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shadowiie · 2 years
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The Hedgehogs - Sonic and Shadow
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yanderegrizzsworld · 11 months
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What about a romantic hc for Shadow with the reader who was Maria’s older sister?? I feel like they’d connect so well 🖤❤️ thankssss
Imagine: Romantic Yandere Shadow the Hedgehog where the reader is Maria's older sibling
TW/CW: Implied violence, stalking, unresolved trauma & mild spoilers for Sonic Heroes
A.N: Turned out much more angsty that I thought (Quite exciting as I've never written a full angsty fic/headcanon before!)
If his protectiveness wasn't high normally, then it undeniably skyrockets here. Losing the most important person in his life crushed any hope of fulfilling their dreams together of living on Earth & while seeing you alive & well regains some of Shadow's lost hope, it'd actuate his need to protect you from harm.
Even when on a personal mission to regain his memories & question whether he's a clone or not, his need to see you face to face & ensure not a single scratch is on you follows him. Where in any other situation this need was for someone else, Shadow would scoff in annoyance & get passive-aggressive with the individual of which he believes is "distracting him from his mission" but with you, it's not annoying, it's not burdensome, he needs to make sure what happened in the Ark with the military doesn't happen to you!
This feeling, this need to be your protector, to be the person you run to whenever you feel your safety is on the line, it practically consumes him, but not in a way where he feels he's suffering because of it, it's more so where he desires to see you smile at, what to everyone else is nothing but part of their mundane life, anything that catches your eye. Even if it feels almost suffocating, he'd much rather suffer through it for you than anyone else, others being unworthy in his eyes.
How could he ever find it burdensome? Find you burdensome? You're all he has left! Yes, it might bring up horrific memories he'd rather massacre to where not even an atom of them exist, but you also remind him of the pleasant times up in the Ark, up with Maria. Times where you three spent hours upon hours talking about everything & nothing at the same time, hours daydreaming about what you'll do if or when you get to Earth, all the sights you'll see & all the people you'll meet. He'd rather lose all his memories again than ever think of you being burdensome.
Shadow is respectful if you wish to walk about alone, yet he can't cease the fear of someone or something stronger than you or him snatching you away & so, he lurks in the shadows. Anything he considers a threat to you provokes memories to sickeningly play in his mind like a horror movie, witnessing Maria dying & screams twirling around him like broken music box, he reacts without a plan or thought.
Dragging the individual in the darkness when you're not looking, The ultimate life form would be more than glad to exhibit why he's humanity's protector, but also it's greatest danger. Usually after events like these, the recollection of the Ark always leads to him finding you, simply for comfort. He's aware, very aware how much of a danger he can & does pose to humanity, that weight & knowledge of knowing never fails to make him like he's been stabbed deeply yet bleeding internally. He wishes for the warmth of your embrace, he needs reassurance that, while aware it really isn't, Maria's demise wasn't his fault. He might've failed to save Maria, but he vows to protect you, even if it kills him as if that'll happen.
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inkonapage · 1 year
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All Wrapped Up (Doctor Octopus/AFAB!Reader) Ch.1
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Something's on Docs mind and his AI indends to correct a user error.
~AFAB!Reader, gender neutral pronouns with female genitalia terms~
Ayo, babies first Doc Ock fanfic but boy do we love that DILF.
I'll be usin' my own headcanons for the AI, please don't come for me. I made them WAY before I knew Alfred names the actuators because a me and a friend needed somethin' to call them for an RP, and it stuck.
Next chapter will contain NSFW content.
Bestie Tag: @kryptidkhan
Somewhere along the way you found yourself being roped into a particular Doctors schemes, life was funny like that. One moment you're minding your own business, the next you're helping a super villain find -and steal- materials from your job for an upgrade needed to the actuators. Somehow now a days, the norm for you would be a metal limb snatching you up out of the blue; be it as a hostage or to help him aquire more parts. Most likely both. He never did just ask, Otto had to be a little drama queen about it and force his hand on the matter or kidnap you entirely! It was startling how use to the man you were becoming, but there was nothing you could do about it. Not even a little. Yet, you were finding it harder and harder to complain about the encounters you both shared. Every time you heard the tale tell sounds of a certain someone stalking your way, your heart kicked it into high gear in a different way than it once had.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
Your eyes snapped to the middle space on the far off wall as your ears picked up the sound of those heavy claws making their way along the building. All to suddenly an eery silence filled the void around you before it was replaced by the sound of glass shattering, prying a startled scream passed your lips. Spinning towards the sound of the break in, you were now face to face with the man -and machine- that had just busted into the office. Scrambling away, the back of your thighs bumped into the edge of your bosses desk as the criminal was lowered onto his own two feet and took a few steps forwards. "My, my, aren't we working a little late? Surely you have something better to be doing than loitering around your bosses office after hours~." He was mocking you. Otto stood there mocking you, yet you couldn't bring yourself to be angry. Not when his voice sounded like that. A low rumbling hum that vibrated through your chest and sank straight down to the pit of your stomach.
Focus! Now wasn't the time for one of those insane day dreams, this was real life! Real dangerous life that could more than easily rip you apart should it feel like it... "I was just leaving." You manage to state, taking a step to the side as if to prove your words true but didn't get very far. Jolting back as a claw slammed into the ground next to you, the thick metal actuator it was attatched to now blocking your escape route, the damn thing chittered as if it found you amusing. Shit. Well, so much for that plan.
"Oh, I'm sure you were. However, we need you for our own little 'overtime' of our own before you vanish off into the night." The large man hummed, "You're going to get us into that lab, there's a few schematics I need to look at. I'm sure you already know which, you've got a good head on your shoulders." It was an odd sort of compliment coming from a man like Doctor Octopus, but it wasn't one you were about to question. The clinking and shifting of metal pulled your attention back to the actuator as it pulled itself back up and towards its creator, the claw open wide and swiveling from time to time as it watched you.
Right. Best not make them wait...
Taking the hint to start moving, you turned and began to lead him from your bosses office. Why the criminal hadn't just broken in and snatched them himself, you weren't sure. Doc Ock was more than capable of doing this himself, you knew that much for a fact! All of the stories and videos of the man ripping cars apart as if they were nothing more than Legos, told you he would have no issue at all getting passed the security with brute force alone. If he didn't wish to do so, that AI of his could easily hack its way into the security and have everything open and ready for the taking in no time, so why? Why did he continuously seek you out and force you to aid him? Was it for some sort of sick amusement? Was he bored? Maybe the man just liked stoking his own ego, some sort of weird control thing?
That AI seemed to be getting a kick out of it at the very least, that was for sure. After the third encounter with the mad scientist, you found yourself being hauled back to his hideout as 'insurance'. The question just slipped out without you meaning it too after the second hour of silence aside from his quiet muttering, the question of if that thing had a name. It was sentient, you and the rest of the world knew that much, so Otto had to call it something didn't he? Apparently, it named itself. Or rather, she named herself. Sentient Attack Mechanism, or S.A.M. for short. You were almost impressed, and might've been if it hadn't been for the fact that S.A.M. had been coiled around you in a death grip that left bruises along your body for a month.
Being pulled from your thoughts as a claw was placed on your far shoulder, almost like a hand that lead you down the winding hallways towards the correct door, you were once again reminded just how much smaller you were. It was also probably done to insure you didn't try running again, you had found out the hard way that wouldn't work. Your jaw still ached at the memory of your legs being swept out from under you as a claw grabbed onto your ankle, dragging you back towards the looming figure it was attached too. Using your keycard, the large sliding door opened in an enviting manner before you were shoved inside. Managing to catch yourself with only a minor stumble, you shot the claw a look before closing the distance between you and the main computer in that particular lab. "Seems someone's in a mood today, isn't she?"
"This was entirely her idea, S.A.M. insisted on doing it tonight." Why, the doctor wasn't sure but he chose not to question her. The sooner they got things done, the better.
Because this is the easiest path to our goal. Besides, don't act as if you aren't excited to see our little pet. I know you better than that, Octavios~.
"Of course it was." You muttered with a slight shake of your head, already booting up the server and logging on. This would all be over soon, you just needed to keep telling yourself that. Just get him what the man wanted, and you'd be free to go home. Hopefully... Ignoring the heated feeling of his eyes as Otto towered behind you, your fingers floated along the keys as you tried to ignore the sound of your own pulse in your ears. Had it always been so hot in that lab? The A.C. worked just fine, in fact the room was rather chilly at the current moment, yet you felt as if the heat had been turned up drastically.
"Stop." The word was said suddenly, causing you to freeze in your place as your eyes widened a bit. Looking at the screen, it seemed to be some sort of blueprints for add ons. Otto probably wanted them as a base for whatever he was trying to add to S.A.M. but you weren't about to start asking questions.
Such an obedient little thing, aren't they? So good at taking orders.
That got a pause from the man. Dark eyes turning from the glowing screen down to you, slowly traveling along your body from under his sunglasses. He would be lying if the man said it didn't do something to him whenever you complied, but Otto wasn't foolish enough to believe that you were doing it because you wanted too. Because you felt like it. No, you were only doing as you were told so you'd survive. His mind began to wander with a little prodding from his AI, drifting onto the order topics you would be good at taking orders in. How easily would you listen to him if your life weren't on the line? Would you still be quick to please, or would you grow stubborn? Oh, Otto had no qualms handling brats-
Growling a bit, the rumbling sound coming from deep within his chest, the man gave you a little shove and soon stood where you once had been. Moving over the keys with purpose, a few claws turned to face you. Clicking emitted from the actuators as they slowly hovered towards you, pausing just a foot away from your face once you were stuck between them and the lab table. Claws rotating as glowing red lights took in your on edge expression, the camera feed was directed into the Doctors minds eye causing him to pause.
