#Otto being a teddy bear

[calpalsworld]

I’ve seen a lot of misinformation spread around with people calling Minions by the wrong name. I think its about time someone from the Minions community speaks up and gives a simple comprehensive guide to minion characters. Contrary to popular belief, it is not always easy to identify every single minions! Some minions share the same appearance, or the same name. For example there are two Jerrys and two Carls! But it is truly unacceptable to misidentify the most recognizable minon characters, as they are unique individuals with interesting personalities!

-------------MINIONS ROLECALL------------------------------------------

THE TRIO

The most important minion characters are the trio of Kevin, Bob, and Stuart! If you cant identify these three you really should check yourself! 

KEVIN

Kevin is identifiable for his height, tall hair, and leadership! He is one of the most determined and heroic minions. He is arguably the main character of Minions, and he lead the quest to find a new evil master after the minions century-long unemployment (in M1).

BOB

Bob is identifiable for being tiny and bald, and the sweetest minion of them all! He also has heterochromia. He is a product of the quirky cute craze in the early 2010s, but is honestly written pretty endearingly in recent movies. He had a corruption arc where he became the king of England (in M1). His teddy bear is named Tim, not to be confused with the minion Tim, who I mention later.

STUART 

Stuart is identifiable for having one eye and combed hair.... Oh dear, how do I say this. He is an arrogant.... floozy..... And he frequently shows his minion butt on screen. He also has a bit of an artistic side and can play any type of guitar. Notably, he, along with Dave, are the only two minions to never have been turned into a purple “Evil Minion” (in DM2).

OTHER MAJOR CHARACTERS DAVE

Dave doesn’t stand out very much visually and personality-wise, he is your standard minion, but he is very iconic! He has two eyes, is an average pill-shape, and has combed hair. Along with Stuart, he was never turned into a purple minion. He is also one of the only minions to never quit their job, along with one of the Jerrys (in DM3). He is also a little bit of a floozy like Stuart. 

MEL

Mel is identifiable for his one eye and friar-type-hair. As the current head of the Minions, he is the one who rallies the minions to speak up with their grievances (in DM3), which inevitably causes them to rebel and temporarily quit their jobs. Despite this, he sees Gru as a father-figure and loves him very much. He is a very complex character and one of my favorite minions.

OTTO

Otto is EXTREMELY identifiable (if you misidentify him I honestly dont know whats wrong with you). He has a very wide and tall shape, has a tiny sprout of upright hair, and has braces. He also has an extremely-fast-paced speech pattern. Sadly the narrative is rather mean spirited towards him, as all the other minions and Gru are easily annoyed at his presence. Despite being an air-head and making mistakes for the sake of plot, he tries his best to right his wrongs and deserves better! 

OTHER NOTABLE CHARACTERS JERRY AND JERRY

YES they are different characters. YES they both have the same name. It happens in real life too, deal with it. Jerry (left) likes to play golf. Jerry (right) is one of the only minions to not temporarily quit their job, along with Dave. Just wanted to clarify this.

TIM

Tim looks the same as Kevin, but they are NOT the same character. Tim commonly dresses up as a Father when he goes on undercover missions (he does it in DM1 and DM2.) He is also one of the minions who appears in the iconic credits sequence of DM1, along with Carl and John.

TOM

For those wondering who the Maid minion is, his name is Tom. Some media accidentally mislabeled him as Phil, but Phil is actually the one who dresses up like an infant and gets inflated (in DM1). DONT BE LIKE THESE FOOLS. DONT CONFUSE THE BABY MINION FOR THE MAID MINION.

(image of Phil moments before the incident) -------------------------------------------------------------------------- There are many more minion characters! But these were the ones I felt like are most iconic and important to the plot! Please learn your facts and stop incorrectly identifying minions! Thank you!

#minions #despicable me

[scarletgemstone]

respectless

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(tiger general otto fluffy and hocicos are in a meeting)

Tiger general” or i could tell everyone”

(music plays)

Otto” you better show some respect check your behavior no one speaks to us that way”

(motions across the table) 

Otto” did you expect us to sit back and take your (looks at tiger general) insolent brazen display?”

(tiger general stands up and laughs)

Tiger general” you’ve got it twisted i’m not the one who needs a new attitude maybe you missed it but i’m that hashtag guy (walks to hocicos) i will do nothing less than what i please (plans are shown behind the tiger general) i’m the backbone of the plans (looks at otto) mad that i acted respectless well it’s cause no one could respect this (walks down the table) sorry group attending since when are we too scared to fight? You’re long past trending (stops in fornt of fluffy) sorry pal but i ain’t swipin right you lost your relevance”

Fluffy” we can’t act without more intettigence”

(tiger general sighs and looks at otto)

Tiger general” no wonder i’m so respectless (glars at otto) i could eat you lot for breakfast “

(otto stands up)

Otto” you and your team are inane and uninformed smug wannabes who don’t heed when you’ve been warend “

(tiger general looks at otto and walks towards him)

Tiger general” oops did i strike a nerve (he stops and pulls out a teddy bears head) cause when i brought out the teddy bears head (thorws it at otto) could’nt help but observe that your wrinkled face was turing red (otto growls and glares at him) and why are you avoiding war (walks towreds ottot)  that’s what the guns you sell are for thanks to my being respectless one thing i’m starting to suspect is (looks otto in the eyes) you know why this teddy bears headless do you have a discloser “

Otto” this meetings over!”

#unicorn wars #hazbin hotel #crossover #i'm sorry #unicorn wars otto #unicorn wars hocicos #unicorn wars fluffy #htf #htf tiger general #happy tree friends #songfic

[demonbanisher]

Some crack which is all @impishtubist fault. Hope you enjoy this little cursed drabble. I have a splitting headache and can’t be bothered to edit this before I go to bed so sorry if there’s any issues.

The Potter family - designation and ages next to names. Partners are in brackets

Sirius O47 and James O47

- Harry A30 (Ginny O29)

- Otto B27 (Cedric B30)

- Yvaine A25 (Luna A27)

- Leo O24 (Timothy O26)

- Cyrus O23 (Eros A28)

- Ella B22 (Victorie B22)

- Teddy O20 (Oliver A30)

Teddy knew his parents weren’t going to be quite happy with him being pregnant with a man ten years his senior. His Dad (Sirius) had been so overprotective of his older brother Cyrus when he started dating Eros and they only had a five year age gap. His Pa (James) had to talk Dad down from castrating Eros on more than one occasion.

On top of that, the family had a bit of a history with unplanned pregnancies. Poor sex education at Hogwarts meant his fathers had been unaware of the possibility of pregnancy between two male Omegas. It took James fainting during a Quidditch match to find out about their little surprise. His fathers had made sure that all of them had a thorough sex education. As much as they loved Harry, becoming parents at 17 presented challenges they didn’t want to see their own kids face.

So, Teddy had put together a fool proof plan to soften the blow of his news. Pregnancy roulette.

He knew his family and he knew they were all into pranks and mischief courtesy of their fathers. He got his sister in on it and after Yvaine casually dropped that she was late, Teddy was able to swoop in and propose the game.

The problem came when Teddy dumped out the box full of pregnancy tests to find not one but three positives.

“Well then,” Harry said “that makes things interesting.”

“Pressures off us darling,” Cedric said kissing his husband. “Unless we have a surrogate the two of us don’t know about.”

“We’re out too,” Ginny added. “I took the test for shits and giggles but I made Harry get snipped last year. No more buns in this oven.”

“You know,” Otto said with a mischievous grin, “things can get unsnipped sometimes.”

Ginny turned a little green. “Don’t even joke about that.”

“Okay,” Teddy said stepping in to get a hold on the situation. “Everyone here who can bear a child take another pregnancy test. When you finish cap it and give it to your partner. Then we’ll go around the circle and reveal them.”

So a few hours and many pee breaks later, the group was back in a decidedly less jovial circle.

Harry went first. “Negative,” he said and both him and Ginny breathed a sigh of relief.

Timothy and Leo looked at each others next. “Both negative,” Leo grinned. “Some of us listened to our dads sex ed talks.”

Eros flipped Cyrus’s next. “Negative mi amor,” he said, kissing his husband on the cheek.

