#Nygmobblepot rocks

[soadscrawl]

ms riddlebirdz lol

[theriddlersunderwear]

Barbara, she's funny as hell.

Nygmobblepot. I love Oswald and Edward separately, they're even better together.

I'm a sucker for season 2. Good action and characters, everyone was still generally happy

OSWALD OSWALD OSWALD OSWALD

Tabitha. Just look what she did to Gertrud.

Probably Edward. I am also wildly neurodivergent and queen

The scene where Oswald rubs Fish's feet is super uncomfortable. I'd just make it a shoulder massage or something

Theo Galavan, he's one of the few characters that seems truly evil

Oswald x Jerome. It's just weird

Team Cobblepot

UUUGGH. Hugo Strange.

Minor? Um. Gertrud.

Butch.

The one where Oswald kills Isabella (can't remember the name). That whole story line seemed dumb.

Oswald of course

The show is over now. And I'm not well versed in DC.

Isabella

Edward, Oswald, Jerome, Jeremiah, Barbara, Victor

NYGMOBBLEPOT KISS

"All it takes is one bad day."

Why didn't Oswald just TELL Jim about Gertrud in the first place? Friends tell each other things.

Oswald telling Edward that he did it for love.

I honestly can't think of anything rn

Cameron Monaghan

Either Jervis and Johnathan running from Harvey, or Victor pupeteering the severed head

I honestly can't remember her name, but Barbara's actress

Tabitha gloating to Oswald about Gertrud's imprisonment, all while Oswald can't even let himself get mad

"The suit is for rock climbing."

Young Ivy Pepper

Overall? I think Enemy by Imagine Dragons or Happy Face by Jagwar Twin. I would change the theme each season

[spacedoutrosie]

My Ed Nygma / Riddler playlist for ppl with classic rock/alt taste in music, in no particular order

some songs have nygmobblepot undertones and some are Vibes Alone™️

based mostly on gotham version of ed 💚

Bad Boy - Sha Na Na

The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine Anymore - Frankie Valli

Not For Me - Bobby Darrin

Girls Just Want to Have Fun - Cyndi Lauper

Sex With A Ghost - Teddy Hyde

Closer to the Bone - Louis Prima (& Keely Smith)

I Want To Be Evil - Eartha Kitt

Every Breath You Take - The Police

Obsessed With You - The Orion Experience

Stalker's Tango - Autoheart

Murder By Numbers - The Police

Locomotive Breath - Jethro Tull

Babooshka - Kate Bush

Girl Anachronism - The Dresden Dolls

Turn Into Earth - The Yardbirds

you should see me in a crown - Billie Eilish

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked - Cage the Elephant

Verbatim - Mother Mother

I Can't Decide - Scissor Sisters

The Dismemberment Song - Blue Kid

The Fine Print - The Stupendium

Cabinet Man - Lemon Demon

It's Alright - Mother Mother

Twilight Time - The Platters

Puttin' on the Ritz - Fred Astaire (1952)

The Red Means I Love You - Madds Buckley

American Beauty/American Psycho - Fall Out Boy

2econd 2ight 2eer - Will Wood

Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Tears for Fears

I Fought The Law - The Clash

Killer - The Hoosiers

Psycho Killer - Talking Heads

Creep - Radiohead

Hayloft - Mother Mother

Hayloft II - Mother Mother

No Roots - Alice Merton

Farmer Refuted - Hamilton

[coloredsnowo]

GIRL (nb) YOU FOLLOW ME??? I REMEMBER SEEING SOME OF YOUR NYGMOBBLEPOT ART MONTHS AGO DKSBDKS YOUR ART FUCKING ROCKS BELIEVE ME

JEHEJEJEJDJD OH MY GOD TY 😭😭😭 BRO IVE BEEN FOLLOWING U FOR LIKE 6 MONTHS BC I THOUGHT UR ART WAS SUPER CUTE

[krokodilsredimudil]

Welcome traveler. May I interest you in some shitposts?

This is a welcome post for anyone who wanders in here. I'm Daria / Manticorushka ( tiny Manticore).

I interact from @karabas-zhirobas.

@cyberbabka side blog for film aesthetic/screencaps

I post about my current obsessions: Stranger Things, Fringe, the X-files, classic horrors, movies from the 70s-80s-90s.

I watch and screencap A LOT of movies.

Once in a while I make magazine collages.

Featured posts (Stranger things, Gotham, collages) below:

Stranger things posts: - #thirddufferbrothering (movie/TV show parallels)

Stranger things and the Twilight Zone(1959)

Stranger things - The Pumaman (1980)

Stranger things - Halloween III: Season of the witch (1982)

Stranger things - The Poltergeist trilogy (1982, 1986, 1988)

Stranger things - The Philadelphia experiment (1984)

Stranger things - Total Recall (1990)

Stranger things - Goodfellas (1990)

Stranger things - The good son (1993)

Stranger things - 12 monkeys (1995)

Stranger things - Twister (1996)

Stranger things - Mimic (1997)

Stranger things - Event Horizon (1997)

Stranger things - Fallen (1998)

Stranger things -Magnolia (1999)

Stranger things - Ravenous (1999)

Stranger things - Never been kissed (1999)

Stranger things - Unbreakable (2000) parallels

Stranger things - The Cell (2000)

