#ramiverse

[greenmenace]

GUESS WHO'S BACK!

[ziracona]

Absolutely losing it over Harry’s reaction vs everyone else

[emilynightshade89]

[kenyizsuartblog]

Only Wednesday

Toss a coin to your Worldbuilder! 

Solar Demigod Doc Ock gallery It's only goddamn Wednesday, and I just had an absolutely terrible week, all thanks to my job. I just had to get it out of my system.

Buckle the fff up, Doc, you are on the wild ride of the super hero profession.What blew up half of Manhattan? I don't know guys, have fun with it. Shocker going nuts. Green Goblin having a pyromaniac moment. Idiot thugs playing around with flamethrowers. Whatever it was, Doc is done with the entire week already.

And so am I.

2022.11.23.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

Warnings: none

“Hey. I didn’t expect you home so early.” My tired gaze was drawn up by the voice at the top of the stairs. A tired smile was thrown up at the man standing there.

“Long day.” I hung my coat up next to the door and started up the stairs. He nodded as he met me on the landing, wrapping his arms around me and resting his chin on my shoulder.

“I know exactly what you mean by that.” He chuckled in my ear. Swaying us gently back and forth, he rubbed my back. “Have you eaten today?” I shook my head and tightened my grip on him. Norman smiled as he turned to bury his face in my neck. “Dinners almost ready. I was going to change but apparently that’s no longer the plan.” I giggled before sighing in contentment.

“Nope. Make new plans. I’m not letting go anytime soon.” I felt Norman press a kiss to my jaw before he shifted his arms and picked me up.

“And you don’t have to.” I giggled as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Laughing, he carried me down the stairs and into the living room. “Let’s eat in here.” I nodded as I buried my head under Norman’s chin.

“Then sleep.” I mumbled. Norman chuckled.

“Then sleep.” He agreed. The door bell went off and I untangled myself from him. Charles answered the door and I looked at Norman confused. “I told you dinner was almost ready.” He smirked down at me. “I ordered from (fave restaurant). Figured I’d give the staff the night off and we could have a quiet night in for once.” I gently kissed his cheek before putting my head back on his shoulder. I could feel Norman melt under me.

“Thank you.” I pressed a kiss to his neck, watching his cheeks turn pink. “I love you Norman.” He leaned his head against mine and turned to press a kiss to my forehead.

“I love you too (Y/N).” Another kiss was pressed against my temple. “More than you’ll ever know.” I slowly slid off his lap and we split up the food that had been ordered. Dinner was spent quietly sneaking glances at each other, turning red and going back to our food.

“Thank you. For everything.” Once we had finished everything, I slid back onto Norman’s lap. He traced various shapes into my back as I curled up against him. “We don’t have to go straight to bed now. I kind of like this quiet calm moment.” Norman chuckled as he leaned back against the couch and buried his face in my hair. I slid my arms around him, wincing as he shifted so my arm wasn’t smashed between his back and the couch.

“If it means we have more moments like this, I’d do this for you every day.” I smiled against his neck as we settled into silence again. “Can I ask you something? It’s…important.” I lifted my head and watched as he got nervous, looking away from me with a scared look on his face.

“Hey.” I gently cupped his cheek and turned his head back to me. “You can ask me anything. You know that Norman.” With a smile, he reached up and held my hand against his cheek. He turned his head slightly and kissed my palm.

“Will you marry me?” I practically melted against him and if it weren’t for his hand against mine, it would have fallen. His eyes searched mine as the moment stretched on. My head had completely emptied of all thought except one.

“Yes!” I squealed out before pressing my lips against his with as much passion and conviction as I could. My arms wrapped around his neck and one hand buried in his hair. Norman chuckled against my lips and slipped a hand under my shirt. He pressed against my back gently, holding me as close to him as possible. “A million times yes.” I whispered as I pulled away from him to catch my breath. Norman pressed his forehead against mine before sneaking a kiss to my nose.

“I’ll take you ring shopping tomorrow.” I nodded before kissing him again.

[dalekofchaos]

If they choose to continue the Ramiverse and Webbverse after the success for No Way Home.

Here is what I think they should do.

The Amazing Spider-Man 3.