Then Sirius went, flipping James’s test. “We’ll fuck,” he said, turning his head expecting to find James looking at the test in Sirius’s hand but instead he was looking at the test in his own hand with a look of horror on his face. Sirius leaned over to look at his test. “Well double fuck.”

“You don’t mean…?” Yvaine started.

“Um, how do you all feel about having two more siblings?” Sirius asked.

The room erupted into noise. A few of them were retching at their fathers clearly still very active sex lives while others were telling them off for not using protection and demanding to know how this happpened.

“James was having problems with his birth control! The doctor recommended we both come off of them cause of our age. He said the risk of pregnancy was low.”

“But not zero!” Harry howled. “Use a fucking condom!”

“Sometimes you don’t have one on hand,” Sirius said as the room erupted into noise again. This time there was a unanimous decision of how gross it was that their fathers were so horny for each other that they couldn’t keep it in their pants long enough to get home.

“Wait a minute!” Otto shouted, cutting through the din. “That explains two of the tests but what about the third.”

Oliver sheepishly held up Teddy’s. “Surprise,” Teddy said. “I, um, thought this would be a fun way to reveal it. I didn’t think any of the other tests would come back positive.”

Teddy watched his Dad’s blood boil as he got ready to tell off Oliver for getting his baby pregnant at only twenty. James stopped him with a steady hand on his wrist. “Don’t think we’re in a place to judge others decisions love.”

Sirius’s face soften. “Well I guess my grandchild will get to grow up with his uncles.”

The boos erupted again and James and Sirius retreated from the shower of snacks their children threw at them. It was gonna be a long nine months.

#omegaverse #dead dove do not eat #prongsfoot

[aquato-family-circus]

As funny as the concept of Cal “living in the vents” might be (shout-out to

@paxcallow)*, part of me was like, “No, this will not stand at all, he deserves a PROPER place to live,” So here’s an idea that I came up with. Picture this:

-Otto just so happens to have several storage warehouses located in the quarry near his lab. One of them isn’t being used for anything, so they decide to turn it into a house; everyone pitches in to help, with Cal staying at the dorms while the project is being completed. 

-Since the PN are still kind of on a budget, a lot of the furniture is either 

1) thrifted/refurbished 

2) handmade using wood from the forest, repurposed scrap metal, and even salvaged materials from the remains of the old asylum. 

-When it comes to the interior design, Cal refuses to let Sasha have any say in the matter. (He’s still kind of upset about the whole construct thing.) Milla is instead put in charge, and you better believe they go for the brightest, most garish colours they can find. Meanwhile, Sasha is stuck buying all the boring stuff (kitchenware, electronics, small appliances, etc.) He does, however, manage to win Cal over with the stained glass lamp he (reluctantly) buys for him. 

-Several other characters bring things to help decorate his new place. (Nona Lucy sews him a quilt, Edgar does a black-velvet painting of a Spanish galleon, Morry gives him a framed All Paul poster, someone buys a bunch of cheap stuffed animals including a giant teddy bear, etc.)

-Some sea-themed stuff is also incorporated (nautical flags, large seashells, mounted steering wheel, ship in a bottle). 

-After the house is completed, Morry, having been made Cal’s official P.O., offers to stay at the house in order to keep an eye on him, essentially becoming his roommate. (Big rainbow-coloured quotation marks around the word “roommate.”)

*This was before I found out it was supposed to be a “Community” reference. Oh well.

-Nat

This is a really cute headcanon and I want to add that I think after Cal has settled into his home for long enough and things are stable for him he should get a fish tank bc he longs for fish. He wanders over to the aquarium in the motherlobe near morry’s “office” and sighs loudly until someone gets the hint. He would have a nice big tank with multiple species that are safe for getting along. It’s partially to show how much he’s improved and will not do Any experiments on them, but also bc it’s just fun. Fish are FUN. Fishie fishies

#asks #mewsingsbynataliek #hcs

[technovillain]

eeeeeeeeeeeveryday i wake up and wonder why otto mentallis wasn't present at helmut and bob's wedding reception!!!! what happened there!!! why is his spot at the table replaced with a giant teddy bear??? is there supposed to be some sort of significance to his absence??? GODDD why is Otto such an anomaly it MESSES with me. It's not like the two weren't close. Otto actually has a larger presence in Bob's mind than any of the other Psychic 7 minus Helmut. There is no feasible reason why one of this tightly knit group of people would be missing from the wedding!!!

i guess a possible theory is that bob wants to pretend like otto never really liked him. the mental figure otto's voice lines say stuff about how he liked helmut but only hung out for bob because those two were a package deal (and his vegetables...lol). when we see audie o and dr touch together theyre arguing about seemingly nothing and its pretty apparent that the two were constantly bickering over all sorts of things but hung out anyways... we dont know much at all about the relationship between helmut and otto. the kind of arguing that bob and otto would do doesn't seem like the kind that would cause them to get so angry at each other that otto wouldn't attend their wedding, especially if otto was strictly on good terms with helmut like it would seem.

so i guess the theory (playing along with my "otto is present in bob's mind in his current age and voice because he comes to visit bob and help him clean up every now and then" headcanon) is that bob is not able to fondly reflect on otto as a figure of his past as he is with the rest of the psychic seven. even though the source of the bad mood in this area sources from where lucrecia is sitting, he still leaves her there. i think the fact that bob was the first to reach out to lucrecia in the reunion cutscene says a lot about how much he misses lucrecia, who would never hurt helmut. after the maligula incident, lucrecia became a lost loved one too in a way, one that might be remembered fondly but with some bitterness, as we see here with the bad mood. but maybe otto hasn't allowed himself to become a fond memory of the past because he's there in the present day, bickering and fussing about him again. otto is still a nuisance poking around in his business and is only there to judge him. why should he be fondly remembered like the rest of them?? i suppose the same argument could be made about truman, since he appears at the wedding in a younger form, and bob has bad blood with him, however i feel that it is safe to say that bob is clearly bittersweet about his severing with truman and misses what he sees as "the old truman" before he "turned his back on bob". but if otto is actively there bothering him again, not being sweet or considerate like his other old friends, blunt and to-the-point otto is probably what bob needs to survive right now. but bob is very defensive about his state, with the bulb bobs actively denying needing help, and the dialogue to truman upon getting fired. he would want to pretend like otto was never there for him. he never liked me anyways (covers up all positive memories of him because his current mental image of him is presenting him as an uncaring asshole)

so considering bob is very defensive about his current state and just wants everyone to leave him alone, it makes sense why (if my hc is true like it's relatively implied to be) otto does not get the honor of being a pleasant memory and instead one of a rude mental freeloader.

#gughghughug #my brainrot is off the charts right now #i think bob's bottles is my favorite level maybe #bb and psi king's are prob objectively the best of the series #.txt #pn2 spoilers

[jazzcat247]

"Every creation needs a creator, and every self-respecting creator loves their creation.... Even when others don't."

Content Warning: Amputee and Amputation

The half-crazed, half-semi-stable amputee is Dr. Paolo, Head of Camp Corazón' Weapons Development Sect. and former Demolitions Expert of one of the oldest private squads in teddy bear records. While many believe he was discharged after being amputated from a unicorn stampede, he is still permitted to stay and work in Camp Corazón. He also has a habit of making volatile experiments with gunpowder and his aversion to comments about his singed fur.

The tall drink of water beside Dr. Paolo is his mate and Head Surgeon of Camp Corazón, Dr. Jules. Tall, educated, and respected, Dr. Jules was among Dr. Paolo in their old platoon as a medic before his promotion to Surgeon from their Sargeant, Tiny. He has also gone on record to say he isn't a polar bear nor a panda bear due to his contrasting red eyes and albino fur.

The two generally keep to themselves and stick to their appropriate sectors, as per Colonel Otto's orders. Though there have been altercations between Dr. Jules and the head priest, known simply as "father," and privates and soldiers alike perturbed by Dr. Paolo's unorthodox behavior, not much is known about the two aside from rumors. One such rumor claims they were involved in a gene-splicing experiment gone wrong and are under strict lockdown within the Camp. Neither Dr. Paolo nor Dr. Jules have stated a reply to such accusations, yet... They never denied such things either.

