#osborne legacy

[matchapixels]

Louis soon go to work in planting crops.

The Osborne's received a visit from their new neighbours in which they brought over a fruitcake that they claimed was their family heirloom.

Charlotte was particularly fond of Anne Miller who radiated a warm and motherly presence that put any anxieties at ease although the fruitcake didn't have the best taste!

While tending to the chickens Charlotte noticed that her clothes were fitting her more tightly lately, she soon found out that she was expecting a baby.

(I am using @antiquatedplumbobs "Antiquated Brindleton" save file for this challenge!)

[spider-mandaily]

This scene had my jaw ON THE FLOOR, and the GREEN GOBLIN SETUP?!? PEAAAK!

I understand why this immediately got renewed for two more seasons—the little details within the storytelling are meticulously woven together!

But also, I think that the animation here is raw and absolutely stunning, especially with the inclusion of blood, which is a bold move for a Spider-Man animated series. It adds a whole new layer of intensity and realism, making the stakes feel higher than ever. This sequence was so well made, literally reminded of Tobey Maguire's Spider-Man too!

The action sequences are beautifully choreographed, with fluid motion, dynamic camera angles, and weighty impacts. Every punch, web-swing, and dodge is visually striking, making the fight scenes feel raw and visceral. The lighting and color palette also enhance the tension, creating a cinematic atmosphere.

What truly makes this jaw-dropping is how it pushes boundaries. Spider-Man has always been about balancing heroism with personal struggles, and this scene doesn't shy away from showing the consequences of battle. The inclusion of blood signals a shift in tone, acknowledging the brutal reality of Spidey’s world while maintaining that iconic comic-book style.

Seeing Peter battered and bruised in this scene is absolutely gut-wrenching. It’s one thing to watch Spider-Man take hits in battle, but seeing actual blood—cuts, bruises, and the sheer exhaustion on his face—adds a whole new level of emotional weight. It’s rare for animated versions of Spider-Man to show him this physically broken, and it makes the fight feel far more intense and personal.

This version of Peter feels more vulnerable, more human. He’s not just the wisecracking hero swinging through the city; he’s a young man pushing himself beyond his limits, getting hurt, and still refusing to back down. The visual storytelling here is incredible—his torn suit, the blood dripping from his face, the way he struggles to get back up. It’s a reminder that Spider-Man’s greatest strength isn’t his powers, but his resilience.

Emotionally, this scene hits hard. It evokes that classic Spider-Man No More feeling—the idea that being a hero comes at a terrible cost. It makes you worry for him, root for him, and feel the weight of his struggles. This is what makes Spider-Man different from other heroes—he gets beaten down, but he always gets back up.

This is truly peak Spider-Man storytelling—gritty, emotional, and visually breathtaking. If the series keeps up this level of quality, it might just set a new standard for animated superhero shows!

[too-pretty-for-this-mess]

Preston: I think I’m bi.

Kane: Bi what?

Kane: Bilingual?

Kane: Bisexual?

Kane: Bipolar??

Dahlia: No, babe. A bitch.

[cliddlesim]

✨ Sneak peek at Generation 8: Delilah Osborn ✨ “Once human, now feral and emotionally attached to a spellcaster.”

The Osborn legacy took a sharp left turn into moonlight, mischief, and mild witchcraft. Delilah grew up overlooked and underestimated—until she wandered into Glimmerbrook, fell for a mysterious (and insufferably handsome) spellcaster named Nikolas Everwyn, and accidentally made herself immortal. Classic.

Now she drinks moonwater like it’s kombucha, brews potions for fun, and has a fully-upgraded servo named Octo-Avia who protects her like a glitchy metal big sister. She’s nurturing, chaotic, and not above hexing your bloodline and organizing your spice rack in the same breath.

Delilah isn’t just a spellcaster—she’s a one-woman spiritual revolution with a cat familiar, a flair for drama, and a protective streak that could power the sun.

Stay tuned for romance, magical mishaps, and enough emotionally-charged spell duels to keep Glimmerbrook’s gossip circle thriving.

