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tentative starter call¿?

#call tbt. #dk man im trying to get muse back #multis specify!

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                  They’ll say brandy, you’re a fine girl                                      what a good wife you would be!

#AAAA #PAIGE'S ROSIE IS SO!!!!! #genuinely if u dont follow ur missing out it's such a unique portrayal #* listen to me now ( PROMO . )

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Alfred Molina (Coffee and Cigarettes, 2003) (2/3)

#oh my FU-CKING GOD. #stache... beard... slightly longer hair.... this is how i am imagining otto at all times from now on thank u #visuals.

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bunch of doc studies

#visuals. #op..... these are stunning

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they need his notes.   it’s an unfortunate truth   -   the actuators don’t take well to such detours,   preferring   (   as all programs do   )   straight lines that resolve into clean answers,   but in order to properly analyze what went wrong with the first attempt,   he needs to look at his calculations again on paper.   they don’t understand it;   they have it all in mind already,   everything recorded and played back to him in perfect,   optimized script,   but that’s precisely the problem.   he needs to see his mistakes,   born of human error,   made before he knew the euphoric press of five minds as one.   this is just something i need to do,   he tells them.   i need to,   for the work.   so they listen.

it’s far easier to break through wooden boards than it is through tempered glass,   he finds   -   any emotion at the memory that thought calls up studiously tucked away,   taken into the care of the actuators so he can concentrate on his goal.   they keep him focused,   driven,   and he is grateful to them for that;   no more distractions,   nothing left to dilute his purpose.   it’s for the good of mankind,   what he’s doing.   that supersedes all else.

his desk is as haphazard as it was when he left it   -   untouched,   where so much else here has been moved or rearranged.   a crime scene overturned,   but they steer him from that thought,   too;   the notes,   father.   and there they are.   as he begins to collect various papers strewn across the table,   larry turns toward the rest of the room,   inquisitive as always.   (   was that a footstep?   ) 

@englitmjr​​   /   ock!otto sc.

#* the real crime would be not to finish what we started ( ARC TWO . ) #* englitmjr / R . OCTAVIUS . #englitmjr #wow he sounds more insane in this than in most of my writing and thats SAYING SOMETHING

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referencing harry the osborn and harry the actuator in the same piece of writing is giving me a headache but we do what we must

#* probably panicking about something ( ooc . ) #ive committed to the bit and now i gotta ride it out

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find peter parker.   this objective has sat at the forefront of his mind since last night,   and it presents a compelling set of problems.   any number of ways to do it,   but which will be most efficient,   most effective?   he takes pictures of spider-man for the bugle,   harry had said.   best,   then,   to start there   -   and if he takes this opportunity to exact a touch of revenge for the libelous headlines he’s caught glimpses of lately,   who could blame him?   the paper’s editor has,   after all,   set to leaving otto’s reputation in tatters with all the enthusiasm of a dog with a bone.   (   the man reminds him of a roach,   pervasively abhorrent   ...   a moment’s work,   if he so chooses,   to crush beneath his boot.   )

coming through the window with a satisfying crash,   he is quick to make his intentions clear:   “     where is jameson?     ”   there’s a dangerous kind of gravel in his tone,   delivered low and to the point,   and harry and flo survey the space as he speaks   -   studying exit routes,   telephones.   anything that may become troublesome in the moments to come is catalogued,   his impatience growing by the second.   “     well?     ”

@buglesgirlfriday​   /   ock!otto sc.

#HI OMG!! im so hyped to write with u #please let me know if u need anything changed w this!! #* the real crime would be not to finish what we started ( ARC TWO . ) #buglesgirlfriday

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ock!otto starter call.

#* it is amazing and it will work ( CALL . ) #i just... wanna explore that side of him!!

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fuck it.   give this post a cheeky little like if u would be interested in shipping our muses in a romantic context.

#it's Soft Sunday and i Want To Be Soft. #call tbt. #muse must be 21+ and honestly preferably over 30!

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once again emotional abt otto “adopting” college age kids and taking them under his wing

#* probably panicking about something ( ooc . ) #i cant stop thinking abt it #him and rosie putting up struggling 18 year olds who can't make enough money to get by in nyc...... good soup #i mean they dont ever let them stay for AGES but i just think it's a cute idea

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@secondock​​ :     “     [ SACRIFICE ]:     knowing that the circumstances only allow one of them to survive, the sender sacrifices their life in order to guarantee the receiver’s survival and safety.     ”     /     settling dust prompts.

he had expected their goodbye to be final.   in every sense of the word,   it should have been impossible for them to see one another again once strange’s workings took hold of them;   a trip through the looking glass,   but it should have been just that,   a trip with no lasting effects.   imagine his horror,   then,   to still see her now   -   the two of them stood among the disarray of the dock house,   backlit by an unstable protostar.   he watches her calculate,   rapidly,   just the way he would.   something like pride blooms bright in his chest,   but he knows what conclusion she must be coming to,   for it’s the same one he would reach.

it’s the work of a moment to sketch out how he would feel,   were she truly his daughter   -   picturing her in that role becomes easier by the moment,   a landscape of his and rosie’s best traits   (   and some of his worst,   he’s learning   ) .   if she were his,   if he had raised her,   it would ruin him to know she had died so he might live.   hell,   it will ruin him anyway.

in this he speaks for the otto octavius of her universe as much as he speaks for himself,   voice raised over the cacophony of caving walls,   staring at her against the terrible,   glorious backdrop of his machine.   flo snaps forward to hold her still,   to keep her from realizing the plan he’s sure is brewing.

