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hey, so, i know i just started messing around on this blog again, but iâm moving norman to a villain multi. hmu if you want the @

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hey, so, i know i just started messing around on this blog again, but iâm moving norman to a villain multi. hmu if you want the @
hey, so, i know i just started messing around on this blog again, but iâm moving norman to a villain multi. hmu if you want the @
hey, so, i know i just started messing around on this blog again, but iâm moving norman to a villain multi. hmu if you want the @
hey, so, i know i just started messing around on this blog again, but iâm moving norman to a villain multi. hmu if you want the @

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more intense vibes (or smth idk theyâre just vibes)
emotional? angsty? fighty? yep. check, check, and check again. bon appetit!
â go. â
â stop this. â
â let go of me. â
â youâre gonna have to make me. â
â please donât do this. â
â donât make me do this. â
â you have no idea what iâm capable of. â
â donât you dare. â
â i wouldnât do that if i were you. â
â i canât do this. â
â i wonât let you do this. â
â iâm not gonna let that happen. â
â go! get out of here! run! â
â iâm not what you think i am. â
â donât get in my way. â
â revenge wonât bring peace for you. â
â you always knew this would happen, didnât you? â
â whatâs going on in that head of yours? â
â you do not turn against your family. â
â i will kill you if i have to. â
â we need you. â
â itâs okay. i got this. â
â you were chosen for a reason. â
â get up. â
â itâs too late. â
â you canât do this. â
â i thought i might find you here. â
â youâve never had to fight me. â
â itâs over. â
â itâs over. we won/lost. â
â itâs over. you lost. â
â enough! â
â you canât protect any of them. â
â stay here! â
â give me your hand. â
â i canât help you. â
â you canât help me! â
â i canât do this anymore⌠â
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i specifically went to my parentsâ house to get my spider-man dvds and guess what i forgot to get while i was there
i want to say the first thing iâm thinking about changing in my raimiverse is normanâs animosity toward harryâs mom. like damn, insominac!norman is a fuckin simp for his dearly departed emily, i just donât know if i can make that switch.
i can, however, see him recommending harry to âdo what you need to with herâ and then dump her (re: mj) coming from the perspective of a widower who wouldnât want his son to get too attached to anyone only to lose them like he lost emily.
So, Otto and Norman, eh?

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âthe grant agreement you signed has strict safety provisions. this isnât your first violation.â
"It hurts! It hurts!"
Itâs been difficult, proceeding with his plan with Harryâs childhood friend as the guinea pig. Difficult, but not impossible, because Norman had long ago promised himselfâand promised a vulnerable, comatose Harryâthat he would do anything to save him. Anything; and heâd meant it. Turns out that includes subjecting Peter Parker to his torturous experimentation.
But still, when he hears the young manâbarely beyond his boyhood, much like Haroldâcry out in agony, he doesnât have to fake his concern. Dropping his clipboard and letting it clatter to the linoleum floor, Osborn rushes to Parkerâs side, slowing the formulaâs intravenous drip and upping the percentage of the saline buffer. The IV is a hazard, but one heâs been unable to avoid. With Peterâs tolerance to the drug increasing daily, thereâs no other way to keep him anywhere near stable. If he could just figure out the proper dosage curve, factoring in all of the Spiderâs enhanced attributes, this would be a breeze.
But with the formula changing him further, thereâs no real way to map that exponential growth.
âIs that better?â Norman asks after a few moments, giving the newly adjusted ratio of saline-to-drug enter the young manâs system, watching him with a sharp eye for any change.
For a moment, he loses himself in the intensity of his stare, and when he looks down at Peter in the hospital bed, he sees Harry staring back up at him. Moisture wells at his waterline quite suddenly, and Norman ghosts the backs of his curled knuckles from the young manâs temples down past the hollows of his cheeks.
âIâm trying, son. Iâm so sorry itâs taking so long.â
    you  A L L  think iâm the  BAD GUY               ( BUT IâM THE ONLY ONE WHOâS WILLING TO DO WHAT IT TAKES TO SAVE US )
"We are NOT friends." - Otto
âNo.â Normanâs posture stiffens as he draws his arms behind his back, clasping a wrist in the opposite hand. His thumb works circles on the fleshy heel of his palm, restless. âWeâre not.â
Not now; not anymore. Too man things had gotten in the way of their friendship, with Norman himself--and his ambitions--being one of those things. Every bump in the road, every stumbling block has pushed them further and further apart, with Norman typically being the one to veer off into dangerous, morally bankrupt territory. But thatâs not what happened this last time.Â
Octavius is the one with blood on his hands now, and far higher a bodycount than the dozen or so Osborn had amassed in his search for a cure for Emily, and when that failed, Harry. Itâs jarring to see the man whoâd once been his moral compass nosedive from the position heâd been in to the one heâs in now.Â
This prison... As his eyes flicker from Ottoâs face behind the glass to the corridor of cells beyond, his heart sinks steadily. Up until the manâs violence began in earnest, Osborn had harbored no ill-will toward the man; not for years. Heâd wanted to see him succeed, offering him grants and a new position at Oscorp multiple times, all to no avail. But it seems Octavius had let his hatred fester; heâd let it become this ugly, putrid thing, powerful enough to crumble the good man in whom it had spawned.
Itâs truly one of the sadder things the ex-mayor has seen, and heâs seen a great deal of pain, and of suffering.
âBut we were once, as you may recall.â His voice is wistful, gentle in its delivery of those words. Nostalgia isnât practical--it isnât useful to a man driven to progress and climb and conquer--but it is in his nature nonetheless: he misses his old partner. His friend. âOtto, you know you were once my closest friend. Try to deny it all you like, but Iâm sure you felt the same.â