Head tilting as the man saw through his creation, the man took in your fearful expression. Why did he like it? Seeing you so weak against him? Watching you cower before him as if he were an angry God. Oh, he liked that. Being treated the way he deserved. Being feared and respected. Otto would love nothing more than to see you down on your knees at his feet-
"Just what do you think you're doing, S.A.M.?" The man hissed through his teeth, the remaining two claws coming to hover near either side of his head. Tilting his head a this way and that, the man listened to his machine speak to him from the back of his mind.
Oh, come now, we both know you've been thinking of them. It's becoming a problem, Otto. You've been dreaming of having them all to yourself, of keeping them.
"I have not!" He snapped, "You're talking nonsense, S.A.M., that isn't-"
Oh, no? So you haven't lost sleep over them? You haven't dreamed of them? You haven't touched yourself to the thought of them? How many times have you made yourself cum thinking about what it would feel like to fill them, Octavius?
The Doctor choked a bit, a blush spreading across his cheeks at the memories of his actions. "Just what are you getting at? Out with it!" He snapped, turning to glare daggers at a claw with his teeth bared in a snarl.
Make them yours, Otto. They want you too, can't you see it? Haven't you noticed? Come now, think about it~.
Well, if he really did think back on it there were signs... The way your cheeks would always turn a lovely shade of red if he got to close or touched your face. The way you seemed to grow weak in the knees if he crowded into your space. How many times had Otto felt your racing pulse under his fingers? How often had the man watched you gaze at him, completely unaware that Otto had caught you red handed?
Giving a nod to himself, the man pushed back from the computer and was suddenly before you. Your gazes locked as you leaned back a bit more, the heat radiating off of the man making you uncomfortable in your own clothing. "Wa-Was that not what you needed?" Your voice was soft, a bit of a waver to it as you began to fear he was upset.
The man didn't speak as he towered over you, a gloved hand coming up to remove his sunglasses and handed them over to a claw. Watching as the dangerous metal delicately folded the glasses and tucked them away, your head was tilted up by thick leather as Otto gripped your jaw. What was happening? What was he doing? He'd never been this close for this long before, unless it was to threaten you of course. Heart thudding a mile a minute beneath your ribs, you couldn't help but wonder what was going on behind those dark brown eyes.
"You've been such a good little pet." He murmured, voice low and thoughtful as his thumb brushed along your bottom lip, "I can't help but wonder how good you can continue to be for me. Shall we find out?" Ottos voice was almost a purr as he spoke to you, smirking as he watched your cheeks turn that lovely shade of red.
"Wh-What?" You couldn't believe what he was saying, or what you assumed he was saying.
Taking a few steps back, the man didn't give you much time to question him further. "Get on your knees." The statement caught you off guard, making you swallow hard as your eyes scanned him for any sort of tell. Any sort of trick. However, the heat behind those dark eyes was quick to smother any questions you might have. Oh no, he was serious. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you found yourself unable to deny the man. How strange, anyone else would be terrified out of their mind and begging to be left alone but you? You found yourself right where Otto wanted you.
On your knees, at his feet.
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Many roboticists dream of building robots that are not just a combination of metal or other hard materials and motors but also softer and more adaptable. Soft robots could interact with their environment in a completely different way; for example, they could cushion impacts the way human limbs do, or grasp an object delicately. This would also offer benefits regarding energy consumption: robot motion today usually requires a lot of energy to maintain a position, whereas soft systems could store energy well, too. So, what could be more obvious than to take the human muscle as a model and attempt to recreate it? The functioning of artificial muscles is thus based on biology. Like their natural counterparts, artificial muscles contract in response to an electrical impulse. However, the artificial muscles consist not of cells and fibres but of a pouch filled with a liquid (usually oil), the shell of which is partially covered in electrodes. When these electrodes receive an electrical voltage, they draw together and push the liquid into the rest of the pouch, which flexes and is thus capable of lifting a weight. A single pouch is analogous to a short bundle of muscle fibres; several of these can be connected to form a complete propulsion element, which is also referred to as an actuator or simply as an artificial muscle.
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linadoon-draws · 1 month
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   Before the scientist could say anything, the sensation of something soft and familiar touching his shoulder made him stop. Peter’s lips, pressing lingering kisses against his skin, from one shoulder to the other; even the actuators reacted with him, turning to Peter with interest, but lowering as if relaxed. The scarred skin around the back brace Otto carried with himself all the time was much more sensitive and Peter knew that, but with his lips, the young man wasn’t as careful, allowing Otto to feel all of it.    Otto loved that sensation more than anything in the world.
Sweet Dreams (+18)
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sanguinarysanguinity · 12 hours
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Assuming that you have unlimited money—which can only be used to purchase swords and sidearms and the like—what does your dream armoury look like?
This is a great question, and I've had a great time thinking about it, thank you!
I admit to coveting a Lloyd's Patriotic Fund sword -- they're so pretty, and I'm attached to the history behind them. And of course I'd add an 18th-century basket-hilted Scottish broadsword -- actually, I hear tell there were all sorts of variations of Scottish hilts being set to French blades commissioned by the Jacobite exile community in France, replacing lost, broken, or pawned weapons, and it would be cool to have examples of that.
That said, I have a pronounced preference for weapons I know how to use. A weapon should feel like an extension of your arm, and when it doesn't, it's so sad. I'm currently taking saber/cutlass lessons, so an antique Royal Navy cutlass would be lovely -- along with a decent blunted replica that I could beat up without reserve! (Can some of these funds be diverted into the time for weapons training, so I could properly enjoy these blades? I hope so!)
But my real passion is knives. There are so many cool knife designs from so many cultures! Optimized for so many functions! (Including ceremonial functions!) I of course want all the kinds of knives wielded by my blorbos, plus all the various clever blades I've coveted over the decades. I'm not, however, much into fantasy blades, even though there's a popular market for those -- I vastly prefer knife designs that were actually used by a specific people for a specific purpose.
As far as antiques vs. replicas go, I'm ambivalent. I have complicated feelings about some of the conflicts various historic weapons were used in and the fetishization of artifacts thereof; I also have complicated feelings about who gets to own rare historical artifacts, especially from a people's own cultural history. Accordingly, if I truly did have unlimited funds to spend on this, I would enjoy being able to buy museum-quality pieces that museums are unable to afford, and then put them out on permanent loan to those institutions. (Or, if the terms of my fantasy funds permit it, donating said items to the relevant institutions outright -- whichever makes better sense for the history being available to researchers and the public.) Also, you can't play with antiques like you can with replicas! So likely I'd have a decent mix of both in the collection.
And then, just for kicks, a solar-actuated signal cannon that fires at noon every day. Just because I can. :D
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Storage Upgrades
It's 0430 as you crawl your way out of the bunk. Your back hurts, your head hurts, your legs hurt, and of course, you fall when you try to walk to the bathroom. This has been happening more and more recently.
Everyone around you has the same dazed look. After all, It's hard to get any decent sleep with a neurolink helmet the size of a beach ball scanning your thought patterns. It's best not to focus on that though. You've just put your fifth bead of Toothpaste on the brush and that seems better than the rest of the squad this morning.
Today's class is almost over now. Just last week you remember being bright-eyed and ready for anything, however, it seems the fifteenth "history" lesson on a war your nation totally "won" has taken the wind from your sails. Click. Slide 35. Click. Slide 36. Click…
The sun is setting now. You're walking in formation back to the barracks and between the lack of sleep and the extra 10lbs on your head, it's getting hard to keep in step. The sloppy movements inevitably lead to another session of screaming and physical exertion. Instructors in the Rhodeian Advanced Mechanized Camp don't take kindly to perceived failures. But if that tremor in the ground you felt as you failed your 48th pushup was what you hoped then this will all be worth it.
It's 0435 you earned the extra five minutes of sleep over these past two months. You shuffle across the floor. It's easier than walking. Everyone is so sore that full muscle movements aren't practical anymore. At least this time you only miss your face once with your toothbrush.
The classes have gotten easier. Gone are slides 1 through 92. Maintainance checks and startup procedures are much more engaging. Especially once you're in the simulators. The sore muscles, heavy eyelids, and slow thinking are all gone here. Replaced instead by cable tendons and bulky actuators. The hum of a reactor pulses inside of-is-completes your mind and finally, you feel the payoffs of joining the most experimental program in Rhodeia. A shame they have to limit your exposure time for safety.
You no longer march back to what passes for home these days. The barracks are just too far for your bodies to make it. Especially with the migraines and double vision that your class has been suffering. With a weak class-wide shout of "5th fights first" the bus arrives and drives you back.
The time is 0435 .0004 seconds past your alarm timer. You open your eye and begin climbing out of bed. The fall is much longer this time. You feel the wind rushing by you as you sense the 25-foot drop. Panic-fear-need rushes through your myomer bundles as you catch yourself and freeze. You're not in the barracks. All around your squad-pack-assist units struggle with the same realization. The flip wasn't supposed to happen for months still.
Laeddis-unit 07-0352807 is trying to heave in prep bay six. Which is hard without a stomach. Brenner-Unit 05-0352805 is trying to run his-its hands-autocannon mk3s through its hair, and the ammo feeds are hopelessly caught on its sensor array. Unit 02 has a crowd of men in white coats surrounding it. Sometimes the jump doesn't take. You're recovering quickly. Months ahead of schedule is like Christmas come early for you, who closed door after door in the face of a different life for…. this.
