#Octavius curious

[bog-water-030]

CURIOUS A ROTATION 4

Previously // Next

Pascal really can't catch a break huh

Pascal is getting way up there in age, so i decided to focus as long as possible on his ltw to discover 10 stars and planets, but we encountered a series of disasters that left him more upset than before.

So with the help of Olive's inheritance, Erinyes and Pascal went on their long awaited tropic honeymoon. They really needed it. Sometimes I wonder what Erinyes thinks of the sun these days. They seem to enjoy sun bathing.

Meanwhile Pascal went off on his own to learn the secrets of massage and torch dancing. I'm surprised the bees got to him before fire did...

Octavius finally got into private school like he so desperately wanted.

And sweet little Nyx is a toddler now! She seems to take up from Erinyes more than Pascal...

Now that pascal was refreshed and sunned up he got back to work discovering planets! And then immediately got abducted, i doubt anything came of it. Considering his age and such..

And that concludes this household. Pascal is 1 day from being an elder and I'm sincerely not ready...

[arttsuka]

Hi hello I accidentally sent this to the wrong blog at first and caused mass hysteria but could I please ask for

jedtavius with a churro going at it lady and the tramp style pretty please with fire extinguisher paste on top

Oops 😬

1st: I accidentally made a 'they're big now' drawing (churros are too big for their small selves ok? They wouldn't be able to 'lady and the tramp' it)

2nd: why fire extinguisher paste? No (I did draw a blank person using a fire extinguisher on them tho)

[deidreraven-things]

All those years ago (2004, when I was 8 years old) I was probably a little young to know what love was- yet I say he was the first villain I fell in love with. And there was something about him that drew me in, but also unsettled me.

Still to this day, there is overwhelming love, something unsettling and some other word (not creepy) that still holds me captive. I really wish I could describe what this feeling is. Especially when I caught a glimpse of the NWH scenes, I felt it. Like, strong enough to make my heart rate increase. Does anyone else feel like this? Even if it isn't necessarily for my lovely 8-limbed Otto, I just wonder if anyone who feels the same can describe it, see if you can put into words what I can't?

[iiiiiiits-m]

NATM but make it Curious George

y’all as a result of a very odd convo on the NATM discord, I am going to be illustrating a live action Curious George movie where the cast is just actors from NATM. So I need you, yes, *you* to help us brainstorm some characters!! Here’s who we have so far!

Ted ( aka the Man With the Yellow Hat) - Ben Stiller

George - Crystal the Monkey

The Doorman - Steve Coogan

Mr. Reinkins - Owen Wilson

And that’s literally all we have so far! Any character not mentioned needs to be cast, so go ahead and do your worst! (excluding Mrs. Reinkins, there’s gonna be a romantic subplot between Mr. Reinkins and the Doorman)

I’m tagging @eddiethecowboy and @secretly-larry-daley so hopefully more people will see this

[a-oct0]

cam and adam(thats your 3's name right?) everyday

Oh 100%

Camri cause she's lazy and Adam because he's depressed /j

(Yes Three is Adam)

[kei-maki]

I just need this for research purposes

Please reblog if possible, I seek to gather as much data as I can

[fish-invasion]

I was curious how my Asterix OCs would look like in the Sea of Remnants universe soooo… SAY HI TO CAPTAIN OCTAVIUS CITRUS AND HIS FIRST MATE MARTINUS ✨

[trikaranos]

TRIKARANOS CHAPTER I: S·T·T·L

TRIKARANOS is a comic about Crassus until it isn't. Intended for an adult audience.

⭐ Trikaranos will always be free to read. In the near future, you’ll have the option to support this comic & my ability to spend time making it (I Am Extremely Fucking Broke And Have Bills To Pay etc etc) through Patreon! currently, I have a tip jar!

⭐ There is no set update schedule (chapters vary in length and will be posted as I finish working on them)

⭐ alternative places to read it (coming soon!)

CREDITS all additional art used are in the public domain, and the specific images used are open access, etc

🍊the first collage panel is combination of: Plate 113: Greeks Battling the Trojans (from Ovid's Metamorphoses), Antonio Tempesta / The Trojans pulling the wooden horse into the city, Giulio Bonasone (after Francesco Primaticcio) / Terracotta hydria displaying Achilles waiting to ambush Triolos and Polyxena 🍊the second collage panel is: The Lictors bringing Brutus the bodies of his Sons, Jacques Louis David / the paint over of Brutus executing is own sons is my own work based on the composition of this relief of Brutus and condemning his sons to death. 🍊I also used my own art: a panel from the Prologue, and my own illustration of Brutus with the bodies of his sons

📖 PREVIOUS CHAPTER | START HERE | ToC (under construction!)

