#octorosie

[year2000electronics]

I NEED A HERO!

[vurd-ed]

The moon and the sun 💙💖🤍💖💙

[blapis-blazuli]

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?

[the-only-t4t-octorosie-truther]

cw // implied trans pregnancy

I'm posting this here if only to have more t4t octorosie in the tags

[the-only-t4t-octorosie-truther]

both trans

Would you ever do otto x rosie mpreg?

Hi! maybe! but how does the mpreg work with a hetero ship?

[xstarrydawnx]

It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Wowza! Can't believe it's been two whole years on here eh? Time really flies...

Srsly though,even in the most shittiest times of my life I have found solace on this app.All of the people I've met on here have shown nothing but support and love and I can't thank them enough.

Gotta give a shout-out to my dearest friends n' mutuals

@darwyyzard (also known as their former account @darwyyzle ) -fellow kwazini fan!! Haha srsly though Louie is an amazing person and artist so full of energy.I hope they never lose that...

@octorosi -Ceo of Barnacles lol.Although she's been inactive on here for 2 months sadly,I can't possibly forget her,she's and amazing human being and I hope she's alive and well!

@undrsk0re -Such a creative and funny person! Cole is also an amazing artist and I can't wait to see more of viola.com. Love ya Cole!/p

@kattyanimationzyt yet another talented artist!! (And animator as well) Katty is so positive and full of life.She has a Bright future ahead in animation and art! Keep up the good work Kat!

@captainlightbulbzz -yet ANOTHER talented artist (crazy how I know so many talented artists) although also inactive on here since October,I can't NOT include them here.I hope you're still alive and well lighty! Such a loving and creative person...

And last but certainly not least... @somayblue - an absolute gem of a person!! And an incredible artist,somay is such a passionate and loving human being,everytime we talk I can feel the emotions.I hope to meet her irl one day (and my other mutuals and friends as well)

Also some honorable mentions!

@driedlemonz

@reclusivesapphire

@fipdip (inactive ☹️)

@biskysposts

@asttrro

@xjumbled-up-brainx

@i-want-a-donut

@ectonika

ILY GUYS!!

Thank you everyone for an amazing two years on here!! I hope that we'll still be close as time goes on! I'm so grateful for all of the love and support y'all have given me!

From the bottom of my heart,thank you everyone and I'm looking forward to see what the future brings ❤️💜

[heartofhubris-a]

Moments in Time Ch. 6

[AO3]

Rating: Gen

WC: 1516

Tags: Rainy day, affection, dancing, married life,

Fandom: Spider-Man (Movies - Raimi), Spider-Man - All Media Types

Ship: Otto Octavius/Rosalie Octavius

Disc: This was written for the lovely @arandomnerdsblog578 on tumblr; We were talking about how cute it would be if Rosie and Otto had gone to a dance class, one thing led to another, and this soft scene has been plaguing me for weeks.

The soft 'tck' of rain was all too familiar against the window. The rhythm varied, but always circled back to a familiar sense of simplicity, a vision of comfort. Rosie had been the first out of bed that morning, making them a simple breakfast Otto was all too familiar with. Fried eggs and toast, bacon. Simplicity and perfection on a plate. They’d eaten together in the bed, Rosie pulled into his chest by his arm, his lips pressing affectionate kisses to her shoulder.

Once they had gotten out of bed properly, the light tapping had urged Rosie to push Otto to pull out their record player, the machine clicking to life with a soft hum of static. It took them a few hours to change from the nightgowns they’d been in; him wearing the trousers and her the shirt of a matching set.

Once they did, their day was soon underway; a morning of soft tones from his records, and the flicks of pages of books. He, a journal, her, a classic with pages worn thin from reading once, thrice, too many times to count. Each soft page told her stories she was long familiar with, old friends who never changed, but always made her feel some sea of emotion.

Even with her worn pages, Rosie had never relented on his own care of his books; spines falling apart, glue firmly cracked through, corners flaking apart, if they were still even attached. He had once argued the singed pages offered a character hers would never find.

Rosie had just laughed at his argument.

But the familiar tones in the air were soothing, a comfort in this harsh world. They read together for longer than either cared to admit, only offering an ear to the world when Rosie heard Otto’s book close with a soft, yet firm thump. Her eyes left the page she’d been reading, only to look at her husband in the eyes. The tones of music were more than familiar to her; a Turkish waltz they had both fallen in love with years past. It was almost hard to pinpoint the exact moment they had heard it, only that it had never left their minds since. Each beat was familiar, each staccato note and crescendo old friends in their walls.