Stranger things - Donnie Darko (2001) (part 1 cinematography, scenes)

Stranger things - Donnie Darko (2001) (part 2 plot)

Stranger things - Minority Report (2002)

Stranger things - Spider (2002)

Stranger things - Dreamcatcher (2003)

Stranger things - Unleashed / Danny the Dog (2005)

Stranger things - Fringe (2008-2013)

Stranger things - Unborn (2009)

Stranger things - Scooby Doo Mystery Incorporated (2010-2013)

Stranger things - the Cabin in the Woods (2011)

Stranger things - Source code (2011)

Stranger things - Stoker (2013)

Stranger things - the Guest (2014)

Stranger things - Hidden (2015) by the Duffer Brothers

Stranger things - Fast Color (2018)

*bolded posts are heavily referenced movies/important

- Other:

orgoatpassantsable (byler won't write itself) is not a ST writer + proof

Will Byers / the Duffer Brothers in their childhood

What to watch while waiting for s5: the Duffers' other films

Gotham posts (#gotham posting):

- Movie/art parallels:

Edward Nygma is a character inspired by Alfred Hitchcock's movies

Isabella is the plot of Alfred Hitchcock's Vertigo

Ed killing Kristen - Ivan the Terrible and his son Ivan

Gotham - the Godfather parallels

Gotham - 28 days later parallels

Gotham - Judge Dredd parallels

- Flower analysis series:

Carmine Falcone and asters

Ed Nygma, Kristen and lisianthus

Gertrud Kapelput and lilies

Gertrud/Elijah and white lilies

Oswald Cobblepot and purple tulips

Isabella/Ed, Oswald/Ed and dried roses

- Nygmobblepot parallels and analysis:

Nygmobblepot - Ed/Kristen (flirting)

Nygmobblepot - Ed/Kristen + Falcone/Liza

Nygmobblepot - Ed/Kristen (scenes in Ed's apartment)

Nygmobblepot - Butch/Fish

Oswald, Ed, Oswald's mother and the concept of love: is it really their greatest weakness?

Edward Nygma: Gertrud’s substitute, Butch’s rival and Oswald’s lover (s3 ep5)

Oswald/Edward: courage (s3 ep6 | s5 ep11)

Nygmobblepot - Butch/Tabitha + Barbara

- Other:

Iconic script lines

Isabella's apartment analysis

Who is Isabella? A tale of Hugo Strange’s creations: Bruce’s clone and Isabella parallels

Other shows and movies:

Fringe easter eggs

Fringe - the X files (the Dreamland) parallels

Retro-futuristic magazine collages:

Brainworm

Per aspera ad astra

The Surfer's Guide to the Galaxy

Real estate up-to-date

Head over lips

Survival is a must / Is it Bali yet?

On the outskirts of reality

Retro-futuristic magazine Classic Doctor Who-related collages:

Under a gray moon in Machu Picchu (mondasian cybermen)

Togetherness (Dodo and Steven)

Rocking that village (Zarbi)

Can you give us a lift to Brighton, please? (Jamie, Zoe)

To the hard drive and back (The Fourth Doctor, Alpha Centauri)

Generation gap (The First Doctor, Yeti)

Once in Time and Space (Tardis)

Adventures of the Doctor (The Fourth Doctor, Romana)

Other edits:

Third/Delgado!Master edit

River/Doctor, Missy/Master edit

Missy/Master + Missy/Master [2]

the Twelfth Doctor collage

The Unicorn and the Wasp

the Tenth Doctor

Dream team s10

Bill + Twelve adventures

Whatever this is

Twelve as Hypnos

Forgotten Dr Who enemies

Dirk Gently Pararibulitis edit

Dirk Gently Bart edit

The Thirteenth Doctor edit

Thirteen + classic enemies

Thirteen edit

Tower of God Shibisu valentine cards

[littlepatchalchemist]

A bunch of silly Gotham comics. In terms of the penguin rocks fact, check up Gentoo penguins and you’ll find it.

[novacorn]

I see that Oswald was getting in touch with his punk side in John Wick 3

[sunaddicted]

bury a friend has nygmobblepot vibes

[merry-andrews]

Ok I tried 'punk fashion' this week(I should confess I was looking for a good style for nygmobblepot punk au)and well..these are results!

[alfhildr-the-word-weaver]

As promised, here is the Nygmobblepot fanmix I mostly put together this fall. (See the end of the post for links.) I’ve come across a few very nice fanmixes for them, but not a lot of the ones I found had rock music, and since Nygmobblepot is such a hard rock sort of couple I felt like the need to make a more rock-heavy playlist for them. (Plus, it’s just the sort of music I listen to most often, and so these are the songs that come to mind for me.)

I focused mainly on their season 3 arc, especially the angst. I tried to put the songs in a sort of narrative order, so it starts out with songs that are a bit more focused on their love; Lydia is meant as the turning point where the Isabella murder happens and things start heading south, and the songs thereafter are more focused on their darker dynamic in the latter part of season 3 (though they’re all on the dark side; this is meant to be an angsty playlist). Not every song precisely follows this arc; Bloodfeather, for example, leans towards that darker side of things, but it also fits them so well that I wanted to open the playlist with it. I think it works as echoing the foreshadowing of their relationship in season 2 as well. 