UNDER THE CUT creator’s commentary, ancient citations, whatever else seems relevant. ideally, this is optional! you shouldn’t need the citations for it to make sense as it unfolds since it’s a comic and a story first and foremost, but it’s here if you’re curious about something or want to see where the inspiration is coming from!

I'm so fucking normal about Crassus and his family (<<< this is a lie)

Marcus Crassus was the son of a man who had been censor and had enjoyed a triumph; but he was reared in a small house with two brothers. His brothers were married while their parents were still alive, and all shared the same table, which seems to have been the chief reason why Crassus was temperate and moderate in his manner of life. When one of his brothers died, Crassus took the widow to wife, and had his children by her, and in these relations also he lived as well-ordered a life as any Roman.

Plutarch, Crassus

like, it actively fucks me up that this is something that's survived about him for over 2,000 years. they all ate together at the same table. Jesus Christ.

so! Crassus' dad! Publius Licinius Crassus (consul 97) fought on the side of Cn. Octavius (consul 87) in the Bellum Octavianum, and it didn't go great for him.

Crassus: A Political Biography, B.A. Marshall

also. currently, if you look Publius Licinius Crassus up on wikipedia for an overview, his page lists his son (and also my main character for this comic) with the cognomen Dives, which is in-fucking-correct.

Marcus Crassus and the Late Roman Republic, Allen Mason Ward

and to circle back to houses and meals shared with family, some citations that made me feel some kind of way when I read them

Marcus Crassus and the Late Roman Republic, Allen Mason Ward

finally, there is discourse or whatever on the placement of the sons of Publius Licinius Crassus. Crassus is the baby brother here simply because I'm writing this story and I get to pick the themes, but also because no one has provided a solid enough argument for him being the second eldest son that I'm willing to buy into with enthusiasm, and I'm more inclined towards G. Sampson's conclusion on the matter.

Defeat of Rome: Crassus, Carrhae, and the Invasion of the East, Gareth C. Sampson

and while I'm just kind of talking about stuff that I read that I enjoyed, this article by Martin Stone lives in my head rent free

A Year of One's Own: Dating the Praetorship of Marcus Crassus, Martin Stone

[holewithinahole]

Tiptoeing the leyline | Otto Octavius x reader

Summary: Back to your universe, Otto captures you while you're distracted. He notices the marks a certain Dr. Olivia Octavius left on you.

Ao3 Link

Warnings: shameless smut, no genitalia specified (reader), no pronouns specified (reader), orgasm denial, overstimulation, unsafe sex, rough sex, creampie, non-native writer

And yes, I wrote a somewhat sequel to my Olivia fic, after several months. The fixation on Octaviuses is never over, my guy. Again, not beta, I'm not native so very sorry for any weird sentences or mistakes. I'm not 100% happy with it but I'll never be so, enjoy! (I just have to embrace the fact that I'm a slut for them.)

You should have seen it coming. From a mile away, honestly.

It’s easier to convince yourself that you’ve simply been tired. Even someone with super strength and freaky spider powers had to draw the line at multi-dimensional travel and two days of non-stop fighting. Especially when it involved someone as ruthless as Dr. Olivia Octavius. Your imaginary audience could laugh all they want, but you dared anyone to try putting their entire focus on swinging webs and punches to a woman who had, mere hours ago, rocked your world so hard you saw stars. And see stars you certainly did when that bus hit you square in the chest during the battle inside the collider.

Ergo, you blame Olivia.

Your body is sore as fuck, and you're littered with bruises and a nasty bite mark on the nape of your neck. What’s the point of having rapid recovery if you don’t even have time for it? You also blame your inner sense of justice (you were aware of the irony of fucking a supervillain and then talking about justice). Disappearing from your universe for a few days didn’t stop the villains of the week from robbing the poor corner-of-the-street shopkeepers, and the super ones from plotting their evil schemes. No rest for the wicked? What about the brave, the awesome, the work-devoted?

“Am I boring you or something?”

You glance back at Otto. He looks appalled behind his small sunglasses. It’s almost funny.

“Oh no, please keep talking,” you say evenly, “‘gives me more time to come up with an attack plan.”

What’s more difficult to admit to yourself is how totally out of it you are when it comes to anything Octavius-related. You’ve been happy living in your little world of delusion before the mind-altering and deliciously traumatizing altercation with Olivia. But now? Every taunt, every tilt of the head looks like an invitation. Knowing there were alternate universes was pretty mind-altering as well, come to think of it. 

“I’m curious to see how you plan to attack me in your current situation.”

Right. You push against the vibranium shackles holding you hostage in a chair. It was more for show if you were being honest; you doubted you could break free even with hundred-percent strength. Instead, you stare at the dirty walls of Otto’s new lair, trying not to focus too much on the flow of images his shiny actuators brought to the surface.

“Do not bother.” He lets out a bark of a laugh. “You’re completely at my mercy.”