He was standing in front of her, his large body imposing above her. To those unfamiliar with him, he would be a scary sight, intimidating in a way unkind to any sense of sensibility.

Yet to Rosie, he was a member of royalty plucked out of time, looking regal with the scruff of a few days without a shave, a sweater keeping the natural warmth of his body. His outstretched hand almost reminded her of the lords inviting ladies to join them for a dance around the room, a play in the most elegant sense of affection, admiration, or of dislike, distrust. Their dance, if it was then, would have been a dare between what was allowed, and not, in the eyes of the public. A passion as theirs rarely was able to be contained, refusing to find an end to their love so firmly held by them both.

Her eyes trailed from his outstretched hand, over his arm, and to his eyes. Their gazes were locked, and even if she would have wanted to look away, she was cemented in the passion, the love, in his expression. Her teeth caught her lip, biting down on the tender flesh as a distraction from the passion in their movements.

His hand was familiar to hers. Warm, large, comforting in a way she never thought she would be allowed to have. Each second proved the extent of luck in finding the other. Using his hand only slightly, Rosie took the chance to stand up, allowing her body to invade any personal space he may have been. They were much closer than the dance could account for, not that either of them allowed it to spread their bodies.

Memories of the moments they’d first learned this dance rang in her mind. Otto had nearly been unwilling to listen to her poking and prodding, but Rosie had been insistent. An experience to remember, she thought she’d claimed at one point. Many claims had been made to get him to join her that evening.

He had finally left his dear research, the one thing she’d argue he loved more than her, after she had sat in his lap and kissed him silly. A low blow on her end, but he’d attended with her with the barest of smiles on his face the whole way there.

It was lucky they had; every aspect of the dance class fitting their natural movements. Each of their movements had seemed effortless, as if they were gliding across a floor they’d been on hundreds or thousands of times before.

Despite the physical limitations of their space, it wasn’t enough to hinder a step of theirs. Their bodies still fit together as well as they had that first night, hands comfortable on the other’s body. Being home only allowed the difference of a lack of embarrassment for being seen.

It hadn’t taken long for their actions to be forced off from the laid out steps, deciding that their items were more valuable than a few moments of dance. It soon felt more natural to simply sway and occasionally remember a specific movement every so often. Their bodies soon took hold of the rhythm, preferring to instead allow their space to stay small.

Otto’s hands moved to her hips eventually, simply holding her in any matter his hands could manage.

Their lips mirrored each other, even in the silence. Smiles as wide as the moment allowed, simply allowing themselves to soak in the feelings of their love standing next to each other.

They still heard the music, and Rosie was familiar with the start of a swell of music. Before she could catch her breath, Otto managed to tighten his hands on her hips, suddenly spinning her around in a small circle right at the top of the instruments. A joyful laugh bubbled from her lips, arms moving to hold around his neck, keeping herself close to him. Perhaps she was selfish, perhaps she was simply enjoying the moments of love, but these were her favorite moments with him.

Otto’s actions could only stay sustained for a few moments, signs of aging showing in the smallest ways.

Rosie found it beautiful in him; the knowledge of having seen him grow and mature to the stage of pain flagging his actions touched a part of her heart she long since ignored.

Instead of setting her down, Otto let his arms snake around her thighs, starting at her knees. The front of her body slid down over his, until he let his arms settle under her ass, simply holding her body to his. The hold was enough for her forearms to settle on his shoulders, allowing some of her weight to distribute just a little easier. Even still, the strain of age strung to her shoulders, just the slightest amount painful.

She took the clear opportunity to duck her head down to his, pressing their lips into their most natural state: pressed against the other’s pair. His head tilted in just the right amounts to match her, familiar with her actions in only the way he could be with her.

Otto could feel the few wisps of hair from her bun against his face, a gentle reminder of her presence above him.

When their lips parted, the only sound was the patter of the rain, and the all too familiar silence of the end of a record.

Anything they’d needed to say had already been said in the moments of the kiss. The last few were said when their lips separated, and their eyes instead connected. Their gazes were locked together, each word, each sentiment expressed in a million different ways, with as many words to compliment.

Love was work, that was for certain. But it was moments like these that always managed to make that work worth it. The seconds where they didn’t need to respond to each other. The locked gazes expression more than either of them individually could possibly manage.

