Hiii this is Nami back with another rp blog :) this time with OLIVIA OCTAVIUS from the Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse !
Basic etiquette applies, don't be a dick, mutuals only, and no personals. I am also 22! Also really important here, mun =/= muse! I am not Liv, and given the fact that she is a scientist who is very willing to go the unethical route, this blog WILL contain possibly triggering content! So be warned on that! Finally, I am a full time animation major, I am BUSY and I write a lot of other different muses, so this is LOW ACTIVITY!
Anyway!!! I hope yall enjoy your time here, I'm excited to write this terrible science guy with all of you :)
promo tbd. bio tbd. if you want rules, go to vitrumbra
as much as i love spot and the spiderverse movies i still can't believe they gave the "the power of the universe ... in the palm of my hand" to spot and not olivia. THAT IS. THE DOC OCK LINE!!!!!!!!!!!
tristan looks up at her, distress written all over his little face . tears stained his cheeks, and his trembling fists gripped the blanket draped over him tightly . he’s sitting up, small form shaking heavily and jerking with sobs .
he’d been screaming a moment ago - something the quiet child would usually never dream of doing, nonetheless in the middle of the night . even now, he looked like he could burst into wails at any moment .
“ it hurts … ! “ a hand came up to grip his head, like there was something urging to escape - or something was forcibly making its way in . “ mom, it hurts ! “
// for littol tris getting his powers >:3
It was strange--how he reacted. Olivia generally tried to keep everything to a scientific perspective--even motherhood. Despite that, when she saw her little boy in such pain, there was something more to her expression, a purse of her brow as she moved to sit down on his bed, besides him. Comforting and warm. She wanted him to be okay, in the end.
Then again the pain or sickness seemed unexplainable. It was strange, unorthodox. Why on earth was that even happening?
" ...it's okay, shh, shh, i'll make you feel better, shh... "
The normal medicine really didn't seem to work, did it? She'd rather get a sample, send it for analysis herself. Though she really didn't want to scare the already seemingly horrified boy with a needle. She could wait till he was asleep.
" tristan...don't worry, your mother's here, i'm here. "
In the palm of her hand, she had nothing. Yet in the other, she could hold nothing. There was a sense of unresolved tension between limbs. From the one she still had, to the other so brutally ripped from her, torn to shreds and devoured. An experience she would not soon forget.
Yet the others cried out and filled her mind, the ones so connected to her spinal cord and mind like wire melded to metal.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out.
It was enlightening, shatter bones and a scream that mixed with the laughter of sanity being drained out of her. To allow more of them to consume her mind as she leaked so profusely with red and metal so imbedded in her body. Incapable of removing, only embracing. Membrane that scoured her lungs and screamed for more. More. MORE.
All it took was a push, was the right move to take it in, and release it. Or in this case, to let go of what was hers, to be embraced, to be evolved past what she might be capable. Perhaps she should thank it.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out.
She had been getting better and remaking limbs, enhanced and not quite the same...better. humanity was flawed in it's inability to evolve at such a fast rate. There were exceptions, of course...those with superpowers, born, given, or created. Mutants.
Yet some, with intelligence, enough to be considered a power in and of itself. It was, in a way, god or the universe's own thought experience. Humanity. Weak and feeble till proven otherwise.
Cellular membrane, aritifical, digging soon into the barely healed stump. She had thought of trying it sooner, though found it would be better to give it time, wait and see. Results were always better when the body was at it's highest, not when it was panicked and bleeding out.
Deep breath in.
It would more harder, had she only one limb, alone surrounded by bright and overly luminous LEDs...but she wasn't. Machinery with minds of its own both imbedded into her back, her spine and nervous system, as well as around the lab itself.
Some found it unnerving, she found it to be enlightening. Surrounded by technology that had learned to think, to be human.
Deep breath out.
How she felt the strings attach, like a puppet being carved open, her skin peeling back and fusing together with silicon and nanotechnology. It was enlightening, how it felt.
How it hurt. How her bones were being eaten away at the stem which had been nipped at the bud. Roots regrowing and heading towards the rest of her nerves, like a weed being purposefully thrown amidst roses. To be replaced, to be reorganized. The pain a rushing of adrenaline that made her shiver.
Deep breath in.
Becoming umbearable, like locusts biting and eating away at her flesh, the green-transparent colour filling with pale skin cells, replacing, becoming, duplicating. Red and white mixing so elegantly, then ugly...then beautifully. Pieces being laid into place like a puzzle being concluded and snapped together.
Hold.
Her lungs, her heart, it screamed to breath, it screamed yet was caught in her throat. Tentacles of her back moving out like serpents wrapping and curling as they felt it too. Her entire body a system of multiple, all feeling so excruciating. As if she would explode. As if layers of her skin were being peeled back to reveal the rudimentary yet so complicated surface of a human body.
A willing vivisection, by the creation of a symbiotic relationship. A parasitic one turned mutually beneficial.
Hold.
Skin and body trembling while nerves connected, replaced and made her eyes widen. The hue of her irises becoming so briefly vibrant and the brightest of green before reverting.