You’ll give it to him though, he has been swift and efficient when he cornered you in a back alley and knocked you unconscious. In your defense, you did fight back against the actuator pinning you against the wall, but he said something and the next second, everything had faded to black. It was something insubstantial, something stupid and stereotypically evil like he’s famous for. Totally not something that made your heart skip a beat.

“I have to say,” he says conversationally, “I’m disappointed by how easy it was to catch you.” With two mechanical arms digging into the ground, he looms over you, the pans of his coat flapping against his naked skin. “You’re usually not that compliant.”

Don’t you fucking dare blush.

You tear your eyes away from his chest. “I was just bored out of my mind. Your tricks are getting old, Otto.”

He chuckles. “It worked in the end, didn’t it? Even if it wasn’t the desired effect.”

“If it wasn’t, why pull the same shit over and over again?”

“For fun.”

It leaves your mouth open dumbly. You scoff. “Failing is not what I’d call fun.”

Otto stares before lowering himself to the ground, soles tapping against the wooden floorboard. You’re trying your damn best not to meet his gaze, even protected behind your mask.

“What’s gotten into you?” He asks. “You’re never this… serious.”

It gives you a whiplash. “Uh?”

“Did I break something?” He muses to himself.

You certainly didn’t expect him to notice you were out of it, or care about it for that matter. Perhaps you’ve underestimated the man’s perception.

“All fine and dandy. Thanks for asking, Doc’.” Your tone is way too even to your liking.

You’ve always been a terrible actor and he sees right through your bluff. Which is saying something since he can’t even see your face. You make another attempt at breaking free but it only makes your suit rub against all of your bruises and cuts. Your wince makes the good Doctor raise a questioning eyebrow.

“So, I did hurt you,” he says, disbelieving.

“You kidding, right? You punch like a little girl.” That’s a big lie and also misogynistic.

Fuck, maybe Olivia was right.

You’re suddenly assaulted by a strong smell of damp leather as two fat digits slip underneath the edge of your mask and pull. “Hey! The fuck you think you doing—“

Does anyone grasp the concept of anonymity ‘round here? “Fuck, Doc’, I thought you were a bit more chivalrous than that.”

Otto doesn’t answer, inspecting your face. It’s making you uncomfortable how much he’s staring. Did he expect a model or something?

“I wasn’t expecting this kind of hurting,” he says. You frown, confused, but when he uses one finger on your chin to slowly turn your face away, you realize with horror he’s looking at the beautiful purple claim Olivia left on your neck.

“What—“ you sputter, withdrawing as much as you can. “That’s not what you’re thinking.”

“And what am I thinking, exactly?” Otto asks, evenly.

What is he thinking exactly? He barely reacted to your naked face, not even to gloat at exposing your biggest secret. And what do you want him to be thinking? That you have no game at all? What would be the point? If anything, you should be proud to show him you get any action.

He interrupts your inner monologue: “I wasn’t expecting the reason for your scattered brain to be sex.” You blush bright red. “I thought you had more self-control than that.”

His lips stretches, deliberately slow, displaying rows of straight incisors and sharp canines. “Unless you’ve been fighting an oversized bat.”

It would have been preferable at the moment. “Yes. You guessed it. How smart.”

Otto chuckles. “It probably wasn’t any good if you look this tense.”

“I have a good reason to be tense at the moment,” you hiss.

“I make you feel that way? My, I’m flattered.”

“You wish, Doc’.”

His hand glides on your neck, wrapping his fingers around your throat. A large digit presses down on the mark. “Perhaps, I do.”

Your bruised skin burns at the pressure but your mind burns even brighter processing what Otto just admitted; what he could be imagining as he traces the uneven blood crusts left by the sharp teeth of his counterpart. And your silence is even more telling; somehow even more than the quickening of your breathing, your pulse confessing everything to his touch.

“What do you want?” you struggle to say, mouth heavy.

He smiles, almost gently, but his eyes are predatory. You’re not unfamiliar with the look on his face and isn’t that a thrill. With Olivia, you could have used her actuators as an excuse for your actions; not that you had any intention to though. With Otto, however, the shackles are quickly removed and the raised eyebrow he offers looks like an opportunity for flight.

You don’t take it.

There he stands, the reason for sleepless nights, the unhealthy obsession you can’t wrap your mind around. He looks down and it feels intimate, almost natural if you could ignore your surroundings, the sensation of your suit, and the four red eyes watching you closely.

His fingers are back on the bruise, ignoring your question. “Who gave you this?”

You’re about to lie through your teeth when he adds: “No one important, I’m sure?”

Your spit is thick when you swallow. “Self-centered much?”

He laughs. “You don’t have to answer. You’ll forget them soon enough.”

Doubtful, you think. At the very least, you’ll be haunted forever by the juxtaposition of two universes. “Keep telling yourself that.”