#unicorn wars #unicorn wars fandom #unicorn wars fanart #unicorn wars oc #unicorn wars art

[greenmenace]

Why Are You Crying?

He'd had a bad dream, a terrible one. A horrible monster had been chasing after him whilst he was trying to find his parents. But he never could find them. Harry decides to find his father who is the only one who can protect him from the monster in his nightmare.

However he never ever expected to find his father in a similar position to his.

Harry Osborn woke up with a start, wet tears endlessly trailing down his small soft cheeks as he sat upwards and quickly sat up against his bed frame as if somebody had barged into the room. Twisted in his own bed sheets, the little boy frantically searched his bed and underneath his duvet, eyes widening when he had found what he was desperately looking for. A plush brown teddy bear with a plaid green bow tie wrapped around its neck. Harry grabbed the bear, pulling it to him to hug. 

He’d had a bad dream, a terrible one. A horrible monster had been chasing after him whilst he was trying to find his parents. But he never could find them. They had disappeared, leaving little Harry to carry on running and running until his legs had begun to ache. To his mild relief, the nightmare had ended just before the terrifying thing had got him. Wait, was the monster still here? It was so very dark in his room, and Harry averted his eyes from the shroudness of dark to bury them in the soft fur of his teddy bear with a whimper.

Just the eerie darkness that was almost as bad.

What if the monster was sitting in the corner preparing to pounce on poor Harry and take him far away? He gulped and slowly looked up, clutching his bear even tighter for protection.

But there was no monster. 

Harry rubbed at his eyes, his tiny fingers dampening when they touched his wet cheeks that still bore tears streaming from his eyes. His throat was tight as he sobbed quietly into his bear. The feelings just couldn’t stop and Harry did not know what to do. Usually he would immediately head to his parent’s room to fall asleep between them. But that room was almost always empty now. The bed hadn’t been slept in, and the covers hadn’t been changed for weeks. 

Harry wondered why that was. Wasn’t a bed meant to be for sleeping in? He was tired every night so why did his father not sleep? Bernard had said that sleeping was very important! 

That didn’t make any sense to Harry. His father loved being with him, didn’t he? He enjoyed playing catch and little fun games with him just as much as Harry’s mother. She had used to read Harry bedtime stories every night, sometimes his father would be there to tell a story as well. But now? There were no stories. No playing catch. Not even those fun visits from Uncle Otto and Aunt Rosie were happening anymore. They had been the ones that bought Harry the teddy bear he cherished in his arms right now and he hadn’t seen them for weeks. 

Perhaps the bedroom wasn’t empty right now.

Harry had seen his father that evening before he went to bed. His father was carrying so many heavy boxes full of papers and files into the living room. Harry would hardly see him around the house. He’d asked Bernard why he wasn’t here like he used to be, the butler had replied that his father was very busy with work and would eventually have more time to spend with Harry. 

Not since the funeral.

The house was just…quiet now. 

Bernard was there to share stories but it just wasn’t the same. Mother had passed. And now father was rarely home. Was it something Harry did and that was why he wasn’t playing with him? Maybe he had accidentally made him angry? Harry didn’t know what he might have done to make his father upset. Perhaps he could try and find him and say sorry? 

Harry lifted his legs off from the bed, squeaking when his bare feet touched down upon the cold wooden floor. A chill flowing upwards on his spine, goosebumps prickling across his pyjama covered arms. He almost didn’t notice his tears still dripping off from his soft chin as he retrieved his nightgown and wrapped the fluffy dark blue material around his shoulders. He picked up his teddy bear and slowly approached the door of his bedroom, his eyes slowly adjusting to the ominous darkness that swallowed him.

The child held the doorknob and twisted it and pushed it slowly open, a sharp creak echoing throughout the inky black hallway. Harry hesitated as he stood still in the doorway, the hallway seemed so warm and comforting during the day when it was light out, but now it appeared to look like it had come straight from the pages of a scary book he and his parents had read during Halloween. 

He was unfortunately reminded of the bad dream, perhaps the monster was out here waiting for Harry to step out? Harry nearly turned back into his room, trembling as he halted in his quest. His quest to find his father. His innocent brown eyes glanced at both sides of the hallway in search of the beast, however there was still no monster to be found. Maybe he was safe then? But he would not know for sure until he found his father.

His father would take care of the monster and protect Harry, he was certain of it. Father would never let the awful thing get to him! His father was strong and wasn’t afraid of anything, not even of the little spiders that were sometimes in the corners of the rooms. Harry wished that he’d grow up to be just like him, Harry didn’t like being scared of the bugs.

Walking out into the gloomy hallway, Harry pressed his teddy bear closer to his chest, sniffling as he wiped his sleeve across his nose to get rid of the tears. The house was silent, quieter than Harry had ever heard before, though there were the faintest sounds of car horns that he nearly did not notice. 

What if his father was not here? What if he was still at work? What was Harry supposed to do if he couldn’t find him? Bernard was probably still asleep, so maybe he could tell him about the bad dream. But he would guide him back to his bedroom again and help him back to sleep. Harry did not want to have the nightmare again. However, Harry’s father would allow him to cuddle up in his giant bed, assuring Harry that there was nothing to be afraid of and that nothing would harm him.

That was one of the things Harry missed most.

Cuddled up between his parents, surrounded by cosy warm blankets like a cave, enveloped in their warmth and protection. Now there was none of that anymore. No more cuddling. No more sleeping soundly in that throne of a bed in the arms of his parents. Did his father just not like cuddling anymore? That would be impossible! He always likes cuddling. 

That would be very uncomfortable! 

Reaching the end of the hallway, Harry spotted a warm yellow glow underneath the doors of the living room. The only light he could see in the rest of the dark penthouse. That must mean that his father was still here! Quickly, Harry approached the doors with a hurry in his steps.

Harry had no idea what the time currently was but he felt like it was incredibly late, but why would his father still be up at this late hour? Maybe he had fallen asleep at his desk.

About to reach for the handle of one of the gigantic wooden doors, Harry froze when he heard noises in the room. Was that…crying he could hear? The person in the room was clearly upset. And it sounded like the person was trying to keep themselves as silent as they could. Like they were hiding their face in their hands. Harry’s eyes widened when he recognized the person’s voice.

That had sounded awfully a lot like father.

But he’d never heard or seen him cry before! Why would he be upset? Unless it was Bernard, but Harry knew that’d be very unlikely. The butler was always asleep at this time, and he never would be sitting alone in the living room. Harry’s father was carrying those boxes in there earlier. So he must still be in there. Perhaps he was still working and had no idea what the time was.

Reaching up to grab the handle, the little boy struggled to open the door, it was so heavy to push! After a few seconds of trying, he managed to finally push it open and the view of the living room opened up for him to see. The room was hardly lit, none of the lamps were switched on, the only source of light coming from the candles on the tables and on the desk where his father was sitting, face down in his arms. 

For a moment, Harry pondered on what to do. Fetch Bernard or enter the room? Father was very sad, maybe because of what Harry did? Though he did not know what he might have done to cause him to be so upset. If it was his fault, then he should try and apologise for whatever he had done. Harry hated whenever someone was sad. He should at least try to comfort his father and make him feel better.

Cuddling could help!

His sandy blond hair was scruffy, like he hadn’t tended to it for a long while after waking up in the mornings. He was dressed in a white buttoned down shirt that was very creased, his tie loosened. His fingers were buried in the back of his hair, gripping tightly as his body quivered with unknown emotions that Harry couldn’t quite figure out. 

It seemed that he hadn’t heard the door open, still sobbing into his arms. 

His desk was littered with papers, and the living room was scattered with boxes with Oscorp printed on the sides and were full of files from his work. A lone mug of coffee that had become cold long ago was sitting near to him. Was that the reason why he was sad? Did he have so much paperwork to complete? That wasn’t fair. Harry only had a small amount of homework to finish, his father shouldn’t have that many papers to write on! 

Walking over and towards the front of the desk, Harry stood on his tiptoes to peer over, holding the edge of the cold wooden surface.

“Daddy?” 

~

It'd been too much for Norman Osborn to handle. 

