark came too easy for her to the man below. He’d dressed up. Wearing the comfortable black sweater, he donned matching black trousers and nice dress shoes. God was he handsome. Still wearing sunglasses though.. who the hell wears sunglasses at night. “So I am in the right place, little bird.” Came the cool purr from the man, his amusement obvious along his features. “Are you planning on doing this for awhile? I mean just so I can be a little bit more prepared.” She shot back, choosing for the time being to ignore the nickname he had graced her with. “That’s entirely up to you, my dear. If you want me to leave, say the word and I’ll go.” How could be so unbothered? A gnawing in her belly reminded her of her intrusive thoughts. His complete blase attitude towards anything and everything, probably similarly to how he felt about her. He wanted something. That’s why he came.

The pale woman chewed on her lip momentarily before leaning back into her building, yelling down to him. “The doors unlocked. Come in.” Dys parked herself back in front of her easel after closing the glass, focusing on last few phrases of the song about to end in the background instead of the man coming up the stairs. “…As I think of you, less and less…” As large as Otto was in stature, he was incredibly graceful coming into her studio. Turning and closing the old wooden door behind him, taking in the majesty of her work place. Scientists were a far cry from artists, but he felt a twinge of familiarity in the crumpled papers and old coffee mugs surrounding the thin, and rather tired looking woman sitting across from him. Her artistic nature reminded him of Rosie, a sad expression crossed his face at the thought of his dearly departed wife, his actuators whirring uncomfortably in the silence. “What do you want.” She didn’t even bother to look at him, engulfing herself in her anguish. She wanted nothing to do with him. He would be just like the rest, there in a minute and gone with a flash.

Otto glanced at her curiously, before walking towards her, examining her painting and work that surrounded her. For a girl who acted so meek, she certainly had a talent and should broadcast it more. Be proud of who she is and what she accomplished. “Well…” Otto began after mulling over his words carefully. “I did tell you I’d be wanting to see your work.” Dys rolled her eyes, glancing at the hare in front of her, throughly unimpressed with the situation and her artwork. The paint brush pulled from Dys’ hair and was sat unceremoniously in a pile of brushes next to her, her blonde locks falling around her and brushing her shoulders. “Well, here it is. Satisfied?” Dylesia was suddenly made aware of the closeness between them, a blush warming her otherwise cool expression. “Very..” Otto spoke softly, reaching out a hand to touch her, to feel her warm skin under his, run his fingers through her beautiful hair, but drew back, made fully aware of her distaste in him. “You do very well, little bird, tell me about this one?” He straightened up, an actuator pulling a stool up to her side. Dys watched him from the corners of her eyes, and had to stifle a laugh as the very large man was trying to wrestle himself on a very small stool. “Otto… There’s other chairs.”

“Ah, yes.” Came the frustrated grunt of the scientist. “But none of them are next to you.” Dys scoffed, and turned at him with a malicious glance, straightening herself in her seat. “This is a hare. It’s on a wooden round someone was just going to throw away… A more sophisticated found object piece. We have a show coming up soon and I need to…” the weight of what he had just told her sunk in. “Why do you do that?” She snapped, almost surprising herself with her own forthcoming-ness. “You come here, after weeks, and say something sweet. You give me hope then rip it right from me. I’m not interested in your games.” Otto eyed her up carefully, his hand gently reaching out towards hers completely engulfing her smaller one in his. The warmth of his his hand warmed her from the outside in, but still she sat, not willing to let down her own resolve just yet. “Dylesia, I’m a dangerous man.”Otto began carefully, his eyes meeting her piercing green ones. “As I’ve gathered,” she shot back, her thumb tracing small circular patterns on his calloused hands. “I can’t pull you into my world. I enjoy you, but my life is not meant for you. You’re a sweet woman, you’re intelligent and kind. But I can’t watch you get hurt like everyone else that comes into my life.” His actuators flicked around him, irritated at how open their father was being with the woman. Careful. Could hurt. Stay away. “Shut up.” Otto grumbled under his breath, shoving them away from her. “Leave her alone.” His free hand gently reached up and turned her face towards him. “I’m not who I once was by no means. But I still have a past, and my future isn’t very promising, Dylesia.” Dys leaned into his touch, sighing at the small embrace. “Then why do you keep coming back? Am I supposed to be happy when all I’ve ever wanted comes with a price? We’re just lost in our game Otto, chasing each other. I don’t… I don’t care that you’re dangerous. If you want to be around me, then stay. But I can’t keep opening the door for a guest who shows up when it’s convenient for him.” Dylesia pulled back from him and stood from her spot, looking down on him for the only time that she was really ever able to.

“Dylesia… You’re like a ghost of the past. You’re so familiar and yet so foreign.” Otto watched her thin frame stand to its full height, stifling a chuckle at how adorable she looked when she was trying to be serious. “That’s why I keep coming back. I want to learn about you, I want to bury myself into your darkest depths.” Otto stood now himself, pushing the stool out from under him with a free actuator, his hands rested on either sides of her arms, starring at her intently waiting to see what the woman in front of him would have to say.