You’re still frozen in the chair, free but still bound by the desire running rampant under your skin and his long fingers around your neck. He’s not even bothered by your comment; Otto has always been radiating confidence, and you know that if one person could erase Olivia from your mind, even for a moment, it’d be him. Fittingly. Her alternate self with whom you share a deeper bond, a long-term rivalry, a never-ending attraction…

He straightens up, hand leaving your neck and you feel a lot colder. In a smooth movement, he takes off his glasses, and you’re assaulted by the gentleness of his brown eyes. The same eyes you kept seeing alongside Olivia’s green ones.

“I want to erase all of this tension.” You realize he finally answered you when he says: “Now tell me, little spider, what do you want?”

There’s no way around it, is it? You can’t just admit you’ve been chilling in an alternate dimension with his alternate self and that you’ve been thinking about him every single minute spent running away and fighting. You can’t just admit you had the best sex of your life with a women-him who confronted you to the extent of the absurd and frankly unethical feelings you distil for your archenemy. You can’t tell him you’ve been fantasizing about the weight of his body, the strength of his hands, the thrill hidden behind each actuator… The thoughts are too much to bear or explain.

“You.”

The grin he gives you is enough of an acknowledgement.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Broad palms stretch across your back, feeling the dryness of your skin, dipping fingers in the tender joints of your muscles as you sigh. His silence almost feels reverent; a stark contrast with Olivia’s rough handling. She spent her time hovering over you, close but never touching, wallowing in the superiority induced by the distance between you. Otto however seems intent on pressing as much skin as possible to yours, enveloping you completely.

“Your back is surprisingly devoid of scars,” he comments.

Your haughty chuckle dies in your throat, distracted by the warmth of his hand snaking to your abdomen to pull you closer. “I always face my enemies,” you answer after a second or two.

His petting stops. “How brave.” The press of clammy skin and well-worn leather melt away the chill raised by his exploring hands. Not entirely because his breath bounces off the crook of your neck, and it’s so easy to get lost in the clash between warmth and cool. “What does that say about me?”

You understand belatedly the insinuation of your previous statement. “Is it trust?” He taunts, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Hell no,” you fire back, “you’re the last person I could trust.”

It’s a lie; you’ve met far shadier and far more morally reprehensible enemies than Dr. Otto Octavius. “I’m offended.” His fingers are running higher on your torso, leaving chills behind like a powder trail ready to combust. You’re not certain you’ll be able to survive this wildfire. “Killing you would be a waste,” he adds as an afterthought.  

“Yeah, your life would be so boring without me.” You smile, stretching your numb arms.

“Indubitably.” The actuator holding your arms up loosens and your heart tightens at the admission. “Although—“

One fat finger from a hand you’ve, regrettably, forgotten press forcefully on your sex; its outline peaking scandalously through your suit. Your gasp is silent but your whole body tenses up against his chest. “—the same could be said about you.”

You swallow a snarky remark. Anything you say could incriminate you further, and your body already does an amazing job on its own. Thankfully, the Doctor is happy to keep the conversation alive: “Could we call this a truce then?”

You wouldn’t call a quick dirty fuck a truce. It’s a distraction, a wonderfully effective one. “As if!” You scoff. “You’re going to prison after this.”

Another finger joins its lonely mate, rubbing in tandem with the spandex against your pelvis. The suit is designed for comfort and to avoid chaffing despite being skin-tight (which you’ve never been more thankful for at the moment), but it’s not an efficient protection against the softness of his caress. You’ll soon want to rip the offending fabric off to press more forcefully on teasing fingers, but for now, you’ll hang on to the last thread of reason the suit provides you. Who knows if you’re not actually dreaming?

“You’re in no position to promise such things, I’m afraid.” He’s right and there’s nowhere else you’d like to be at the moment.

Otto retrieves his hand. “Hey! Don’t—” Your mouth snaps shut but it’s already too late.

You feel him straightening up, leaving your sweaty back to the cold air of the room. You can’t see him but you hear his chuckle and his actuators rattling.

“I see,” he says, “you’re just desperate.”

“Desperate for what? You?” Better dedicating yourself completely to the monkey business. “I’ve had the best fuck of my life two days ago, I’m not desperate.”

The claw holding your arms up retracts and despite the physical retrieve it offers you, you can’t help but wonder if you’ve played a role a bit too well. The shining eye of the actuator stares directly at your face, and you watch it stretch with dubious eyes— “Such a clever mouth.” – until it pushes you against naked skin, squeezing you back tight against Otto’s body…

“I’ve always thought a good fuck could humble you greatly.”

…and his unmistakable excitement. The remaining slivers of coherence leave you at the vulgarity of his sentence and the tantalizing, unique snap of his hips.

“Always?” Your voice is lost in a whisper.

