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[[ i will hoard everything into my drafts and then, one day, they will all be done :) ]]

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bloodythumbprints·

A sound caught in Liv’s throat at his question, as if the answer wasn’t obvious/. But in that, they were similar, not wanting to make assumptions that would make them appear the fool. Make a hypothesis, test it, question it, and see whether the results met your expectations or not. If he was anything like her, that was how they stayed on top of the game. She was about to answer when a vicious-looking arm seemed poised to remove her head from her shoulders. Fair enough; just because they were alternate versions of themselves didn’t mean they came from the same beginnings. “No apology needed, they’re just doing… what they’re supposed to,” she replied with a narrowed gaze. What their purpose was, she didn’t know but, again, she didn’t want to assume. Maybe he had a weak spine and needed the prosthetics to get around. But the fact that they seemed to have personalities of their own was even more intriguing. “Doctor Olivia Octavius. My best guess is you’re also a Doctor Octavius…?”

“Fascinating...”  As  if  on  cue,  the  arms  seem  to  droop  lower;  less  a  command,  more  a  concept  he’d  communicated  with  them.  Octavius  tilts  his  head,  and  half  expects  her  to  copy  though  the  thought  itself  is  ridiculous  even  to  him  in  the  moment.  Decapitated  claw  is  tucked  into  his  inner  coat  pocket,  snow  crunching  beneath  stolen  boots  when  he  approaches  closer  to  inspect.  No  part  of  her  is  recognizable  to  him,  aside  from  the  mere  idea  of  four  𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕  𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜.

“Your  guess  is  as  good  as  mine;”  a  subtle  prideful  comment  on  intellect.  Perhaps  it’s  a  universal  constant  that  Octavius’  are  gifted  with  good  intellect.  “Doctor  𝙾𝚝𝚝𝚘  𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚞𝚜.”  He  reaches  a  gloved  hand  out  to  shake,  a  show  of  peace,  although  all  four  actuators  are  raised  in  equal  amounts  caution  and  curiosity.  Peter-  of  the  other  world-  had  𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍  him.  What  makes  Olivia  broken  by  comparison?

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rapxir·

She sighed. She felt like she was treating him like a child, but he couldn’t just carry on like this. How long would it take him to actually pass out and hit the floor? She didn’t know. She didn’t want to know. 

“Alright,” she said, grabbing his arm and leading him away from the table. “I’m going to heat up leftovers. Find yourself a comfortable spot. It’ll still be there after dinner, and preferably some sleep too.”

Former  physicist  follows  her  closely,  arms  trailing  behind  like  𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚜  𝚘𝚗  𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜;  any  chance  he  got,  he  glued  himself  to  his  work.  It  provided  good  enough  distraction  to  the  fact  that  every  paper  he’d  ever  written,  ever  line  of  research,  every  groundbreaking  discovery-  was  𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍.  “Thank  you,  Ruby-”  he  starts,  and  is  about  to  add  but...  though  he  stops  himself.  Otto  sighs,  shoulders  relaxing;  she’s  all  he  has  left,  after  his  time  incarcerated.  He  takes  a  seat  at  the  dining  table,  knowing  he  can  do  little  to  stop  her.  “I  truly  do  appreciate  it.”

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nightmdic·

“I can, to a certain extent. I’m just going to prescribe you what you need, not what you want. “ Head nods to the tea in a slight encouragement, gaze flickering away just as she arises again, seeming to make it to a drawer where she keeps a number of blank scripts for writing. “I wouldn’t hurt a patient of mine, no matter what you’re deemed as - so your friends have nothing to worry  about.” It’s odd to refer to the arms as such, but perhaps it’ll be something she grows accustomed to, depending how often he ends up coming here. 

“I can give you some stuff while you’re here, then once the script gets filled I can go pick it up for you if needed to stay out of sight, then you should be good.”

Perhaps  he  would  offer  more  retort  for  that  (  he’s  a  man  in  pain,  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚊  𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚎  ),  but  he  can  understand  why  she  runs  her  clinic  the  way  she  does.  A  sharp  pain  travels  along  his  spine,  one  of  the  arms  twisting  to  search  for  the  source;  bandaging  lays  alongside  his  metal  soldered  spine,  protecting  the  stitches  beneath  that  were  being  pulled  on  by  the  mere  act  of  sitting  up,  and  by  the  time  they’ve  assessed  the  damage  he’s  begun  sipping  his  (  🇸‌🇹‌🇮‌🇱‌🇱‌  🇭‌🇴‌🇹‌  )  tea.  “They’re  not  my  friends,”  he  is  quick  to  correct,  and  the  arms  chirp  in  agreement.  They’re  his  children,  his  creations.