A few shuffling steps leave scrapes four inches deep in the concrete of the hangar floor. Your footsteps shake the ground as a 12-ton chassis takes its first steps in its new-dream-optimal life. You've been doing these simulations for months and the neurohelm mapped your nerves well. Only your left arm… no actuator 3-ball joint b27 responds slowly to command. You never question what happened to your human-HATRED-suboptimal body. The barracks-home is outside mission parameters anyway.
ALTIMETER 10000FT LOCATION -----REDACTED----- TIME 0435Z
The retros flare, metal turning an ugly blue then red, and finally white before shearing off entirely. The fall slows enough for your 12-ton war machine to hit the ground with barely a shudder as a small black high-power antenna extends from the back. A single red blink and suddenly your vision cuts. Your handler, certus, is gone from the eye of your Unit Storage device, and a targeting reticle indicates just enough information for you to finally flex your processor's power. Unit 05 and unit 07 flank you, beaming pirated movies across the secure channel at a speed so fast the Containment censors back at Rhodeian command won't even notice it's happening. You feel the ghostly sensation of a hand on rear plate 2 as Certus reminds you on channel 0352801 about the restrictions in place on pirated material… and that they just so happen to have the extended cut available later tonight if you top the charts today. Handlers never have had much respect for the censors anyway.
You smile-warm-joy and get a hit of neurostimulator that assures you Certus is already looking forward to tonight. Targets do not fail to present themselves, but Unit 05 and Unit 07 are too busy chattering to keep pace. The hand on rear plate 2 never leaves.
TIME 1930EST LOCATION: CONTAINMENT FACILITY 4A
Seated exactly 8.2 centimeters from Certus's left leg is your Unit Storage Device. The bare almost human frame of the UST feels constricting. Only 85% of the processing power, dulled reflexes, and 4 remote kill switches make for an uncomfortable transition. Most Units hate the feeling and you're no different, but it's hard to argue when Certus has a DVD collection that takes up most of their quarters, and 12 tons of explosive reactive armor is hard to fit indoors.
The single red eye that lets you perceive the world around you shows every plot point that Units 05 and 07 are clogging comms traffic arguing about. You let them be for a time. Certus can't respond in under a millisecond but it's nice knowing… you're heating up… no threats secondary scan is clear, tertiary scan is clear, wait what ohgodits broken-FEAR-SUBOP
Booting safe mode….. 45%…. 70%…. Complete…
"Samantha! God Samantha you there? I'm so sorry, we hit THAT scene and flipped the switch as fast as I could. Are you good?"
Your camera registers Certus frantically tapping your casing as your secondary systems come online. You're in the maintenance bay and the techs know well enough to leave the two of you alone by now.
"This unit is fine, Handler. Thank you for your concern."
You replay the previous events and… there. At 47 minutes 23.8 seconds the most controversial scene had come up. The Rhodeian government never did have a good history with those who weren't their definition of normal. It's why this program was such a perfect escape from your old storage device after all.
Certus initiates a coolant flush. You were reaching triple-digit Temps again just thinking about it.
"This unit apologizes for the earlier events, Handler." you project from your frontal speaker.
"Hey, that was a big step we wanted to take. We both knew that would be hard on you. How about we go back and watch something easier tonight?" Their reassuring voice has taken on a unique tone. You've not seen it repeated in any of their 2918 recorded interactions with others.
"That would be nice, Certus."
Certus falls asleep 1.69 hours into your Sci-fi adventure series. Their hand never leaves back plate 2.
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My first writing. Created at 4am like all good things are. Hope you enjoyed.
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writingsofhubris · 5 months
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The Mind Electric
[AO3] Rating: E WC: 1.4K Tags: Post-Prison, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Sex Toys, Objectification Fandom: The Spectacular Spider-Man Ship: Otto Octavius/Reader Disc: Prison break! Prison Break! Otto escapes after getting taken prisoner, and shows up in his partner's bedroom.
Honestly, dating a villain really wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Sure, he was hot when he got angry, but when you were watching the news and saw him with handcuffs around his wrists, you were prepared to be lonely for a few months. Without fail, he’d escape again, and he’d show back up to see you, but it still wouldn’t be for weeks, at the earliest. 
A sigh fell from your lips, and you turned off the television, ignoring the dark screen in favor of picking up your laundry from the dryer, ready to finish the housework for the night.
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By the time midnight rolled around, you’d been sleeping for hours. You’d well worn yourself out with a toy, something you only really brought out when Otto wasn’t free. But a creak, a slide and hiss broke your slumber, waking you up the slightest amount. A dream, you assumed, rolling back to the side. The wind could make those windows shake sometimes, and you were certain you’d locked the windows. You didn’t expect a guest tonight, why would you? 
The theory shattered when you heard the sharp metal - on - metal click of his actuator, a sound you never dreamed. Your eyes flew open, and you quickly rolled over to the side, just to be face to face with your sweet, mad doctor. The smirk on his lips was just as enticing as ever, and Otto slid into bed with you. He’d taken off his shoes and coat already, just his actuators and his jumpsuit still on. Otto’s goggles were off, a treat you only got at night. You never commented on the thin vines of scars that ran through the bags of his eyes, the veins that always remained bloodshot unevenly. The explosion had taken so much that he’d never get back. The least you could do would cherish what it was that remained. 
Your hands moved to his cheeks, pulling Otto closer into your body, kissing each inch of his skin that you could manage. Lips, cheeks, nose, forehead, jaw, seeing him in front of you was surreal. 
“You’re back.” 
“For tonight,” he replied, that sly resonance that had replaced his nervous one so new and so familiar at the same time. Your hand moved to his shoulders, looking over his face for just the moment, looking for cuts. “You won’t be finding anything unexpected.” you couldn’t help the giggles that started to fall, ecstatic to see him home in bed with you. 
“Otto, how long will you…” 
“Just tonight, my dear. I won’t risk you like that.” Knowing it would only be for the night certainly saddened you, but having him in your arms would be worth it. 
“Just for tonight.” An actuator moved to brush against your cheek, a softness from metal that you didn’t always receive. But the smile on your lips must have been infectious, as Otto’s actuator turned ur head to press a kiss to your lips. It was just as unskilled as ever, but it was yours and his to share. Your hands trailed over his body, one ending just at the buttons at his crotch, the other on his side, and you tugged Otto closer. There wasn't much space to lose, but until you were touching every part of him, you weren’t certain he’d stay. 
“But it is for the full night,” Otto then clarified, feeling your desperation. “You’re mine, for the entire night.” Heat bloomed in your face, and you nodded. One of his hands moved to your jaw, short fingers tilting your head up, exposing your neck. “Mine. Am I clear, toy?”
“Perfectly.” Silence and inaction waited for your realization. “Doctor.” 
“That’s a good toy,” Otto half purred, tone slinking back into the oil he’d grown accustomed to. Suddenly, Otto’s actuators took your wrists, pinning them above your head as he rolled himself over you. You were caught with your hands well above your head and your legs naturally wrapped around his hips. The actuators created a pseudo-dome, only you and Otto in these moments. “Even though you did fail me.” Otto’s hands, always busy, moved down to your sleep pants, sliding down everything from your bottom half. 
“What? How?” You squirmed under him, trying to realize just what you had messed up on. 
“Toys don’t use toys.” You saw the dildo from earlier that night, silently taken from its storage. “Was it worth it to not get my permission?” Otto’s lips curved into a smirk, and before you responded, the toy was thrust in you without any preparation. Your shout was loud, and Otto’s hand clasped over your mouth. "No, none of that thinking you want to do. Just accept the pleasure you're being given." You lightly bit his hand, just a small, playful nip. His hand shifted, his thumb moving to rest on your tongue, opening your mouth up. His actuator slowly pulled the toy out, and Otto slicked the dildo up with more lube. The slide in this time was easier, and instead of a shout of pain, you let out a long moan. 
"That's better, isn't it?"
"Please, Otto… I’m sorry, I broke the rules." You felt a claw move to your thigh, pulling your leg to press against your chest, changing the angle of the toy going in you. "Let me make it up."
"What would you do to receive my forgiveness?"
"Anything. Let me be better, tell me how." 
The dildo pulled out of you, and was placed in Otto's hand. You watched as that very actuation returned to your pussy, the sharp claws simply sitting against your entrance. His blood shot eyes slipped from your entrance to your eyes. 
"Anything?" You nodded jerkily.
"Anything." It came out as a squeak, excited and nervous for what he may ask from you. His little laugh fell from his lips at that, and the actuator at your pussy moved to your knees, pulling your legs up and to his shoulders. 
“You’ll earn forgiveness a different way.” Otto’s hand moved to open his jumpsuit, just to pull himself out of his jumpsuit. Your eyes looked down at his thick cock, already excited to have him in you again. 
"Please, Otto…" he guided his dick up and down hour slit, catering wetness; every time that hed reach uour clit would be a reason to grind for just a moment. 
"Patience. I'm making sure this hole is nice and ready." Otto let his dick fall from his hand, just to lightly slap that very spot the wave of pain was almost too much. 
Your thighs tensed, and a arranged. Painful noise fell from your lips. 
"O…tto…." Your high pitched noise made his cock jump against you, and he took the opportunity to push his hips forward, finally sinking into you. You relished the stretch, not knowing when the next time would be. 
His face turned to kiss your calf, and you knew he needed that moment to process how he felt inside you. His face was bare pleasure, sliding into you just as he loved to. 
One of his claws settled against your clit, and what you thought was thrumming of the electronic ramped up to vibrating, sharp pleasure flooding your veins. 