His breath hitches, you’re almost certain of it. His nose brushes against your shoulder, and a hand snakes back over your abdomen as the actuator retracts, holding you even closer. It’s funny how you already are near losing your mind. Your eyes are open but you barely see, only the dark blur of the metallic beam on which you hold on. You’re completely helpless, bent almost in half by the weight of his body, trembling legs and shaking from anticipation; heady from his admission.

Otto hums and the sound vibrates through you. “Fuck, look at you.”

Desperate for the touch of a madman, two seconds away from panting like a dog from how fast your heart is beating, shameful…

“How could I not desire this?” His digits wander in the ridges of your muscles, the dips of your skin. His breath is hot and moist against your shoulder. “You entice me. I can’t wait to make you beg.”

The actuator fixated on your face moves closer, rotating his head in agreement.

“You’ll never hear me be—“

You startle. Another mechanical arm has taken hold of your suit, tugging before tearing it apart like a sheet of paper. A still coherent voice at the back of your mind fustigates you for ruining two perfectly good suits in less than seventy-two hours; the remaining ninety percent short-circuits. You realize, with no amount of dignity left, that your skin is dripping wet. “Shit.”

“Would you look at that?” You can’t look. You don’t want to look. “How flattering.”

The glide of his hand is disgustingly arousing, and you moan unabashedly when he finally – finally – relents and touches your neglected sex. It’s too good to be normal. Lost in your breathy whines, you think about Olivia and her sweet torture session. Even she hasn’t been able to tease such a strong reaction out of you this quickly. How fucked up are you?

Twice you left your body in the hands of an Octavius for experimentation, and you’re afraid this time will be the one that’ll leave you crawling back for more.

“So close so soon?” Otto tuts. “Disappointing.”

His touch stops altogether. You groan. “As lovely as it sounds to make you come more than once, I do intend on experimenting a little more with you.”

Damned Octavius-es! Loving to hear themselves talk, loving to drag things torturously slow…

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” you pant, closing your eyes to gather your thoughts.

“You’re a degenerate, aren’t you?”

He steps away, and you hear the squeaking of leather falling to the ground. You yearn to turn around and watch him in all his half-naked glory. Instead, a metallic arm wraps around your ankle, pushing your legs apart. You feel exposed, the cold air of the warehouse striking your wet skin in an overwhelming contrast. It gets worse when Otto puts a wide palm on the curve of your ass, spreading you and observing the way you part in an embarrassing, squelching noise.

You have no time for a witty comeback: he presses one thick finger into you. You gasp. The intrusion is more surprising than hurting, it distracts you enough from your upending orgasm. His fingers curl inside you, so warm, spreading you open with ease.

He hums pensively. “You feel tight. You’re certain you’re not lying when bragging about your last date?”

A date. You manage not to scoff. “There are other ways to have sex. You’re just old-school.”

Otto chuckles. “More fun for me.”

His mouth is back to your ear, and his affected state is unmistakable. “Let’s see how long you can last before you beg me to fuck your pretty hole.”

The next minutes are excruciating. You lose your voice and all sense of coherency. He fucks you harshly, curling, twisting, scissoring his fingers as you pant hot, condensed air. You could have ignored it (you could have) if he hadn’t been alternating between making sure you were loose for him, and stroking you ‘til you’re leaking enough to use your precum for his mistreatment. And all this time, you were being watched closely by the red eye of his actuator, held tight by two others.

Two delayed orgasms later, and three fingers deep in you, you are near your breaking point. You’ve lost track of time, lost control over your vocal chords and you’re secretly glad you’re not in an apartment right now. The neighbors might have complained.

“Nothing to say?” Otto asks. You can hear his shit-eating grin.

“F-Fuck. No.”

“As you wish.”

He spits directly on your fluttering opening before stuffing four fingers in. You definitely scream this time.

“Otto!” You don’t even recognize the sound of your own voice.

He hums in fake interest. “What is it, love?”

Your heart beats even faster. You hate him for that. He thrusts against your walls. “Oh, fuck!”

“Not even close, darling.”

Your moan sounds devastated. His other hand snakes to your front, stroking you with clever fingers and you feel yourself overflowing. You know you could come from this alone, but your half-delirious brain somehow craves more. You want the press of his soft body on your back again, and his bruising mouth on your neck. Perhaps even his teeth right where Olivia marked you. You want his warm hands on your aching skin, on the map of scars he left on you.

“Now,” he sighs, “what do we—“

“Please.”

His stillness attests to his surprise. You share the sentiment but you’re this close to losing your goddamn mind; you don’t really care anymore except for the chance of feeling him inside you.

“What do you want?” he hisses, stroking you impossibly harder.

“You,” you cry out. Otto disengages with an irritated sound. “Wait!”