He knew overworking himself would not do well for him, but he couldn’t give a damn about it, he didn’t want to. It didn’t matter what his coworkers and friends suggested, he was the CEO of his company, not them. Who cared if he didn’t get a good night's rest. Who cared if he didn’t take time off to cope with the loss of his wife. It did not matter one single bit.

But now? Everything was just far too much to cope with. 

After Otto had discovered him a weeping disaster in his own office with half an empty bottle of whiskey the previous two days, Norman had been forced to go home by his and Rosie’s insistence. Not without his work of course. He would not be wasting time at home without doing some sort of paperwork for his company. But currently, he supposed he was doing what he didn’t want to be doing. 

The loss of Emily had hit him hard. He had never lost someone he cared about before, not like this. Losing his mother was one thing, but then again she was never really there for him almost just like his father. Norman had attempted to cope with the loss, blocking away the painful emotions for as long as he possibly could. However after not being able to sleep or have a decent meal for what probably seemed like weeks, and overloading himself with Oscorp, the wall he had carefully constructed had slowly begun to collapse with each moment of him signing papers he then returned to those files in those boxes.

Wasting time by crying at his desk once again.

Being weak. 

And it then eventually led to a short sniffle, a whimper, a flood of memories of the funeral and recalling how empty his bed had become that quickly sent Norman into a burst of crying and choked sobs as his forehead collapsed against the surface of his desk and fingers were rushing to his head, desperately digging into his hair. Tears poured freely down his thin cheeks, soaking the paper that he had previously been writing upon. 

He was not certain how long he had been crying for. He didn’t hear the doors of the room opening, nor the sound of tiny footsteps heading in his direction. It was only the sound of his son softly calling him that snapped him out of his misery. Opening his dark and red puffy eyes, he hiccuped from his sobs as he raised his head to look at the source of the noise.

Which was Harry. Stood in front of the desk with a very worried expression. Norman swallowed back a sob and released the tight grip upon his hair. Why was he here? What was— Harry had been crying too. The little boy’s small cheeks were streaked with two smudged lines of wet tears. His nose was splotchy and pinkish red. He looked afraid as he held on tight to his bear. The collars of his dark green pyjamas were damp, probably because of his tears. Norman had never seen such a heartbreaking sight as he quickly wiped his own face with his fingers.

“Harry? What…what are you doing here? You should be asleep.” Norman croaked, his voice breaking as it had not been used for quite some time. 

He did not want Harry to see him in such a mess like this. This was probably the very first time his son had seen him in this position judging by the very surprised expression on the child’s face. Norman had wanted him to see him as a strong figure, a strong person who did not allow any negative or weak feelings to possess him. And now all of that effort was completely wasted. 

Harry held his teddy bear closer, walking around the desk and closer to Norman who sat upwards, rubbing his face tiredly. 

The boy whimpered, his lip trembling. “I had a bad dream again. The monster was scary and I couldn’t find you or mommy.” 

Norman sighed, feeling lightheaded and a horrible migraine beginning to make itself known in his head. Harry always had nightmares. Probably as much as Norman did when he was younger. He would frequently go and find him and Emily when he would wake up. Always ending up in Norman’s bed. It was always nice when they were all together like that, wrapped up in each other’s embrace and away from the outside world where it seemed so very cold. 

He couldn’t find time to do that with Harry anymore. Always enveloping himself with his work.

“Oh…oh I’m sorry, Harry.” 

“It kept chasing after me.” Harry wiped his sleeve across his face, wiping his tears that silently poured from his eyes. Norman couldn’t help but notice how similar they appeared to be right at this moment. 

“Let me take you back to your room. I’ll help you get back to sleep.” 

Norman made a move to stand up but Harry quickly ran to him, desperately wrapping his little hands around his father’s right leg with a sob, resting the side of his head against Norman's knee with a pleading look in his watering eyes. Norman froze as his eyes widened upon seeing the distraught child clinging onto his leg. 

“Can I stay with you, daddy? Please? I don’t wanna be alone!” Harry begged.

He opened his mouth to say no, to tell him that he still had much work to complete and that he would promise to spend more time with him the next day, but Norman didn’t want to say that. He couldn’t. Harry was greatly upset. He wouldn’t allow his son to be left alone in his room, crying for the rest of the night like Norman had just been doing. 

Norman leaned down and gently smoothed his hands underneath Harry’s shoulders, lifting the boy upwards and carefully allowing Harry to make himself comfortable on top of his father’s knees. Harry instantly released his surprisingly tight hold on Norman’s leg and replaced the hold by wrapping his arms around Norman’s chest, burying his face into the front of his white shirt. 

“Shhh, shhh…it’s okay Harry. You can stay here.”

Norman assured him, feeling the small boy shaking against him as he began to gently rub Harry’s back with his right hand and also began to brush his fingers through the dark chestnut hairs of his head for comfort. Norman rested his head on top of Harry's, rocking back and forth slightly like he once had done countless times when the child was just an infant. 

That only seemed like yesterday. 

Harry quivered and shook softly, and Norman almost didn’t realise that he too was also shaking with emotion as well. His own tears trickling down his face, his sobs were silent now as he spoke soothing words towards his son who became calmer now. 

Eventually after a couple quiet moments, Harry raised his face from being hidden in Norman’s shirt and gazed up at his father, his face red and damp. Norman smiled sadly, gently swiping his thumb across Harry’s cheek, wiping away a stray tear. He watched as Harry leaned up slightly and placed his own tiny right hand on top of Norman’s left cheek, his hand was so adorable and soft as Harry studied his father’s expression. His little fingers attempting to wipe the tear track on Norman's face. The child was definitely concerned for him, and Norman couldn’t help but give out a weak chuckle.

“Why are you crying? I don’t like you being sad.” Harry sweetly poked Norman’s cheek, full of innocence and worry. 

Norman had almost wanted to burst into tears again, because of how precious Harry was being right now. He should have never kept himself from his son, he only saw Harry a few times now as he secluded himself in the living room as well as Oscorp too. He couldn’t believe how concerned Harry was for his being, especially since they hadn’t talked to each other for a week, or was it two or three? 

Norman kept his composure, not wanting to begin sobbing once more. He sighed, looking downwards to the floor.

“I just miss your mother so much. Work hasn’t been very nice to me.” Norman answered, looking back at Harry, he leaned forward and lovingly pressed a kiss against his son’s forehead. 

“That’s bad,” Harry snuggled into his father’s chest, leaning the side of his head against Norman. “Why can’t you stay here? Why can’t we both be together? I don’t want to go to school.”

Norman lightly laughed, brushing a strand of hair away from Harry’s forehead. “Oscorp needs me, Harry. Even I had to go to school when I was your age.”

“School’s boring.”

“I’m sure it is.”

Norman carefully stood up, keeping a hold of Harry with one hand on his back and the other around the boy’s knees. Carrying him still against his chest as he made his way over to the sofa near the fireplace and sat down. He retrieved a blanket that was wrapped across the back cushions and wrapped it around both himself and Harry who quietly yawned in response. Norman grabbed one of the smaller cushions and placed it on the arm rest before picking up his legs and resting them too onto the sofa. He leaned back and laid down, Harry falling against his chest as they both got themselves comfortable. 

Warmth spread throughout Norman’s body, tears finally drying on his cheeks as he began smoothing his fingers through Harry’s hair once again. The small boy closed his eyes as Norman held him closer, making sure that the soft fluffy blanket had fully engulfed his son except for his face. Harry clutched both the blanket and his teddy bear against him, beginning to feel the embrace of sleep once again. 

“I love you, daddy.” Harry mumbled as he shuffled once more, moving slightly so that he was resting right above Norman’s chest where he could feel the heartbeat of his father.

Norman opened his eyes before he could fully shut them. Breathing with a slight shake, he leaned forward one more time to kiss the top of Harry’s head with a smile, one last tear trickling down from the corner of his eye.

“Love you too, Harry. I won’t allow the monsters to get you.”

“Night…”

“Goodnight, my son.” 

Because Norman Osborn loved his son. 

Norman made sure to stay awake for as long as he could, wanting to be certain that Harry would fall asleep before him. When he was sure, Norman’s head collapsed against the pillow and allowed the darkness to envelop him. Drifting into a peaceful slumber that he hadn't returned to for a long while.

Protecting Harry from the nightmares as his arms around him shielded the small boy from anything that dared to attempt to harm his boy.