Your head fell back onto the pillow, a throaty moan matching Ottos. His hips started to move, sliding his dick in and out of you. 
It was over too soon, his orgasm chasing yours quickly. His cum deep inside you, his length sliding in and out in final thrusts. 
The actuator slipped from between your legs, finally allowing you a respite from the vibrations. 
Otto settled into the bed next to you, his fleshy hand moving to take yours. 
Your lips pressed against Otto’s shoulder, breathing in the scent of sweat and sex that clung to his jumpsuit. 
“Are you staying the night?” 
“No. Not tonight; it would be too dangerous for you.” He was right, but it was hard to hear that truth from him. You wanted to be held by him, to hold him, wake up and kiss him in the middle of the night. You kissed his shoulder again, the fabric caught against your lips. “If law enforcement shows up, do not tell them I was here.” 
“I never would.” You moved to hover over him, Otto’s hands moving to your waist, rubbing his thumbs over your bare skin. Lips finally pressing together, you lowered yourself down to rest on his chest. Otto looked at you with that fondness you only rarely received now; he would heal in time, but he still was too nervous to show his heart. “Will you stay until I fall asleep?” 
“Yes, my dear.” He kissed your forehead, and shifted you to rest on the bed, the actuators arranging the blankets around you. “Until you’re asleep.”
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The Octopus
Dr. Octopus sona
"Mo" Octavius - The Octopus - Hero - Earth 9639
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In the end I decided to make a Dr Octopus instead of Spider-man and the result turned out to be the winner, she is incredible and at the same time she is very me, she is what I would like to be in a few years, but with superpowers and she is perfect. I even encouraged myself to make a reference to her actuators.
The how I came to try a Doctor Octopus sona is very really long story, so if you want to read it or read some headcanon about Mo, click on "keep reading".
I will also answer questions about her
Feel free to ask!
Where did the "Octopus" idea come from?
My dream in life was to become a paleontologist, but unfortunately where I live that is not possible, geologically speaking, my land is very young and there are no fossil remains, so I could not study here and the truth is that I love more my family and my land than my dream of studying extinct creatures, I will not go study far away.
I was talking with an old classmate about what other specialty I could choose and she told me that she had always believed that I would end up as a marine biologist, I asked her why and she told me that it was the impression she got on the visit to the "oceanographic".
Apparently, on a trip we made to the Oceanographic Institute, she heard me giving fun facts about octopus, squid and cuttlefish; I have always been fascinated by cephalopods and since at that very moment they were studying the life cycle of octopuses in the laboratories that they showed us, I was a little excited; and then there was an incident with an octopus… What a day... really, but when I remembered it, I kept thinking.
Two days later there was the first Spider-man film from 2002 on TV and I saw the beginning, when they arrived at the laboratory where the spiders were and it reminded me so much of the excursion I had been talking about the other day with my partner, so much, that I couldn't avoid thinking:
“Radioactive spider + nerd = Spider-man
Radioactive octopus + nerd = Octopus-woman?”
And then I remembered Dr. Octopus and thought "Why not?"
It started as a bit of a joke, as if on that excursion I had been bitten by a radioactive octopus and had become a superhero with octopus powers. I took all my knowledge about cephalopods, I designed the outfit inspired by my own clothes, I thought about what things I could make a superhero where I live and when I wanted to realize it, I had created Mo Octavius, my Dr. Octopus sona, one of the characters I've created that I like the most, even though I hate drawing humans.
It has undergone some modifications since the beginning, especially in its background and powers, but it is now ready to go out into the world.
Headcanon:
No, she actially wasn't bitten by a radioactive octopus. Instead, some chemicals fell on her, mutagenic risk products containing DNA fragments from cephalopod for hybridization, belonging to a project to create transgenic octopuses for commercial purposes. (I hope I can elaborate on this a bit more, I find it very interesting)
Her mother and sister are alive, but they live very far from where she studies, so she stays with her uncles, Otto and Rossy. Her uncle, Otto Octavius, is the true inventor of the actuators she uses.
She has two names, Micaela Ophelia, but she doesn't like either of them, so she prefers to be called Mo, after the initials, M.O.
In Spanish, two surnames are used, the father's first and the mother's second, but since Mo never met his father, she usually uses only her mother's surname, Octavius. (She lives in a part of Spain)
She is the superhero in charge of protecting the city where she lives, and why not Spider-man? Because the Peter Parker of her dimension purposely modified a spider, imitating what happened with Mo, to also obtain powers, but it went wrong, the spider's venom altered his brain chemistry and turned him evil and monstrous, a mutant spider-man who almost destroy the city. The biggest enemy of The Octopus.
Unlike most superheroes, especially Spider-man, for whom all the mutations they underwent were beneficial, she has also undergone some harmful changes, even for her health. (I will elaborate on this a bit more, later)
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Goodbye, For Now
Part VII
Pairing: Otto Octavius x f!reader
Words: 2,141
Warnings: more pain, Doc Ock being a butthead towards the reader
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It’s been a few months since the incident and I had dedicated most of my time to searching and following this new villain named Doc Ock, all because I knew that this was my beloved scientist who didn’t listen to my warning and everything backfired on him. Upon close examination of the fights between him and this ‘Spider-man’, I noticed that there were points in the fights where this light would come back to his eyes, seeming to know that what he was doing was wrong before the darkness came back and the fights would continue on.
I was silently following the villain through a dark alleyway, wondering where he was going until the docks came into view and the familiar machine was standing tall, almost complete like it had been before. ‘What are you trying to do, Otto?’ I thought, hiding myself behind a pillar that was big enough to hide my entire figure. My eyes never left the villain while he seemed to be putting the machine back together, the actuators lifting and welding and everything to make sure the machine wouldn’t fall apart when the time for trial would come and that looked to be not too far into the future. A soft gasp came from me when Spider-man swooped in and landed in front of Otto, ducking behind the pillar to make sure neither of them saw me.
Of course, like every encounter between the two, a fight broke out between them about the machine and how it shouldn’t be rebuilt. When I peaked out again, Spider-man’s mask was torn and I could see that it was Peter Parker, the boy I met when our worlds had been changed for the worst. Otto was close to killing the poor boy but then, he disappeared? But then, I was in a place that I didn’t recognize until I looked around completely. It was the condo I had been seeing in my dreams!
I quickly left before anyone could find out that I was there in the first place. ‘How did I get here?’ I thought, walking through the city of New York, much newer and more advanced looking. I turned around quickly when I heard the voice of Jonah J. Jameson reporting about Spider-man, showing the picture of the boy I had seen in my dream. ‘I need to find him and figure out what is going on.’ I thought, starting to jog along the sidewalk, swiftly moving and weaving through the people and making sure I didn’t run into anyone or knock anyone down. I did get a few weird looks but I didn’t care at the moment, I was more focused on figuring out when I was and how I had gotten here in the first place.
After a couple of hours, I started to doubt that I would ever find the boy until I bumped into someone, having not seen them since my head was down. When I lifted my head, it was exactly who I had been searching for for the past who knows how long.
“Oh, sorry. Excuse me.” He said, seeming to be in a rush.
“Wait. I’ve been looking for you.” I said and closed my mouth quickly, realizing just how strange and creepy that sounded. “Look, I need your help.” I added, hoping that this boy didn’t think I was some crazy person just trying to get money off of him.
“I would love to talk with you but right now, I’m trying to catch the head of MIT to convince her to let my friends in. so, I hope you find someone who can help you.” the boy hurried off and I groaned in frustration. I was not going to let him get away that easily after spending hours on end trying to find him only to bump into him later.
I struggled a little to keep up with him but managed, watching him from a distance as he waltzed right up to a black vehicle, the vehicle I assumed was taking the woman from MIT to where she needed to go. I was about to march right up to him when someone quickly ran past me, bumping my shoulder and causing me to look at them curiously.
‘Why are people running?’ I thought before looking ahead of me quickly and seeing something very familiar to my eyes. When the crashing and destruction settled for a moment, I focused on what had stopped, seeing the claw of the actuator that I knew all too well.
‘Otto.’ I thought, watching as the scene unfolded until I was knocked to the ground and the pain settled in.
‘of course, more pain. When does it end?!’ I thought, frowning as I got up.
“What have you done with my machine?!” Otto yelled at the boy who was now suited up in a more advanced looking version of the Spider-man suit that I had grown to know of.
‘What the hell?’ I thought, gasping when Otto’s eyes landed on me. ‘Oh no.’ I scrambled to my feet and hurried away when the fighting commenced between Otto and Spider-man. I hid under a car for what felt like hours but peaked out when the fighting stopped suddenly. ‘Is it over?’ I thought, looking over and seeing the actuators wrapped around Otto and holding him in place and Spider-man helping the woman from the car.
I walked over until I was standing in front of Otto, wondering if he would recognize since the AI attached to him was mostly controlling him now.
“Otto?” I looked at him with a hopeful gleam in my eyes, catching his attention before we were suddenly in a cell of sorts together.
“Hey! What’s the big idea?!” I yelled through the force field that was containing Otto and I in the cell.
“The big idea is that you guys are in the wrong reality and you are tearing apart the multiverse by being here.” a strange man walked down a case of steps while speaking to me.
“You don’t belong here.” He said in simple terms.
“I knew that from the moment I was sucked into a portal of sorts!” I growled, hitting the force field with such a force that a purple spark came from my hand. The man stopped and looked at me in a bit of shock. My gaze lifted when I saw the boy and then two other people with him.
“You!” I snarled a little, narrowing my eyes at him.
“Yes, I know. He’s the cause of this entire mess.” the strange man said. The man summoned a box of sorts. But then, another man stepped up beside Peter and mine and Otto’s eyes widened.