Cut whatever garbage they had planned, cause it’s terrible.

Venom and Black Cat are the villains. Cause they are teasing Tom Hardy being in the Webbverse and Felicity Jones should be Black Cat

Shailene Woodley finally gets the chance to play Mary Jane

Miles is introduced and it’s clear the direction for the sequels is for Peter to be a mentor figure to Miles and Miles to take the mantle

Miles would be played by Caleb McLaughlin

Spider-Man 4 

They can’t do what Rami had planned for Spider-Man 4. Wanna know what they can do? Spider-Girl aka Mayday Parker

What they could do is tie in what Peter has been doing as Spider-Man after the events of Spider-Man 3 in the opening credits so he faces Vulture, Mysterio, Carnage, Kingpin and Black Cat and the final flashback is his wedding to MJ!

As for who could play Mayday, either Sophie Lillis or Sadie Sink

Passing of the torch with Peter mentoring his daughter and Mayday becoming Spider-Girl

[themushroom-man404]

Hey does anyone want a tssm Otto or a rami Otto rp? I'm looking for someone who's okay with ocs and would be open to smut and angst also tssm or rami norman Osborn/goblin I have a spider song I'd like to use so feel free to dm me and we can talk over plot and I preferably use discord to rp. Thank you

[ottos-funny-bunny]

Infect me with your loving

Chapter 9

Warnings: Mentions of depression/anxiety, violence, mentions of violence, eventual smut.

Summary: Ongoing fic between an OC and Doc Ock

Fandom: Spider-Man, Marvel, Riami-verse

Authors Notes: Hey squirrel friends. I’m super sorry I haven’t posted in a long time. Been going through it lately and haven’t felt the want to post anything. But I have a story to tell. I hope y’all enjoy. 💗

Everyone always wants to know how you can tell when it’s true love, and the answer is this: when the pain doesn’t fade and the scars don’t heal, and it’s too damned late. — Johnathan Tropper

"Little Bird, wait!" The gruff tone that Otto had previously used had completely disappeared. The blonde had promptly turned her back on him and was marching in the opposite direction, back towards her home. "Nope. No thank you. Not interested. Return to sender." Dys grumbled, her converse spitting up gravel in protest. "Dylesia." Otto huffed, as a mechanical claw made its way around her waist, stopping her in her tracks and from running away from him. For someone much smaller than him, she could move quick. The mechanical arm moved her and him into the alley by her apartment complex, where they could have the most privacy from wandering eyes, or at least as much privacy as New York City would allow. Her back pressed against the cool brick of the building, Otto creating a barricade with his body, without causing too much distress and leaving a comfortable distance between himself and Dylesia.

"Little bird.." He began, searching her eyes for an answer. "Absolutely not, you've lost the right to call me that." She spat at him in disgust, her gaze narrowing towards him. She was grateful for Otto for being the douche police, but she still had growing animosity towards him for his behavior. Cat and mouse was never a game that Dylesia was ever interested in, and she let him know that from the beginning. "I understand, just please. Listen to me. You wanted answers, how am I supposed to do that if you're always running away from me?" Flo, the more motherly of the claws clacked in annoyance, exactly as a mother who's scolded you too many times for your behavior would. Sometimes, the appendages were better at displaying his emotions than he was. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, while Dylesia huffed, also in annoyance at the situation. A gloved hand reached up and gently pressed his index finger into the side of her cheek, bringing her attention back to him. "Fine. I'll listen." She snapped, feeling very small and very childish under his gaze. Otto lifted up his sunglasses and placed them on top of his unruly hair, his dark gaze starring intently into her much more milder green one. "Dylesia... Darling..." Otto felt as though he were treading on thin ice, and Dys knew for a fact he was on VERY thin ice.

