Screw it, i’m posting the full unedited version. Sexualizing that old man again.
Content warning: contains Doc Ock in his underwear. You’ve been warned.
Got sad. Drew my version of the Doc serving. Type of pics he’d send his wife if she wasn’t dead
(lol I think I may have made him a bit too curvaceous for tumblr!! I had to go back and add the tie as censorship to keep this post from being marked as mature!)
God I'm so sick of the "you know trans men are real men by the fact that they're fucking stupid" shit I keep seeing, especially from other trans people. It's so exhausting, especially when you don't pass in real life and you're looking for community and reassurance online.
like I’ve been treated like I’m stupid my whole life. I get that you’re doing it in #funny #woke way now, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to like it any more than I did any of the bajillion other times before.
Can I transition into something that people will assume is capable of complex thought and reasoning, with interiority? Or am I asking for too much.
God I’m so sick of the “you know trans men are real men by the fact that they’re fucking stupid” shit I keep seeing, especially from other trans people. It’s so exhausting, especially when you don’t pass in real life and you’re looking for community and reassurance online.
Was gonna save this for after I’ve done more sketches and post it as a set, but. The useless brain craves dopamine reward for completing this.
Decided randomly that I really wanted to do an alternate design for Otoha, kind of like a different skin in marvel rivals. I wanted to do a more organic look, like a mutant. I guess this is an alternate universe where she has the X gene?
Spider-Man and Doctor Octopus have nursed a bitter rivalry for almost a decade, ever since Peter Parker managed to prevent the doctor from turning on his rebuilt reactor, and saved his life by consequence. They both despise each other, but as a once in a lifetime storm rips through New York City, they find themselves in a position to finally air their unspoken grievances. Spider-Man and Doc Ock centric, 4k words.
Chapter summary: a recounting of what happened to Doctor Otto Octavius during his time at Ravencroft.
Here’s the link if you’d prefer to read on AO3 instead:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/71884721/chapters/187114981
TW: medical gaslighting and abuse, graphic injury.
EARTH 1364B.
The Ravencroft Institute.
April 7th, 2004
It had been ten days since Doctor Octavius had been admitted to the Ravencroft Institute, though he hadn’t experienced much of that time.
He’d surrendered himself to the mercy of the law, but soon after turning himself in, he’d fallen ill. He’d become dizzy, confused and feverish, and passed out in his holding cell. He’d been airlifted to Ravencroft in Westchester, and there he’d finally received treatment for the injuries that had been festering since his accident.
The surgeons had cut open the metal girdle that had been fused around his abdomen. Their tools had dug into his burned flesh, excising the charred remains of his skin along with scoops of the melted, gangrenous subcutaneous tissue beneath it. He had managed to avoid septic shock, but not infection, and they’d had to cut out a great deal of inflamed, seeping pus-filled fat and muscle before affixing the new skin over it with titanium staples.
Supposedly, Otto was lucky to be alive.
He didn’t feel very lucky.
I finished the first chapter of that variant Doc Ock fic I made that poll about! I'm super excited to share it. I'm brand new to posting fic directly on tumblr. I hope you enjoy!
Peter and Otto are caught outside in a Hailstorm, and for the first time in years, have an actual conversation about their various troubles. Spider-Man and Doc Ock centric, 4k words.
EARTH 1364B.
MANHATTAN.
MAY 16TH, 2015.
The small overhang above the stairwell door provided only meager shelter, and outside its small radius the hail pelted down with the full force of gravity’s propulsion. Peter Parker had never been particularly religious, but the storm ripping through the city that night felt like God’s wrath, a punishment straight from the pages of the Tanakh.
The sky was a roiling, thunderous grey, the stacked clouds split periodically by bright flashes of lightning. Looking past the Manhattan skyline towards the Hudson, a slim stripe of pale blue was still visible on the horizon. The light was rapidly vanishing as the wind swept through, and with it, any hope that the storm would ease up any time soon.
The kevlar panels of Peter's suit had soaked through to his clammy skin. He clutched his shoulders, trying to keep his shivering body from quaking too visibly. It was difficult; the frigid downpour carried with it the kind of cold that made a person's unprotected skin feel as if it were burning. However, it wasn't just the cold that caused him to fight down shivers; it was the dark, vengeful glare of the man staring him down from the other side of the rooftop.
I always want to do one of those year end art recap posts, but there were multiple months this year where I didn’t post anything 😭
Something has gone terribly wrong
Merry Christmas!! 🎄🎁⛄
Everything is an excuse to draw cute fanart of Otoha. This time I wanted to do a slightly festive twist on her usual outfit.