“Norman? How are you alive?” I asked, coming as close as possible to the cell wall to get a closer look at him.
“What are you talking about?” He asked, seeming confused.
“You’re the walking corpse.” Otto said from behind me to my left. A few hours passed and there were more people in separate cells, explaining the moments before they ended up here. Being saved moments before Spider-man killed them. I looked at Otto and frowned, the thought of losing him hurting my heart with such anguish. All he did was stare coldly at this reality’s Peter Parker. After an argument between Peter and the wizard, Peter came back alone with the box in his hands.
“I’m going to find a way to help you guys. All of you before returning you to your own realities.” Peter explained. Otto scoffed a little and shook his head.
Peter had gathered all of us into the back of a big moving truck and taken us to a guy named Happy’s apartment. It was the condo I saw in my dreams and ended up in when I came into this reality.
“So, is this your plan, Peter? No labs, no facilities? Just performing miracles in a condominium? Hmm?” Otto started to say. “What, you gonna cook us some cures and some frozen burritos in a microwave? Hmm?” Otto added before Norman spoke up about going for a burrito in response to Otto’s comment.
“He’s going to kill us all.” Otto retorted, looking back at Norman, his dark eyes darkening more. This wasn’t the Otto Octavius I knew and had started developing a crush on.
“Well, let’s hope not.” Peter said with an unsure look on his face, standing beside a woman who looked a little like me. “You’re up first, Doc.” Peter walked past Otto and patted his shoulder on the way.
“What?” Otto turned around to follow the boy. “Hey, I told you. I don’t need fixing.” he said. I frowned as I looked around a little more. None of the people seemed to want to be fixed even though this boy was offering a way out. When the boy disappeared, Otto repeated that he didn’t need fixing before adding that he didn’t want to be fixed with the scraps from a bachelor’s junk drawer. I quickly followed after the boy and looked at what he was doing, seeing that Norman, the woman, and the colored man had followed.
“Otto, just give him a chance. He seems to know what he’s doing.” I told the scientist, earning a scoff in response. The response made my heart ache.
I watched from the opposite side of the boy as he got to work making something that would supposedly ‘fix’ Otto, whatever that meant. It was about an hour or so before the little device was finished and Peter looked to be so proud of himself. Norman had been in the middle of offering the boy a job at his company when Peter hurried out of the room and talked to the woman, telling her to bring Otto up as he climbed the staircase. I watched from below as Otto was raised by the metal limbs, verbally wondering if the humiliation would ever end for him.
“Hey, keep your highschool science fair project away from me!” Otto yelled, starting to squirm. My eyes widened a little when Peter forced Otto’s head to stop moving when he started squirming before he attached the little device to the back of Otto’s neck. The little device was placed into Otto’s neck and everything stopped. It was silent in the condo, everyone waiting to see if anything would happen.
“Doc?” Peter asked, repeating himself a couple of times before going to address him as Dr. Octavius and that’s when his head lifted with a gasp of breath.
“It’s so quiet…Those voices inside my head. I had almost forgotten.” Otto said in the softest of voice.
“Otto?” Norman stepped a little closer.
“Yes, Norman. It’s me.” A smile grew across my lips when I looked at him, seeing that shining light in his eyes.
“Would you look at that.” Peter seemed proud that his creation had worked.
Otto’s eyes finally landed on me and a look of realization and happiness shined in those dark chocolate orbs of his.
“Darling.” He said. Hearing the nickname, I quickly went up to him and hugged him tightly, feeling the tears start to form from relief to see my love had not been completely gone to the machine.
“Otto, I thought I lost you.” I managed to stutter out before lifting my head and looking at him with glossy eyes. His sweet smile made my nerves light up with excitement to finally have him back.
“I’m here, my dear. I’m here.” he caressed my back and I rested my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat that had brought comfort and calmness to my senses while I never wanted to let go of him again. When I remembered why he was like this in the first place, I pulled back a little and smacked his arms a couple of times.
“You idiot! Why didn’t you listen to my warning!? I told you something wasn’t right with that stupid machine of yours!” I scolded him, glaring up at him and seeing the sheepish look on his face.
“I do apologize, my dear. I….I should’ve listened to you. I knew you were right and I let my urges get the best of me.” he explained, taking my hands and sighing softly at his own incompetence.
“Next time, you better listen to me.” I said, finally calming down again. We both looked back when Peter had shot a web at Norman’s hand, stopping him from doing something wrong. A dark chuckle came from the man.
“That’s some neat trick you got there.” Norman said, grinning at Peter.
“Norman.” Otto started to say.
“Norman’s on sabbatical, honey~!” It was Green Goblin. He had taken over and there was no stopping him now that he knew that Peter had a cure for Norman’s split personality situation.
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Ramattra: Reflections
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Author: Gavin Jurgens Fyhrie Artist: Sylvain Decaux
Philosophical Differences
4 Years Before the Uprising
"You're a Ravager unit, right?" called a human behind me, and I froze, hands shaking beneath my robes.
The village beneath the Shambali monastery had barely changed since my last visit. A few cheery repair shops and tailors along the main road, specializing in robes for omnic travelers. In the alleyways and backstreets, shuttered shops. Mining offices. Humans drinking on doorsteps, watching the occasional omnic pass them by.
A handful of years ago, some of those same humans had knocked me to my knees and nearly killed me.
I turned instead to the human who had called me by my designation, fists clenched in my sleeves, and said nothing.
"Thought so," said the little shopkeeper happily. "Haven't seen one of you in a while. The news said you were all in hiding."
"Or dead at human hands," I said.
The human's smile faltered.
"You aren't a popular bunch. Not that I'm saying it's right," he added hastily. "But . . . what with everything you—and I don't mean you exactly—did in the Crisis, you, uh . . ."
I waited, then reluctantly came to his rescue.
"Make humans uncomfortable?"
"Exactly," he said, relieved.
Uncomfortable enough to justify violence, I thought. I should have been angry with him. Instead, I was weary. I'd had this conversation so many times.
"Can I help you?" I asked. The words were a relic of Mondatta's careful instruction.
"No," he said, "but I can help you! Thing is, I got a new shipment of actuators in for your kind. Can get you a nice discount, seeing as you're part of the Shambali and all."
He smiled. Warm gold flashed at the back of his grin.
R-7000s, unlike many other omnics, were never made by human hands. The rogue god program Anubis, the architect of the Omnic Crisis, built us in secret places and unleashed us upon the world. We were designed to lead its mindless armies, to hunt humans. We were made for murder.
There was only one way that spare parts had become available.
"I'm no longer a monk," I said. "I left the monastery today."
"Is that right?" the merchant said, glancing past me, down the street, down the mountain. I heard footsteps scraping on pavement. "Why?"
Because Mondatta places the burden of peace on the oppressed and not their oppressors.
"Philosophical differences," I said instead. "It seemed best. "
"Well, good luck to you, and safe travels!" he said. "You there! Welcome to the Shambali monastery."
I turned. A weary omnic pilgrim, stained orange by dust, scarred and dented, stumbled up the road past me. Seeing me in my robes, he lowered his head in respect.
The pain of it, the shame. The sight of me told him he was on the right path. I fought the urge to tell him that he wasn't. It wouldn't make a difference, even if I did.
I watched the shopkeeper come off his step, chattering, bundling the traveler into his shop.
Greed. Yet another of humanity’s crimes, but hardly their most terrible.
I sighed and continued down the road, down the mountain, away from the monastery.
And from my brother, Zenyatta, with whom I’d spent these last three years dreaming of peace.
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3 Years Before the Uprising
Two human guards blocked the windowless cell door. Both had stun batons, and a pistol hung from the hip of the larger man.
"I'll give you one chance to run," I said, hoping they wouldn't.
Some segments of humanity had decided that despite the Crisis, despite sentience, their former omnic servants were still their property. That our status as independent beings was somehow still a subject for debate. Hence facilities like this one existed, where omnics were kept until they decided that service to their former masters was the best use of their long lives.
Since leaving the Shambali monastery, I'd rooted out several identical operations, but there were always more festering. I'd come here hoping to free my people as quietly as possible. Unfortunately, after encountering the same injustice over and over again, my patience with peace was wearing thin. I'd gotten angry, thrown a man through a window, and here we were.
The first guard swung his baton. It bounced off my chest with a pop.
I took a step toward him.
Pale, he dropped the baton and went for his gun. Behind him, the other human struggled with the locked door, trying to escape. Or maybe to take a hostage.
Damn it.
I slapped the gun out of the guard's hand. As gently as I did it, something snapped. Again, I felt the ghost of guilt, the mournful weight of Mondatta's eyes on me. And following that, anger. Oppressors did not deserve the gift of our guilt.
The door flew open, and the other guard barreled through. Electrical light flared again, and someone screamed.
"Remember that I could have killed you," I told the human on the ground and plunged through the door to disarm the guard.
Oh.
The bald man already lay facedown on the tile, unmoving. His clothes were smoking in places. It wasn’t at all clear if he was breathing.
"I know who you are," came a voice from the corner of the small, bare room.
"Do you?" I asked, honestly curious. The omnic was a rarer kind, highly customized with features I thought hadn't survived the Crisis. Slightly shorter than myself, but blue-eyed and with ears rather like a slender humanoid rabbit. Made as a companion for children, if I remembered correctly, with a built-in battery for charging devices and taking pictures.
"Yeah, they said. You're the R-7000 who's been freeing omnics. Some of the others were hoping you'd make it here."
"But not you?"
"I can take care of myself."
The human made a burbling sound somewhere near my feet.
