#Rosalie Octavius
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
eloisyw8 · 6 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
˖ ࣪💜࿔.┆︎"So the darkness shall be the light and the stillness the dancing."
831 notes · View notes
vurd-ed · 5 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
The moon and the sun 💙💖🤍💖💙
91 notes · View notes
satoshy12 · 11 months ago
Text
(had the idea after a post i saw, but not able to find it) Peter, a civilian, was already very late to his job as an intern in the Daily Bugle, but to his bad luck, a villain attacked the city. So out of mistake because of a sleep disorder, he knockout punched Dr. Doom while running already late to his work; he didn't even notice he did that to Dr. Doom as he was in his job and explained to JJ Jamson why he was late. The thing is, Peter didn't even notice he did that, and the Daily Bugle, like Jamson, didn't say anything; after all, he one punched Dr. Doom, and you kind of have to be crazy to take pictures of Spiderman.
- Peter's bad luck was that he somehow knocked out all his villains that way, as Peter Parker did. People started to think he would become a villain in the future. Harry has no idea what his friend is doing and is going crazy about it. What is he thinking? - Dr. Doom hates Peter the photograph(hear Dr. Doof Perry voice) just as much as Squirrel Girl! - Yes, Doreen had the fun of doing the same as Peter, as she joined him in the Daily Bugle. Jamson was totally okay with that girl joining; she helps Peter stay out of trouble, and both are making nice pictures! - Poor Dr. Otto Gunther Octavius was asked by his wife Rosalie Octavius to make sure that Peter doesn't do valiant work. That somehow saved him from being turned into a villain. Making sure Peter doesn't go villain.
Over time, it became the idea of a Villian Ogin story in New York.
The Cilvilian who did go vile because he did go late to work and lost his job.
The irony was Squirrel Girl's is the non-mutant or only mutant liked in New York.
Outsider:" That is a mutant!" New Yorker:" Just because her hair color doesn't mean she's a mutant!" Outsider:" I mean her squirrel tail!" New Yorker:" She just likes to cosplay."Leave her alone."
148 notes · View notes
rubbish78 · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Alfred Molina as Otto Octavius behind the scenes of Hero in Crisis Featurette: Spider-Man 2 (x)
225 notes · View notes
rittxnhouse · 11 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
“wait. you don’t remember what
she looks like ? 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄
𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 :-) ! ”
alt. :otto has a distorted nightmare about his and rosie’s wedding day post-accident.
61 notes · View notes
devoutlywished · 2 years ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
PETER: he doesn’t seem so bad.
HARRY: not if you’re a genius.
TVTropes: Mother Nature, Father Science / Spider-Man Trilogy (2002-2007) dir. Sam Raimi / Original Spider-Man 2 Screenplay by Michael Chabon (x) / The Spectacular Spider-Man #179 (1976)
414 notes · View notes
blapis-blazuli · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
Thought it was way past time to make a somewhat-updated version of this other post I made. Can you tell I'm desperate for more bi polyamorous Otto content?
169 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
It's pi day nerds. I like to think Otto always wanted to bake, being introduced to it via his mother, but never got the hang of it. Rosie helped him get back into the hobby with her own talent.
Tumblr media
Rosie is a lot better though-
198 notes · View notes
charactersmashorpass-2 · 6 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
"She's absolutely gorgeous and not to mention played by my girl crush Donna Murphy."