“And  not  so  much  as  ask  me  my  name?”  Otto  scoffs;  it’s  a  poorly  constructed  joke,  really.  By  this  point,  he’s  sure  the  moniker  𝙳𝚘𝚌  𝙾𝚌𝚔  should  mean  something  to  her.  “Nor  offer  me  yours,  either?”

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arandomnerdsrp578·

All the stress of the past few months had been absolutely worth it. Finally they were married; promised to each other forever. The whole day had been an absolute blur of celebration and she was so very thankful when they returned back to their apartment.

She immediately kicked off her shoes and collapsed onto the sofa, making sure that she pulled him down with her so that they could snuggle.

“I can’t believe today actually happened. It was so perfect.”

𝙷𝚎  𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝  𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙  𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚊𝚝  𝚒𝚝.  Otto  turns  his  hand  over  and  over  again,  watching  the  light  catch  on  the  ring,  the  binding  of  their  relationship;  a  legal  agreement  between  state  and  individuals.  𝙷𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎;  he  sincerely  hopes  she  hadn’t  noticed  him  tearing  up  when  he  saw  her  in  that  dress...

By  the  time  they  got  back  to  the  apartment,  he  was  still  not  done.  Today  had  been  surreal;  a  culmination  of  hopes  and  dreams  all  packed  into  one  day.  Watching  her  collapse  to  the  sofa,  he  couldn’t  help  but  follow,  stumbling  onto  it  beside  her  with  a  wide  smile  and  a  laugh.

“Darling-”  he  starts,  playful  annoyance.  “It  was.  It  is!”  Like  a  dog  on  Christmas,  Otto  smiles  wide;  if  he  had  a  tail,  it’d  wag.  “You’re  my  wife...  you’re  my  wife!  I’m  your  husband!”  It’s  as  if  he’s  only  realizing  it  now,  laughing,  shuffling  up  the  sofa  to  pepper  kisses  on  her  face.

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sxientist

Norman’s fingers flicked the heavy curtain to the side, looking out the high window. The snow still flew heavily around, gusts of wind stealing flakes and swirling them into a dance he’d almost akin to an opera, if he was a more sentimental man. The snow left a fog between the gray water he could normally see, choking out the lights below. 

So long as the power stayed on, he knew they’d be fine. The house would stay warm, however. He should have enough candles somewhere for light if it got that bad. He genuinely hoped, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d used any. 

Letting the curtain fall back, he turned to Otto, a small frown on his lips. “It looks like the snow’s only getting worse.” 

Otto  clicks  his  tongue.  He  never  intends  to  stay  too  long  at  Norman-  lest  he  likely  pester  the  man-  but  it  seems  he  has  no  choice.  The  arms  curiously  look  towards  Norman,  claws  tilting  in  some  open  question.  They’ve  never  been  snowed  in  before,  and  it’s  been  a  long  time  since  Otto  has  been  either.  

“What  a  shame,”  though  his  tone  may  suggest  not.  In  honesty,  Norman  was  far  from  bad  company.  He  was  one  of  his  last  friends  now,  nobody  else  to  turn  to.  Isolation  didn’t  sound  like  a  viable  option,  hence  why  he’d  found  himself  seeing  Norman  more  often  than  not.

“Well,  I  hope  you  don’t  mind  me  helping  myself  to  hot  cocoa.  I’ll  make  you  a  mug  too.”  Otto  gets  up  from  his  seat,  arms  raising  to  avoid  the  habit  of  gripping  the  floor,  so  as  to  not  ruin  the  nice  place  Norman  still  had  left.  

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♥ for a fresh new starter !! 

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[[ tomorrow i’ll be putting stuff i owe in the queue ! i’ve been on conngenic and jwicks these past few days eheheh ]]

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@rapxir​ asked: "Okay, that's enough work for now. You need a break. I know you've been awake for more than 24 hours. Did you eat?"

𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔  𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜  hide  underneath  even  darker  ones,  revealed  just  slightly  for  the  sake  of  expression;  his  lips  stretch  into  a  line,  with  agreement  though  equal  𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.  It  had  only  felt  like  𝚊  𝚏𝚎𝚠  𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜,  no  longer  than  that,  but  apparently  she’s  correcting  him  and  he  tends  to  be  wrong  plenty  of  times.  The  arms  look  at  him  in  an  𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢  𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛,  the  soldering  iron  switched  off  by  instinct.  What  would  he  do  without  her?  “No...”  he  answers,  almost  hesitantly,  with  a  heavy  sigh  of  his  own.  