"I believe you," I said. "What did you do to him?"
"Electrical burst. Not a big deal."
"I think he'd disagree. So why haven't you escaped on your own?"
The omnic huffed. "And leave my friends behind? Waiting for a rescue that might never come?"
"I'm here now," I said, a little puzzled.
The omnic shook their head, thoughtful.
"Your model bossed us around in the Crisis. Sent us to die before we even had a thought in our heads."
My hand twitched at my side, but I nodded.
"So, is that what this is?" they said. "You still have a taste for glory? Ordering your soldiers around?"
"Do you still follow children around like an obedient pet?" I said, more sharply than I'd intended.
They half chuckled. "Fair. But the point stands. Our people are waiting for a savior when they should be saving themselves."
I agreed with this. It's why I was here. I'd seen enough in this year on walkabout to know that most of our people rested on the hope that Mondatta and the Shambali would save them. It seemed the truth—that no one was coming, that the people themselves needed to rise—was too much to bear.
But here was this omnic, saying the words that my mind had been shouting.
"And if they die?" I asked.
The omnic cocked their head.
"We're still at war," they said. "Didn't stop because the Crisis did. Difference is, humans are still organized. We aren't."
"Not yet," I said. The words felt like a promise. "Introductions, then. My name is Ramattra. Yours?"
"Don't have a name, don't want one. Call me Nameless if it gets awkward for you. What's Ramattra mean?"
"I chose it to honor the first of our kind and kept it to remember my mistakes."
"Huh," said Nameless. "If you're breaking everyone out, I'm coming with you."
"Beg pardon?"
"We should get Zera next. You'll see why. And if we're banding together, we need a name."
"Isn't that hypocritical?" I said dryly.
They snickered.
I glanced at the omnic's flank, at the scarring there, where a model number, a designation, had once been.
If I could have smiled, I would have.

Weapons of War
2 Years Before the Uprising
I led the three of them across the valley and down into the metal gateway, half-buried by thick slabs of ice and stone. We were silent as humans in a graveyard, and for much the same reason.
We reached the bottom of the gateway, a metal platform sheathed in ice. I turned to Lanet.
I could sense her mind racing ahead of mine, studying what little technology was visible of the facility at this level. I was a passable engineer, but she made me look like a human child playing with blocks.
"I know where we are," she said. "Unorthodox architecture. Lack of human safety features. Built by machines for machines. Similar to your design aesthetics."
She looked up.
"An omnium. Built by Anubis." Silence.
I laid a hand on the platform controls.
"For years we have tried nonviolence, coexistence with the humans, only fighting the worst forms of our oppression from the shadows," I said. "And we are losing. It is time to try something new."
I activated the platform, and with a jolt, we descended into the frozen darkness, through a shaft of ice.
"Of all the omnics I've brought into Null Sector," I said, "you are the ones I trust the most. And so . . . this is where I was designed and built. This is the cradle of Anubis's most dangerous secrets."
The corridor fell away, and they saw the vast underground factory.
"Humanity denies us equality because they have so successfully stripped us of our power. They made us forget that, when united—even if united against our will—we once brought them to the brink of extinction."
This was the world my maker had made, and together we would use it to forge a new future.
"It is time we inspire our people to find that unity again."

Rise Up
4 Days Before the Uprising
"Ramattra," Lanet said, using that tone again.
"There is no time," I said, pacing across the omnium's control center. Below, the assembly lines labored, building our robotic army.
"What do you mean, there's no . . . we're following your schedule!" she shouted, pursuing me, throwing her arms in the air. "You can attack any city anywhere, and you're choosing King's Row and choosing now, and I'm telling you the robots you're getting from the lower levels of the omnium aren't ready. They're old, Ramattra. They're obsolete."
"You think you can design better soldiers than Anubis?"
"I hope so, because we want to win, and your maker lost."
I gripped the edges of the table to calm my temper. She was infuriating because she was so often right, but she was wrong now.
"We can't afford to wait for better soldiers. Look." I activated the bank of screens before us. Images and footage from London appeared, gathered over the years our cells had been active there.
Omnic laborers trudging in a single-file line to their work, watched by armed human guards.
"Next feed," I commanded, and the image changed.
A hundred of our people lying in a locked basement. Their home, at the end of a thankless day.
"Next feed."
A scrapyard. And there, discarded like the trash humans thought we were—
"We know," Zera said. "She isn't saying we shouldn't fight."
I flinched. It was the same thing I'd said to Zenyatta when we'd met, and not long before I'd nearly gotten him killed.
"Give me and Nameless a week," Zera continued, taking my silence for hesitation. "My cell can take down their power grid and water supplies, and Nameless's shadows can seize the tunnels. Kill anyone stupid enough to go down there. Once they're weakened, you come in with your robots, and we'll take the borough. Maybe more."
I met Nameless's blue gaze at the corner of the room. The omnic who knew me better than anyone, save for my brother.
"You know we're right," they said. "We built the resistance there together. Let the people be a part of it. Let them be the ones to rise up, like we always dreamed they would. An invasion won't inspire them—it will scare them off."
I hesitated again.
"No," I said at last. Beside me, Lanet struck the table with her fist.
"Ramattra, these robots are mindless drones. They're outdated! They're—"
"Expendable," I finished. "And you are not. Our people are not."
Lanet's eyes flickered.
"Fine," she said. "But I'll be in the city, overseeing the deployment and watching for malfunctions, and you know I know better, so stop arguing."
"Fine," I said. "You'll stay in the Underworld, where our defenses will be strongest."
After a moment, she nodded, and I relaxed a fraction.
"During this uprising, we will show the humans we are stronger than they thought. We establish a stronghold in one of their cruelest cities, and we make a safe place for our people. We will show omnics everywhere that now is the time to join us. That is the goal."
I turned back to the footage of the scrapyard, where too many of my people lay.
"It is time for omnics to discover who Null Sector truly is."
The Greatest Crime
2 Days After the Uprising
"A small group of omnic terrorists, calling themselves Null Sector," said Mondatta sorrowfully on the screen before me. The human reporter on camera nodded with theatrical sympathy as my former master continued. "The monks of Shambali condemn this attack on London. We seek peace with humanity, not violence."
My eyes fell again to the words scrolling beneath his image.
NULL SECTOR RINGLEADER KILLED DURING POWER PLANT FIREFIGHT.
Fury descended. I remembered omnics sitting meekly in their cells, waiting for freedom. The vast rolling scrapyards of the dead.
And now, Mondatta dishonoring Lanet, who died fighting to free her people.
Someone was shouting. Someone was striking the screen with their fist.
Someone was begging me to stop.
"Ramattra! Please!"
I spun around, fist raised, and Zera stood motionless, making no move to defend herself. Nameless, far off in their usual corner of the too-empty room, looked up from their screen to stare at me, hard, and I froze at the pain of what I'd nearly done. The shame.
I looked up at the cracked screen. Bracketed by the damage stood Mondatta, flickering and still, naming us traitors to the omnic people.
The hypocrisy.
"Do you know," I muttered, "what humanity's greatest crime is?"
Zera stared down at me, shaking her head.
"I've had enough," she started, but I didn't let her finish. I flipped back around to face her, the anger surging through me again.
"Complacency!" I shouted. "They desire peace above all, and so they ignore injustice because it is more comfortable to do so. They want to believe tomorrow will be better simply because they hope it will be. Humanity will never help us. They will try to sell us a small place in their world, or at best, ignore us. And they have passed their weaknesses to him."
I pointed back at Mondatta because I couldn't bear to look at him again.
"He holds himself above us. Like Anubis, Mondatta is sending our people to their deaths. He must pay for this and—"
"Ramattra," said Nameless, speaking at last. "I'm checking reports. A lot of omnics are condemning us."
I put a hand to my forehead. My thoughts felt hot, poisonous. I had to say them aloud before they turned on me.
"If omnics are choosing death," I said carefully, "we must take that choice away."
My friends said nothing at first.
"What does that mean?" asked Nameless flatly.
"It means that I will build the army Lanet wanted," I said. "And then we will find a way to save our people, whether they want it or not. Whether they deserve it or not. If they will not willingly join us, we will find a way to make them."
"Ramattra, this isn't the way," Zera said, striving for calm and failing. More omnics will join us once the dust settles.
"They had their chance, and it cost Lanet her life."
Zera's giant hand closed into a fist at her side. "You freed us from a prison, and now you want us to put our people in one?"
"If that's what it takes to make them listen!"
Nameless uncoiled from their corner, eyes burning.
"You told me," they said, their voice low, a warning, "you told me this wasn't about control."
"Look at us," I snapped. "Fighting humans in bodies they shaped for us. Inheriting their flaws, their pointless disagreements. It doesn't have to be this way."
"It isn't your decision!" Nameless shouted back. "And I won't be part of it!"
"Then leave!" The words shot out of me, and I couldn't take them back.
Nameless straightened.
"Fine," they said quietly. "I've been away from my shadows long enough anyway. Coming, Zera?"
"Don't," I said.
"Then don't do this," Nameless said.
"You'll understand once I'm done."
Nameless came to me and patted my hand, a human gesture. It was infuriating.
"I hope you understand one day," they said, "that you didn't have to fight alone."
And then Nameless and Zera were gone.
I stood in the deepening silence a moment, feeling the absence of my companions, the impossible weight of metal and ice and stone above. A grave for our dream of peace.
And then, I got to work.
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savebatswingaus · 2 months
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Masterlist of fics that include wings and/or flight but are too unfocused on that to even post under that tag:
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GK999, The New Dream SMP Member
A Gameknight999 and Dream SMP crossover that includes a decent amount of flight, particularly chapters 2 and 27. Only one main character has wings, but he uses them a decent amount.
