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Art with anthro mudwings for my anthro AU. This tribe possible got least love than others and not very popular, forgotten by Tui herself. I think, they deserve more attention in books and other stories. I really like how it turned out on my art. I made them big as they should be.

New artwork for WoF anthro AU, featuring male and female nightwings. More art for anthro AU is incoming. Next will be mudwings

Art for future series arts for WoF anthro-verse. In this AU all dragons are anthropomorphic and much smaller (about 2-3 meters height). This not affects main story anyway ^^ This art feature typical anthro skywing. I think it is first tribe to begin with. Possible there will be anthro versions of our beloved (and hated) characters ^^

Succulent - Kinich

Spiderman AU, where Kinich is Spiderman and you are the Gwen Stacy.

Kinich unknowingly explores the same suspicious temple as you, saves a few Saurians, saves you a few times, confesses his love to you. The basic stuff.

Notes: I have had major Kinich brainrot, especially with the sunflower edits of him on tiktok. So I took it upon myself to make a spiderman AU where he's spiderman! Yay! He's definitely OOC but I tried my hardest so please try to enjoy :3

(P.S. this stuff was written before he was released so this is not cannon!)

You were a simple researcher, wandering into the depths of Natlan. There was some elemental disturbance in some uncharted land underground, not wanting anyone else to get ahead of you, you embarked on your journey alone.

“Maybe I should've hired a mercenary.. Kinich would’ve been great.” you mutter. Kinich, a great mercenary, has such a cold demeanor yet he always stares at you and gives you such a warm gaze. You shake off the thoughts of your tiny crush as you slowly make your way through rough terrain. There were lava geysers all around and a hint of evil in the air, perhaps it was the abyss order.

You carried on, almost slipping into the multiple geysers all around. Thankfully you finally reached a safe point and decided to set up camp, just a simple tent and some traps in case enemies attack.

“Just a simple salad today, I have to preserve the meat for the hardest part of the adventure.” You say to no one aloud. 

You decide to mark down some observations of the cave you're in. So far you haven't come face to face with any enemies which is quite odd for an area with a highly condensed elemental energy. Perhaps someone has come before you. You mark off any important landmarks, different rocks, ancient markings. Sighing, you place your notebook down and shake your sore hand. 

“Time to sleep.” You stand up and stretch before heading into your tent for the night.

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“Log number 18. I've still been searching for the cause of the elemental disturbance. Many enemies have appeared so I've done the reasonable thing and wiped them out. I do see a temple in the distance that radiates high elemental energy, so I will be checking that tomorrow but, right now it's time for me to rest.” Click. Kinich places down his recorder. 

“I’m not even getting paid for this gig. Why am I even doing this?” He sighs, leaning up against a nearby wall. 

See but Kinich knew exactly why, it was because of you. See Kinich had two jobs, one as a mercenary, one as a hero. He was known as Spiderman in Natlan, the way he would effortlessly swing with his grappling hook, and kill enemies of Teyvat as quickly as a black spider. He wore a mask in this identity, nobody knew who he was. Yet as he was weakened from an enemy far too strong and there he laid on the ground. You walked up, and instead of finding out who this mysterious Spiderman was, you kept his mask on, only pulling it high enough to wipe blood off his mouth. From then on he continued to have encounters with you, it always occurred whenever he got injured in battle, you were there by his side to patch up his wounds.

“I still don't even know your name.” Kinich reminisces about the moments spent together. “I'll get rid of this and protect you.” His promise fades away in the giant cave, nobody but himself to see it true. Kinich sets up a small sleeping bag, finally deciding to get some rest.

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“New day, new adventure!” You say, trying to be optimistic. Although the truth is you could be farther from it. The elemental energy feels even more condensed than before, and there's this feeling of impending doom following suit. You quickly pack up your supplies not wanting to waste anymore time on this research trip. 

After what feels like hours, but in reality was probably no longer than 30 minutes, you see a temple in the distance. 

“This…” You stare at it from afar, shocked to even say a single word. The elemental energy that is pouring out from there is outstanding, there is definitely something suspicious going on. This is the first time in this adventure where you had second doubts, you definitely should've hired a mercenary, maybe Kinich. It's far too late for that now you decide as you begrudgingly step towards.

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“These puzzles are definitely different from the ones we see around Natlan, right Ajaw?” Kinich looks at the strange mechanism.