“Then stay. If not forever, at least for now. If you want to know me fine. Let me tell you about my life, my loves, my hates. My deepest depths, as you so eloquently put.” Dys paused, her gaze softening to look up at the scientist in front of her. “But you need to let me in too. Then, we can talk about dangers and judgements.” Otto stood and stared at her with that look, that look like she had walked openly into a death sentence. Like she was absolutely off of her mind crazy. “I don’t understand why you’re starring at me like that when you were actively talking to yourself, just minutes before.” Otto chuckled the crows feet on the corner of his eyes crinkling with his laugh. She could get used to that view.

“I’ll stay.”

[esa-marie]

I like making spotify playlists so heres a masterlist.

I'm still updating a ton of these and if you have any suggestions for characters/ prompts i would love to hear it

Fandom:

Shirt music with success of upon people || Flesh Cousin || Regretevator

Mostly compiled of songs that are utter nonsense, or fit the idea of a disconnect between your mind and your body.

Toxic construction Yaoi || Mannequin mark and Wallter || Regretevator

Songs that are pining, but also sad. bc divorce.

I just love to dance || Big Mama || ROTTMNT

Big Mama talks about dancing a lot in rottmnt. I threw in lots of girl disco and some more evil-vibed songs, ofc. (I love her sm im a #1 big mama defender)

FUCK YES! || Karlach || BG3

Karlach's story means so much to me. lots of songs to do with fire/ inevitability/ general badassery.

Fate spins along as it should || Withers || BG3

This one is the most WIP bc im sourcing a lot of the songs from old 13th century manuscripts, which is harder than it sounds.

Various White Knight Chronicles Playlists ( Cisna , Ceasar , Eldore , Yulie , Leonard , Kara , Setti/Grazel ). Since the fandom is actually incredibly small I might make a separate post for their playlists.

OC and others under cut!

OC

'What is it?' 'Home.' || Zael Stormveil || BG3 tav

Zael is my first tav when I started playing BG3. Im developing her more as I play, and started a tag for her on this blog

Was I sweet once? || Anatasios || BG3 Durge

Even though I havent finished my Zael run, I started a Durge run. Still more WIP than other playlists, and is about resist!Durge

Comin' atcha live from Avalonia! :3 || Elliot || LBP OC

Elliot, also known as console kitty, is a tv celebrity in avalonia! Ill spare you the rest of their lore for now, but their playlist is full of silly goofy songs, and songs about not feeling good enough, for whatever reason :)

Spidersona [Spider: Null] || Eve || Project Eden

My spidersona universe (Project:Eden) uses a different titling scheme than my other playlists. Anyway, Eve was a computer program who was ejected into reality. She now has to figure out how to be a human, and what being a human really is.

The Lizard || Lilith || Project Eden

Eve's best friend, who knew her when she was just a program on a laboratory computer. She has a corruption arc :3 (dw she gets better. Kinda.) gentle songs, and some not-so gentle songs

Doc Ock || 'Ock || Project Eden

A scientist who was employed at the same facility Eve was created. calculating, colhearted, cynical. at least for now (enemies to lovers??? P). Science songs and love songs, ofc

The Goblin || Goby || Project Eden

His tagline is "Imitations Limitations"-- a fish man cyborg amalgamation that was trying desperately to mimic the structures of pre-awakened Eve. But, that didn't go well, for him or the scientists. Not nonsense, but definitely songs that teeter on insane.

You said you know a guy? || Vance || Rottmnt OC

Vance is a scavenger, they go above the hidden city and 'scavenge' for things to sell below. Energy is his name, an he lives up to it.

You dont know me. || The Ghosts Official Playlist

I have several WIP projects, and Pastries and a Poltergeist is one of them. The ghost inhabits this old, run down, 70s house and is trying to get Maya to move out. but she wont. Melancholy 70s

I need this. || Maya Dufour's Official Playlist

Recent college graduate, she's about to find out why this house was insanely cheap. Stubborn. WIP.

This is a story about beginnings || The Librarian's Official playlist.

Ill spare the story for The Dead World for now, but The librarians playlist is a lot of epic orchestral and some medival songs sprinkled in.

Squash and Stretch || Cross || AVA/AVM OC

Living in-between a sketched figure and a stick figure, Cross is ever stuck in limbo. lots of video game songs/ songs to pick them up.

GameDev!Donnie || TMNT SONA Official Playlist

Gamedev is stuck in the world of video games for now. He doesnt mind a ton, although he misses his brothers sometimes. Filled with upbeat/happy video game songs

Monsters? That's Outrageous! || Gwen || Doors OC

WIP, but songs relating to the timeloop shes stuck in or the game itself.

Got it!! || Tracey || White Knight Chronicles OC

Songs for when your not the main character but still trying to be useful.

Technically I have more OC playlists but I think that's good for now ahjhkdbSAhkadk

Other

GET SHIT DONE (via killer video game soundtracks)

Over 40 hours of video game music (as soon as i finish a game it gets shoved into this playlist. I might reduce it in the future but I like the absurdity of how big it is)

She blinded me... WITH SCIENCE!!! || Silly songs about science

Specifically songs referring to science. This started as a Donatello playlist but then i fully committed to the bit. This is also technically my most popular playlist for some reason lmao.

A New Ghost Town

WIP playlist for a fanfic I may never make (each song is supposed to be representative of a chapter/ the chapter titles) (if you wanna know its dp and Gravity falls crossover)

Again, you'll see more playlists than this on my account (shared) But heres the tip of the iceberg :)