He grabs your chin, almost choking you in the process. You realize your cheeks are wet. “I’ll leave you like this, you hear me?” His voice is harsh, raspy. “Now, be very specific, pet.”

“Fuck me!” What a pathetic display you make. “I can’t take this anymore.”

You look directly into the actuator’s eye. It gives you a thrill. “Please, Doctor.”

You register distantly his labored breathing, the slight tremor in his fingers when he releases you to get rid of his trousers. Despite having been thoroughly prepared, the filthy glide of his cock stretches you wider, reaching deeper parts of yourself. Your legs tremble and the only reason you’re not collapsing on the ground is the tight hold his actuators have on you. His arms wrap around your torso, and the furnace of his skin turns you to embers.

“Come on, just give it to me!” Even in your tormenting need, you somehow find it in you to be bossy. “Otto—“

He grabs your face forcefully, turning it towards him. His strong nose is pressed in your right cheek, and the encompassing heat of his breath tickles the corner of your mouth. You want to kiss his plump lips so badly.

“From now on, it’s Doctor Octavius for you.”

The stretch burns from lack of lubrication, but he plunges into you without any concerns. The snap of his hips is so strong you topple forward in a pitiful cry. Otto fucks you harshly, frantically while holding your mouth close to his. He pants through his nose and you respond in kind by moaning loudly. If you had more time, you’d have wished for Olivia to wreck you like this, to have you feel her skin as she fucks you. Her fingers, her actuators, anything to make you feel this full.

“Doc’,” you choke, twisting your neck to partially meet his chapped lips, “harder.”

“You greedy little thing.”

The actuators at your legs disentangle themselves, planting in the ground in a loud crack. The combined strength of Otto’s hips and his mechanical allies pushes you completely against the metal beam. You’re glad, unable to hold yourself upright as you’re assaulted by this indescribable force.  Your screams speak volumes:

“Ah! Ah, shit!”

He’s now groaning against your cheek, sweat gathering on his forehead and running on your skin. The whole ordeal is disgusting and you want more. You need more.

Greedy. You’re so greedy.

In an unconscious movement, your numb hand releases the beam to bury itself in his damp bangs. It elicits a downright animalistic snarl from Otto, so you tug. Hard.

“Fuck,” he hisses. It sounds like pain but his hips shake, losing his rhythm.

The embers he created coil in your abdomen. Your limited movements don’t stop you from pushing against him, chasing the spark that’ll finally ignite you. You mutter disjointed sentences – ‘come on’s, ‘so good’s, and debauched iterations of his name – which he answers with more groans and moans of his own. You cling to him, breathing in the strong essence of leather and sweat, twisting your neck, even more, to meet his lips in an almost kiss, anchoring him closer and deeper until—

“Break down, sweetheart.”

He bites the scream you let out. It’s his words, this final act of stimulation, this echo of another universe, that lights you up. He catches your tears with his lips and you come, powerless against the intensity of the sensation. Otto follows you, pumping his spend inside you for what seems like forever. Your own clings to your trembling skin. You try to regulate your senses, still focused on the twitching of your muscles, on the throbbing length of his cock and his ragged breathing.

The actuators retract and you expect him to do the same but he stays anchored to you. The nuzzling of his nose against your cheek somehow manages to freak you out more than the aftermath of this whole conundrum. Your fingers in his hair relax, scratching his scalp in response to his caresses. Your neck hurts from the unusual position you force it into, but it’s the least of your worries when his mouth is right there.

Sadly, he steps away, slipping out from you in a deafeningly wet noise. Your legs fail you but you hold onto the metal beam, now warm under your touch. The contraction of your muscles has the unfortunate effect of letting his hot cum leek out of you, cascading along your thighs. Otto lets out a contemplative hum.

“You paint a pretty picture, I must say.”

His thumb dips into your flesh, spreading your sensitive entrance as more of him comes out of you.

You huff, straightening up. “Hands off.”

Your suit is in shambles on the ground; you look at it dejectedly. Olivia had the intelligence of divesting you of it, not ripping it to shreds. Men.

“Hard to take me to prison in this state, right?”

You turn to glare at him but you end up gaping at the two actuators throwing Otto’s leather coat on your shoulders.

“Thanks.” You try to summon your usual carefree attitude but you find yourself unable to. You’ve somehow been more easy-going with your life on the line and under the near-psychotic gaze of Olivia than you are now. You wonder what that says about you. “This doesn’t change anything. Next time, I’ll kick your ass so hard they’ll have to drag you to your cell.”

He laughs lowly. “’Sounds promising.”

He’s not insinuating—

You clear your throat, adjusting the coat around you to shield you from the cold seeping into your bones. You feel uneasy being watched so closely by three pairs of eyes. Otto hands you something: the ruffled mask he snatched off before. You take it.