Truly.

#;;fics #willem dafoe #norman osborn #green goblin #harry osborn #spider man 2002 #spider man #posted from ao3 under my main blogs name! :D #i am now full of angst from writing this afgfhjgkjf #now to finally continue planning my nwh fics XD

[the-fiction-witch]

Where’s Your Father?

Media Nanny Mcphee

Character Simon Brown

Couple Simon X Reader

Rating Sweet AF

Concept Searching 

I stood in the kitchens over the farmhouse sink scrubbing the last few bits of the dishes sitting them to drain, Once I set the last one down I let the sink out and dried my hands on the tea towel hanging from my apron pocket, I went to head off into the house when I felt a tug on my apron strings, so I turned around seeing the little blonde head of Hester Brown "yes darling?" I asked

"Have you seen Mr bear?" she asks

"On top of my sewing box Millie," I told her giving her head a kiss so she happily ran off to get her repaired teddy bear, I chuckled and headed upstairs heading to the children's room lined with beds all left up turned so I went around making each bed one by one setting bears and blankets how each liked them, And I spotted Cosette sat on her bed fiddling with her ribbons. "what's the matter, Cosette?" I asked she merely offered her ribbon to me so I smiled sitting down and grabbing her little brush from the side brushing her long curly blonde locks and putting her hair into a plait

"Thank you mummy" she smiled

"No worries, now get to your chores," I told her

"I will" she smiled off

"Where's your father?" I asked her before she scampered away

"Haven't seen him" she says

"Alright" I laughed finishing up with the beds and staring work on the windows throughout the house. cleaning and tidying any messes I found along the way. and I saw a little fluffy blonde head in the toy room playing with the trains "Herman" I warn

"Ohhh Hello mummy" he smiled happily bolting up and hiding his toys

"Go on scamper Young man," I told him and he happily ran towards me but I stopped him "Where's your father?" I asked

"No"

"Alright go on," I told him so he happily headed off, I finished off with the house and headed outside to the farm animals scampering around with each of our children working hard, as usual, to keep up the farm each having their chores to do, all the pigs scampering across the farm with otto leading them across to there pens

"Hi mummy"

"Hello Otto Dear, Where's your father?"

"No idea, sorry," he says

"Alright," I laughed continuing on through the farm to the hen house where I saw the girls, Lucie, Alice and jane all in their little dresses working hard to gather the eggs and care for the chickens. "Hello girls"

"Hello mummy" they each smiled

"You girls working hard?"

"Always" Jane smiled

"You lovely ladies seen your roughing of a father?"

"Not since breakfast" Alice smiled fixing her pigtails

"Alright, continue ladies" I smiled heading out of the Henhouse

I smiled and headed back out, and over to the shed where many of the cows were sitting being milked by Pip supervised by David

"Hello boys"

"Hi Mother" David smiled

"Hi mama" Pip waved

"I don't mean to disturb you boys, but have you seen your father?"

"No, sorry mother" David answered

"Alright," I smiled giving them each a kiss "You boys be good"

"We will" Pip smiled

So I headed off searching the whole property, and I saw a good sight so I grabbed his ear before he could scamper off elsewhere "Victor"

"Yes mother"

"where's you're father?"

"Ohhhh well I uhhhh"

"Victor. Where is your father?"

"In his shed."

"Perfect, thank you very much" I smiled and let him go "Ohh and victor?"

"Yes, mother?"

"Tell your siblings, they're sweethearts for protecting their father" I smiled "however. you don't protect your father from me."

"Yes Mother" He nods before scampering off

so I went over to the shed seeing its little blue paint scraping off and the sweet stained glass windows and small twinkly things hung from strings the little wooden rocking chair sat outside, the sounds of the typewriter clacking away inside, so I pulled open the little door seeing him sat at his desk deep in his clicks, paperwork around him, his small library of books across the back wall, his small log burner and teapot in the corner. his boots laced tight, trousers well pressed, blue suspenders over his shoulders often rubbing against his white button-down shirt that had been rolled to his elbows

"Simon?" I smiled

"Hello my love" He cooed sitting up and hearing his back crack as he did

"How's the writing Mr brown?"

He chuckled "Just swell, Mrs Brown. something you wanted?"

"well I have been up and down this farm all morning looking for my husband"

"Have you now?" he smirked offering his hand so I happily took it wrapping my arms around his neck and shoulders "well now you found me"

"I did" I smiled giving him a gentle kiss which he happily kissed back

"come on, lets go sort the kids out and go have a nice cup of tea" he smiled tugging my hand with him.

#tbs #tbs smut #tbs smutty #tbs sex #TBS Imagine #tbs imagines #thomas #thomas sangster #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster #thomassangster #thomas brodie sangster i #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomasbrodiesangster #thomas sangster smut #thomas sangster x reader #thomas sangser imagine #Thomas Imagine #thomas imagines #nanny mcphee #simon #Simon Brown #simonbrown

[choco-cherry-chunk]

Love the idea of the two being in villain-mode and having a kid because 1) evil!Otto is hot (I mean so is good!Otto but in more of a cuddly teddy bear way) and 2) I love villains who just honestly adore their loved ones, just "Yes I'm going to hurl cars at Spider-Man and blow up his aunt's house, but I love my little family so much." *evil heart eyes* Even cuter when Rosie gets older and tries to get them to be less evil ("Daddy, no throw pum'kins at da police, is mean.").

Ha ha, I totally feel you about the hotness that is evil!Otto. He incites significant *twirls hair* vibes, lol. But I agree. The image of them being evil but protective and affectionate with their family are so perfect. And I am cackling at the idea of either of them attempting to teach Rosie concepts of right and wrong, as inevitably they contradict their statements through their actions and risk either encouraging bad behavior or functioning under “do as I say, not as I do” rules.’

#spider-man #spiderman #octogoblin #octoblin #asks #karlimeaghan

[eykismyfav]

AU where all the NWH villains share an apartment and reader falls in love with Otto.

Requested: Yes! Anon.

Genre: Fluff, Minor Hurt//Comfort 

Warnings: Swearing, Minor injuries

Pairing: NWH Villains x Reader (Platonic) Otto Octavius x Reader (Romantic)

Characters: Otto Octavius, Norman Osborn, Max Dillon (Mentioned in Passing), Flint Marko (Mentioned in Passing), Curtis Connors (Mentioned in Passing) 

Authors note: The Gif is really fucking cute also I love Otto so this was a lot of fun. This takes place during This Preferences time frame.  My requests are open so don’t hesitate to make requests.

Major No Way Home Spoilers Below Keep Reading

Marvel Preference Masterlist

You were falling and you were falling hard for an ex- villain.

But what can you say you were a softy for older guys.

Otto was also like a living breathing teddy bear.

Taking care of 5 grown men was a lot for you financially and emotionally and Otto seemed to sense that. 

Otto helped out around the house his extra limbs helped a lot with putting away groceries and breaking up fights between the other villains. 

“Need some help with that Y/N?” His voice is soft and calm as he enters the kitchen.

The other 4 men were outside most likely drinking and telling stories leaving you and Otto as the only two inside.

“Actually yeah I’m trying a new recipe and I could use an extra set of hands if you don’t mind?” You respond not looking up from cutting the vegetable in front of you.

“Okay so what are you making?” He ask walking over to the computer next to you with the recipe. 

“Umm...I am attempting to make a chicken and lentil soup.” You look over at the computer to see the next step but moving your focus from the knife ended up being a mistake as the knife cut into your hand. “Shit!” blood leaks from the new wound.

Otto grabs a clean dish towel before his large hands engulfs yours applying pressure and the towel to the injury.

“My Dear let’s get this cleaned up.”  Otto says softly.

You whimper at the pressure being applied looking up at Otto with tears in your eyes.

“Oh no need for that...it will be okay I promise.” He whispers using his free hand to wipe away tears that begin to fall.

He pulls away and leads you to the bathroom and one of his tentacles wrap around your waist before placing you on the counter next to the sink.

One of his other tentacles grabbed the first aid kit from the pantry behind you. 

Otto moved and stands between your legs and began to clean the wound.

You hiss as he cleans it he coos soft as to comfort you.

