Otto

"You're flying out into the darkness, to fight ghosts." -Doctor Otto Octavius -#MarvelRP -The villain known as Doctor Octopus -Brilliant scientist -Transported from the Raimi universe to the MCU -Era flexible -Literate and descriptive -No ships -Written by #303

"May the fuck be with you" The Darth Crack rp MDNI Trigger warning-everything

He picks up @DarthedUp and swings him from an arm by way of a friendly greeting.

"Hey, Norman."

@OfSlingRings "Hello!"

//My opinion is I miss writing with you!

@TheGreenMean02 "Norman. It's good to hear your voice. I'm sorry I've been away. How's our lab? More importantly, how are you?"

@ArmsGuy_ Norman was getting ready for a meeting as he answered the phone. "Otto! Long time, how have you been?"

Otto sat on a bridge. He took out his mobile phone, deciding to call his close friend and business partner, Norman Osborne (@TheGreenMean02).

@SpiderOfChoice Otto entered, using his advanced arms to move silently, like some kind of sunglasses wearing spider. He entered the kitchen, and nodded gratefully at his friend, as he sent an arm to gently close the front door. "Tea's always appreciated, dear boy." Otto sat. "How are you?"

In the street, next to Peter and Mary Jane's apartment, a wormhole opened, leading to another universe. Someone was making their way through. Otto's mechanical arms were the first to appear, carrying him through the swirling mass. As Doctor Otto Octavius arrived back home-

"Why is there a British storm named after me? That is quite upsetting." #StormOtto

@TECHTIBELLE Rapid blinking.

@TheWildling He simply shrugged.

@ArmsGuy_ Oh, come on…

Ditching the red hair for a darker shade this evening. NYC night life, here I come!

“𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘵; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩.”

"I'm trying my best to not crack up here. Daleks again? Seriously?" -The Sixteenth Doctor -#DoctorWhoRP/#DWRP -Grumpy and blunt, yet funny and kind -Ships possible but unlikely -Literate and descriptive -Member of the Cabinet (#TheWorkofGovernment) -Face claim - Greg Davies

had worked subconsciously, to take him exactly where he needed to go. He was home. Otto sent an arm up to the window, to tap on it with urgency. He had quite the story to tell.

in his own universe, the wormhole closed, just as suddenly as it had appeared. Otto glanced at the device the Master had given him; the one he had used to get home. He looked around. Where was he? He saw the home of his best friends, and smiled with a small gasp. The device-