[slkmoralesblog]

i’m not sorry for the person i’ll be when marvel’s spider-man 2 finally arrives on october dude 🤩

[helenadurazzo]

Aurelia the Unspeakable

1918 - 1992

Daughter of Millard and Lenoir Osborn. Younger sister of Polaris and Borealis. Wife of Nicolas Hearst. Mother of Olivia and Cynthia. She is a pure blood witch and a member of Slytherin.

[reality-refuge]

Newt's Date 2, Electric Boogaloo

Heathens. Heathens, the two of you.

[evermorcd]

@lightcreators / 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕

𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐃. Worse, even - as his father had predicted. Maybe his desperation had an important influence on his condition. Maybe, subconsciously... He had already given up. If Spider - Man wasn't going to help him, THEN WHO? That individual was a super - human, his cells regenerated like no other. Harry only needed a little bit of his blood: was that so much to ask? They could have studied it together; found a cure to his disease TOGETHER. But no - his dream, his only hope had to be taken away from him. And now? Was his new aquaintance a new chance? Draco Malfoy was an enigma, but maybe he was the solution to his decaying. The missing piece in the intricate puzzle that was Harry's DNA.

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 acquainted with medicine, Mr. Malfoy?  ❜ his tone sounded casual, but if you paid attention you would have noticed the hint of affliction that coloured his voice. The heir to the Oscorp empire twirled the fine glass in his right hand ever so slightly, the liquor lazily travelling its transparent confines. ❛  And is it DIFFERENT from ours, where you're from? ❜

[explodingzam]

AIGHT HEADCANON TIME.

USM JUST misses the mark with this but I’m always thinking about the parallels between Harry Osborn and Otto Octavius (and frankly Peter Parker, but this shows not about him actually /j)

Norman’s obsession with legacy and control through familial/blood ties, whether through his actual son (Harry), his so-called adoptive son (Otto), or through the mutation the Goblin shares with Pete’s spider genes drives the central conflict of the show (which is a little hard to glean in-between the fun, but repetitive cameo-fests that make up every other episode in first two seasons.)

We see him repetitively pick up and discard his “family” when a newer, stronger, heir appears. First, when Otto’s “accident” makes way for Norman to turn his attention towards Harry, and then again when The Goblin rejects Harry in favor of Spider-man’s strength, only showing praise and affection for Venom rather than his actual son.

Both Harry and Otto are initially put on pedestals, only to be corrupted and then discarded by the man they consider to be their father, leaving them both as what the world considers to be monsters (i.e. Venom or Doctor Octopus)

TLDR My Thesis For Your Consideration:

-USM where Doc Ock’s redemption arc includes becoming Harry’s VERY estranged older brother and indirectly sorting through his own trauma alongside this high-school aged kid who’s shitty dad is imprisoned on the moon now cause dear god NORMAN IS NOT THE COMPELLING REDEMPTION STORY IN THIS SHOW.

-Also HC USM Vulture is a clone Norman made of Otto after he was paralyzed in attempts to replace his “damaged” heir but that’s another post.

[matchapixels]

Unfortunately my save file for The Osborne Legacy has gotten corrupted and it is unplayable.

Fortunately I only managed to get 2 decades in however my poor beloved sims are lost. 🥲I am going to keep the posts but the tag won't be updated anymore.

I am going to create a new save and a new Decades legacy, I will be renovating it so it won't be ready but watch this space.

Thanks for all your interactions on this legacy. I hope to bring you a new one soon! Meanwhile I'll be lurking on Simblr, looking at all your lovely posts. ✨

[spider-mandaily]

Every Spider-Man comics & Sam Raimi's Spider-Man trilogy scene comparison I could find:

FUN FACT: Peter Parker has blue eyes in the 60s & most of the 70s, then were changed to hazel/brown eyes. Tobey Maguire's eyes are blue!

[too-pretty-for-this-mess]

Dahlia: to kane I’m leaving.

Preston: pops outta nowhere Say it slower. That sentence is turning me on.

Kane: ...

Dahlia: ...