“You may need stitches my Dear.” He whispers quietly. 

You groan softly your head falls forward landing on his shoulder softly you did not want to go to the hospital.

“I can give you stitches here don’t worry.” He whispers in your ear as if reading your mind.

“Okay.” You mumble into his shoulder.

His tentacles stitch your hand quickly while Otto comforts you whispering reasurances in your ear.

The wound wasn’t the worst you had ever had but it still hurt like a bitch at the moment.

Otto uses his real arm to wrap your hand with gauze. 

He brings your freshly wrapped hand up to his lips pressing a light kiss causing a light giggle to pass through your lips

“There all better.” He grins.

You nuzzle your face into his neck wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Thank you...” You mumble pulling back slightly to look at his face. “Really I do appreciate it Otto.”

“Anytime.” Otto says as he gently moves some loose strands of hair behind your ear.

His hand ends up cupping your cheek softly leaning in slightly. 

You lean in slightly as well until your lips meet softly.

“Hello, advice for next time, close the door before you make out.” Norman calls from the doorway to the bathroom causing you to jump away from Otto.

“Oh fuck off Norman!” You shout picking up a toothbrush throwing it at him.

Norman dodges laughing as he closes the door to the bathroom.

Otto chuckles lightly.

“Did you just throw a toothbrush at Osborn.” He asks quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Shut up and kiss me you idiot.”

Tags: @simsiddy @happypixy380 

#otto octavius x reader #doc ock x reader #marvel preferences

[sxrrandomfanfics]

Headcanons that I Personally Don't Have, But Want to Read About

Truman Zanotto hired Loboto to steal Razputin's Brain. Imagine that after Razputin got into Truman's head and was on his way to the Rhombus with Truman's daughter, Truman tried to replace the idea of Loboto stealing Truman's brain for taking Razputin's. Wanting his and his daughter's safety while also offering money and another brain that this Deluginist could use. It didn't work, but now Loboto (after getting his kid back from Camp) comes back to fulfil the deal. Even if that means stealing his first mate's brain.

Evil!Otto Mentallis. Make Otto go full evil. Teddy Bear with no moral compass and only wanting to progress. (Thank you, Strawberry, for making my associate "Biggering" with Otto and Lili, very cool.)

Psychic!Dion I personally like to think that Psychic abilities skipped 'Tala and Dion and they resent it. But when PN2 first came out there was a PLETHORA of Psychic!Dion stuff that seemed to fizzle out.

Truman has a wife that has not left him, but she just travels because she is also an agent of the Psychonauts. I think most people (myself included with Tansy Martindale) like to give Lili a non-nuclear family because of her attitude. But imagine Lili just trying to rebel from people and her family being in full support of her. Fantastic idea.

#psychonauts 2 spoilers #psychonauts ror

[heartofhubris]

Arms Tonite

[AO3] Rating: Teen WC: 487 Tags: Valentines Day, romance, flowers, fluff Fandom: Spider-Man (Movies - Raimi) Ship: Otto Octavius/Reader Series: 3 Men walk into a bar... Disc:Valentine's day fluff exchange with @unprofessionalclownartist (Theirs is here; show him some love!)

Roses, chocolates, a teddy bear- everything was presented to you with a slight blush. The actuators formed nearly a frame, and centered in it was Otto, lip curved up just slightly on one side.

“I know that you didn’t have plans today.” Apparently he did listen to you. “What’s the point of both of us being alone?” You took the flowers first, schock still running through your veins.

“Thank you, Otto. Um, come in.” You moved to the side, offering him enough space to step into your apartment.

You really had been planning on not doing anything; already in clothes unacceptable to go out in public.

“Please tell me you have plans for what we’re going to do, at least. I need to get dressed.” A glance at your clock told you it already hit six. You knew you wouldn’t have the brain power to figure out somewhere that was cheap, not busy, and something you’d both like. That was when you noticed another arm, holding some groceries. "We staying in?"" You locked the door behind him. Not that it would deter many people wanting to get into your apartment, with how broken the lock was.

"I have a feeling that people will have some objections if I go out to a restaurant." One if the actuators gently snapped in your face, forcing you to smile at how eager it was.

"Noted. My kitchen isn't super big but there should be enough room." You left him to it, before going to your room. Your choices were very careful, an outfit that was nice but didn't add to your curves. You didn't need that question popping up tonight.

A brush through your hair and you walked back out. The kitchen already was starting to smell good, and you sat at one of the bar stools around the area.

Your conversation soon fell into a comfortable cadence, laughter finally falling between you both. His laugh was nice, a balm after the strain of a day you'd had.

You weren't surprised when you tried his dish, finding it delicious.

When your night transitioned to the living room, after you both cleaned up the dishes, you found yourself leaning into the conversation you two were having, laughter way between you two. Even the lulls in the conversation were comfortable, music softly playing from your bedroom.

"Thank you for coming over, Otto," you finally said, hand moving to his forearm. "I wasn't expecting anyone to show up tonight." His arm shifted under your hand, smoothly lacing them together.

"Start expecting company more often."

"I can do that." Your eyes met his, his blush faint in the low lights. Every part of him was highlighted in a different way, shadows flickering just slightly on his skin. Made daring by the night, you leant forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, hand cupping the far one.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Otto."

"Happy Valentine's Day."

#doc ock #otto octavius/reader #doc ock /reader #reader insert #my writing #my fanfiction #doc ock/reader

[bakibakini]

✦ first kisses with the swedes ( tua ) ✦ headcanons

pairings : axel x reader ; otto x reader ; oscar x reader

genre : fluff 

notes : yea ik my life is going downhill ... ik ik .... but i love them so much im lich rally making commission ocs to ship w them N  E ways , no one asked for this except for my heart,,,, the swedes live rent free in my mind so pls send req 4 them

✧˖*°࿐

axel : 

it’s true that axel is a very tactical , put - together man , and upon first glance one might even say that he’s scared of nothing , he can do everything . including knowing the ins and outs of physical affection .

unfortunately ... that’s wrong . he may not show it , but he’s quite awkward when it comes to physical affection . not shy or anything , he’s just ... clueless . 

in all his life , especially after joining the commission , he didn’t really think he’d need to be physically affectionate with anyone , but then you came along and he’s honestly like ??? 

he relies on you to show him the ropes ! ( if anyone asks i may or may not write some stuff up abt how he shows his love in other ways but u have to ask 🤭🤭 ) 

he gets the hang of hugs , and cuddles , and other forms of affectionate touches pretty quickly , and because he’s so observant , he can usually tell just from the way you glance at him when you want him to hold you ( granted it’s not in public , he’s not a big fan of pda ) . 

kissing is another story though - you’re like super 🥺👉👈 when it comes to axel , so you’re a bit too shy to kiss him , whereas he honestly doesn’t know when to do it ??? he’s seen a few silly romance movies where people kiss in really romantic settings , but he can’t really do that ( at least not now ; because of work ) , so he doesn’t do anything , thinking the time and place has to be very specific .

that is until ... one particular time - 

whether you’re in the commission or not , because you’re close to axel , you’re bound to get mixed up to some extent , and one day you get too mixed up for his liking . 

you get injured , not badly ( because if you were badly injured , axel would not waste a second trying to get you help ) , but enough to get axel riled up . after he’s taken care of the threat , you try to reassure him that you’re fine , but your voice quickly gets lost in your throat , as axel discards his weapons and runs up to hold you , pressing his lips against yours right after . 

it happens so quickly ; you’re honestly more shaken up by the kiss than the fact that you were just attacked . it’s so passionate , and desperate , his arms wrapped around you tightly making it even more deep .

not gonna lie , your knees go a little weak - 

once he pulls away he practically shoves your face to his chest , then kisses the top of your head , and you’re all like : 0000

he doesn’t need to speak for you to know he was scared ( you may have been grateful for that though , the kiss was nice !! )

you make a mental note of asking for more kisses later and after that spur of the moment need to have you so close to him , he's 100% sure he can kiss you any time you're alone .