"I'm scared." Otto began, deciding that if this was it, if she was the one, there was no reason for him not to bare his soul to her. "I saw you, laying there crumpled at my feet, and all I could think about was Rosie, crumpled on the floor of my lab, and home that I shared with her." Dylesia perked at the name, remembering him telling her stories of his dearly beloved wife that had passed away tragically in the accident that made Otto into who and what he was today. "I just can't, I cannot watch my issues, my problems interfere with another person's life. Dylesia you remind me so much of her, you're not exactly the same of course... But in another world, you and Rosie would have been the best of friends." He sighed and searched her eyes for any source of emotion behind those pools of green, for an answer for a plea bargain. "I was so scared, that I was going to loose someone I love twice." Love? Did he just say love? Her eyes widened, not entirely sure he was aware of what he just said. "I thought if I broke your heart, you would stay away, and you wouldn't want me anymore. But you did. And damn it, I want you. I tried distracting myself with idiotic loose women, that don't even hold a candle to you. I didn't want a bimbo, I wanted you. I wanted your grace, and beauty and charm. I wanted your mind, your wittiness, your incredible talents in all the arts. I think I've always wanted someone like you, so different yet so alike to me, and I never knew until I ran into you."

Dys had begun to cry again, and Otto stiffened thinking that maybe he had pushed too far, and caused her to be in distress, the claw around her slowly pulled away from her, as he planned to make his retreat. "Oh, Otto..." Dys sniffled, rubbing her eyes with the palm of her hand, smearing what little makeup she wore anymore off. "I want you too, you idiot." The mumbled, her arms reaching out to wrap themselves around his body and holding onto him with all of her might. "I don't mean to cry... I'm just overwhelmed and confused. I thought you hated me, I thought you were just like everyone else." Otto softened, and rubbed his large hand on her back in soft circles. She could make him melt in her palms, like butter as soon as she wrapped her arms around him. "Please don't leave.." She spoke into his chest, listening to the constant beat of his heart.

He gently reached down and tilted her head up towards his, leaning down and pressing his forehead to hers. "Dylesia LaFosse, please forgive me. You can take your time, I'm not expecting an answer overnight. And I know it's going to take time, I really hurt you and I recognize that. But I want you to know how deeply sorry I am, that I hurt you, and that you had to go through so much from me. I never wanted that to happen." She starred into his eyes, and reached up, running her fingers through the mess of curls, leaning up and doing something she had longed to do since the last time. Before Otto knew what was happening, he felt the sweet tenderness of her lips on his again. A breath that he had been holding for far to long, he finally released, leaning into her kiss, and closing the gap between their two body's and the bricks. All too soon, she pulled back, enticing a small grunt from Otto. "Don't be greedy." She laughed, playfully pushing on his chest. "You're still in the dog house. Otto, I'd be willing to let you break my heart again. You're someone that I've always needed and never knew I did. The dates, the nonsense. Nelly wanted me out of the house, and I just couldn't bring myself to. I wanted to spend my time with you, and you alone. I wanted to live my life only with you."

"Does the kiss mean I'm forgiven?" Otto asked, pulling her back to him, holding her body tight against his. God she was perfect. "Of most of your sins yes." She smiled up at him. "But, we need to take time... We need to learn about each other. We need to spend quality time together, enjoying the simple things. Open up to one another, do things with each other we haven't done with others." Otto hummed in agreement, leaning down and covering her lips with his again, his fingers curling in her blonde tresses. "You have yourself a deal, little bird. I'll stay with you, if you'll allow me." He spoke against her mouth. Dylesia could feel her resolve melt away when he spoke to her, she had never been kissed in the way Otto Octavius kissed her. "Yes, please." She breathed out. Otto smirked and pressed another warm kiss to her lips, his hands placing themselves firmly on her hips, before lifting her up in his arms. "Then, allow me to carry you home, darling."

Dylesia threw her head back in laughter at his ridiculousness, which Otto throughly enjoyed witnessing. A playful smirk played on the corners of his mouth as he carried her up the bricks onto her balcony, where he spent many nights watching over her in the secret of night. A mechanical claw pushed open the awaiting glass doors, gently setting her down. "You know, you usually don't carry someone across the thresh-hold until you marry them." Dylesia teased, leaning down to pet Lazarus, who had came to greet them immediately. Otto made his way into her home, gently setting the book he bought her on her bookshelf, and setting the flowers on her counter tops, Nothing had changed in her home, her perfectionism must have gotten the better of her, besides the occasional takeout boxes in her garbage and one on her counter. She hadn't been taking very good care of herself, and Otto felt a pang of guilt. Dylesia watched him curiously, as he made himself comfortable with her home again. Otto caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, walking into her home office to see a very familiar face starring back at him. On a canvas, stood a picture perfect portrait of himself. "Oh... You weren't supposed to see that." Dys admitted, embarrassed. "You painted me?" Otto couldn't believe his eyes, he never had someone paint him before. She had gotten every detail of him down to an art. "If I couldn't see you in person, I at least wanted something to remember you by, in case you weren't going to come back." Dys shrunk into herself quietly, disgusted with her self loathing pity party she was throwing for just herself.