“You really do suck if you can't get us through here. Wanna impress your lover researcher right? Right? Also why are you wearing that stupid mask, nobody is around.” Ajaw teases and questions the poor Kinich as he starts to get pissed.

“One I don't have a lover, two, this is for Natlan’s sake, something you must not understand, and three, I’ve gotten used to wearing it.” Kinich shoos away the now red Ajaw. “Finally figured out how it works though.” As he says that a door that was previously locked opens up.

“I see you've come to stop our plans once again traveler- ergh?!” A flame welding abyss lector pauses mid speech.

“Traveler? Do you mean the blond haired saviour going around helping people?” Kinich asks, recognizing the famous traveler.

“You're kinda totally ruining the plan I had dude.” The abyss lector says in defeat.

“What do you mean ruining the plan, huh!?” Ajaw yells, still upset about earlier.

“Well, the traveler and I were supposed to fight. After all, I totally ran away from our fight last time, heh. Just didn't wanna die you know?” The abyss lector laughs off his misfortune. “Nevermind that now I have to kill you, after all I can't have you leaking our information out and about.”

“Let's win this Kinich!” Ajaw says, trying to pump up his dear servant.

“Whatever you say I guess.” Kinich responds.

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“These puzzles.. They're complete, someone had to have been here before.” You conclude. When you arrived at the temple you saw numerous doors open. There were many unfamiliar marks covering the temple head to toe, you only recognize a few as abyss symbols. Through careful observation you notice an odd placing brick on the wall, not wanting to inspect it with your own hands, you opt for a nearby stick. You take a deep breath in and push against the suspicious brick, allowing a secret passage downwards to open. 

“Thank god that wasn't a trap.” You breathe a sigh of relief.

After finishing writing down all the information you need about this current room you decide to explore this secret passage, it's basically just a bunch of stairs leading downwards.

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“Shit you're one slippery guy, and what the hell is with that skill you're seriously like a spider.” The flame bearing abyss lector complains, definitely aggravated from the injuries inflicted on him.

“Yeah I tend to go by Spiderman, don't let the name wear out.” Kinich says, quickly using his skill to cover his eyes with his grapple, reducing his eyesight.

While covering the abyss lector’s eyes he uses a secondary grappling hook to start to spin himself, effectively wrapping the enemy up. 

“You damned brat! You'll pay for this!” The abyss lector yells while using his pyro skills, effectively destroying the web like wire that blocked his vision and disabled his movement.

“Too bad you weren't paying attention.” Kinich mutters, slicing his claymore against the back of the abyss lector, leading to its defeat.

“Ajaw, find anything of interest on his body, I'm going to check this machinery out.” Kinich orders Ajaw around, to which Ajaw complains but compiles.

In this room there's multiple computers showing different results, many different files of interest, and… a tube? Leading to where. Kinich is left to wonder. He takes a closer look at the tube to see a purple substance flow through it.

“Ajaw, find out where this tube leads, we'll switch jobs.” Kinich says, shoving Ajaw away from the flame abyss lector's body.

“Meh meh meh meh. Mr. Bossy-pants.” Ajaw mocks but goes right to finding where the location of the purple substance is coming from.

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“I should've turned around.” You can't help but complain. You had been walking down these stairs for god knows how long, with barely any light, and no clue if there's enemies at the bottom.

“I'm so dead aren't I.” You cry. In the middle of you trying to accept your fate you see a brighter light. Hopeful that it's the bottom you pick up your pace only to be met face to face with, prison cells?

There were glass cells, no, chambers filled with Saurians, a purple substance being sucked out and pushed into a hole in the middle of the room. You take careful steps forward, heartbroken, shocked at the sight you're seeing. The dragon's that inhabit the lands of Natlan, being sucked dry of their elemental energy. This has to be the work of the abyss order, you conclude. You look at the seemingly bottomless pit in the middle of the room. 

“This is… despicable. How could they do this to innocent creatures?” You mutter, looking down into the pit with sadness.

“Oh? What's my number one fan doing here?” A familiar voice echoes in front of you.

“Ah, Spiderman-!?” You look up only to be met face to face with an upside down Spiderman.

“I'm not surprised you're here, but why are you here alone? You don't have a vision so this place is draining you of your energy.” A slight bit of concern covers Spiderman's voice.

“I had to explore. This cave was uncharted and I wanted to resolve this issue as soon as possible.” You answer his question, “Not to mention you're hurt yourself. When did this happen?” He just scratches the back of his head.

