#i love the octopus man

[illiana-mystery]

My Precious Little Meow Meow

[spideysenze]

the gender

[8bit-mau5]

One-hour experimental comm i finished in January! This is my first time drawing a marvel villain and my big-men loving self was overjoyed to get to draw one of my fave depictions of Doc Ock ever, tied with Spiderverse's Liv 💚

[critterpdf]

this has been on my mind since the reveal tbh. smh @ shiver

[ottoz0ne]

I love Molinock to death I just think comic otto is criminally underrated.

[hollowsart]

Self Indulgent question (if you dont do reqs i get it and im sorry) but would you ever draw Otoha in your style, it’s just so cute. She just seems fitting, love your stuff btw

OTOHA!!!! I WILL ADOPT HER ON THE SPOT IF OTTO DOESN'T.

[thewiglesswonder]

I’m rewatching Sam Raimi’s Spider Man 2 and it has convinced me of two things:

1. Toby McGuire’s Peter Parker is great because he’s so pathetic

2. No actor hired by the MCU has ever or will ever even approach the levels of cunt served by Alfred Molina as Dr. Otto Octavius

[cherrycro]

Spectacular Spiderman Doc Ock doodles during my second rewatch :333

[strawberry789]

Wanted to do a screencap redraw and make Doc Ock look extra feral

[sour-patch-simp]

That one scene at the end of sm2 but it's a self insert instead of mj

Bonus 👇

[quantum-chromo-dynamics]

I love this page so much. Look at the water!! Look at it! It just looks so pleasant to the eyes. Especially especially the first 5 panels

[illiana-mystery]

I've been neglecting SP2 Otto for far too long, but I'm here to remedy that...

[demigod-of-the-agni]

A DEVIL REBORN

Happy Halloween!!! A detailed ID will be placed under the cut (it's close to being 1K i could literally post this to Ao3)

p1. ड्याम्म (dyamma) - Nepali for "(feeling) full", "hitting something"

p3. Chutiya - Hindi for "idiot", "moron" and other related insults

p5. க்ரீச் (kreech) - Tamil onomatopoeia describing scraping/screeching sounds

[Extended Image ID: DYAMMA! Slamming his hands on a table, Achanba Okram finds himself in the darkness of his laboratory. He is wearing black clothes and a white lab coat on top, and has a bowl cut with rectangular glasses.

His thoughts whirl within boxes that are coloured gold and are outlined with red; they put a voice to the uneasy feelings Okram knows are stirring inside of him. The thought boxes read:

With Pavitr gone, I finally have time to string my thoughts together. Half-drowned answers bleed out of my pores. Coalescing like some great, abysmal creature of unknown origin.

Bracing his hands against the table, Okram is acutely aware of his body, of the gaping holes in his back that bubble with demonic energy. His thoughts narrate, My body quakes when I begin to question, wracked with paranoia. With dread, as if the idea of what I had to face was unbearable.

The holes in back — four of them, spaced evenly from each other — begin to ooze golden liquid, hot like fire and viscous like tar.

And yet, Okram thinks, I felt it all the same: that crawling, scintillating horror of my reality. Of my tainted flesh and blood. My being here is the work of demonic forces.

Golden arms, fluid yet bony, powered by some otherworldly thing, unravel from the void in his back. They flounder and expand around him, filling the lab with a cold glow. The fingers are tipped with talons, and, if he looked hard enough, Okram swears they are edged with blood.

I died years ago, Okram thinks. I lost my humanity to the fire of the devil's madness. Thus, the question remains: what is the future of Achanba Okram, a DEVIL REBORN?

The lights of the lab suddenly brighten, and Okram hears him before he sees him. His arms register the presence of the other person, immediately unraveling and slipping out of reality. Just outside, Pavitr Prabhakar's voice calls, "HEY, DOCTOR OKRAM! Sorry I'm late! Traffic was abysmal today."

Pavitr's entrance catches Okram by surprise, and he stutters out, "PAVITR?! You- ah- you have one of your shifts today?"

His thoughts reprimand him, You CHUTIYA! Pavitr always has his shifts on Tuesdays!