18 notes · View notes
eloisyw8 · 4 months ago
Text
Happy 20th Anniversary Spider-Man 2!! 🤍✨️
Tumblr media
308 notes · View notes
the-real-pocket-egg · 9 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
Overture
@spiderversebigbang
Written By: @the-real-pocket-egg
Illustrated By: @jo-v-ie, @hootdraws
Beta Read By: @aquamaris
Word Count: 13, 825 words
Chapters: 1/1
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Pairings: Otto Octavius/Rosalie Octavius
Characters: Otto Octavius, Rosalie Octavius, Norman Osborn, Curt Connors, Peter Parker, Aunt May Parker, Max Dillon, Flint Marko
Tags: Fluff, Angst, First Dates, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - 1980s, Musicals, Theatre, Romance, Memories, Memory Alteration, Headaches & Migraines, Redemption
Summary:
"In the realm of songs and symphonies, there exists such a thing as a climax, a crescendo; the striking of a match that burns its brightest the moment before being suddenly and unceremoniously snuffed out. It’s the point towards which the band has been clawing to reach, to see all of its hard work paid back in kind as the music swells and the audience’s hearts quicken in anticipation. When nothingness had fallen upon him, so with it went the music, and the Doctor had the sense that he had just been fully and thoroughly, suddenly and unceremoniously, snuffed out.
Hypothesis? Not-his Peter had killed him.
Great."
The year? 1982. The location? Broadway. The lesson? That maybe Otto Octavius understands T.S. Elliot more than he let on.
26 notes · View notes
illiana-mystery · 2 years ago
Text
Tumblr media
I love them 🥺😭
197 notes · View notes
tornrose24 · 1 year ago
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Had a bunch of random Marvel drawings in mind that I wanted to do.
I had this idea that my version of Gwen was actually cloned by Connors (this version of Curt is owned by @artistcaptainbendy) after the original died under certain circumstances. Though for added hilarity, she was actually the second clone because the first one... uh... didn’t turn out right. And yes, the first attempt clone IS a reference to Pizza Tower. Also I kind of missed drawing Max’s pre-Electro self.
After seeing Guardians of the Galaxy 3, I thought it’d be amusing but sweet if Rocket was a fan of Florence and the Machine. So why not make that happen here?
I also thought it’d be funny if a Hulk (this version also owned by artistcaptainbendy) threw someone threw the air for some reason (and go past people). After learning about the controversial and VERY stupid decision to kill off Kamala just to have a tragic twist in a Spiderman comic of all places, I figured that was the best reason to have that excuse.
57 notes · View notes
captainenjolras · 2 years ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
The Gang college era pt. 1
100 notes · View notes
verysmolnerd · 1 year ago
Text
Once Upon A Dream
Otto Octavius x DreamEater!Reader
Tumblr media
As you travel from building to building, trying to find someone who truly dreams; you catch sight of a man dreaming high up of an upper-scale apartment complex. 
Alas, it was the former villain, Doc Ock. You have had the pleasure of witnessing him attack a café and snag a redhead years ago. Unlike a large margin of dream eaters that give up their physical bodies to forever be in the dream world, you decide to be physically present during the day. There are just so many things that you can do as a person 
You never meddled with the dreams of supervillains, some part of you deep down refused to see what twisted minds could dream. 
You perched on the foot of his bed and looked at his sleeping face. Everyone looks peaceful sleeping, it’s because of how vulnerable they are. Undisturbed, careless, and calm. Hell, even you look like that when you sleep. Sadly, you do not get to have experiences of your own 
But now that he’s no longer under the influence of the arms and cleared his name, everything seems to be in a different light. You had heard that he was dragged to another plane of existence, that the heroes had decided to heal him and return him here. 
You had heard all about it: the trial, the public service, the part-time teaching job at Columbia, and his employment at Oscorp. It all went by so fast, but you’ll never forget the time he was repairing a bunch of government vehicles and tech that was busted; there were videos all over the internet, and he had no idea that they existed. Sometimes, he’d allow videos to be taken of him so he could give out tech tips that the corporate conglomerates didn’t want anybody to know. There’d be selfies too, from the close friends and distant family paying him a visit. 
As fun as it was, things started to go downhill. 
People would walk up to him as if they were the press and shove a phone in his face while asking a far-too-personal question that would make him uncomfortable. He stopped going out as much and stayed away from touristy areas of New York. 