“Just had a fight just now I'm alright though. Had to win to see you once again.” Spiderman admits. “It looks like I'll have to have another fight though. Please stay back alright.” He says while pulling down his mask, just enough to show his mouth. He moves forwards enough to give you a light kiss against your lips. He gives you a smile before putting his mask back on and jumping right into the fight.

You stand there for a few seconds processing what just happened. Not only did the Spiderman just say he wanted to see you again, but he also just kissed you? You hear the noise of abyss mages getting hurt and remember what Spiderman told you to do, so you try to walk over to the other side, away from the fighting.

You watch in awe as the amazing Spiderman uses his webs to his advantage, dodging the attacks from abyss mages and using them to weaken the shields so he can do heavy damage with his claymore. You’re so enamored by his performance you don’t realize how close to the edge of the pit you get too.

“Finally done with these abyss mages.” Kinich mutters, turning to you only to see you dangerously close to the edge, with abyss mages behind you. “Watch out-!” Kinich tries to call out to you but it’s too late, the abyss mages push you into the pit.

Kinich is quick to react, quickly using his grappling hook to connect and grab you, which ends successfully. Only problem now? He had two electro abyss mages in front of him, his grappling hook unusable at the moment. The panic that Spiderman was going to lose his battle, and someone he holds close to his heart.

No, he thinks. He can’t let it happen again, he can’t. The few times Kinich opened his heart it was left broken, with the death of his father and now soon to be you. He can start to feel his arms weaken and-

“How did you beat me here!?” A scream comes from up top. Kinich’s eyes open in surprise, then his lips curve into a small smile.

“Ajaw, could you please get these mages out of their shields, I need to get our friend out of this pit.” He orders, no, commands Ajaw, to which he slowly complies. Ajaw begins to attack the abyss mages, holding his own as Kinich quickly pulls you up to the top, hoping you were still alive in his grappling hook. 

“It’s funny really, I don’t understand why a simple researcher like you caught my eye.” Kinich mumbles to himself seeing your body appear from the purple smoke filled pit. Admittedly Kinich was scared out of his mind when you weren’t moving, but a simple pulse check let him know that you weren’t dead, but unconscious. A huge wave of relief flooded Kinich knowing you were safe. That’s when he swiftly grabbed his claymore which he had disregarded and landed the final attack on the abyss mages.

“We’ll report this to the warriors in Natlan. They’ll free the surviving Saurians.” Ajaw suggests which Kinich agrees.

Kinich reaches up and removes his mask, his face covered with scratches, blood, and sweat. Yet even so, he smiles warmly knowing that you were safe.

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Your head is spinning. You can’t see anything. You’re asleep. You have to just wake up. Wake up.

“Ugrh.” You groan, slowly opening your eyes to a recovery room. “Where am I?” You manage to speak out loud.

“You’re awake! I’m glad. See Kinich here found you in a temple and apparently you were all passed out, if he were later you might’ve died.” The doctor explains to you. Kinich? He found you but the only one who was at the temple with you was- oh. 

You quickly sit up surprising Kinich and the doctor who was at your side. You smile, “Thank you for the update doctor, but I need to speak with Kinich alone, if that’s alright.” You say weakly, nonetheless the doctor understands and leaves the two of you to your business.

“So, you’re Spiderman.” You state, waiting for him to deny, after all it can’t be true the the mercenary Kinich can also be the amazing Spider-

“Yeah.” He answers. Your thoughts pause, you freeze, and you just stare at him in shock.

“Why?” You ask, and he just tilts his head in confusion. “Why would you tell me your secret? I'm just a regular researcher, I don’t even have a vision.” You question, confused on why he would reveal his identity.

“It’s simple. Out of every fan I meet, you’re the only face I can remember, if I see you in a crowd I always tend to go into that direction. I may not even know your name but you show me with such care despite not knowing who I am.” Kinich confesses, a slight blush covering his cheeks.

“It’s right to be nice to everyone, even unknown identities.” You say.

“I guess you’re right, so will you humour me for a while and go on a date with me?” He asks you, looking at you with a warm gaze and a loving smile.