“You know that the purpose of a mask is to hide your face?” you mutter, stuffing it inside one of his pockets.

He shrugs. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“…Sorry, what?”

It’s how you wear the mask that matters? Perhaps it’s better off… sometimes.

[bog-water-030]

CURIOUS A ROTATION 3

Previously // Next

This is once again a family with missing screenshots. So there's a lot of text and not much else

Erinyes is finally living somewhere safe and comfortable so he gets to have his 2nd aspiration, pleasure. Id usually settle him into his LTW too but he rolled 6 grandkids so he kind of just vibes around the house

Octavius is a teenager now! He's now a Fortune sim

He immediately rolled for getting a job, a scholarship and private school. So he's very busy right now, between having high grades and his job as a gardener. And he had a meeting with the principal set up for him next rotation.

As for Lazlo, his flirting with Crystal seems to be going no where so he's meeting new interesting people. Hopefully that means he's moving out sometime soon

[arttsuka]

apparently the statue head in the pompeii scene was also the same guy as octavius? funny how he got to meet himself lmao.

imagine if they helped him get around on a roomba

Ummm ☝️🤓 actually I think our Octavius is supposed to be Gaius Octavius and the statue head is Augustus Ceasar (aka his son which makes this 100 times funnier imo)

Here's a closeup photo from the movie (I couldn't find a better picture but you can kinda make out that it says 'Augustus Ceasar' and then something else I couldn't decipher).

Also here's a photo from Wikipedia

[hansoeii]

Hello, I'm curious if you've watched "Night at the Museum". Looking at your drawings with Owen Wilson as Mobius, it would be nice to see you draw Jedediah and Octavius someday. They are lovely :_)))

I'm pretty sure that watching the night at the museum movies religiously as a kid is what shaped me into the person I am today 🫡 I will draw the gay cowboy and his roman boyfriend one day

[cutechan555]

Okay so I have an idea where Stone, Leaf, Matthew, and Isabel's dad is actually Peppino's dad's brother, and a genuinely curious if you would be all right with that.

Also extra thing it's not a demon that is "possessing" Matthew it's an imp that was long ago summoned and controlled by the family meaning the imp belongs to the family and only listens to the family, in stones and for dump I have information where Matthew Isabel leaves and Stones parents died from a couple of robbers the last command that their mom gave the imp was to protect the kids, so it's only job as current until a family member gives them a actual actual job other than that is just to protect the family, an extra thing he can't hurt family, meaning if you were to allow Stone's dad to be pepino's dad's brother it would make it where the imp can't hurt Peppino whatsoever, Norm Maurice or Sophia (I'm just adding Sophia in case she ever comes into role play) also they're also become family if marriage were to ever happen (meeting with future plans Octavius, Anna, and Mancer would also be pulled into the family bloodline, by Anna marrying Stone, can you just imagine Peppino being by law related to Mancer tho, I don't know why but it just seems so funny to me)

Oh!

That's pretty interesting

And uhm I didn't expand on Matteo's origins so

Sounds like fun ^^

[plush4bunny]

quite a distracted but sincere date 😁❤️ with @chrism02’s curious rabbit zodiac, Dr. Otto Octavius is the 10th chapter’s attraction in their multi-molina character fic.

[the-antiapocalyptic-man]

How did the clone saga happen in the destroyerverse?

First draft, and I left out or glossed over some stuff I’d like to use (like Kindred and some of the other Gwen clones) but basically:

Dr. Miles Warren, devastated by the loss of Gwen Stacy, resorts to experimental cloning technology (based on Dr. Octavius’s research and funded by a grieving Harry Osborn) to revive her. Otto, now a disembodied consciousness hiding out in pieces of his tech rigged up in Warren’s cloning lab, hijacks the project to generate a new body based on his ultimate foe: Spider-Man. A pair of successful Gwen and Peter clones (both with Spider powers due to cross contamination) escape the lab after coming to consciousness and go on the run. Warren generates a new clone, Kaine, to track them down and return Gwen while incapacitating or killing “Peter.”

Curious about the implications of “Spider-Gwen” and aware of Dr. Essex’s “Chimera” Thesis, Warren goes rogue from his benefactors and begins generating experimental “Chimera Spiders” based on whatever genetic material he has on hand. Unbeknownst to Harry, the secret ingredient Warren is using to generate fully adult clones on the fly is actually inert Symbiote bio-material (their “flesh” for a given value of the term) requiring some kind of stabilizing agent that Warren had yet to perfect by the trail stage. Spider-Man (i.e. the real Peter) confronts the escaped clones, assuming simply recreated his original bio-accelerant process in a new spider, only to be shocked to find Gwen and himself under the masks.