[starlightsuffered]

you once had a smut fic where timmy was harry osborn and found out that reader was spider girl or something and I can’t find it anymore😭 do you still have it?

A/N - hey I hope this is the one you meant. I hadn’t gotten around to reposting it yet

Little Insect

Info - spider girl reader, dark harry, slight possession, hard Dom, pet names, teasing, degrading, dub con, gagging, ass slapping, sucking clothing, whipping with belt, breeding kink, enemies, hate fuck, choking, sun Fem, superhero's and villains, established relationship, secret identity, rough sex, allusions to cnc, licking tears, slave talk, humiliation, innocence ruining, clit slapping

"Spider girl?" Harry asked in absolute disbelief. He towered over me in that moment. I thought telling my long term boyfriend about my secret identity would be helpful.

It hadn't been long ago that I'd found out who he was. The Green Goblin's son, and heir to the mask. I thought perhaps if I told him who I was, what side I was on, maybe he would change his mind about destroying the forces of good in this world.

"Yes, and I know who you are. You don't, you don't have to pick up your father's legacy," I soothed him.

Before I knew it I was thrown against the wall. My head knocked into the black paint. Harry's image swirled before me. I saw two of him and each wore a fierce grin.

"You think you're better than me don't you. Friendly neighbour hood spider. Is that what you are y/n?" He crooned. A large hand ran lightly down my cheek. I gasped as I felt his knee wedge between my legs.

"You are so high and mighty little insect," he said with gleaming green eyes, the colour of his father's possession.

"I just try to do good," I claimed through gritted teeth. It was an effort not to rub myself on his thigh. Being so powerful had given me a list to be dominated. I wanted to be the one not in charge. I had never told Harry this, but I had always wondered if he guessed.

"Good," Harry scoffed and his thigh raised up and gave friction to my swelling clit.

"Purity, kindness, equity, none of those are real little girl," he purred.

"They can be-" I said before his hand circled my neck. My breath hitched dramatically. I felt wetness pool in my heat. My senses could interpret what he would do next, yet I didn't want to stop him.

"Is it pure that you're getting wet from this?" He goaded.

"Fuck," I gasped. I loved the feeling of his hand on my throat.

"You're not better than me," he snarled. "Not when I can crush you like the insect you are."

His lips crashed to mine with bruising force. He bit my bottom lip harsh and rough. I loved the feeling of being small and taken advantage of.

His hand tightened on me. He seemed possessive and angry. He fisted my hair and dragged me to the bed. He turned me over and slapped my ass.

"Bury your head in the mother fucking bed," he snapped at me.

"Take over my city and I take over your body," he snapped. He didn't even both to push down his pants the whole way. I heard the clink of his belt. The whipped the leather across my ass.

"You're a fucking bitch, knowing who I am. You probably thought it was so funny didn't you. I have the upper hand now," he hissed.

He licked his fingers and two furiously rubbed at my clit. I whined into his forest green bedspread. I felt the nudge of his cock on my dipping entrance.

"Such a wet whore," he laughed. Then he was balls deep inside me. I let out a noise of pain and pleasure as I was stuffed to the brim with cock.

"Mmmff," I moaned as he began to pump his thick dick in and out of me. He fed off his own pleasure, only caring about how tight I was.

"You think you can do this place any good when you're this weak for my cock?" He chuckled. "We could be fighting to the death and I'd have to do is offer my dick to suck and you'd give up your morals and purity."

"H-Harry," I gasped. I struggled up onto my hands. It wasn't to pull away, but to back further into his thrusts.

"Atta girl," he said darkly. "My little sex slave."

"Yes, yes, all yours. I worship you," I breathed. He seemed to like that because his balls began to slap me extra hard. I was mewling in pleasure.

"Taking is raw like a fucking whore, can't fight crime with a swollen pregnant belly," he whispered in my ear. He was hovering over me, his hips thrusting with earth shattering movements.

"Oh holy hell," I gulped.