1. *Bloodfeather by Highly Suspect: “In the name of love, I’ll follow you. And if my body’s dead and cold I died for you; in the name of love I’d kill for you.” “You’re fatal but I love who you are. Be my death or my forever; you’re my little bloodfeather.” (Our Penguin does tend to get his feathers bloodied... Granted, that’s not what a bloodfeather is, but the image does fit.)

2. Song 3 by Stone Sour: “If you take a step towards me, you will take my breath away, so I’ll keep you close and keep my secrets safe. No one else has ever loved me, no one else has ever tried, never understood how much I could take. There’s a darkness down inside me that I know we’ll both enjoy. Did I save you? 'Cause I know you saved me too.” 

3. I’m Not Alright by Shinedown: “All messed up and slightly twisted. Am I sick or am I gifted? Maybe it’s me, I'm just crazy; maybe I like that I’m not alright.” (Honestly this one fits Gotham in general--”all dressed up in a white straight jacket” is actually a very Jerome line--but I figured I probably wasn’t going to get around to making a general Gotham playlist and it suits Nygmobblepot’s mutual madness, I think.)

4. Little Monster by Royal Blood: “Hey little monster, where’ve you been hiding, and can I come this time? Heartache to heartache, I’m your wolf, I’m your man. I say run little monster, before you learn who I am.” 

5. Glycerine by Bush: “We live in a wheel where everyone steals, but when we rise it's like strawberry fields. I treated you bad; you bruised my face. Couldn't love you more, you’ve got a beautiful taste. It could have been easier on you, I couldn't change though I wanted to. Should’ve been easier by three; our old friend fear and you and me.” 

6. Possum Kingdom by Toadies: “I’m not gonna lie. I'll not be a gentleman. Behind the boathouse I'll show you my dark secret... Do you wanna die?” (I’ve heard and thought of many interpretations for this strange, dark love song, but somehow or another, they all seem to fit Nygmobblepot.)

7. *Lydia by Highly Suspect: “I am the hungry shark, fast and merciless. But the only girl that could talk to him just couldn't swim, tell me what's worse than this. Your eyes alive in pain, black tears don't hide in rain, and I tied you to the tracks; when I turned around, I heard the sound, I hit the ground, I know there's no turning back.” (It’s particularly interesting how Oswald circuitously killed Isabella with railroad tracks, echoing the old mustache-twirling villain trope of tying the damsel to the train tracks that this song also references. Although if Isabella had had the presence of mind to realize that even if her breaks were out, her steering wheel was still working, she probably wouldn’t be dead, but that’s a rant for another day.)

8. I Only Lie When I Love You by Royal Blood: (the title says most of it but) “Go ahead, pull the plug; broken finger, sticky trigger, now I can't get it off my chest... you know I’m up to something.”

9. Roll Me Under by Stone Temple Pilots: “Do you believe in something beautiful between chaos and the light?” (harks back to their earlier romance, but) “Roll me under, I'll pull the trigger for you. Do with me what you will. Hold me under, the water running over...” (harks forward to the first dock scene. Really I could’ve put this later in the mix but I also put it here to keep the hard/soft balance of the songs cycling back and forth just for auditory balance. Narratively it probably should’ve been #11.)

10. *House on Fire by Rise Against: “I’m in over my head and she's a high tide that keeps pushing me away. I thought we would build this together, but everything I touch just seems to break. Am I your sail or your anchor? Am I the calm or the hurricane?” “Till then I’ll hold you like a hand grenade. You touch me like a razor blade. I wish there was some other way, but no. Like a house on fire, we’re up in flames. I’ll burn here if that’s what it takes.”

11. Disarm by the Smashing Pumpkins: “Disarm you with a smile. Cut you like you want me to. The killer in me is the killer in you, my love. I used to be a little boy; so old in my shoes.” 

12. Say You’ll Haunt Me by Stone Sour: “I will give you everything to... say you'll never die, you'll always haunt me. I want to know I belong to you; say you'll haunt me. Little soft pulses in my dead, little souvenirs of secrets shared, little off guard and unprepared.” (Basically Ed to Oswald in s3e15.)

13. Let it Die by the Foo Fighters: “Did you ever think of me? You’re so considerate. Hearts gone cold and your hands were tied; why’d you have to go and let it die?” (To clarify, I don’t by any means want to suggest that the ship is dead by ending my playlist on this note; I still have hope for Nygmobblepot in season 5, and if nothing else I think season 4 very clearly showed that the ship didn’t die for good in season 3. I just love how powerful and raw Dave Grohl’s voice is at the end of this song and I wanted to let it linger, to let that sound be the note this playlist ended on. Like I said, it’s an angsty playlist.)

Here are links to the playlists. I made two because the songs I’ve marked with an asterisk all have the f-word in them; in the case of House on Fire, it’s only once, but it’s several times in Bloodfeather. If you’re alright with that, here is the playlist with the original, uncensored songs. 

If you would prefer clean versions, here is a version of the same playlist with clean versions of those three songs. 