“     i can’t let you do this,   josephine.     ”

#* it's so quiet ( NWH . ) #secondock #ok like. i know what the prompt says. but he's never gonna let her do it without a fight #this made me so emo to write </3 that idea u posted a few days ago rly got me good

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@englitmjr​ :     “     ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out .     ”     /     nonverbal prompts.

looking back,   he will blame how animated he was;   words translated into movement,   and it happens that his hand finds the small of her back as he speaks passionately to the benefits of a well-placed flake of salt.   it’s not an uncommon position for them to find themselves in,   but this time she flinches   -   such a small thing,   but he is so attuned to her,   so aware of her patterns of movement that it sets him to worrying in an instant.   he trails off into nothing,   brown eyes mired with concern now as brows knit looking down at her.

“     are you alright?     ”

#im thinkin we can build into the injury thing... idk... do with this as u will #* did beethoven sleep before he wrote the fifth ? ( ANSWERED . ) #* englitmjr / R . OCTAVIUS . #englitmjr

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until such time as i can participate in sinday (soon my friends, so very soon!) i will b continuing my tradition of soft sundays (tm) instead! below are some soft romance headcanons, and i’ll be posting a call soon which u will be able to like for some softness in ur inbox! :)

- otto may not be the most coordinated, but that doesn’t keep him from loving a good slow dance. he and rosie have probably taken a ballroom dance class or two, and while he’s not the quickest to pick it up, he’s got a few moves! 

- if you’re dating him, expect serenades. nothing embarrassing; just lighthearted playfulness, power ballads and show tunes, singing along to the radio with exaggerated drama. 

- stargazing! he loves it. astronomy is a bit of a side hobby, one he doesn’t indulge all that often, but if asked he can be trusted to pull a few star facts from the rust. (how many light years away is the north star, otto? oh, let me think, i used to know that...)

-he loves both to cook for his dates and alongside them - whichever they might prefer. there’s something intimate about making a meal together, knowing they labored together to create something; he would consider it a failure if any longtime partner of his didn’t walk away knowing how to make pasta by hand.

- while scrupulously frugal with what he’ll spend on himself, otto has no reservations whatsoever about spending money on his date. part of the chivalrous nature his mother ingrained into him, he will only make plans he knows he can pay for in full and won’t hear of anything else. little gifts - flowers, chocolate, books - are also not uncommon.

#soft sunday. #thats the tag if u want to block it in the future! #altho i'll only ever do it six more times after today so...

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@englitmjr​​ :     “     ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders .(them late nights in the lab and rosie coming to get him into bed though)     ”     /     nonverbal prompts.

thoughts have wandered once again,   brilliant mind lost in the throes of his project   -   it’s nigh impossible for him to keep track of time on days like these,   almost able to feel it slipping through his fingers as he works feverishly into the night.   breakthroughs leave no room for rest;   his hands would only itch to put the new ideas to paper,   sleep becoming all the more fitful for it.   it’s years of living that have taught him to follow the whims of this process,   rather than attempting to fight it.

still,   he aches now.   hours hunched over the table leave muscle corded tightly in his shoulders,   and he has to pause more and more often to rub the sleep from his eyes.   rosie has developed an uncanny knack for knowing just when to stop him,   and the soft texture at his neck is a welcome relief,   sharp breath in almost as though he’s coming up from water.

“     oh,   how late is it?     ”     there’s a touch of self-deprecation in his tone:   too late,   he knows,   and if she were to scold him now,   he will have earnt it.

#* did beethoven sleep before he wrote the fifth ? ( ANSWERED . ) #* this is my life's work ( ARC ONE . ) #* englitmjr / R . OCTAVIUS . #englitmjr

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𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles . )

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

#im late but what if u??? #inbox tbt.

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Norman heard the flat tone, and nearly missed a step. Suddenly, a couple things became intimately clear to Norman. The Otto he had last seen, and this Otto, were not one in the same. This Otto wasn’t even aware of the multiverse that laid just outside of their grasp. 

And everything that had happened to Norman in the last few months, could have just been inside his head. He’d barely been cured, and though the lack of arms should have been enough of an indication. He kept his smile, however. No matter the thoughts swirling through his head, this was nothing compared to what Norman had had to go through. And if he was careful, Norman would be able to… 

“You’re right; that fundraiser.” He offered a laugh, almost hollow, and shook his head. A lie popped up on his lips, easy. “Concussions aren’t a joking matter.” Easy enough. But Norman’s pride didn’t allow him to apologize now. There wasn’t a good spot to start. 

“Will you be at the benefit this weekend? I believe we should have sent out an invitation.” 

a deep wave of melancholy comes over him,   vague understanding setting in   -   does norman not remember it at all,   what they said to each other last?   to what extent does this head injury   (   if otto should even believe it to be true   )   produce gaps in his memory?   his anger is there still,   simmering just under the surface,   but he swallows it down to some pretense of civility,   already regretting the harshness of his earlier words.

“     no.   no,   i   -   you know events like that make me anxious.   are you   ...   well,   now?     ”

he has no concept of how to approach this.   he supposes it wouldn’t be unlike norman to fake a concussion for sympathy,   but even thinking it sends a shock of guilt through him.   norman was always the one with the silver tongue;   otto couldn’t possibly catch him out in it,   even if he weren’t telling the whole truth.   (   there is guilt,   too,   in still feeling hurt;   there’s a part of him that wonders if he ought to just let it go,   like he has so many times before.   it would be so easy to let things go back to the way they were,   even when he promised himself that he wouldn’t.   )

#* sxientist / N . OSBORN . #sxientist #12 years later...

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ok like. otto as icarus is cool and everything. but may i introduce u to the idea of prometheus.

#* probably panicking about something ( ooc . ) #i think the icarus parallel is fucking brilliant but just think about this for a second #'the risk of overreaching or unintended consequences' #playing god and the hubris associated.... #'the lone genius whose efforts to improve human existence could also result in tragedy'?????? HELLO???? #GOOD GOD MAN