He would only go out when he really wanted to, which involved socializing and groceries -excluding the commute to work- and somehow, there were still photos taken of him walking down the streets. Even when he made his actuators semi-retractable to appear more normal in the crowd, people still saw him and ran head-first with a phone in hand. 
The videos didn’t stop there; when he guest lectured before his part-time professor and tutor position, there were videos and streams of him. It was kinda creepy, and you heard rumors that he had begun to notice and banned cell phones from the class. If someone would need to send an emergency text or open the phone at all, they would have to do it outside the lecture hall. 
And it only got worse. The videos were so frequent and popular that they would end up in your social media feed. As much as you admired the former villain, you blocked and reported all the videos. What went to a fun little interaction and moral-boosting videos, turned into stalker photos and videos of seeing him in public. 
People were even beginning to stalk him like some sort of fucked up celebrity that they’d been pining for forever. Someone would sneak into his top-secret seminars for graduates, others would rendezvous him in supermarkets. One freak even went as far as to find his address. This prompted the former supervillain to not only move after only living in an apartment for a month but also file a restraining order on the freak. 
And now you’re looming over his bed in your dream eater form… well, that makes you one of those superfans now…hooray. 
You’ve looked at him long enough, that you’re getting tunnel vision on his face. That the metal armatures snaked all around his floor looked like strange decorations rather than his permanent appendages. 
He’s cute, really truly. Those big soft eyes of his are closed lightly and his plump cheeks are pressed up against the pillow as he snores ever so softly. His thickly-padded chest rose and fell with every single breath he took… and you’re blushing over a former super-villain sleeping. 
Ugh, you’re looking at him for too long, it’s even making you uncomfortable. 
You heard something spur to life, you didn’t really care because nobody can see you in this form. Though curiosity led you to the actuators opening and closing, as if they were going under REM. It’s intriguing, the AI in the arms has developed so much that they’ve gained human-like subconscious actions. They’re intelligent and unique, just like the man they are attached to. 
That’s what you assumed at first, but when you looked at them again, all four seemed to be trained to look in your direction. You must’ve been giving off some sort of energy that stirred them awake, and now they’re trying to find you…. Incredible, but nerve-wracking.
You reached forward toward his head, and tapped his temple, entering his dream. 
.
..
..
.
You shifted around to adjust to your new environment; more specifically, adjusting to the new energy that this dream brings. You do this with your eyes closed, the energy along with the sight of the dream can be overwhelming. 
It feels……like a distant childhood feeling, the smell or brief emotions that can bring someone back to a simpler time. You had the urge to take in this feeling for as long as the moment offered because you know better than anyone that it will soon fade and it will leave you chasing to feel that feeling once more. 
To your shock, that feeling never faded; and you can feel anything that was subconsciously tightened or held, loosened and free. You felt lighter and as free as the wind. It’s amazing, and you can only recall a few dreams like this. 
It takes a strong amount of emotion to have a dream like this, even then, it has to be the right emotion. Pure happiness is stimulating, which is a rare thing; people who cry themselves to sleep have heavy and loathing dreams; you don’t want to describe what it feels like when someone ice purely upset when they dream. 
Regardless, this familiar yet unfamiliar feeling is rooted in a source you’ve grown to know too well. It’s a nostalgic feeling that brings back joy. You know the true meaning of such a word, such a feeling. Because it causes something that can never have a solution. 
Pain. Nostalgia is rooted in three words, two are Greek and the third is German. Nostos meaning to return home,  algos meaning pain, and hiemweh meaning homesickness. All three are bundled up to represent the loss and feelings of times past. Such a thing can drive the modern person insane. 
Not wanting to further dwell on such a beautiful yet painful feeling, you opened your eyes. You’re in a New York apartment, but not the one you just left in the waking world. No, this one has a more homey feeling. You can feel the love from all the heavily used furniture in the place. 