Pavitr is unaware of Okram's turmoil, sauntering into the laboratory while hefting up a white plastic bag. He's wearing a black and white flannel shirt, and he has circular earrings. Pavitr's eyes are trained on the bag in his hand. He answers Okram's question with, "Yeah, I do. I, uh, got a little hungry along the way (I'm always so hungry)." Pavitr whispers the last part as he lifts the bag up. He continues, "so I went and bought some vada pav, and—"

He suddenly pauses, his eyes locking onto Okram. He can't tell what is going beyond Pavitr's eyes, but the other man's analysing gaze unnerves Okram to a degree beyond description.

(In Pavitr's POV: his Spider-Sense was just triggered. Red and gold squiggly lines emanate from and surround his head in a halo.)

Pavitr lowers the bag slightly in concern. "Uhm," Pavitr says "are you okay, Doctor?"

Dread and fear floods Okram's system. Suddenly he is hyperaware of everything in the room, including the golden arm that has sprouted from his back and was lying on the workbench behind him, right in Pavitr's line of sight.

Play dumb! Okram's mind screams at him. Accordingly, Okram replies, a tad too tightly, "Of course I am, Pavitr! Why wouldn't I be?"

KREECH. The golden arm scrapes its taloned fingers across the table, no doubt giving away its location.

Okram chuckles nervously, sweating almost immediately, at which his mind howls, Not that dumb!

Pavitr narrows his eyes at Okram and at the golden arm on the workbench. "Are those...demonic arms?" he asks Okram, a shadow crossing his face.

(In Pavitr's POV: In the back of his mind, Pavitr sees a vague and faded image forming in response to seeing the arms. He remembers Doctor Octopus, the man with two extra sets of arms who had attacked him many years ago; he was one of the first villains Pavitr fought as Spider-Man. But... Doctor Octopus died a long time ago. Perhaps...?)

"Oh, Doctor..."

Pavitr's gaze softens as he asks, "Are you being haunted by demons? Have you been attacked by them? Why didn't you tell me? I'm so sorry this has been happening to you. I can't imagine how stressful this is for you." A moment, and then, "Do you want to talk about?"

Okram hides his face in his hands, quickly responding, "No, I'm alright, Pavitr."

Pavitr walks forward, placing his bag down and reaching down to place a reassuring hand on Okram's shoulder. "But, Doctor, men of your generation have ignored their mental health for too long."

"Yes, I know," Okram sighs.

"It'll be okay, Doctor," Pavitr promises, "we can figure something out!"

"And what?" Okram asks somewhat sarcastically. "You will be here with me 'every step of the way'?"

"One hundred percent!" Pavitr says.

Behind them, one of Okram's demonic arms reaches out to peer at Pavitr and Okram; if an arm could be happy, it certainly was. The arm is seemingly pleased with Pavitr's helpful and understanding nature. /.End ID]

[cultofstan]

Superior Spider-Man sketches from Giuseppe Camuncoli's Instagram

[cloudcountry]

wouldnt it be so cute if azul blushed blue? I searched it up and apparently octopi have blue blood.

Like imagine teasing azul like you usually do-- usually he's good at hiding his flustered state but today you caught him off guard and you see him blush blue. You're silent for a while and he starts getting all insecure until you say that he looks rely cute like this-- which ofc prompts him to blush even harder

IT WOULD BE....YOU ARE SO RIGHT i'm certain he does there's no WAY he doesn't he NEEDS to for MY SAKE.

i'm pretty sure something as simple as tucking his hair behind his ear when he's focusing on work would do it. he isn't expecting your fingers to brush against his cheek, feathery light and gentle. he tenses up as your fingers push his silvery hair behind his ear, and doesn't know what to make of your satisfied hum when it's no longer hanging in front of his face.

he feels the blush grow on his cheeks and immediately freaks out because anything relating to his octopus side isn't something he wants you to see. and so he ducks his head lower and turns away, trying to calm himself down but then he hears you gasp softly and he's about to tell you to get out but—

"your blush is blue!" you say, voice dripping with awe, as you lean to the side, trying to get a better look at his face, "aww, that's so cute, azul!"

what?!

in what world is that cute?!

"i have no idea what you're talking about." he hisses, pushing his glasses up his nose as he tries to shake the blush away.

"relax, darling." you murmur, "i'm not making fun of you. i mean. you're stunning."

azul feels his eyes sting and he tries not to cry, all wrapped up in your love that's far more than he deserves.

[octopus-doctor]

FINALLY some decent fucking food (art of Ock) for two whole entire pages lmao