Fun fact: there was no clean version of House on Fire by Rise against on youtube, so I made my own using a handy editing trick. I probably could also have made better versions of the clean edits of the two Highly Suspect songs (no offence to the original editors but they’re not perfectly smooth and Bloodfeather has a weird gap at the end) but I decided it wasn’t worth the effort. If you would like me to make different edits of those, though, let me know and I’d consider it. I should perhaps also mention that Possum Kingdom does use the name of Jesus, but as long as you read the singer’s request as sincere it’s not taking it in vain. But, I do admit that it could be interpreted that way, for the sake of fair warning. 

So, I hope you enjoy this dark, angsty, rocking season 3 Nygmobblepot playlist! Here’s to hopefully some great Nygmobblepot scenes in season 5.

[roguepythia]

It was a SQUEAKY TOY! !! The gun Ed used to threaten Oswald was a squeaky toy! The pharmacist throws it at Ed and it freaking squeaks when it hits him! OMG! I love this show!

I can’t find it now but someone after last weeks ep pointed out the line down butt of the gun. I wondered if maybe it was an inferior prop, but damn, with this production team I should have known something was up! Applause to them for running that gag through two eps!

But like, what did Ed hope to accomplish with a fake ‘squeaky toy’ gun!?!?! My little shipper heart says he just couldn’t stay away from his Ozzie.

[fourdollarwords]

Tag Game - Tag People You Want To Know Better

got tagged by @yuusaris because she's not sick of me talking about myself yet. ;)

Favourite time of the year: Fall. I love sweaters. I love soup. I love the orange color of the leaves. I love Halloween. I love the chill in the air and curling up in a blanket with my kitty. I love it all.

Comfort foods: Meatloaf, chicken pot pie, things that are hearty and make me feel cozy.

Do you collect anything: I used to have a bitching rock collection. I gave it to another kid when I went away to college. I hope he loved it as much as I did. I've kinda started collecting crystals again, so keeping that. And I should probably list my art prints. I get so many every time I go to a con. <3

Favourite drink: Mountain Dew - Thrashed Apple. Since I stopped drinking alcohol my sugar cravings have gone up, and they were already pretty high. Plus this tastes almost exactly like an appletini, which was one of my favorite drinks.

Favourite music artists: Halestorm probably. I've seen her in concert more than once. And Bare Naked Ladies. I actually traveled to see them in concert. In general though I'm really bad with musical artists. I can sing along to a song and get every lyric and have absolutely no idea who sings it.

Current favourite songs: I'm a musical theater junkie so that's what's usually going through my head. Been listening to Heathers, Be More Chill, and Hadestown mostly atm, so I'll put one from each.

Favourite Fics:

'Twas the Groundhog Day Before Christmas - one of my all time favorite Boostle fics. I love me some Groundhog day fun and this is just beautiful and makes me so happy every time I read it.

We Should Be A Settled Argument - I went hard for Nygmobblepot after finally watching Gotham even though I didn't watch it until 2 years after it finished. XD Kinda glad I didn't watch it in real time though because as much as I love some season 3 shipping, I adore Ed and Oswald's relationship status in the finale. This fic does an amazing job with characterization and fills in the gap between the time skip which is just the best kind of fic to read imo.

Call Me By Name - I'm a sucker for soulmate fics and I'm a sucker for Tuckington. Having one of the characters know they're soulmates and the other not until later is one of my favorite takes on this trope and these two are such dramatic dumbasses I love it!

Tagging: @stargazinglyssa, @nomonoke, @misty-eyed-fireflies, @corvidcorgi, @dakt37

[smuggsy]

the second prompt list you posted, number 25, the "when you love someone" would be really good for nygmobblepot if you wanted to 😌

okay, so first things first, we agreed to change the prompt to this one: Character A combs fingers through character B's hair. thanks for being such a sport! <3

Summary: Oswald is jealous, drunk and dizzy. In that order. Word Count: 2096. Read it on AO3 (or under the cut).

There are certain things that come attached to the title of Kingpin of the Underworld. Certain things one might consider red flags, green lights if you will. Things that would send Gotham's hungry wolves on a merciless hunt for his head, no doubt. Showing weakness, hesitation, doubt, incompetence. Oswald knows there's just no space for error when it comes to these, not for Penguin and certainly not for the Mayor.

Unfortunately, he comes to learn Edward Nygma incarnates each and every one of those traits. The ones that would certainly bring about his demise, Oswald admits, if he isn't careful to hide them behind his facade of cold-blooded killer or faithful politician. If he doesn't avert his eyes when the cameras are rolling or when his party attendees are talking to him, toasting, congratulating, saying things Oswald will have forgotten within the hour.

Because he can't help but be painfully aware of Ed's presence, usually standing in strategic high-points making sure everything is running smoothly, sometimes entertaining particularly snobby guests who would have Oswald at their sides for the duration of the night if it were up to them, their egos too fragile but at the same time too precious to threaten even slightly.

Edward is always on top of things.

Oswald is always aware of this.

Of him.

Too much, sometimes.

It's a bit more difficult to pretend he isn't hyper-aware of his musky scent and hoarse voice and well-lean figure when they share a car back to the mansion after occasions like these. When Edward slides into the opposite seat with a pleased self-congratulatory air and confidently starts listing off people and colourful details that might prove useful in the future and Oswald smiles gently, doesn't tell him he already knows he spoke to all of them because he was watching.