The entire place lacked the cold feeling you felt when in the waking world, his apartment was so scarce and small. Well, it only makes sense because he’s lost everything before, so he loses sentiment in certain items. Though, part of you thinks he’s just afraid of losing everything again. 
And you can’t blame him! If this was the lifestyle he had beforehand, he must’ve been crushed to lose it all in the accident all those years ago. 
“These new batch of freshmen are far too literal,” A feminine voice serenaded the room, “They’re almost as bad as you are, Otto.” You froze, peering into the room to find the source of the voice.
It’s a kitchen, filled with decorations and comfortable furniture; and the source of the voice came from a woman walking away from the kitchen island and toward a dining table on the opposite side of the room. 
“Well, maybe if you help them, then they’ll understand,” A younger -but not too young- Otto sat at the head of the table, smiling when the woman sat down. You found it so strange to see him without the metal contraptions welded to his back. 
He raised his hand up and down as if it helps with the flow of the conversation. 
A gold wedding band gleams in the serene, yet natural light. 
Ah, now you see. It’s his late wife. You had heard rumors, but you were never certain because one Octavius is already illusive, a second would add to the struggle. Though, the only time she had even made the papers was when it came to her funeral. She was impaled by glass brought in by the machine that made her husband a monster to society. 
“Now, where’s the fun in that,” She set the tray down on the table and grabbed the teapot, “Self-discovery is the most enjoyable type. No other accomplishment could top that kind of feeling.” She has a point there, you can relate to that. It took years of self-discovery for you to truly understand what you truly are, and there’s always room to grow…
Although, bringing yourself back to the present, this dream.. is quite a rare sight. A rare energy. 
 It’s not common for people to have dreams of another person… but to make it sound so heavenly must be rooted in regret and mourning. Otto was in a dazed state as his wife poured him a cup of tea, then propped her head up with her hand as she looked at him with the eyes that you wish would happen to you someday.
Otto began to drink the tea, setting it down occasionally because it appeared to be hot, “But won’t you push them in the right direction? How could they ever understand something they don’t one where to look or lack a method to dissect the literature.” 
“Consider it a challenge then,” was her response, and you like this woman. An open mind that finds a way to throw any accusation off the rails. No wonder she was alluring to Otto, “One you are certain to win, Rosie?” Otto smirked, quirking a brow. 
Ah, so that’s her name. Once again fitting for her, something so poised, full of love, and smart fits this woman so well. Otto is a lucky man that’s for certain. Amongst all the spouses in the world, she is one in a zillion. “Always,” she says, “What would I win? If I won?” He answers, “All the kisses in the world.” She smiled once more, “Don’t I already have them?” He chuckled and pulled her off the chair to his lap, “You do, but there could be room for more.” He gives her a kiss, not letting go of her. 
They embrace, sharing this moment of bliss together. Breaking the kiss every once in a while to breathe before going back for more. Nothing sensual was truly displayed, rather there was pure romantic love from a movie screen. 
Honestly, the sight of this makes you wonder if you’ll ever be remotely lucky as the two of them. If they were like this before the accident on a regular basis, it only makes them look like star-crossed lovers. Fated for tragedy and anguish. Maybe on that part you wouldn’t want, but a romantic partner that loves you as much as you do them, you feel like you’re better off wishing upon a falling star.
A beep was sounded off next to you, the oven to be more precise. Rosie smiled, “Ah! The cake is done!” She stood up once more, walking back into the kitchen. He really did have everything, taking none of it for granted. Otto’s hand reached out for her as she walked away, his pained facial expression only tells you that he’s becoming aware inside of his dream. Tears were threatening to prick the edges of his eyes. You can’t imagine the pain he went through that evening. You can only assume this part of him, the part of him that loved with a big happy heart; died when she did. 
She slid on the oven mitts and wasted no time getting the dessert out of the oven. It looks mouthwatering despite no work with frosting or fruits making it look more pleasing to eat. She brought a knife out and cut a slice for Otto, quickly grabbing a plate as well with a fork. 