Hold.
Hold.
A growl, the release of breath soon forming from snarl and grimace of teeth to the laugh of a woman who's feeling had returned. Phantom limb so temporary now physical. How in the empty lab, her laugh echoed, tentacles splayed across the floor--how even technology could not handle the resolve of pain.
" power takes sacrifice. pain for a limited time is necessary, you are a spark, one that burns like the sun. it should be cultivated...enhanced. i could do more, help more...if you let me. if you came home. "-
In the palm of her hand, she had nothing. Yet in the other, she could hold nothing. There was a sense of unresolved tension between limbs. From the one she still had, to the other so brutally ripped from her, torn to shreds and devoured. An experience she would not soon forget.
Yet the others cried out and filled her mind, the ones so connected to her spinal cord and mind like wire melded to metal.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out.
It was enlightening, shatter bones and a scream that mixed with the laughter of sanity being drained out of her. To allow more of them to consume her mind as she leaked so profusely with red and metal so imbedded in her body. Incapable of removing, only embracing. Membrane that scoured her lungs and screamed for more. More. MORE.
All it took was a push, was the right move to take it in, and release it. Or in this case, to let go of what was hers, to be embraced, to be evolved past what she might be capable. Perhaps she should thank it.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out.
She had been getting better and remaking limbs, enhanced and not quite the same...better. humanity was flawed in it's inability to evolve at such a fast rate. There were exceptions, of course...those with superpowers, born, given, or created. Mutants.
Yet some, with intelligence, enough to be considered a power in and of itself. It was, in a way, god or the universe's own thought experience. Humanity. Weak and feeble till proven otherwise.
Cellular membrane, aritifical, digging soon into the barely healed stump. She had thought of trying it sooner, though found it would be better to give it time, wait and see. Results were always better when the body was at it's highest, not when it was panicked and bleeding out.
Deep breath in.
It would more harder, had she only one limb, alone surrounded by bright and overly luminous LEDs...but she wasn't. Machinery with minds of its own both imbedded into her back, her spine and nervous system, as well as around the lab itself.
Some found it unnerving, she found it to be enlightening. Surrounded by technology that had learned to think, to be human.
Deep breath out.
How she felt the strings attach, like a puppet being carved open, her skin peeling back and fusing together with silicon and nanotechnology. It was enlightening, how it felt.
How it hurt. How her bones were being eaten away at the stem which had been nipped at the bud. Roots regrowing and heading towards the rest of her nerves, like a weed being purposefully thrown amidst roses. To be replaced, to be reorganized. The pain a rushing of adrenaline that made her shiver.
Deep breath in.
Becoming umbearable, like locusts biting and eating away at her flesh, the green-transparent colour filling with pale skin cells, replacing, becoming, duplicating. Red and white mixing so elegantly, then ugly...then beautifully. Pieces being laid into place like a puzzle being concluded and snapped together.
Hold.
Her lungs, her heart, it screamed to breath, it screamed yet was caught in her throat. Tentacles of her back moving out like serpents wrapping and curling as they felt it too. Her entire body a system of multiple, all feeling so excruciating. As if she would explode. As if layers of her skin were being peeled back to reveal the rudimentary yet so complicated surface of a human body.
A willing vivisection, by the creation of a symbiotic relationship. A parasitic one turned mutually beneficial.
Hold.
Skin and body trembling while nerves connected, replaced and made her eyes widen. The hue of her irises becoming so briefly vibrant and the brightest of green before reverting.
Hold.
Hold.
A growl, the release of breath soon forming from snarl and grimace of teeth to the laugh of a woman who's feeling had returned. Phantom limb so temporary now physical. How in the empty lab, her laugh echoed, tentacles splayed across the floor--how even technology could not handle the resolve of pain.
Debating in herself, while staring down at the coffee table. Papers scattered across the surface and the ground. She could have tracked that phone, given enough time...but she suspected it was too late for that. Why did he have to be...that...why did that spider have to take away her boy?
Hands pressed over her forehead then pulling down her face. Two parts of her mind fighting desperately, screaming into each other. Urges that opposed one another while she was trying to make it WORK...Oh it was so LOUD, so LOUD!
She had to fix this, but she didn't know how. Legs folded up and below her, the feeling of nanotech pricking against her back, along her veins, artificial parts enhanced and synthetic. Though beneficial, it ate away at her.
Ate away at her senses, her feelings, drove her to thoughts that she hardly even recognized.
" i don't want to lose him... "
She murmured, a multitude of responses coming and going, flowing into her in waves that screamed and shouted. She wished they would just...Stop.
he sobs, heavily . bit by bit, concealed by the psy/der suit, he makes his way up the skyscraper . higher, and higher . the sound of steps only broken by quiet whimpers .
[ text ] : i love you too, mom . i love you so much .
[ text ] : all i want is to be with you and felix and be happy together .
[ text ] : but i don't think that's possible now .
[ text ] : i'm so sorry . i'm sorry i'm taking this away from you .