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>                              [ NONVERBAL SEXUAL SITUATIONS ]

@sxientist​ asked: masturbate 👉👈

There had been very little thought put into the suggestion, just a little idea he’d thought would be erotic enough to pique Norman’s interest, and it clearly is more than that. Otto sits with his legs open just parallel to Norman, who’s cock stands just in front of his own ( what a massive 𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, he may’ve joked, when his face weren’t too red and he wasn’t too preoccupied by staring at it ). With only the slightest bit of hesitance, he trails two fingers up for Norman to suck on, before rubbing them both against himself. Again, he swallows something in his throat, gaze falling back down to see Norman taking hold of himself and-

Just the sight itself is a lot for Otto, has his cheeks burning up again, eyes blinking rapidly as hair falls into his eyes and is promptly ignored. He doesn’t notice for a few more seconds, hastily brushing it away with the unoccupied hand with slight apology. “I just...” he starts, a bit flustered. “I don’t even know if calling it 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢, 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, or 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 is appropriate here, it’s...” Otto laughs, partially to hide the oncoming moan. “Excuse the figure of speech but... it’s a lot to take in.”

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sxientist

⤵​

His memories didn’t serve the view any justice. Each sound that Otto let loose only was a shot right to his cock, the scratches merely heightening the arousal flushed in his body.

Norman pulled his fingers from Otto, making sure to slip them from Otto’s cock as he pulled his fingers free. His middle finger slipped into his mouth, sucking off the juices left over for just a moment. Business and showmanship held hands more often than not, after all.

“Delicious.” Norman murmured, moving up Otto’s body, dry fingers trailing along Otto’s side. Lips pressed to Otto’s neck for just a moment, allowing a second of affection after that. Perhaps it was the liqour in him making him little more than a sentimental old fool, but he seemed to mind less with Otto.

Not that it lasted long; his hand soon wrapped around his cock again, a softly broken moan falling form his lips.

What was once a whine at the loss of contact became a widespread grin; he can’t tell if the blush is from being so intoxicated, or perhaps the fact that he found Norman’s pleasure so erotic, the mere fact that he had wanted to do something like that for so long and to be rewarded with it being arousing- Otto feels as if to look down and watch would be a bit rude. But another part of himself, the twisted mechanism that he’d built, echoes in his mind, telling him ( 🇭‌🇪‌ 🇼‌🇦‌🇳‌🇹‌🇸‌ 🇮‌🇹‌ 🇹‌🇴‌🇴‌, 🇩‌🇴‌🇳‌'🇹‌ 🇾‌🇴‌🇺‌ 🇸‌🇪‌🇪‌? 🇱‌🇴‌🇴‌🇰‌ 🇫‌🇴‌🇷‌ 🇾‌🇴‌🇺‌🇷‌🇸‌🇪‌🇱‌🇫‌- )

It’s something Otto manages to oblige, stealing a glance, and his hand trails down Norman’s side in response. A light scratching of nails, before halting at his hip. Otto’s hand so much as continues on until his thumb meets the base of Norman’s erection. Rather than grabbing hold himself, though, Otto just looks... He won’t until Norman asks, but Otto barely mentions it.

Instead, he looks back up at Norman, red-faced and panting, with perhaps the slightest bit of sweat from his own dark curls ( and, god, does Norman look so nice that way too, so disheveled for a man known to be put together ). Otto leans his face in for a deep kiss, as if to hold all his moans there, to share them. Then he pulls away; 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝙸, asks the glint in his eyes, mouth slightly open. 

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>                              [ NONVERBAL SEXUAL SITUATIONS ]

@arandomnerdsrp578​ asked: [ WAKE UP ] ― your muse tries waking my muse up with kissing and touching. (From Rosie)

First, he’d felt her hand against his bare chest ( the rhythmic, peaceful, rising and falling, only slightly undercut by the fact that they were both incredibly sweaty ); then came the kisses. Light peppering of them, here and there, accompanied by satisfied hums of encouragement. He would laugh, if it weren’t so early in the morning for it. He does find the energy to grin, however. It’s a weak one, still exhausted from last night’s activities, and the light bubble of a giggle rises when she kisses his nose.

“Darling, I’m plenty awake,” he says, though it’s no protest as he turns his body to face her in the sunlight that’s peaking through the blinds. “Good morning to you too.” That grin grows wider, into a proper gentle smile. He loves his dear Rosie, would never trade her for the world. He’d always appreciate such gestures from her, even if his own can seem obscure at times. For whatever reason, she’s stayed with him despite it. Even now, laid bare beside her, nothing between them. A hand reaches up to brush her hair then, just as gentle as she had, he presses a kiss to her lips.