✧˖*°࿐

otto : 

he’s just a huge teddy bear idk what you’re talking about -

otto is so whipped for you , the second you’d get into a relationship is the second he’s all over you ! 

you don’t even need to say anything , he can engage physical affection by himself , cuz he just loves you a lot !!! omg !!! you’re his favorite person !! you bet he’s going to squeeze the soul out of you !!! 

but then comes the time to kiss you and he’s instantly like “ 😶 wait is this real rn ”

he feels like kissing you , really , but suddenly his hands clamp up , his heart starts racing and he can’t move . honestly you can feel him tense up , but you think it’s cute that he gets nervous around you , so you don’t say anything . 

every time he loses his chance to kiss you , he screams internally . you could kiss him , but honestly , you sense his inner distress of not being able to do it by himself , and you kinda wanna see him do it !! mayhaps it’s sadistic of you , but you’re just waiting for him to gather the courage !!! you’re sure he can do it eventually !!! 

it happens when you’re watching a movie , a shitty rom - com to be precise . it was your idea , your little way of teasing him . once the first kiss scene came on , you made sure to sigh wistfully , making a comment about how sweet it was . 

you hadn’t expected him to do anything , for some reason , but next thing you know , he’s leaning over , and kissing you , and you’re absolutely gone . you’re so surprised , you can’t even hold in a muffled yelp of surprise . it prompts him to place his hand on your shoulder ( he doesn’t want you to run away , but him squeezing your shoulder probably doesn’t help !! )

after he pulls away , you’re just staring at each other , both dumbfounded .

“ o - otto !! y - you - ” you whine , and groand , and plop your head against his chest to obscure your blushing face . the sight of you being all cute makes him calm down , and pull you closer . 

in conclusion , he’s more babie than he looks . 

✧˖*°࿐

oscar : 

he’s not initiating it , he’s way too baby . he’s so !!! baby !!!!!!! he’s horrified !!!!!!!! ( not of you obviously , but of showing affection first ) 

take him by the hand , hug him , pull him into your chest for a change ; anything to ease him into your relationship . granted you’re not just as shy , you find it endearing . he’s just so 🥺🥺🥺 and you’re so happy to be with him ( even if it frustrates you that he’s still to shy to just take your damn hand !! ) 

he asks his brothers for advice and they just make fun of him , let’s be real . it’s only because they’re both disasters , too .

you love him so so much , but you're fed up , so it's time to take matters into your own hands , sweetie !

you decide it's going to be quick , right before he and his brothers leave for another assignment so he wouldn't have the time to dwell on it .

they're all getting ready as you tip-toe your way closer to oscar , offering him a wide smile , eyebrows scrunched in inevitable worry for his safety , even though you know he can very well take care of himself .

" hey , oscar , " you start , successfully getting his attention . the moment he turns to you , you're quick to give him a short kiss on the lips . " take care ! "

oscar.exe stopped working

it takes him a minute to realize what just happened , but once he does , he nods frantically .

on the way to their assignment , oscar can't stop thinking about that little kiss and promises himself to try and ask you for another one . after officially seeing the magic , this mans wants more , even if he's still a little shy about it --

#the umbrella academy x reader #tua x reader #the swedes x reader #the umbrella academy imagines #tua imagines #tua headcanons #the umbrella academy headcanons #axel x reader #otto x reader #oscar x reader

[achliegh]

Could we see O and O's first big fight

LET’S GET READY TO RUMBLE THE TWINS ARE GONNA FIGHT!!!!

Lol but yes 10. Olive and Otto’s first big fight has been requested and I am here to deliver!

TW/CW: Arguing, drama, feeling left out and unloved, feelings of favoritism, crying, tattooing.

Some Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Thanks to my clone @clearsuitcasecookienerd for listening to me try to figure this out

Let’s read!

Otto later on in life would say that this fight actually did mean a lot when he looks back on it. It was the start of him telling people how he feels instead of sticking to himself like he always did. It was an important fight and it was something that seven year old's fight about. Favoritism. Who favors which child more, it is very common with twins at this age unless they are angels, it definitely took the parents by surprise.

Winter 2023

Leo was watching Olive skate around the rink after her practice ended, she always needed to cool down afterwards, he taught her well. The schedule worked out so that Leo would pick up Olive and discuss hockey with her on the way back to her mothers house. Ink doesn’t understand hockey at all so it lets Olive talk about her hobby without trying to explain everything at the same time.

Ink having been a performer though loved talking to Otto about figure skating because her and Leo were cheerleaders. They understood the importance of loving what you do to be able to pull off a great performance. Somedays Ink would run late from tattooing to pick Otto up and he would be the last one at the rink with the coach. 

Leo was never late to pick up Olive though, for some reason that really stuck in Otto’s little brain.

Leo would talk to Otto about figure skating but Olive would always but in to talk about her hobby and little Otto wouldn’t say anything, he would just sink into the background and let her talk. It hurt even if he wasn’t emotionally mature. Even if he was still a little kid he saw how everyone adored his sister, the Lions would actually start conversations with her instead of waiting for her to talk first.

“Olive how is practice going”

“Olive did you decide on what position to play.”

“Olive if you need any advice on how to skate fast just ask.”

“Olive, you’re gonna be the greatest player one day.”

“Olive”

“Olive”

“OLIVE!”

It started to irritate Otto going to family dinners after traveling Lions games, so he started to stay home with June. She was quiet and knew how to talk to Otto like he wasn’t inferior to his sister. Like he was… an only child. He loved his parents but sometimes they are dumb.

It all came to a halt one day when a Sunday dinner turned into a full on fight. Sundays were when Leo would come over to Ink’s house and eat dinner as a family. June would go over to the apartment with Finn and Logan and do whatever they wanted. But Sundays were family days. 

“Daddy, I have decided to play defenseman!” Olive smiles at him brightly, proud of herself. She had some BBQ sauce in the corner of her mouth and her hair was falling into her plate. Otto rolled his eyes and rested his cheek on his fist, elbow on the table just punching his food around.

“Put your hair up Olive, it's getting in your food. That's great honey I’m proud of you.” Leo smiles at her, the same spot on his face also has BBQ sauce. “Otto, elbow off the table Bud.”

A sigh comes from Otto and he slams his fork down sassily removing his elbow from the table. Crossing his arms and glaring down at his plate. Ink and Leo share a look of confusion, then, look back at Otto. Ink sets her fork down gently.

“You alright there Bud?” She looks at him a little worried and it makes him even angrier.

“What do you care?” Ink is taken aback by this, normally Otto is the sweetest child you have ever met. This attitude is new. “It’s not like I’m the star player of a stupid game.”

“What are you talking about?” Leo furrows his brow trying to figure out what's going on, as any parent would say. He doesn't have a favorite kid just like he doesn’t have a favorite boyfriend. Olive just talks a lot more than Otto, did he miss something.

Otto scoffs and looks Leo in the eye. “I know you like Olive more than me… Everyone does.” He looks back at his food as tears form in his eyes but he doesn’t want to show them that it hurts. “It’s always ‘Olive this’ and Olive that’! She-she talks over me and no one ever talks about figure skating with me except for mom and she doesn’t even understand it! She compare it to cheerleading when it really is the only way I can talk without talking! Olive is a good hockey player like dad so everyone talks to her like she is the most amazing person to ever exist and they all forget about me! The team, my friends, the school… My own parents!” Tears are now streaming down his face and he angrily wipes them away.

“You make everything sound so bad! When you were sick and got everyone attention I didn’t care!” Olive snaps at him and glares at him with the Icey stare she is known for. Everyone always says her eyes are scary while Otto's are sweet. Yet still more people talk to Olive.

“I hate you!”

“I hate you more!”

“Hey! Hey!” Leo watches as Otto shoves his plate away and storms off to the room he stares with his sister and slams the door. Ink has her head in her hands massaging her temples. “I’ll go talk to him after he cools down, but you” He turns to Olive “That was uncalled for, Otto getting sick was not us giving him more attention because we ‘loved him more’ or whatever is in your head. He got more attention because we didn’t know if he was going to live.” 

Olive is looking down at her plate and looks up at her parents with the biggest, saddest eyes they had seen in a while.

“I didn’t mean to say that- I don’t know why I did.” She sniffles and wipes her nose on her sleeve.