He was watching when he brought the Commissioner's mother her favourite cherry-chocolate liquor and when he complimented the Gotham Gazette's new editor's dress. When he leant in pretending he couldn't hear her, when he oh-so-gentlemanly offered a handkerchief after she collided with one of the waiters because she was too distracted by the way he smiled down at her - Oswald was watching.

And, well.

He doesn't blame her.

And Edward?

"...she scribbled her phone number on a napkin and slipped it into my hand so I'll say we, quite literally," he smiles smugly and produces the neatly folded napkin from his dark-olive jacket, "have her in our pocket."

Oswald laughs, sharing in the sentiment, the joke.

Or so he thinks he's doing until he sees Edward's expression shift into something much less chipper and he realises what he's actually done is roll his eyes and scoff like a spoiled little child.

"You don't approve?" Edward asks, excitement dying off.

Oswald curses his own recklessness and puts on another smile that he knows wouldn't fool anyone.

"Oh, no. I approve. I quite approve of your calculated flirting, Ed. A very nice strategy. Maybe try to exercise a bit more prudence next time, go one at a time?"

The car comes to a stop at a red light, Edward stares at him for a long moment before he seemingly understands the meaning behind Oswald's reproach.

"Oh, that!"

(He definitely doesn't understand the meaning behind Oswald's reproach.)

"Yes! No, that was just Miss Johnson recommending me some poetry," the napkin returns to the safety of his breast pocket and next Ed brings out a little notepad from the inside of his jacket, pushing his glasses up his nose and wetting his lips - Oswald looks away, feeling too hot all of a sudden, "she's the head of the Literacy Club, they hold meetings at the City Library every other Thu—"

"I know who she is, Ed!" he snaps before he can stop himself. It's such an abrupt reaction that Edward stops his monologue and looks at him again with that face that means he's trying to decipher his real intentions and assessing the terrain. He looks Oswald up and down and sits straight, clearing his throat one more time and reading his hostility.

"Of course," Ed mumbles, "yes, you do. Sorry. It was a tedious evening, I should—" he clears his throat again out of nervousness and Oswald sighs, biting his tongue and taking a deep breath in, "I'll tell you about it tomorrow. Or not. I know you're not one for poetry anyway."

"Ed..."

"No, it's fine. You must be exhausted, I know you hate these events, mingling and standing up all night—"

"Ed."

Edward's caramel eyes, that'd been cast downwards to his lap in an awkward and almost sheepish manner, shoot up to meet Oswald's again at his insistence. His gentle gaze brings back memories. Of bullet wounds and take-out food and piano melodies and a flourishing friendship.

"Who told you I don't like poetry?" Oswald tries with a gentler and more genuine smile this time. Because he's being too rude. Edward is none the wiser and he shouldn't have to deal with his stupid outbursts of jealousy. "Go ahead," Oswald says, with a much less venomous roll of his eyes and smiling at Edward's playful air and devilish grin.

His Chief of Staff opens his little notepad and shifts over from the opposite seat to come and claim the space next to him.

"I'm all ears," Oswald announces.

Except he isn't, really.

If he'd known Edward was going to make himself so comfortable between him and the cold window, was going to press himself so tightly against his side and loosen up his tie and giggle and start reciting a love poem with that mocking glint in his eyes and that theatrical hand-waving, Oswald never would've encouraged him.

"I hoped that he would love me, and he has kissed my mouth. But I am like a stricken bird that cannot reach the south..."

He needs to loosen up his own tie, too.

"...for though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad. His kiss was not so wonderful, as all the dreams I had."

Oswald stops breathing, stops trying to make himself look away from Edward's rosy lips, his cheekbones ever-so-slightly turned pink because their driver has turned on the heating way too high, the laugh that rocks his body, Oswald can feel it too because if he were closer he'd be sitting on his lap.

Stop it.

"—and then she just started telling me about her divorce, as if it wasn't all over the Gazette's front page last month. I declined her invitation but I figured I'd keep the poem, do a little bit of research, get in her good graces, so to speak. Never know when you'll need some funding and everybody knows she won the court case so, ca-ching!"

Ed blurts out another laugh and turns to look at Oswald, no doubt fishing for praise.

Oswald, who's so helplessly staring at him, lips slightly parted and hearing nothing beyond his gentle poem-reading about kisses and love and dreams. One of his betraying hands goes to Edward's nape and settles there, fingers brushing his hair of their own volition, brain failing to catch up to the situation. He feels light-headed.

"Oswald?" comes Ed's slightly concerned voice, now fully turning to face him better.

Oswald blinks out of his stupor with a pitiful gasp.

Sees his hand almost pulling Edward closer —

"Are you..." Ed starts, eyes darting to the side, to Oswald's outstretched arm with a frown, "...okay?"

"Fuck," he says out loud, without meaning to, "I—," he tries, he blinks again, he swallows through a dry throat, he looks at Ed and at his own hand cradling his head and then at Ed again looking at him with a quizzical look but still not leaning away, "—sorry! I— think I had too much to drink."

With that, he retrieves his hand and shuffles away from Edward, feeling like he's about to implode and like he can't take a proper breath in, he starts to get uncomfortably sweaty.

You idiot! What the hell do you think you're doing?!

"Is your leg—?" Edward places a cold hand on his thigh, "is it your leg?"

Oswald looks down, Ed's slim fingers brushing over the fabric of his trousers, he keeps them there, like it means nothing — like it doesn't mean everything.