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Shortly after the incident with the Marine, Osborn had separated the last of the four surviving test subjects: a Mr. Rafael Becerra and a Miss Gabriela Delmar. âFor Miss Delmarâs protection,â heâd cooed as heâd watched the post-combustion--and notably uncooperative--veteran be wheeled to another room. One unlikely to catch fire, should the man combust again.
When the commotion of the move dies down, Norman is left alone with the young woman. Sheâs close to Harryâs age--closer than any of the others--so he has an especially heightened interest in what happens to her next.
âMiss Delmar,â Norman begins, his voice taking on a quiet, fatherly tone as he brings a chair to sit near the edge of her hospital bed. âI know what youâve just seen was frightening. But I assure you that you and that brave young man are our top priorities.â
Itâs not a lie, but itâs not a comforting truth either. The mayor has a great deal riding on those two; the fact that theyâve survived this long is exciting news, even given that unexpected--and thoroughly fascinating--spontaneous combustion.
âMy doctors have told me that your vitals have recently undergone a spike similar to the one Mr. Becerra experienced in the hour or so before his-- incident. So I would like very much for your cooperation. Letâs see if we can prevent this from happening to you, shall we?â
That, though... That is a lie. Norman Osborn wants to witness this girl burning; he wants to see it up close and study the lead up, the event itself, and the aftermath. And he wonât leave until that sick curiosity is satisfied.
âWhile Mr. Becerra is doing just fine now--â Heâs doing better than fine, physically; his temperature is still at what should be a lethal high, but heâd somehow levelled out, like his body had accepted that extreme heat as its new baseline. â--the process had to have been traumatizing.â
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âParker.â Normanâs voice booms across the room upon spotting the boy. âWhat luck.â
It can hardly be called luck when heâd called all over the city, looking to pinpoint his sonâs best friend, but he does so anyway. He just wishes he werenât here, at the FEAST center, as his aunt had said. Martin Li likely wouldnât be thrilled to see him here, even it had been decades since their last face-to-face.
With long strides and a confident gait, Osborn meanders through the room, pausing to shake hands with a few of the homeless men and women whoâd gathered at the sound of his familiar voice. But when he gets closer, his mind locks onto Peter, putting everyone and everything else on the backburner. From a pocket in the silk lining of his suit jacket, Osborn pulls a sealed envelope with Peter scrawled on the front of it in Harryâs handwriting--though itâs far messier than his usual script. Not that Norman had noticed.
"One of Harryâs assistants brought this back for you. He wanted it hand-delivered, so. Here I am.âÂ
The mayor chuckles, briefly eyeing the shelter and patting himself on the back. He had, after all, saved Liâs life; if it werenât for him thereâd be no FEAST. His methods may have been messy and rushed, but theyâd been successful.Â
âBut I have to admit,â he says, moving to wrap an arm around the brunetâs shoulders so they can stand as one, side to side. âIâm not just here as my sonâs messenger boy.â Another laugh, full-bodied and loud, as though the thought is utterly ridiculous. âThereâre are a couple of jobs opening up in our biomedical engineering department, and it pays more than double what youâre making now.â
A politicianâs smile--sickly sweet and precise--paints over his expression of singel-minded determination.
âYouâd be an incredible fit, Peter. And if you could manage to convince your... mentor to join you, well.â Norman gives the boyâs shoulder a prodding squeeze. âImagine what the both of you could create with an Oscorp budget.â