She quickly returned to him with the dessert, setting the plate down in front of him as she took her seat once more. Now Otto was crying, and Rosie quickly kissed at the tears, “I know your birthday wasn’t celebrated when you were a kid, so I figured that-“ she couldn’t even finish the sentence when Otto kissed her, again, and again. 
He pulled her back on his lap, holding her close as she began to hum the happy birthday tune. Tears fell from his face as she kissed him until the tears stopped flowing. After that, she got a small chunk of cake on a fork, “Open wide, sweetheart.” He ate from the fork, a wet smile appearing on his face as he chewed. Rosie then brought his teacup closer to him, tapping the rim to encourage him to take a drink after he swallowed the cake piece.  She pressed herself against his fleshy chest, which looked more appealing with the red turtleneck, as he sipped at the tea. 
You sighed happily at the sight, the only thing that could be more romantic was some scene from a romance novel; even then, that still pales to the love they share. 
Rosie smiled when she heard you, “I was wondering when you would show up.” She rose from the table, speed walking over to you while Otto was bewildered. She got a hold of your arm and sat you down across from her. 
“What,“ there wasn’t a spot where his eyes weren’t looking at you, “What are you?” With your sudden appearance, you can only tell that he’s becoming more aware of the dream. Normally, you’d just be seen as a silhouette, but fully-formed? This is interesting.  
You didn’t want to freak him out more, so you answered, “A dream eater. Though I would say that’s a poor name for me, I enter dreams and just take a little bit of energy from your dream without disrupting it.” You can see that he’s about to say something more, but you continued, “I don’t actually harm the dream itself when I absorb the energy, I just make you more lax in the dream. Hence,” You hold your hands out to gesture to the whole place, “The sudden appearance of this place you hold so dear to your heart.” 
Rosie smiled at him, “They used to visit me too. After my mom had passed,” She glanced at a photo far off in the distance, “They’d have me relive my best memories with her while I was grieving.” Otto looked at her then back at you. 
And then back at her again. Then you once more. 
You remember watching her over in her dreams, but you never connected the dots because she was sleeping alone in a hotel room. Though, part of you is glad that this has gone full circle. Not everyone is open-minded as Rosie. 
“Why?” His eyes were already so big and wet, let tears flow down his rounded cheeks as you hesitated to answer. “I didn’t initiate this dream, but I entered it for a wellness check.” You wriggled your hands,  “On me? Why?” He seemed appalled, but unsure of what to believe anymore. You don’t blame him, he’s far out of his element with this one. You opened your mouth, “I-“ Rosie hugged you instead of an answer being given, “Thank you for watching over Otto when he sleeps.” 
You nodded, about to say something but your surroundings began to blur and fade in and out. You looked up and around, “Well, you’re about to wake up.” You turn in Otto’s direction, he’s on the verge of breaking down again. 
The dream began to fade as Otto pulled his wife over for one more time as you were ejected out of Otto’s subconscious. 
.
..
..
.
You shake off the sudden bout of stupor, you were in the same position that you were in when you originally entered Otto’s dream. Speaking of Otto, his breathing changed; with a sharp inhale, his eyes fluttered open. 
“So you are real.” He said, his actuators curled back. “Although they cannot see you, I can perfectly.” He shifted in the bed to sit up. He rubbed his eyes, which seemed to be a bit red from crying in his sleep. He doesn’t seem to be fazed, by wet eyes. So, you can only assume this has been happening for a while… since he gained his sanity back. 
“Interesting,” you mumbled, “Are you alright?” He nodded in response, “Normally, I pretend that I am fine, but this time I can say it with honesty.”
“Thank you for that, normally the public eye has been watching my every move for weird intentions, but to have someone genuine to check up on me; my gratitude is immeasurable.” You know he can’t see your mouth, only a gleaming pair of eyes contrasting a shadowy form, but you smile and move back. You need to leave soon. 