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@tigerfaced​ asked: ❛  you’re kind of being a butt-head right now.  ❜

Brows furrowed, pouting disguised as a general distaste, arms bound to his side as the mechanical ones wrap just south of too tight around his torso. “Yes, it’s me being the 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝-𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍, not the one taunting a restrained man.”

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🐝  *  ―  𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐋  𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋  𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.   (  very nsfw  !  another  random  assortment  of  various  sexual  situation.  and  ,  because  it’s  always  a  little  confusing  ,  your  muse  =  sender  and  my  muse  =  receiver.  add  *  to  reverse  the  action.  feel  free  to  adjust  to  better  fit  your  muses.  )

[ BUTT ] ― your muse slaps my muses’ butt. [ SIXTY-NINE ] ― our muses are pleasuring each other in the 69 position. [ MOUTH ] ― my muse gives your muse a blowjob. [ LICK ] ― my muse eats your muse out. [ THRUST ] ― your muse penetrates my muse. [ HAND ] ― my muse gives your muse a handjob. [ FINGER ] ― my muse starts fingering your muse. [ ORGASM ] ― my muse has an orgasm ( during sex , foreplay , etc. ). [ NECK ] ― your muse kisses my muses’ neck. [ BREATS ] ― your muse massages my muses’ breats. [ BULGE ] ― your muse rubs my muses’ bulge through their pants. [ WAKE UP ] ― your muse tries waking my muse up with kissing and touching. [ UNDRESS ] ― your muse slowly takes my muses’ clothes off. [ BITE ] ― your muse bites my muse. [ FACE ] ― my muse rides your muses’ face. [ BEND OVER ] ― your muse bends my muse over a table / couch / etc. [ SENSUAL ] ― our muses have slow , gentle sex. [ ROUGH ] ― our muses have rough , hard sex. [ TOUCH ] ― your muse feels my muse up. [ TOYS ] ― my muse uses a toy on your muse. [ BLINDFOLD ] ― our muses have sex while one is blindfolded. [ SPREAD ] ― your muse cuffs my muse to the bed in a spread eagle position. [ NIPPLE ] ― your muse licks my muses’ nipples. [ TICKLE ] ― my muse tickles my muse. [ SCRATCH ] ― my muse scratches their nails down your muses’ back. [ MARK ] ― your muse gives my muse a hickey. [ HAIR ] ― your muse pulls on my muses’ hair. [ MASTURBATE ] ― your muse touches themself in front of my muse. [ ICE ] ― your muse uses an ice cube on my muses’ private parts. [ STRADDLE ] ― my muse sits down in your muses’ lap. [ FOOD ] ― our muses eat food off of each others bodies. [ WAX ] ― your muse drips candle wax onto my muses’ body. [ HANDCUFF ] ― your muse handcuffes my muse. [ SOUND ] ― your muse prevents my muse from making any sounds. [ THROAT ] ― your muse chokes my muse during sex.

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[[ yes, you can run DOOM on d.oc o.ck ]]

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whomuses​

“Plenty of people have tried to kill me, sir, including people I uh - I thought - were my friends.” his heart tightened and he looked away. But he was still the kind of person to help. He kept thinking of what MJ said - because that was who he was, after all. And that little bit of warmth bolstered his chest as he considered the people he was trying so desperately to save.

“No. No, sir, no - no lost causes.” he said, firmly now, “If I believed in lost causes, sir, I - I would’ve given up on myself a long time ago, before the uh - the spider bite.” he shook his head again, more firmly, “I want you guys to live. You aren’t bad people. Aunt May said - said the same thing, right? You’re here - and it’s not your fault - and if I can save your lives? Then I’m - I’m going to. Okay?” he tried to sound firm, no arguments.

Middle-aged disgraced scientist reverts to a younger self, almost anxious, like he’s shrinking into himself; he hasn’t felt such self loathing in a very long time ( or, perhaps, not too long at all; it hadn’t been much time between the 𝙾𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 and now ). Gloved hands find refuge in coat pockets, at the risk of wringing them in-front of himself instead and shrinking even further. 

The arms curiously loom over him with nothing to say, as if to still watch over and protect, although the threat is coming from the inside. “You are quick to forgive, Parker,” he says finally, after an awkward silence, having turned away from Peter to look distantly into the hallway where the others are milling about. “But I don’t believe any of us here deserve such pity. Me least of all, though I cannot vouch for anybody else... perhaps aside from Norman. And maybe Connors, but he doesn’t seem to be the Connors that I know of.”

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[[ yes, you can run DOOM on d.oc o.ck ]]