"What?" he blurts out, because he didn't actually hear what Ed just said.

"You're sweating," his Chief of Staff states matter-of-factly, but when he goes to grab his handkerchief he finds it isn't there.

Oswald closes his eyes and lets his head fall back, thinking this is his only chance of living it down.

"Yes, yes. I'm feeling a bit dizzy."

Edward leaves his side immediately to go tap insistently at the dark window separating them from their newly-appointed chauffeur. He mutters a few orders that Oswald doesn't actually catch, there's a menacing undertone to his words and then he actually leans over into the front side of the vehicle.

"Are you trying to cook us alive?" he says finally, before shutting the window back close with unnecessary force. He turns to an Oswald biting his lip and trying not to laugh, "amateur. Do you want me to fire him?"

"It's his first day."

"Precisely."

"No, I don't want you to fire him, Ed," he peels his eyes open and gestures to the left window, his vision spinning for a moment before he gets just the teensiest bit nauseous, "but maybe you could—?"

Edward returns to his side and rolls the window down a few inches. The cold winter air feels heavenly on Oswald's flushed cheeks and he lets out a sigh — it turns out he did actually have one drink too many, then.

"Better?" Ed asks, too close. Oswald doesn't dare open his eyes again. He only lets out a grunt and shakes his head.

This has backfired completely.

What was supposed to be an act — a decoy, has turned into him bracing himself against the cold glass window to his right and feeling like he's inside a blender. He meant for Ed to get distracted and brush aside his slip but now Ed is closer than he was before and Oswald genuinely feels like he's going to be sick.

"Stop— stop the car," he crooks out, he opens his eyes to see Edward leaning over him with a worried look but making no move to obey, "Ed!"

It stops just in time. He feels quite helpless as he wrestles with the door handle and stumbles outside into the cold dark and empty street of some downtown neighbourhood to empty his stomach by the sidewalk.

He hears rather than see Edward scramble out of the car after him.

"Oh, dear."

How humiliating, Oswald's mind provides, as he tries to lean back up, tries to get some leverage with a hand on the opened door only to find nothing there and almost trip over. Edward catches him just in time.

"Uh-oh," Ed sings, "I got you."

"Mayor Cobblepot! Is there anything—?"

"Just get in the car and wait there," Ed mumbles menacingly. Oswald would've sent the boy a murderous glare himself if he hadn't been so occupied trying not to fall into his own vomit and holding onto his Chief of Staff for dear life.

So much for living this down.

"Ughhhhhh," is all he can say, because he thinks he's about to faint.

"I know, I know," Edward keeps one hand on his arm and the other round his shoulders, "but you'll feel better now it's out."

Oswald scrunches up his face and almost gags again. Edward does a great job of guiding him back into the car, now much colder than it was just a moment ago. He feels like a deer that's learning to walk: he can't seem to find proper footing and only when Ed sits him down and settles next to him does his head stop spinning. The car starts to move again and the passing lights become so bothersome he doesn't open his eyes the rest of the trip home.

"Now can I fire him?"

Oswald nuzzles closer into the embrace, one of Ed's arms is still around his waist and the other hand is left unmoving over his forehead, a cold solace, keeping his head from moving around too much with the sloppy turns and few street holes the car fails to avoid.

And because he's still drunk and Ed is holding him so close, his lips brush against a warm minty-scented neck and stay there, breathing in perfume and skin and finding no resistance.

[thedreammweaver]

Feed Me (Nygmobblepot, little shop of horrors au, plant monster!Oswald)

(A/N: wanted to write a thing based on a drawing I did of this a while back)

Warnings: murder mention

“Eddie, please!”

Ed rolled his eyes “I didn’t even say no I said later.”

“And I said now!” Oswald rocked his pot angrily. Ed huffed and chose to ignore the plant, turning away from it. 

Some of Oswald’s tendrils that were wrapped around the walls of Ed’s apartment moved to grab the legs of Ed’s chair and drag it over nearly throwing Ed to the floor in the process “When I say now, boy, I mean now..” Oswald growled.

“You’re a real brat, you know.” Ed didn’t have any qualms about murdering people but he didn’t like being pushed around by foliage.

“I may be a brat but at least I’m not a tall ass loser letting the one good thing in his miserable life, which he should be devoted to, starve to death right in front of him!”

“You are not starving to death..” Ed muttered, accidentally letting fondness leak into his tone. After getting up and untangling himself from the vines Oswald was curling around his legs he headed for the door, stopping to turn to Ozzie “See? I’m going now you can stop being dramatic.”

Oswald huffed and folded his arms “Finally.”

[supes9]

Ok, round 2 of filming dance recitals is about to begin. Let’s see how many numbers break out the jazz hands… 😉

Enjoy your weekend, everybody!! 💕💕 

The Gotham finale is right around the corner!!!!

[thedeevirus]

Do you think that you could possibly make a part two of that au where Ed is a Masseuse and Oswald is one of his clients if that's alright?

Hope you enjoy it :)

WARNING: NSFW!

Added to NYGMOBBLEPOT FICLETS on AO3

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‘Mr Penguin!’

‘Hello Ed. Sorry to startle you’.

‘It’s fine. It’s so good to see you. I thought you might not be coming’.