“I’d love to talk more, but I have to return to my body or I’ll be stuck like this.” You said as you could see the run beginning to peak from the horizon’s edge. Otto looked pained at the thought, you may be the only person who truly understands him now. 
“Will I ever see you again?” He asked, innocent and desperate like a kid. “I’m sure of it.” You reassured him, cupping a soft cheek before floating toward the window sill. 
“I’ll see you again, once upon a dream.” 
21 notes · View notes
shrinkthisviolet · 7 months ago
Note
OC question: Has anyone ever claimed any of your OCs as their child? How'd your OC feel about that?
Ooh well for Morgan, there’s ofc Tina. Morgan’s always seen Tina as a mom anyway, and she knows Tina’s her godmother, so the shift isn’t surprising or even really all that jarring. In a lot of ways…it’s freeing. She didn’t realize just how suffocated she felt with Eowells around…until he wasn’t anymore (and she feels this complicated mix of relief and guilt around the whole thing).
Of course, things aren’t totally smooth sailing—s2 explores some tension between them as Morgan grapples with “either she knew he was an imposter the whole time and still let me live with him and lied, or she didn’t know and she thus wasn’t as close with my birth dad as I thought.” Though as with most things, the truth lies somewhere in the middle 🥺
For Amelia, Rosalie and Otto Octavius in the MCU, who by my headcanon are basically the Raimi versions but tragedy hasn’t struck them (yet 👀 maybe it will, maybe it won’t). Amelia isn’t sure what to make of them at first—they’re not the first family to try to foster her during the Blip, and she’s certain it’ll go the same way—yelling, screaming, and insults from both sides, and eventually an unceremonious trip back to the overcrowded orphanage.
But the Octaviuses…they’re different. They don’t back down when she purposely pushes their buttons and acts difficult—in fact, this gets them to try harder. Amelia doesn’t understand it. She’s not even really their family, all of this is just temporary until May and Peter come back—because they will, Amelia’s sure, they have to—so why are they trying so hard? It takes some time, but eventually, Amelia comes to realize their efforts are genuine, and they adopt her. She then becomes Amelia Parker Octavius…and even after May and Peter come back, Amelia remains an Octavius. She loves her new family too much to give them up 🥺 she has Parker and Octavius in her name, she can be both (until of course a certain death and a spell force her to only be one)
Reyna…sorta has this with Kamilla? But then again, Kamilla’s been part of Reyna’s life for as long as she can remember. Reyna adores her stepmother, the most present parent in her life*, and Kamilla adores her right back. Reyna loves her dad too ofc, but…she and her stepmom have a special bond 🥰 even in the past, she gravitates to Kamilla before anyone (well…after Nora, but before anyone else)
*Cynthia gave Reyna to Cisco to raise so she can continue to be a Breacher full time, and Cisco is partially in hiding due to his powers (metahumans being illegal in the future and all that). He did think of giving them up, so he could be more present to raise Reyna, but…she’s also the reason why he’s keeping them (in case of another outburst like in her younger years), along with him still wanting to help the displaced and endangered metas who need someone like Vibe in the absence of the Flash 🥺
Lucy has a similar situation with Obi-Wan, in that he adopts and raises her from essentially her babyhood, but it’s also a little different because she thinks he’s really her dad. I haven’t totally decided how the reveal is gonna play out, but…yeah, there’s gonna be some hurt feelings. Just because Lucy understands his reasons and knows that he genuinely did the best he could at the time doesn’t mean his lies don’t hurt.
ask my OC(s) anything!
Taglist (send an ask or DM to be added or removed):
@arrthurpendragon @ocappreciationtag @raith-way @vexic929 @ironverseocs @thechaoticfanartist @goldheartedchaoticdisaster @negative-speedforce @dream-beyond-the-fantasy
7 notes · View notes