This is Cyanide, who is a Plaguebringer hybrid- who used to be on SCAR’S side. His mom is (I still need to make her lolololo) and his dad is Vx who is related to Scar. He might look all threatening with his long teeth and his tall stature, but he’s honestly a sweet guy. He’s an older teenager who hangs out with others of the same age in a rogue unit. He’s always enjoyed company, whether it’s talking about his interests or doing wellness checks on the people around him, he’s always felt like it was the right thing to do because you never know who’s suffering and how. Well, until they tell you. Now he’s been the one telling others how he feels instead of bottling it up and letting it ruin him. Other ways he’s come up with to keep bad things at bay is to run every morning. This often leads into hunts of capybara or any critter he stumbles upon, which he usually gives the recently killed meat to his newfound and close friends. Nothing like a breakfast in bed! On the topic of beds he loves weaving things for his friends- hammocks, pillows, and other essentials. You can say it’s a small hobby of his, or a demonstration of how much he cares about being generous, about giving back to people. He feels like he took so much from his family, but he felt that it was necessary to leave his old life behind and start a new one. You can sometimes see him ruminating on past actions, peering at his old uniform. The uniform his dad tailored just for him, that spiked pauldron his mom bought, the badge his uncle bestowed upon him. He could probably still use his comm badge. But then they’d find him and bring him back to a life he wishes to forgive himself for living. All those people. They died by his teeth, by his claws- sure they were ordered by the people he was closest to but it still wasn’t right. He should have stood up for what he believes. He wants to instill that strong sense of belief in others, like his friends. He wants to show them they can go beyond their instincts, beyond their programming. But at the same time; he’s still figuring out how to eat zombie meat rather than fresher kills. How can he lead them to a better future when he’s still struggling with the urge to kill? How can he lie to them like that? I mean, for a decent amount of time he was able to choke down those horrid undead creatures but he couldn’t take that meat in anymore. It’s like his own body wouldn't allow for that rotten meat to go down. He must have gotten used to always having a full belly, he never starved as a child- always had something to eat; jerky bags, honey his father made and his mom’s hunts she usually brought in- alive. She’d teach him ‘the skills of hunting! Of killing your morsels before you ate them, out of respect which is the least you can give to your meal. All that stuff he remembered; All that stuff he was taught which feels so double edged. He can’t deny he misses his cousins and uncle and aunt in some fashion, and especially his brother and sister. He’d been wanting to teach them the ways of hunting like mom, like dad taught him, all those late night prowls feeling yourself and the environment around you. Your antennae flick at the movement of a potential meal. Will you strike or let it live to another day? Those are questions Cyanide just thought about, it wasn’t deep. It was yes and no, not a blurred line. Everything's so blurred to him and the only way to live is through seeing others happy, he feels like he can’t have that happiness himself. 

A few misc facts about him

He has toxic breath which depending on what he eats will just knock you out or be fatal. If he hyperventilates a bunch of people are going to get knocked out lol. He smells like mustard or burning lime, depending on toxicity levels. Lime is mild, burning lime will knock you out, mustard smell is death.

He’s pretty tall, like 13 feet. That’s because his dad’s a Goliath and his mom is a hybrid like him. So ¾ goliath ¼ normal model.

He’s got thick armor, it’s really hard to penetrate but it’s also heavy- he doesn’t really fly much especially since that makes him hongry. But he does enjoy flying.

Me who has been doing art but forgetting to post it. Here's a piece! She's a completely new character unlike paper to digital sort of thing. She's a gym teacher who's genuinely nice but not innocent either. A good chunk of gym teachers are stereotyped as dumb and so I made her also a strategist. She will teach you physical and mental strength lol. If you slack in her class though, don't expect anything good.

My friend's Blog: https://www.tumblr.com/corrupted-ciphers

This character's name is Hemophilia and usually has a bunch of blood on em, but IDK how finicky Tumblr is with blood so imma just post this version. Hemophilia isn't my character, belongs to a friend. I helped with the design though I guess.

Edit: aaaaaa! I made a mistake on the first one lol- now it's solved. A little.

Hello! I'm not dead, it's just finals week in school.

EHEHHEHEHe Reptiles = 0.

Like fingernails, this cat's whiskers will grow forever, the ends falling away as they burn to a crisp. There is one species of fire cat, but depending on the temperature they rank from Ember cats to Solarius Cats. This is an ember cat, if it was more colorful it would be a fire cat. I wished the fire had a more orange glow. This is a new piece I have done = 0.

A flower shouldered fox, one of my species for the Calamity AU.

An assortment of Dragon photos.