‘If it’s inconvenient I can-‘

‘No! No, of course not. I kept the slot open. Just in case’.

‘I would never miss our appointment’, Oswald said, his warm smile turning regretful, ‘Especially after last time’.

Ed licked his dry lips. He had thought of little else in the week between. At the last appointment, Oswald and he had kissed for the first time. Haltingly at first but then deeper, more desperately. 

Ed had been shocked, pleasantly so, at Oswald’s eagerness and had gladly surrendered to the assault on his mouth. When Oswald’s sharp teeth had latched onto his lower lip he had cried out, in surprise at the sudden pain but also in at the electrifying pulse it sent racing down his spine to the pit of his stomach. 

But Oswald, seeing the blood on Ed’s lip, had begun babbling apologies. He had halted for just a moment to retrieve his discarded towel and his clothes before running (as much as his bad leg would allow) for the dressing room.

Ed had been too startled to go after him. He had pressed a fingertip to his lip and shuddered at the red brightness that stained it. It was only when he had heard Oswald slam the front door to his parlour that he had realised he was rock hard.

‘Oswald, Mr Penguin, I am so sorry if I overstepped or-‘

Oswald held up a hand and Ed stopped talking.

‘Please,don’t. I’m the one who should apologise for running out. It was nothing you did.I was actually…’ He paused to chuckle fondly. ‘I really liked what you did. It-it was me’.

Oswald cleared his throat and tossed his head.

‘My inexperience’, he finished with a peculiar air of sad defiance.

Ed placed the candle snuffer he had been fiddling with on the table, suddenly conscious of the movement in the silence. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of the nose and crossed his arms.

‘Do you want us to go back to strictly professional terms?’ he asked.

Oswald shook his head as he stepped forward. Ed couldn’t help but mirror the movement.His hands fell to his sides.

‘I don’t know what I want’, Oswald mused, ‘I mean, I know’. He reached for Ed’s hand and squeezed. ‘I’m just not sure I’m…ready’.

Ed squeezed back in an attempt at reassurance but Oswald winced at the pressure. Ed looked down and noted Oswald’s bruised knuckles. He used his other hand to rub them placatingly and Oswald smiled in gratitude.

‘I understand’, Ed said, ‘It’s okay’.

Oswald wasn’t looking at him. His eyes were fixed on the floor and his shoulders were rounded. He seemed to be on the verge of crumpling in on himself.

‘Are you sure you’re alright?’ Ed asked.

Oswald sniffed loudly and when he spoke his voice was trembling.

‘Yes.I’m fine. Really. I just didn’t expect you to be so kind about it but I should have’.

Ed offered him a tissue from a nearby box. Oswald blew his nose loudly. Ed stifled a laugh at the comical sound, conscious that Oswald may take it as mockery.

‘To be honest, this is a first for me too’, he said, ‘Up until last week I thought I was straight!’

He laughed; borderline hysterically. After a full week of trying to articulate his revelation, he had just blurted it out! He bit his tongue hastily. This was not about him. He was trying to put Oswald at ease!

‘We’ll figure things out together if you like?’ Ed offered.

Oswald’s smile lit up his pale face, his watery eyes shining.

‘Yes.I would like that’, he replied, discarding the used tissue in a nearby wastebasket.

‘Hows about we start with a nice, relaxing massage session? It’ll help us think and I ordered some new candles from Isley Infusions’.

He held up the box excitedly. Oswald obligingly raised an eyebrow at the impressive range.

‘I thought they only did teas?’ he said, examining the label of an alarmingly pink specimen.

‘They’re branching out’, Ed said, ‘ No pun intended’.

He put the box down and showed Oswald one of the lit candles. It was mint green with dried leaves curling though the waxy surface. He indicated the translucent liquid pooling at the base.

‘These are made of soy bean, see? Oil not wax. I ordered this one for you because the vitamin E in reduces scarring and moisturises the skin’.

Ed held up a bowl with a different fragranced oil in it. Oswald inhaled deeply and sighed in pleasure at the spicy scent.

‘It smells like Autumn’.

‘Ginger and cinnamon blend. Just the thing to warm you up on a day like this’.

‘How do you use them?’ Oswald asked, eyes flicking to the lit candles burning on the countertop.

‘Don’t worry.  I prepared this well in advance. Nice and lukewarm’.

Ed swirled his finger in the oil to demonstrate the temperature.

‘I’m going to start at the base of your foot and work up from there, okay?’

‘Sounds good’, Oswald nodded, tapping his knee with a wince, ‘It has been clicking lately’.

Ed was gratified to see Oswald disrobe without a hint of self-consciousness though he couldn’t ignore the slight pang of disappointment when Oswald wrapped a clean towel around his waist for modesty. Oswald sat on the bench and Ed knelt down. He rubbed his palms together, coating them with oil then began to rub Oswald’s heel. Oswald sighed approvingly, flexing his toes at the warm,soothing sensation.  

Once he had finished coating Oswald’s feet, Ed moved gradually up the leg until he reached the knees. He focused on the bad one first, slathering it with the oil.Oswald’s head was back, his eyes closed contentedly. His eyelids crinkled and his brow furrowed slightly as Ed rubbed the oil into the various bumps and creases of the knee. He was careful to keep the pressure consistent, to keep the pain as a dull ache rather than spikes of varying severity. Once satisfied the knee had been treated accordingly, Ed stood and moved behind Oswald, starting to work on his shoulders.