Rosie felt her toes touch the ground first, the record finally starting to skip in displeasure, the end of the record reached. His head ducked down to Rosie’s lips, a gentle press of affection. His head was ducked down, unwilling to lose a moment without her lips on his. His head eventually turned to her hand, cupping his cheek with seconds of intimacy in a way he’d never be able to ask for again.

The words weren’t needed to be said, by any stretch of their imaginations. They both were well aware of the sentiments they individually held for the other, and they were certain it would never be changed. But even they were unable to deny the intoxicating feeling of the simple, never overused words.

“I love you, Otto.”

“I love you, too, Rosalie.”

[vurd-ed]

Crazy that half the stuff that shows up in searching 'trans doc ock' on tumblr is my old posts.

[the-only-t4t-octorosie-truther]

Hello there octorosie nation. We are strong and we will always survive.

[the-only-t4t-octorosie-truther]

It seems I have gotten an influx of love for the old octorosie art I did. Thank you all very much, I'm so happy others like it to : )

[xstarrydawnx]

I'm not tagged but-

@cherry-popp @surlynotaperson @biskysposts @asttrro @undrsk0re @somayblue @theactualsalty @octorosi @reclusivesapphire @darwyyzard @xjumbled-up-brainx @kattyanimationzyt @captainlightbulbzz @nyxloml69

I love you guys *clenches fist* so much <3

Also I'm sorry if I forgot some of you guys 😭

2023 is coming to an end so this is my annual I love my online friends so fucking much you wouldn't believe me if I told you post.

[the-only-t4t-octorosie-truther]

i cant believe octorosie as a username was not taken on here yet. what the fuck r u guys doing

[blapis-blazuli]

Peter 1: Did you fuck my aunt, Doctor Octavius?

Peter 3: Did you fuck MY aunt, Doctor Octavius?

Billy Connors: Did you fuck my dad, Doctor Octavius?

Harry Osborn: Did you fuck MY dad, Doctor Octavius?!

Otto, using the actuators to pull the blanket over his head: Rosie, tell the kids I just want to fucking sleep

[blapis-blazuli]

I see no reason to compete with Rosalie for Otto’s affections, dude’s clearly got enough arms to hold both of us.

[xstarrydawnx]

Not tagged, but

@somayblue @asttrro @nyxloml69 @reclusivesapphire @saltythesaltshakerfrfr @undrsk0re @cherry-popp @captainlightbulbzz @octorosi @i-want-a-donut @darwyyzard @snowball-maltese @kattyanimationzyt @xjumbled-up-brainx

GET KOSA TRENDING.

STOP SCROLLING NOW!

AS OF FEBRUARY 21ST, 2024, WE GOT FIVE DAYS UNTIL THE DAY OF DECISION OF THE KOSA BILL, WHICH WILL CAUSE MASS CENSORSHIP ROUND THE INTERNET IF PASSED. OR DOOMSDAY. WE NEED EVERYONE TO KNOW ABOUT THIS AND CONTRIBUTE. I'M NOT GIVING UP ON YOU ALL.

WE'RE DOWN TO THE WIRE BUT WE CAN'T GIVE UP YET. IF WE GIVE UP, EVERYTHING IS OVER. IF WE DON'T, AT LEAST WE HAVE A CHANCE.

I'M THE ONE WHO SOUNDED THE ALARM, AND I'M NOT GOING TO CURL UP AND DIE YET.

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(Also, please reblog with at least "stop kosa" as a tag and not "kosa". I made the mistake of not adding just "kosa" as a tag...)

We won't let this stand any longer. Let's start a riot and get this trending.

[blapis-blazuli]

“People love Spider-Man 2′s Doctor Octopus because his body type is so different from most everyone else’s in the MCU!” “People love Spider-Man 2′s Otto because they remember how tender and sweet of a lover he was with his wife Rosie!” “People love Spider-Man 2′s Doc Ock because of his tentacles!” “People love Spider-Man 2′s Octavius because his story for that movie was heartbreaking!” “People love Spider-Man 2′s Ock because he wasn’t afraid to get his tits out!” “People love Spider-Man 2′s Otto Octavius because Alfred Molina is just that damn good an actor!”

When are y’all gonna admit that none of these points (and many others I’m sure) are mutually exclusive and that there are multiple valid reasons behind why people love Alfred Molina’s Doctor Octopus?