"What if I kept you locked away. What if I chained the friendly neighbourhood girl and kept her belly all full of my cum. Your womb bursting. You'd be so big and round that you wouldn't be able to do a thing against me. I quite like that idea. I deserve to know a secret I think, after all this time of you knowing mine. New York will wonder where their hero has gone, but I'll know. I'll know where I hold you, chained and wet and ready for me to use again. I'll know just how bursting with cum you are. My cum, all my cum."

I was silent other than my little whimpers. The idea was too tantalising to comprehend. I felt myself going heady. I felt weak but buzzing with lust.

He stopped all movement then. I had been on the precipice of orgasm. I was gushing slick. I felt near tears now that the friction and pounding was gone.

"Harry," I keened.

"Say you want it," he said in a low dangerous voice.

"What?" I gasped.

"Say you want what I just said," he whispered. Slow, slowly, so slow; he rubbed circles on my aching mound. I let out an almost painful moan.

"Say. It."

"I want it. I want it all. I want to be your whore and have your babies. I need to be your slut," I said with shaking syllables.

"Now say you'd trade the city of New York for my dick," he mumbled in my ear. He licked up a tear that trickled from my eye. I remembered how that delicate tongue had kindly made me come so many times. Not now. I was his property now and I didn't deserve kindness. I couldn't believe I liked it that way.

"I-I would-" I couldn't say it. This city was my mission. I was their saviour. Ever since I'd been bitten by that spider I knew I had a great responsibility.

"Say it, you can do it little creature," he crooned. The moment of kindness was all it took.

"I'd trade anything for your dick," I promised.

"That's it," he said and slammed forward to sheath himself inside me again.

"In fact, let's make it even sweeter," he mocked me. He picked up the soft part of his Goblin suit. It was the part that stuck close to his skin and hugged his body. It smelled of sweat. It smelled of him. He shoved the mesh in my mouth.

"Come with your enemies suit in your mouth like the pathetic bitch you are," he said in the most horrifying voice yet.

Then he was fucking me like a wild thing. Every snap of his hips earned a muffled whimper of gratitude from me. I was arching into him. I felt so alert and wild and absolutely tingling with elation.

"That's it, take it, take my fucking cock. I bet you're drooling all over my suit. You may best me in a fight but now you're sucking needily on my blood, sweat, and tears," he mocked me.

He smacked my raw ass. I wanted to be covered in his bruises and cum. I wanted to be possessed by everything he was. I was a piece of property and I loved it.

Suddenly, he pulled out. I screamed in protest. He turned me over, my stomach heaving and my tits heavy with want.

"Not good enough for my cum inside you," he grunted as he wanked his huge cock. He began to shoot ropes of hot goodness all over my torso. He was dousing me in himself.

He landed a smack to my pussy. My engorged clit stung gratefully. I was gasping for air. My pleasure completely took my breath away.

"Gonna get off on just this slut, huh? Gonna get off on just this?" He asked in a ragged voice. He was squeezing the drops of cum from his head onto my body as he flicked my sore bundle.

I came, a sobbing mess of cum and beaten bliss. I was writhing from the immense overstimulation of it all. He was grinning like a maniac as he lapped up my tears.

"Don't you get it little bug," he said in my ear. The brush of his lips made me jerk in the aftershock of orgasm. "A Parker will never beat an Osborn."

[cliddlesim]

Generation 10 of the Lumenline Legacy: Current Playthrough Their relationship is a slow burn—sweet and patient, built on the kind of trust that takes time to grow. A spontaneous trip to The Mellow Mug café led Cove to an elven girl he’d later come to know as June Osborn. It’s the kind of love that doesn’t rush. Just two people learning to be each other’s person.

Also me ever since discovering this song>

[slkmoralesblog]

marvel’s spider-man 2 is too awesome this is definitely my most favourite game this year 🥹

[helenadurazzo]

Polaris the International Magical Trader

1910 - ????

Son of Millard and Lenoir Osborn. Older brother of Borealis and Aurelia. Husband of Cressida Lemberg. Father of Priscilla, Irvin, and Brayden. Pure blood Wizard and member of Slytherin.