Это не так шикарно как в позах, но это не плохо. Считайте альт.версия, где Цекел-Кан смог сбежать от Картесса, прибыв уже в Испанию, но поплатился глазам (знаю, банально) Мысль 1 не дала уснуть "Если б было продолжение, то каким бы он был?" переживала больше за жреца, хотела чтобы он выжил. Вот в моей версии он жив. На этот раз жаждет отомстить проходимцам, вернуться в город с новыми силами и вернуть обычаи

Если мне это идея дальше будет нравится, то буду обновлять

A bundle of Jamie art.

I love adding alt text to this, it's a fun feature!

For right now and until I'm caught up with the art quality today I'm going to post art that is posted on Deviantart randomly. Maybe a piece by piece, or a 'huddle' of art which has a similar theme like Subnautica. The title of the work is "Rays of Ambition".

I love those pop-up cards.

Here's a more recent art! I did it this Wednesday. Tried some new fur brushes. It's a Snowstalker from Subnautica Below Zero.

Welcome welcome! I came here from the whole Deviantart A.I. stuff and would now like to switch Tumblr as my main art website I use. This is my mascot character, well a very old artwork of her XD. She's a Fan character for one of my favorite games which is: Terraria with a mod called "Calamity". I have my own little Alternate Universe I made, so she lives there. I have added new species, a little timeline, and more! I'm hesitant to share everything lore wise because I would really love to make a story and books but I'm not the greatest writer and get writer's block easily- other than the fact some sentences look terrible or don't flow right. I am doing a redesign of her but I do not know when that will be done- and I post without a schedule really. If I have something I might post it, but then there's cringework I wouldn't like to share. So I may share backstory and such. Who knows?

“Good morning, Peter. How’s your morning going?” asked a gray-haired lady as she walked through the door of the coffee shop.

“Oh, good morning, Mrs. Hudson! You know how Mondays are here. But how about you? How’s your husband?” replied the brown-haired boy as he prepared a coffee with enviable ease. Practically everyone in the neighborhood knew how clumsy Peter Sykes could be, but they also knew that, when it came to his coffee shop, his usual clumsiness was completely left behind.

“Oh, you know how Henry is. He keeps refusing to use a cane. The other day, he nearly fell down the stairs because of his limp. I swear to God, Peter, I don’t know what I’m going to do with that man,” Mrs. Hudson complained as she sat in one of the chairs by the café counter. “But tell me about you, dear. How are you and little Harry doing?”

It had been five years since Peter arrived in this small neighborhood in Glasgow with his nephew Harry in tow. The move had been unexpected, but the young man, barely 21 at the time, adapted quickly. The change had been drastic for both of them, but over time, they had earned the affection of the neighbors.

“Well… I think we’re going through a bit of a phase,” Peter said, rubbing his eyes as a trace of exhaustion appeared on his face.

Mrs. Hudson felt a pang of sympathy for the young man. Peter looked so young and seemed to have gone through so much. He was only 24 and was already practically a single father while running his own business.

“Is that so?” Mrs. Hudson asked curiously.

“Do you remember that hedgehog plush Daisy gave him?”

“The one that sings that funny song when you pull the string?”

“That’s the one. Harry keeps pulling the string and laughing every single time as if it were the first time… but I think I’m going to lose my mind if I hear it one more time.”

“Don’t be silly, dear. Kids always have a toy or a song they cling to. It’s normal.”

“I’m not saying it isn’t normal, Mrs. Hudson. I’m just saying I’m sick of that song.”

“I’m sure Harry will move on from that song sooner than you think, dear,” she said with a compassionate smile.

“He will if that toy miraculously stops working…” Peter sighed and then gave a crooked smile. “Although I can’t blame him. The song used to make me laugh at first, too.”

"Harry, isn't this your father?" - asked mj who was holding a polaroid in his hand

- What? Let me see

Harry took the polaroid Mj was holding, his father didn't seem to be older than him in the photo, Norman was smiling without looking at the camera, it wasn't a cruel or trusting smile.

Harry did not think he had ever seen his father smile like that, Norman Osborn seemed genuinely happy, Harry looked in a corner of the photo, it did not take him long to recognize the handwriting of his father, there it was written "the best day of my life"

— I wonder what would have happened for Dad to stop looking so happy — thought Harry.

— HEY GUYS, HERE ARE MORE PHOTOS! — Peter called as he held a box in his arms

Amnesic Goblin AU

AU where the cure for Norman is not dashed from the Goblin, instead it causes him amnesia.