“I know honey, but you will have to apologize to your brother. This is something that makes him feel really bad. What we should do, instead of hurting someone because they said something out of anger, is let them get all the emotion out until they are ready to talk. Okay?” Ink wasn’t sure how she should explain the way she handled people to a seven year old but this was all she could think of. Olive nods, wiping her eyes and then putting her hands in her lap just looking at them sadly as the words she said keep flowing through her head. “It’s okay to feel bad about things we saw, but we do need to do the proper actions after to clear our heads, and this time it would be to apologize.” Olive nods again.

“I’m going to see if Otto has calmed down at all.” Leo stands, walking to the door that was just slammed. He knocks twice and hears hard crying behind the door, his heart hurts as he listens to his child gasp and sob into a pillow or his teddy bear. He can hear the soft mumbling of the team and knows Otto is listening to the build a bear from his fourth birthday. Leo hadn’t seen the bear in a while. “Otto, can I come in?”

“Y-yeah” Otto hiccups, he is sitting on his bed under the covers with his back against the wall, his Lion being held tightly to his chest. Pressing the paw every once in a while because he misses the team like this. He feels Leo sit next to him but doesn't get under the covers with him.

“Want to talk about it?”

“I just feel really lonely” Leo sighs silently and rests his head on the top of Ott’s. The cover being a barrier between them. “I just want people to talk to me like they do Olive, no one hesitates to talk to her, or tell her how good she is. You and mama never tell her to not talk over me. I feel like I’m not here sometimes.” Otto began to cry again leaning into Leo’s side.

“I didn’t know we were doing that, I’m sorry.” Leo wraps his arms around the figure leaning into him and kisses the top of his head. “How come you didn’t say anything.” Leo should have noticed this going on, now that he thinks about it, Olive really does take up most of his time. He feels horrible for not noticing. Maybe he would talk to Dumo about this.

“I didn’t want to be annoying.” Leo hums', he knows that feeling. They sit there for about twenty minutes, until Otto uncovers himself and hugs Leo fully. “I gotta say sorry to Olive, I feel really bad.” Leo nods and gives Otto a squeeze before they get up and walk towards the door.

From that day on Otto let people know what he was feeling.

#leo knut #o’knutzy #remus lupin #sweater weather #wolfstar au #o'knutzy #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #sirius black #coops

[britishsass]

Vague ideas for Psychoshift au

So, just gonna say in advance, I’m still working out a LOT of the “who’s who” in this au, so anyone in the ask box has full rights to suggest changing around a lot of it. (Other than the Psy7, I know what I’m doing there)

The order of this will be ROLE - Character - description. Let’s do this. It’s gonna be massively rant-ish, and I will be spoiling Psychonauts 2.

RAZ - Dogen Boole

Dogen is the protagonist. He’s trying to figure out what happened to his grandfather that made his family so afraid of psychics, since Grandpa was lost in a battle 20 years ago. He’s not an acrobat, but he relies on animals for their help, and has a unique bond with them. However, he tends to stumble into situations before he’s really “ready” for it.

LILI - Razputin Aquato

Raz is the middle son of the leader of the Psychonauts, Augustus Aquato. He’s a bit of a rebel, but he enjoys his acrobatics just as much as his skills with water, and uses both to pull pranks on people he doesn’t like. He still kind of idolizes the other agents, but it falls apart a lot whenever he puts it up to scruteny. He’s got a bad habit of getting in trouble, even if he doesn’t mean to, and he’s been stuck going to Whispering Rock for years. Not that he minds-- He loves getting to be around his great-aunt Lucy and his sorta-maybe-kinda girlfriend, Lili.

DOGEN - Lili Zanotto

Lili is just vibing and having a good time. She’s mostly seen around her boyfriend and her friends, but she’s still working on learning stuff other than. Y’know. How to talk to plants and burn stuff. She still sticks around the others, and gets her brain stolen. She does return in PN2, though-- She’s not an intern, but she’s allowed to vibe nearby because her dad and grandpa are in the Psychonauts.

SASHA - ??

MILLA - ??

MORCEAU - ??

CALIGOSTO - ??

FRED - ??

GLORIA - ??

BOYD - ??

EDGAR - ??

CRISPIN - Gristol Malik

Gristol still believes he’s in charge, even though he isn’t, and he’s an absolute prick to the others at the asylum. Just because he can be. He calls himself the king of the asylum, though he does defer to the doctor... usually. If you get him what he wants (A cape, a crown, and a tin of fish) he’ll let you pass.

SHEEGOR - ??

NONA AQUATO /LUCRECIA MUX / MALIGULA - “Mama” Charlotte Wilber / Cassie O’Pia / Caimifeng

[This part is currently being revamped as I do my best to edit and make it much better :) Please be patient!]

FORD CRULLER - Lucrecia Mux

Lucy is known by almost everyone as “Nona”, especially with how she acts at Whispering Rock. Though she takes on many roles, she’s still happy to prank anyone who comes her way, and she loves the children in this place. They all eventually call her Nona, especially Raz. She’s known for defeating Caimifeng, but the truth is that she just erased Cassie’s memories of psychics in the hopes to save her. She was dating Cassie and Ford, and now she’s dating neither, though both relationships are rekindled later on. She’s doing her best to help everyone.

OTTO MENTALLIS - Helmut Fullbear

Helmut is everyone’s favorite member of the Psychic Six. He’s almost always talking to people, and he does his best to keep morale up throughout. He’s a big goofball, and is supposed to keep track of the supplies, but he really doesn’t mind if folks borrow some of the stuff he’s keeping track of. He’s also a big teddy bear, and hugs almost everyone who accepts hugs.

BOB ZANOTTO - Otto Mentallis

Otto, on the other hand, avoids almost everyone. He blames himself for the loss in the Battle of Hangzhou, and he keeps trying to make a device to find a way to find Compton trapped in the oil-like honey. He’s rather frustrated with the failure, though he has invented a few things in the meantime, and he mostly only leaves his laboratory in the gulch to take food for him and Ford to hold out a while longer. 

HELMUT FULLBEAR - Compton Boole

Compton doesn’t remember who he is at the start. He doesn’t remember much at all other than that he wants to go cook and he’s got friends who care about him. He’s a great fellow with a lot of anxiety, and once he remembers who he is, Dogen gets super excited and informs him that he’s his grandson. Which causes another mild panic attack about how much he’s missed. Also, there’s some details on his mind here: ( x )

CASSIE O’PIA - Ford Cruller

Ford, for a change, gets a break from being an important character. This time, he’s just vibing in the gulch, trying to keep everything in order and building up as much as he can. He’s still splitting himself in too many directions, but he’s trying his best. Also, he gets to fully embrace his inner cryptid.

COMPTON BOOLE - Bob Zanotto 

Bob is not having a good day. At all. He’s had to deal with a lot over the last few days (His great-niece had her brain stolen?? And Truman has been doing what now???) so he’s taking a break in the isolation chamber. He sends Dogen on a fools’ errand only to actually get what he asked for, so he tries to leave the isolation chamber-- Only to immediately get overwhelmed by new information and decide he’s not ready yet. There’s some details on his mind here: ( x )

HOLLIS FORSYTHE - ??

TRUMAN ZANOTTO - Augustus Aquato

Augustus is the leader of the psychonauts, and takes it about as seriously as ever. He does acrobatics to relax, saying that it’s a good way to exercise his body and his mind. When he isn’t doing a backflip just for fun, he’s doing his best to keep everything in line and to keep track of his kiddos and wife. He’s having a nice time for a while, until he’s abducted. The one thing that really tips Raz and Dogen off that it isn’t Augustus’s brain in his body is that he complains about something being heavy, even though it’s nothing for him usually.

NORMA NATIVIDAD - ??

LIZZIE NATIVIDAD - ??

ADAM JOSEPH GETTE - ??

SAM BOOLE - ??

GISU NERUMEN - ??

MORRIS MARTINEZ - ??

GRISTOL MALIK - Crispin Whytehead

Screw Crispin. All my homies hate Crispin. /j

[This segment is under editing. Thanks to those who pointed out the issues with the former idea-- I’ll do my best to fix it properly.]

He’s hiding as a “bright and happy” cook in the noodle bowl, though he can be a bit overwhelming, and he wears glasses to help his eyesight.

#psychoshift au #long post #the owl writes #hhhh please suggest the rest? #psychonauts au