If you are curious about the overall plot and not just the parts relevant to this blog, c!Tommyinnt and Gameknight999 swap servers because I thought it would be funny and they are fighting to find their ways back.
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Of Heroes And Trees
A Pokespe Dragon/medieval fantasy AU. There are no wings for any of the humans, but it has similar vibes to ME. (And I'm the author, so.)
Red's mother gets kidnapped and he goes on a journey to find her.
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1912 inventions and their effects on immortality
A Statetalia (Hetalia OC) fic about Alaska flying a plane. None of it is actuate to plane physics and there are no bird wings involved, but it makes me feel something. </3
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You're really joking at a time like this.
My other Statetalia fic. It's basically a crack fic pretending to be angst. One character has wings and I talk about them a decent amount so I'm putting it here.
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In the moment, it felt sort of nice.
A 3rd Life Grian x Scar fic that mentions Grian's wings like once, but I REALLY like it so I'm gonna put it here anyway. <3
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saturncoyote · 2 years
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had a dream where they made a new adaptation of Doc Ock but this time he had extra strong actuators who he had to inject with straight testosterone to keep at their peak strenght.
so anyway he’s real now
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Secret/Lies/Reveal
Dark Secret
False Utopia
Town with a Dark Secret
Empire with a Dark Secret
Sadly Mythtaken
Secret Past Catches Up
Cassandra Truth
Secret Test of Character
Secret Relationship (friends? romance? parentage? Secret Student? Secret Lover/Secret Child?
Hidden Purpose Test
Secret Keeper or Secret Secret-Keeper.
False Testimony/Confession/Charges
Anything 'Fake' (Redemption? Object? Reveal? Defector?)
Secret Plan
Hidden Agenda
Secret Mission/Deal
Secret Friendship
Secret Message (like wearing an certain color means something? In code? A page in a book?)
Secret Passage/Path/Room/Door
Secret Society/Hidden Village
Ancient Conspiracy
Map All Along
All Just a Dream
Secret Art
Secret or Hidden Witness
Eavesdropping
Shared Mass Hallucination
Invisible Writing
Masquerade
The Unmasking
Really Royalty Reveal
Unaware Pawn
Bait-and-Switch
Keep in the Dark
Unwitting Muggle Friend
Locked Out of the Loop
It Was with You All Along
A person is tortured to get said information.
A thing they did. A thing they are doing. A thing they were going to do.
You were raised your entire life with a purpose, but of course nobody bothered to tell you.
The secret coul get someone in trouble (a threat?), you could be forced to lie or hide it? The secret you hurt a innocent too as a collateral together with the culprit? Or you? To use you? To kill you? You friend did a bad thing, but you don't want to rat him out? Going as far to cover up for him? Or the secret would cause your friend to do a bad thing? Or put two friends against each other? Your Faction is the one to blame?
Investigation of the Evil Authority's shady corrupted business can get you being named unlawfull or a traitor. You may look very suspicious too.
This can be about a posmortum character, maybe even the reason they died.
Secretly working with each other?
A Bad Thing that happened to you, but you hide. Fear of your loved ones's reactions?
Forced into a Fake Relationship?
Manipulation: To do something to her/him? You involve a person into something without telling her about all of it (plan? conflict?) or lie to get her to do/don't do a thing? So he/she won't run? Or stop them?
Do Anything in Secret (from which characters?) or it Happened and Hide it.
A character begin forced to keep a Secret.
Taken to the Grave
Card up in the Sleeve
About
Origins/Backstory
Heritage/Nature
Existence
Responsable/Involved
Relation/Connection
Identity
Different Reason
Did/Didn't
Denial
Action
Cover Up
Ability/Power
Change of the Plans
A given Information
False Cause
'Normal/Mundane’ characters unaware of their conections with the ‘mystical’ can be used as pawns more easily. Or just someone with unaware secret that a bad person knows.
Maybe its not even about the assunt itself, just the fact they lied and its possible consequences. Or the reaction to the reveal (whose?), or what the finder do with the secret. A lie can lead people to do bad things, especially if told by people they trust.
A secret can cause misunderstanding, can get people blamed, put in danger or saved by it, people can be killed to keep it a secret or after it is revealed, because of the content. The lack of the true and whole information about the situation when making a action can lead to many paths.
For the secret keeper? The uninformed? The actuator? The subject? The object? The finder? The tattler? The liar? The revealer? The victim? What are their Character Archetypes? For me, identifying which characters (can? have to?) exist in a Trope helps organize the plot.
Reveals
Character B has an secret that makes Character A angry. Character B can be or not aware of the secret about themselves.
Character A is told an secret about themselves and has an bad reaction at that, affecting his relationship with Character B.
Character B tells Character A the secret about A, mostly likely different story than the lie B made about it.
The reveal can be about both. Maybe they chose to have different reactions to it. To put more drama, add another trope before/during it, like an Death or Betrayal.
A character makes a reveal about themselves. Or a third party makes the reveal of a secret to their friends.
A reveal about a third person, a group, a place or a object.
A reveal about the group they are in? Maybe one if the friends already know? Maybe they are even part of the secret?
The group you are with can be aware of a secret about you that you don’t know. Or a person you trust hid something that affects you.
If lies and secrets are involved, even more conflict. Maybe its not even bad stuff, the problem itself is that they lied/keep secret and its consequences.
Or the refusal to talk about it even under pressure, or forcing someone to keep a secret
Or reveal or declaration about a person without permission or knowledge.
The reveal mostly can take two paths: a total new information being given (It happened) or the story told different of what really happened (how?)
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Once Upon A Dream
Otto Octavius x DreamEater!Reader
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As you travel from building to building, trying to find someone who truly dreams; you catch sight of a man dreaming high up of an upper-scale apartment complex. 
Alas, it was the former villain, Doc Ock. You have had the pleasure of witnessing him attack a café and snag a redhead years ago. Unlike a large margin of dream eaters that give up their physical bodies to forever be in the dream world, you decide to be physically present during the day. There are just so many things that you can do as a person 
You never meddled with the dreams of supervillains, some part of you deep down refused to see what twisted minds could dream. 
You perched on the foot of his bed and looked at his sleeping face. Everyone looks peaceful sleeping, it’s because of how vulnerable they are. Undisturbed, careless, and calm. Hell, even you look like that when you sleep. Sadly, you do not get to have experiences of your own 
But now that he’s no longer under the influence of the arms and cleared his name, everything seems to be in a different light. You had heard that he was dragged to another plane of existence, that the heroes had decided to heal him and return him here. 
You had heard all about it: the trial, the public service, the part-time teaching job at Columbia, and his employment at Oscorp. It all went by so fast, but you’ll never forget the time he was repairing a bunch of government vehicles and tech that was busted; there were videos all over the internet, and he had no idea that they existed. Sometimes, he’d allow videos to be taken of him so he could give out tech tips that the corporate conglomerates didn’t want anybody to know. There’d be selfies too, from the close friends and distant family paying him a visit. 
As fun as it was, things started to go downhill. 
People would walk up to him as if they were the press and shove a phone in his face while asking a far-too-personal question that would make him uncomfortable. He stopped going out as much and stayed away from touristy areas of New York. 
He would only go out when he really wanted to, which involved socializing and groceries -excluding the commute to work- and somehow, there were still photos taken of him walking down the streets. Even when he made his actuators semi-retractable to appear more normal in the crowd, people still saw him and ran head-first with a phone in hand. 
The videos didn’t stop there; when he guest lectured before his part-time professor and tutor position, there were videos and streams of him. It was kinda creepy, and you heard rumors that he had begun to notice and banned cell phones from the class. If someone would need to send an emergency text or open the phone at all, they would have to do it outside the lecture hall. 
And it only got worse. The videos were so frequent and popular that they would end up in your social media feed. As much as you admired the former villain, you blocked and reported all the videos. What went to a fun little interaction and moral-boosting videos, turned into stalker photos and videos of seeing him in public. 
People were even beginning to stalk him like some sort of fucked up celebrity that they’d been pining for forever. Someone would sneak into his top-secret seminars for graduates, others would rendezvous him in supermarkets. One freak even went as far as to find his address. This prompted the former supervillain to not only move after only living in an apartment for a month but also file a restraining order on the freak. 
And now you’re looming over his bed in your dream eater form… well, that makes you one of those superfans now…hooray. 
You’ve looked at him long enough, that you’re getting tunnel vision on his face. That the metal armatures snaked all around his floor looked like strange decorations rather than his permanent appendages. 
He’s cute, really truly. Those big soft eyes of his are closed lightly and his plump cheeks are pressed up against the pillow as he snores ever so softly. His thickly-padded chest rose and fell with every single breath he took… and you’re blushing over a former super-villain sleeping. 
Ugh, you’re looking at him for too long, it’s even making you uncomfortable. 
You heard something spur to life, you didn’t really care because nobody can see you in this form. Though curiosity led you to the actuators opening and closing, as if they were going under REM. It’s intriguing, the AI in the arms has developed so much that they’ve gained human-like subconscious actions. They’re intelligent and unique, just like the man they are attached to. 
That’s what you assumed at first, but when you looked at them again, all four seemed to be trained to look in your direction. You must’ve been giving off some sort of energy that stirred them awake, and now they’re trying to find you…. Incredible, but nerve-wracking.
You reached forward toward his head, and tapped his temple, entering his dream. 
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You shifted around to adjust to your new environment; more specifically, adjusting to the new energy that this dream brings. You do this with your eyes closed, the energy along with the sight of the dream can be overwhelming. 