‘What happened to your hands?’ Ed asked.

‘Normal day at the office’, Oswald said drily.

‘Explains the tension in the shoulders’, Ed remarked.

‘I’d never wanted to kiss anyone before’, Oswald mused, flexing and unflexing his fingers restlessly.

‘Never?’

‘You think it’s weird’.

‘I’m actually flattered’.

‘I didn’t realise it would feel like that. Does it always feel like that?’

Ed shrugged.

‘Depends who you’re kissing’, he said.

‘Have you kissed before?’

Ed smiled wryly.

‘I thought I had’.

‘I wanted more. But I had no idea how to go further even though I wanted to. So, Iran away. I’ve never felt like that before. I’m sorry I left the way I did’.

‘I was sorry you left too’.

‘It feels so good to let my guard down that it makes me nervous. This feeling is wonderful but it’s terrifying’.

Ed looked down and swallowed. Oswald’s pale eyes were open now. They were wide, like a questioning child’s. They reflected the golden light of the candles around them.

‘Am I making any sense?’ Oswald asked quietly.

Ed rested his hands on Oswald’s shoulders and squeezed gently. Oswald blinked and Ed saw his lashes were wet. Ed moved around, facing Oswald’s seat.

‘I’ll make sure you won’t regret letting your guard down’, Ed said, undoing his shirt, ‘I promise’.

‘What are you doing?’ Oswald whispered, eyes transfixed on the movement of Ed’s long fingers.

‘You’ve never seen me naked’, Ed said, halting, ‘Would you like to?’

Oswald rose and Ed watched him balance himself on his unsteady leg. His slick flesh shimmered in the light as he undid the knot of his towel.

‘Only if I can join you’, Oswald replied, the towel falling to the floor.

Ed smiled as he saw Oswald was already at half mast.

‘Would you like to give me a hand?’ Ed asked, spreading his arms invitingly.

Oswald approached slowly. Ed kept still despite his impatience. His breath hitched as Oswald took hold of his shirt and began to unbutton it. His movements were hesitant and his mouth was open, top teeth peeking over the bottom lip, as if he couldn’t believe what he was doing. Ed felt his heart begin to race. How could a man of such brutality be so gentle? Ed had never felt so treasured and couldn’t suppress a longing moan as he felt himself literally swelling under the attention.

Oswald reached up and removed Ed’s glasses as he undid the last shirt button. Ed blinked in surprise and Oswald marvelled at the rich, brown irises. The candlelight was yellow flecks in the dark depths, lighting them up from within.Oswald felt himself becoming lost in the amber, wolf-like depths and felt his tenuous grasp on his self-control slipping. Ed’s eyes glimmered and Oswald smirked as he read the hunger in that honeyed gaze.

Ed couldn’t resist any longer. Oswald’s glass like eyes filled his vision as he closed his own eyes and kissed him. He gasped as Oswald tore off his shirt and he fumbled with his fly as Oswald threw his arms around Ed’s neck. Ed inhaled deeply, savouring the spicy scent of the oil on Oswald’s goose pimpled skin mingling with the musk in the air.

The kiss was hot and heavy, spurred on to newer, rougher heights as both men’s hands explored each other, fingertips and nails digging into each other’s soft skin with relish. Oswald nipped at Ed’s lips again (more carefully this time) and Ed opened wide, eyelids fluttering as Oswald’s tongue explored every inch of his mouth. After a few, frenzied moments, they both broke away, panting heavily.

‘There’s something else that I’ve heard is rich in vitamins’, Ed said breathlessly,stepping out of his remaining clothing.

He knelt down and gently began to open Oswald’s legs further but stopped when he felt Oswald cup his face with both hands.

‘Ed, I don’t think I…‘

He trailed off but Ed knew what he meant. He immediately got to his feet and kissed Oswald’s forehead.

‘It’s okay’, he said gently, ‘We don’t have to. I promise it’s okay’.

He was interrupted by the sudden sensation of Oswald’s fingers wrapping around his cock.

‘It’snot fair you always have to do all the work’, Oswald said with a cheeky raise of an eyebrow.

Ed laughed. Oswald was still Oswald even when he seemed vulnerable.

‘This isn’t work. Trust me’.

‘I do’.

Ed felt Oswald’s hand guide his own downwards until it was wrapped around Oswald’s cock.

‘I trust you’, Oswald finished, his cheeks adorably ruddy as he kissed Ed again.

Their bodies drew closer as their tongues entwined until they were flush. Both men gasped at the incredible warmth and sensation of their cocks rubbing together. They began to pump in unison, mirroring each other’s movements. They each fancied they could hear the other’s thundering heartbeat as the pressure began to build; a perfect storm of bliss born of swirling thumbs and lashing tongues. They clutched at each other with their free hands, hips bucking as they both plummeted over the edge of exquisite ecstasy, the breath of their strangled cries extinguishing several of the candles surrounding them.

In the ensuing gloom, they shuddered and huffed, fingers coated and smiles wide as they gazed at each other, awash with pleasure in the cooling air.

‘Shower?’ Ed offered.

Oswald licked a long vein on Ed’s neck, making him whimper.

‘Shower’, Oswald accepted.