At first Norman really thought that the Goblin disappeared, until one night while Norman was in his office he heard the Goblin's voice again, although Goblin no longer sounded like he was full of anger and resentment against the world instead it sounded confused and even somewhat... Afraid?

— who are you? — Norman looked at his reflection in pure panic, but all he saw was his reflection with a confused look and a pointing finger.

— You do not know who I am? — Norman asked, the reflection of him in the mirror shaking her head.

— No, I don't, because you look like me? —The Goblin sounded confused, nothing like how Norman remembered him.

— Do you know who you are? — Norman asked, waiting for the other to answer, goblin was silent for a while, but finally spoke.

-No...

Things that happen in the AU

At first Goblin is very nosy coming forward at inopportune moments or asking Norman questions about something he thought, these things used to put Norman in trouble, but over the months Norman and Goblin learned to live with each other.

They have problems like the fact that neither of them knows everything Goblin did, only being able to rely on what the diaries say, or what Goblin said to Norman before he lost his memory.

In this AU Norman came back to his universe before the final battle against Peter, so Peter doesn't know that Norman is the Green Goblin and he doesn't plan to tell him anytime soon.

Norman destroyed everything he had to do with the Green Goblin, except for the glider, since both Norman and Goblin like to fly in it.

The AU mainly explores the life of Norman and Goblin once they have returned to their universe and how they both adapt to this second chance, he how Norman deals with the fact that at some point in time after his death Otto suffered the accident which left him with four actuators attached to his spine and he as Norman has no idea how much time he has to avoid that and he how to avoid it. While goblin deals with flashbacks of the past and how he really has no idea who he was before or if he really wants to know what he was like before.

Imagine if Ambrosius Osborn attended Norman's college graduation and got close to Norman, I think something like this would happen.

Ambrosius: You're finally going to get somewhere, Norman, make sure you bring honor to the Osborn name.

*Goblin comes forward*

Goblin: take his name out of your mouth!!

Otto and Curt notice what is happening and approach Norman, they are both much taller than Ambrosius and they look angry.

Rosie grabs the goblin's hand and pulls him away from Ambrosius, if either of them noticed a few tears forming in the goblin's eyes, neither of them mentioned it.

In short, I imagine Norman/Goblin singing this and for some reason if this were to take place in college, the idea would only be more attractive

I need to mention that I think the one who would be on the other side of the door would be Otto.

I made this drawing of Otto and Norman and I think I could do more, you know like little polaroids showing things that happened during their years at University, maybe I could even put some little story under the drawing, you are welcome to try to create the story behind the photo and send me images on which to base myself to make other of these polaroid drawings

idea for an AU that I just had and which I probably won't delve into but here it is, green goblin is a thief recognized worldwide for stealing the most expensive works of art in the world just to demonstrate the poor security of the places that protect them, the Dr.Otto Octavius ​​and his partner agent Peter Parker try to catch him after he stole the Mona Lisa

Oooh I'm curious about your au, how did norman and otto reacted when they found out their wives are alive??

Well, for starters, they don't find out that both are alive at the same time, first they find out that Emily is alive and after they heal the lizard and it becomes curt again, they find out that Rosie is alive, since Curt recognized Otto and Norman and he was the one who put them in context about some things that had changed in this universe

Norman's reaction is mostly relief because he had been concerned that if there was a Harry Osborn in this universe the boy would be an orphan, but when he saw Emily next to a 6-year-old Harry during an oscorp presentation, Norman was relieved that his son was not alone and because he knew that Emily would be much better raising Harry than he had been, he also cried a little because Emily had been his best friend before they got married and it was a relief to see the happy and healthy one, you found the last memory that norman had of her which was ill emily wanting to say goodbye to a little harry

On the other hand Otto doesn't take it as well as Norman, he cries a lot, he cries everything he didn't cry when he was under the influence of the AI, he goes to where rosie lives and sees her through a window sees how this rosie she looks happy note how she seems to have a certain normality in her life and otto doesn't want to ruin that, so otto makes the decision that rosie will never find out about his existence, otto takes a long time to get over his rosie's death, and even more time to mentalize about the fact that the rosie of this universe is not her rosie, that she had 11 years to accept the death of otto, while otto has only had a few months to accept the 180 degree turn that his life gave, during all of that norman was a great support for otto, essentially being the pillar that kept otto from completely collapsing

(It must be said that the idea that rosie does not discover the existence of Otto does not last long just like emily does not discover the existence of Norman)