Otto took off his gloves and laid them on her desk, gently running his fingers over the painting, inspecting every detail she had put in. His bird had worked very hard, he couldn't imagine the endless nights she had put into her work. Otto turned and reached his hand out to her, pulling her close to his side, pressing his lips to her forehead. "You won't have to worry about that anymore, love... You're mine forever." Otto's eyes darkened at the mention of her being his, before he leaned down and pressed a needy kiss to her lips, his want and love for her was overflowing and if he had anything to do with it, and he would, she would be his completely sometime soon. "I love it." Dylesia had to snap back to reality after his kiss, and looked at him confused. "Really?" "Why wouldn't I?" Dys huffed and shrugged her shoulders. "I thought you would find it creepy, and weird. Like a shrine." 'Well I don't see a voodoo doll of me yet, or a collection of my hair. So I think we've passed that point." Dys snorted and moved back into her living room, Otto following close behind. "Did you really miss me that much?" He asked carefully, eyeing her down curiously. "Otto I missed you like my lungs would miss air. When you left it felt like all of my oxygen had been sucked out of my atmosphere and I was gasping for anything. I need to create when I'm sad, or mad, or happy... It's the curse of a creator. I knew I missed you, so you became the art." The sighed and sat on the couch, Otto sitting close by her, his ungloved fingers playing with a strand of her hair. "I was going to put it in my show, and hoped that you would come by some miraculous reason and find me again. Little did I know, you'd be in the coffee shop at the same time as me. I didn't date to get back at you, I just wanted Nelly off of my back. I couldn't take the nagging anymore." Otto laughed and leaned forward, pressing kisses along her temple and head, soaking up every last ray of sunshine she exuded. "Dylesia, I think I'm in love with you." Otto spoke softly, watching carefully for her reaction. Dylesia turned towards him on the couch, taking his hand in hers and tracing careful patterns on his palm. "I know I'm in love with you Otto, stay with me." Otto leaned forward and wrapped her up in his arms once more, a habit he was getting very used to. "Wherever you go, I will follow you."

[raszdemonstixx]

I have two fics in the making, one is a angsty Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader and the other is a Raimi!Harry Osborn x AFAB!Reader comfort fluff.

[lacking-hydration]

CANT WAIT! ANY DAY NOW!

[greenmenace]

I've been thinking about binge watching the Sam Rami trilogy for the billionth time again since I bought popcorn the other day!

[labwebs]

Softly, to himself, and not thinking that anyone else can hear him: "...fast as I can- wondering if I'd get there quicker if I was a ma-an..."

[zzdinde]

ramiverse!Harry is a goddamn loser through and through i love him especially when he cries because all he's got left is spiderman cue to his big brown googly eyes wet and misty and dating his bf's crush 'cause he's in love with him <3

[yourlegacysnotyourstosee]

Ramiverse parksborn > webbverse parksborn

[kenyizsuartblog]

Solar Demigod Doc Ock - Fear and Stress

Toss a coin to your Worldbuilder! 

Solar Demigod Doc Ock gallery

Doc Ock's not having a good time, certainly. Especially not with that asshole Green Goblin hanging around to stir shit up.

(I may or may not start to have a base idea for Green Goblin's continued existence in this AU.... ;) )

2023.01.14.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

warnings: Green Goblin, talk of supervilliany (not exactly specific but it’s there), swearing

“Norman?” I asked as I walked into the lab. “Are you here?” It was eerily quiet. Turning around, I took in what projects were being kept in the room. I raised my eyebrow at the mechanical arms that I just knew belonged to Dr. octavius. Why it was in Norman’s lab I didn’t know. In the spot next to it, the project was missing. “The glider.” I muttered out as I turned towards the paperwork laying all over Norman’s desk.