It feels……like a distant childhood feeling, the smell or brief emotions that can bring someone back to a simpler time. You had the urge to take in this feeling for as long as the moment offered because you know better than anyone that it will soon fade and it will leave you chasing to feel that feeling once more. 
To your shock, that feeling never faded; and you can feel anything that was subconsciously tightened or held, loosened and free. You felt lighter and as free as the wind. It’s amazing, and you can only recall a few dreams like this. 
It takes a strong amount of emotion to have a dream like this, even then, it has to be the right emotion. Pure happiness is stimulating, which is a rare thing; people who cry themselves to sleep have heavy and loathing dreams; you don’t want to describe what it feels like when someone ice purely upset when they dream. 
Regardless, this familiar yet unfamiliar feeling is rooted in a source you’ve grown to know too well. It’s a nostalgic feeling that brings back joy. You know the true meaning of such a word, such a feeling. Because it causes something that can never have a solution. 
Pain. Nostalgia is rooted in three words, two are Greek and the third is German. Nostos meaning to return home,  algos meaning pain, and hiemweh meaning homesickness. All three are bundled up to represent the loss and feelings of times past. Such a thing can drive the modern person insane. 
Not wanting to further dwell on such a beautiful yet painful feeling, you opened your eyes. You’re in a New York apartment, but not the one you just left in the waking world. No, this one has a more homey feeling. You can feel the love from all the heavily used furniture in the place. 
The entire place lacked the cold feeling you felt when in the waking world, his apartment was so scarce and small. Well, it only makes sense because he’s lost everything before, so he loses sentiment in certain items. Though, part of you thinks he’s just afraid of losing everything again. 
And you can’t blame him! If this was the lifestyle he had beforehand, he must’ve been crushed to lose it all in the accident all those years ago. 
“These new batch of freshmen are far too literal,” A feminine voice serenaded the room, “They’re almost as bad as you are, Otto.” You froze, peering into the room to find the source of the voice.
It’s a kitchen, filled with decorations and comfortable furniture; and the source of the voice came from a woman walking away from the kitchen island and toward a dining table on the opposite side of the room. 
“Well, maybe if you help them, then they’ll understand,” A younger -but not too young- Otto sat at the head of the table, smiling when the woman sat down. You found it so strange to see him without the metal contraptions welded to his back. 
He raised his hand up and down as if it helps with the flow of the conversation. 
A gold wedding band gleams in the serene, yet natural light. 
Ah, now you see. It’s his late wife. You had heard rumors, but you were never certain because one Octavius is already illusive, a second would add to the struggle. Though, the only time she had even made the papers was when it came to her funeral. She was impaled by glass brought in by the machine that made her husband a monster to society. 
“Now, where’s the fun in that,” She set the tray down on the table and grabbed the teapot, “Self-discovery is the most enjoyable type. No other accomplishment could top that kind of feeling.” She has a point there, you can relate to that. It took years of self-discovery for you to truly understand what you truly are, and there’s always room to grow…
Although, bringing yourself back to the present, this dream.. is quite a rare sight. A rare energy. 
 It’s not common for people to have dreams of another person… but to make it sound so heavenly must be rooted in regret and mourning. Otto was in a dazed state as his wife poured him a cup of tea, then propped her head up with her hand as she looked at him with the eyes that you wish would happen to you someday.
Otto began to drink the tea, setting it down occasionally because it appeared to be hot, “But won’t you push them in the right direction? How could they ever understand something they don’t one where to look or lack a method to dissect the literature.” 
“Consider it a challenge then,” was her response, and you like this woman. An open mind that finds a way to throw any accusation off the rails. No wonder she was alluring to Otto, “One you are certain to win, Rosie?” Otto smirked, quirking a brow. 
Ah, so that’s her name. Once again fitting for her, something so poised, full of love, and smart fits this woman so well. Otto is a lucky man that’s for certain. Amongst all the spouses in the world, she is one in a zillion. “Always,” she says, “What would I win? If I won?” He answers, “All the kisses in the world.” She smiled once more, “Don’t I already have them?” He chuckled and pulled her off the chair to his lap, “You do, but there could be room for more.” He gives her a kiss, not letting go of her. 
They embrace, sharing this moment of bliss together. Breaking the kiss every once in a while to breathe before going back for more. Nothing sensual was truly displayed, rather there was pure romantic love from a movie screen. 
Honestly, the sight of this makes you wonder if you’ll ever be remotely lucky as the two of them. If they were like this before the accident on a regular basis, it only makes them look like star-crossed lovers. Fated for tragedy and anguish. Maybe on that part you wouldn’t want, but a romantic partner that loves you as much as you do them, you feel like you’re better off wishing upon a falling star.
A beep was sounded off next to you, the oven to be more precise. Rosie smiled, “Ah! The cake is done!” She stood up once more, walking back into the kitchen. He really did have everything, taking none of it for granted. Otto’s hand reached out for her as she walked away, his pained facial expression only tells you that he’s becoming aware inside of his dream. Tears were threatening to prick the edges of his eyes. You can’t imagine the pain he went through that evening. You can only assume this part of him, the part of him that loved with a big happy heart; died when she did. 
She slid on the oven mitts and wasted no time getting the dessert out of the oven. It looks mouthwatering despite no work with frosting or fruits making it look more pleasing to eat. She brought a knife out and cut a slice for Otto, quickly grabbing a plate as well with a fork. 
She quickly returned to him with the dessert, setting the plate down in front of him as she took her seat once more. Now Otto was crying, and Rosie quickly kissed at the tears, “I know your birthday wasn’t celebrated when you were a kid, so I figured that-“ she couldn’t even finish the sentence when Otto kissed her, again, and again. 
He pulled her back on his lap, holding her close as she began to hum the happy birthday tune. Tears fell from his face as she kissed him until the tears stopped flowing. After that, she got a small chunk of cake on a fork, “Open wide, sweetheart.” He ate from the fork, a wet smile appearing on his face as he chewed. Rosie then brought his teacup closer to him, tapping the rim to encourage him to take a drink after he swallowed the cake piece.  She pressed herself against his fleshy chest, which looked more appealing with the red turtleneck, as he sipped at the tea. 
You sighed happily at the sight, the only thing that could be more romantic was some scene from a romance novel; even then, that still pales to the love they share. 
Rosie smiled when she heard you, “I was wondering when you would show up.” She rose from the table, speed walking over to you while Otto was bewildered. She got a hold of your arm and sat you down across from her. 
“What,“ there wasn’t a spot where his eyes weren’t looking at you, “What are you?” With your sudden appearance, you can only tell that he’s becoming more aware of the dream. Normally, you’d just be seen as a silhouette, but fully-formed? This is interesting.  
You didn’t want to freak him out more, so you answered, “A dream eater. Though I would say that’s a poor name for me, I enter dreams and just take a little bit of energy from your dream without disrupting it.” You can see that he’s about to say something more, but you continued, “I don’t actually harm the dream itself when I absorb the energy, I just make you more lax in the dream. Hence,” You hold your hands out to gesture to the whole place, “The sudden appearance of this place you hold so dear to your heart.” 
Rosie smiled at him, “They used to visit me too. After my mom had passed,” She glanced at a photo far off in the distance, “They’d have me relive my best memories with her while I was grieving.” Otto looked at her then back at you. 
And then back at her again. Then you once more. 
You remember watching her over in her dreams, but you never connected the dots because she was sleeping alone in a hotel room. Though, part of you is glad that this has gone full circle. Not everyone is open-minded as Rosie. 
“Why?” His eyes were already so big and wet, let tears flow down his rounded cheeks as you hesitated to answer. “I didn’t initiate this dream, but I entered it for a wellness check.” You wriggled your hands,  “On me? Why?” He seemed appalled, but unsure of what to believe anymore. You don’t blame him, he’s far out of his element with this one. You opened your mouth, “I-“ Rosie hugged you instead of an answer being given, “Thank you for watching over Otto when he sleeps.” 
You nodded, about to say something but your surroundings began to blur and fade in and out. You looked up and around, “Well, you’re about to wake up.” You turn in Otto’s direction, he’s on the verge of breaking down again. 
The dream began to fade as Otto pulled his wife over for one more time as you were ejected out of Otto’s subconscious. 
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You shake off the sudden bout of stupor, you were in the same position that you were in when you originally entered Otto’s dream. Speaking of Otto, his breathing changed; with a sharp inhale, his eyes fluttered open. 
“So you are real.” He said, his actuators curled back. “Although they cannot see you, I can perfectly.” He shifted in the bed to sit up. He rubbed his eyes, which seemed to be a bit red from crying in his sleep. He doesn’t seem to be fazed, by wet eyes. So, you can only assume this has been happening for a while… since he gained his sanity back. 
“Interesting,” you mumbled, “Are you alright?” He nodded in response, “Normally, I pretend that I am fine, but this time I can say it with honesty.”
“Thank you for that, normally the public eye has been watching my every move for weird intentions, but to have someone genuine to check up on me; my gratitude is immeasurable.” You know he can’t see your mouth, only a gleaming pair of eyes contrasting a shadowy form, but you smile and move back. You need to leave soon. 
“I’d love to talk more, but I have to return to my body or I’ll be stuck like this.” You said as you could see the run beginning to peak from the horizon’s edge. Otto looked pained at the thought, you may be the only person who truly understands him now. 
“Will I ever see you again?” He asked, innocent and desperate like a kid. “I’m sure of it.” You reassured him, cupping a soft cheek before floating toward the window sill. 
“I’ll see you again, once upon a dream.” 
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