The clones escape when Kaine makes his move, distracting Peter. Pete goes to the foremost expert he knows on cloning for help: Dr. Miles Warren. Warren uses Pete’s visit to perform a covert bio-scan in hopes of locating the stabilizing agent needed for the clones as a protein in Pete’s body, unaware that the scan sets off Pete’s Spider-Sense and prompts him to return that night as Spider-Man to investigate Warren’s office. Tracking down Warren’s cloning facility, Pete is attacked by The Jackal, all of the existing clones accidentally released in the struggle. Otto—seeing his chance—bonds his consciousness to a Chimera of himself and Peter, considering it the “Superior” option.

The clone “Peter�� returns to help Pete fight and unmask Jackal, Dr. Warren escaping the chaos. After the battle, Pete and the clone have a heart to heart and bond over shared memories. The clone picks the name “Ben Reilly” for himself and sets out to live his own life, fighting crime as the Scarlet Spider. Kaine, discovering the power to activate the inert Symbiote flesh in his body, becomes "Chasm" and sets to hunting down Jackal. Gwen is eventually picked up by Harry and the man pulling his strings: Norman Osborn, now with almost none of his human self left and a body strung together from Goblin formula, symbiote matter, and OsCorp bio-cybernetics.

Doppleganger, Guardian, Spidercide, plus new versions of Tarantula, Scorpion, and Spider-Woman (a female Peter clone) all escape into the wider world as well, all operating as super-criminals barring Spider-Woman, who takes up the mantle for Jessica Drew when she retires to raise her child.

[yaeggravate]

(Context for prev ask: checking if Mage O slots into any existing lore. "Woman from a destroyed homeland travels between worlds" (all we know about her, bc I'm not fully convinced a name meaning "8" is her real name when it's in an (8-person) Hexenzirkel book she wrote) is a twin-esque backstory, & twin-esque backstoriss brought to mind Idyia play "Princess from a usurped dynasty comes down as a star" (though O can't be involved with that bc it's primarily an Idyia story with complementary Grandkaeya parallels... unless Mage GrandmOther?*)

*Which is baseless & I'd think Alice would be more personally invested in Kaeya & it ignores the Jinn thing, but have you ever seen any of his female relatives and this woman in the same... at all? That's what I thought.

/jk reach, but the thought process made me curious if the shooting star thing was generally used outworlder imagery or just part of the twins' motif. I'd assumed the former by default but couldn't think of other examples & wasn't sure if that's because they're our main outworlders or bc it's their thing)

other than fischl i can't think of anyone else

Today is the day of a sacred star's descent from the depths of the night sky into the mundane world… That star was I, the Prinzessin der Verurteilung!

and though they're (probably?) not an outlander, interestingly enough the solar chariot (or sun) who fell down and created the chasm is also a fallen star.

Records of Jueyun In a past beyond memory, when even Rex Lapis would still have been young, a star fell from the sky into the barren plains west of Liyue. These plains were transformed into a huge and deep chasm in the wake of that star's descent, and jade would emerge from within, beautiful and limitless, and it would become the foundation for a thousand years of industrial mining in Liyue thereafter.

it's not really clear what this entity is but they could be the morning/dawn star who was the alleged lover of the three moons. the angels dwelled in the "dawn star's court" and the first angel was referred to as dawn-daughter so it's possible she was the daughter of the sun 🤔.

it kinda checks out because in the book The Tale of Qoyllor and Ukuku, qoyllor is a fallen star who is the daughter of the sun. the strange thing is that both she and her son have starry eyes.

i'm glad you mentioned octavia cause i have been meaning to talk about her for the longest time AND you made me realize the 8 also doubles as an infinity symbol 👀. snake bracelet stonks here we gooo

as for who she could be….maybe she's the same woman from Dreams of the Ancient Capital that was written by andersdotter? ngl there are some paralells. (the problem is her name is lycia which just seems like a poorly disguised anagram of alice lol)

if it's not her, i am going to accuse octavia of being fischl because it's a rite of passage at this point.

Octavia was a good friend of hers, and a good friend also of the legendary old witch. Her home had been destroyed, but as she lacked the courage to fight back, she had taken up a life of eternal wandering. She had seen many worlds, and had told the little witch many tales about the sky beyond the sky.

destroyed homeworld, outlander and has seen many worlds. ok fischl!!! we know it's you!

what's funny is that for some reason the author of the fischl books is called mr. nine. octavia (8) and mr 9? why are they named after numbers? i wonder if there's a connection there. is octavia writing wish fulfillment about herself? hilarious if true.

octavia is derived from octavius which is a latin praenomen. …in the jp version of the game, kaeya's name is changed to gaia. gaia is derived from gaius; also a latin praenomen. coincidence? i think not 😏. khaenri'ah does seem to be inspired by the byzantine empire after all 🤷‍♂️

ALSO! octavia doesn't use a chair… just like how kaeya's chair is invisible in his splashart 😏. which could mean something.