‘Project Terminated’ was stamped across the file for the super soldier serum. Rolling my eyes, I put it to the side. As if anyone could come up with a replacement for the serum that made Steve Rodgers into Captain America. I pulled out the file that I was looking for and frowned. There was another ‘Project Terminated’ on the file.

“What?” Flipping through it, I noticed the military’s notes on how they could improve the glider. Going to the back of the file, I found Norman’s thoughts on the suggestions. “Nevermind then.” Looking up at the empty slot, I picked up the phone on the desk. “Otto?”

“Norman?” The man on the other end answered.

“No it’s (Y/N). Norman’s not in his lab and the glider is gone.”

“Could there be a flight? That could explain both being gone.”

“As far as I know there was no test flight today. And I found the file…”

“Terminated. Norman mentioned it to me yesterday.” I nodded even though he couldn’t see me.

“Yep. Along with the serum. Based off the notes from both the military and Norman it makes sense.”

“But it doesn’t explain why the two are missing. Maybe try calling him. He’s always going to pick up for you. I’ve seen it happen.” I let out a laugh. “If you see Norman let him know that I’ll need the arms for a test run tomorrow.”

“Thanks Otto. I’ll let know when I see him.” I hung up the phone and dug out my own from my pocket. I found his contact and waited for him to pick up. The ringing kept going. “Come on Norman. Pick up. Pick up the phone.” It went to voicemail. “Dammit.” There was a beep and I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. “Hey Norman it’s me. When you get this…Norman!” I had turned around and saw Norman standing in the doorway, glider and flight suit in his hands. I hung up and ran over. He dropped everything to hug me when we met.

“What are you doing here? I thought you had gone home for the night.” He asked into my hair. I pulled away from him and smiled.

“I was hoping we could head home together.” I furrowed my eyebrows as I ran a hand over the flight suit. “What’s with this? I called Otto. There wasn’t a test…”

“No. No test.” Norman awkwardly shuffled away from me. “I uh I just uh took it.” He started to put the glider back where it belonged and turned towards me. “Listen there’s something I need to tell you.” He walked over and put his hands on my shoulders. “Sometimes…sometimes I’m not myself. I’m someone else.” I put my hands on his arms and nodded.

“Ok.” He furrowed his eyebrows at my comment and shook his head. “What does that mean?” By the look on Norman’s face, it wasn’t anything good. “Hey. Hey. Look at me. It’s ok. Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together.” I moved my hand up to his face. Norman leaned into it.

“The accident. That happened here. A few days ago. It was me. I took the serum.” My eyes went wide and Norman started talking before I could say anything. “Our funding was going to get pulled. And I thought if I could show it worked we’d get it back. But it went wrong. I don’t remember what happened exactly. I just remember waking up at home and hearing this…” Norman gestured to his head. “Voice. It’s like mine but…unhinged. Keeps telling me to do things. Terrible things. The board…Spiderman…anyone that gets in my way…” Norman trailed off. His eyes went unfocused before zoning back in. His grip tightened on me. His head tilted away from my hand and I pulled it back.

“Norman…” a cold laugh replaced the one I normally heard. The one I loved.

“Norman’s on sabbatical honey.” I grit my teeth and took a small step back with my left foot. “I have a different name.”

“The green goblin.” I said. Norman’s eyes glinted in the low light.

“Exactly.” He leaned forward until he was in my face. “And don’t you forget it. Now are you going to get in my way, or should I make Norman add you to his list of guilty feelings?” I shook my head. “Good little thing.” Tilting my head, I brought my fists down on Norman’s forearms and jumped back as he let go. “You little shit.” I smirked at him before I landed a kick to his chest. He flew back into the desk and hit his head.

“Norman calls me a little tiger.” I spat. I could see the Goblin still hanging on. “Nighty night.” I landed another kick as he tried to get up, this time making him hit his head so hard he passed out. Kneeling down, I checked his pulse before sighing and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Oh Norman. What did you do?” Quickly tying him up, I picked up the phone again. “Hey Otto? It’s me again. I need a little help.”