#Oswald's Father

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Into the pit? More like into the daddy issues

[theartlockerlocked]

[r7inyz]

reread into the pit lol (this was funnier in my head)

Kinda based off this scene

[thetorturedlovergirl]

Every time someone thinks twelveclara is a father-daughter relationship an angel loses it’s wings

[reblog-house]

I am forever disappointed that Chip isn't Oswald's dad. I am honest to god SO disappointed. Imagine being a kid and traveling back in time, meeting two kids and having the time of your life playing with them and actually making new friends! And then, tragedy strikes and your father is taken by a monster into the past and replaces him. Suddenly, you want to get your father, who you once felt disconnected from because the life he was able to give you wasn't the one you wanted, back. You start appreciating him more for the life he was able to give you, even if not perfect. And in the case of the game, you're able to connect more with him through items you find around the pizzeria he's stuck in that remind you of all he means to you.

When you asked about Freddy's to your father once (in the book), he was reluctant to tell you about it, but said he'd been a couple years older than you, and that... It closed.

Now imagine all that, and picking up his nametag and it says Charles, instead of a vague "dad". Imagine for a second.

Maybe Oz doesn't put two and two together, maybe it's never brought up, but we could. We could notice.

And sure, maybe it's a low hanging fruit, but it would've enriched the story so much. It's a story about reconnecting with your father, so why not show us how he reconnects with him in the past without even knowing it. How he's got much more in common with him than he imagined.

Imagine if one of his friends from the past was named Chip, and his father was named Charles.

Imagine if his father said something, and it suddenly clicked for Oz. Imagine if he said he reminded him of a friend he once had. I am losing my mind.

Also, while in the book, it's Mike who mentions it, the game makes a change so that Chip is who says Oswald's name is like the Wizard of Oz. And OSWALD. SAYS. THAT'S PROBABLY WHY HIS PARENTS NAMED HIM THAT. It would've been very easy to keep Mike saying it, but they changed it to Chip. And Oswald no longer goes "sure I guess that's my nickname now!" but "my parents call me Oz sometimes". Like. PLEASE. PLEASE.

Also they changed Chip from a blond (according to the graphic novel) to a brunet. That also feels like a deliberate change, with how important hair seems to be in the FNAF universe.

PLEASE.

I don't believe Chip was intended to be Oz's dad in the book, and possibly neither in the games (else they would've actually PUT A NAME in the NAME TAG), but it would've enriched the story so so so so fucking much I am. So mad.

[chocolix76]

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Dads are not supposed to be giant humanoid yellow rabbits with sunken blue eyes. Most of all, dads are not supposed to be robotic murderers.

Those were the only thoughts running through Oswald’s mind as he paced back and forth across his room, occasionally pausing as he listened for the tell tale metal thumps of the rabbit’s footsteps. The thing that was pretending to be his dad. 

Just a few weeks ago, Oswald was sitting at a dirty wooden table at Jeff’s Pizzeria daydreaming about his first day in sixth grade. What new friends would he make when most of the town left after the mill closed? How much homework would he get in middle school? Oswald didn’t know that his life would soon be turned upside down by a time traveling ball pit and a killer robot that wanted to be his dad. This whole experience gave a new meaning to a saying his mother loved to abuse. Be careful what you wish for.

Minutes blended into an hour, Oswald pacing back and forth across his dimly lit room brainstorming ideas of how to get his father back without the rabbit catching him first. The rabbit had every opportunity to kill him by now. So why hadn’t it? Before he had the chance to grasp at reasons why the rabbit was playing with him like a cat before slaughtering its prey, Oswald heard the signature stomping of the rabbit approaching his bedroom. His breath caught in his throat as he immediately dove under his bed just as the robot slowly opened the door.

Light from the hallway poured into Oswald’s room, the rabbit’s massive figure casting a horrific shadow across his bed. As the robot lumbered into his room, its large head swiveling around in search of Oswald, he covered his mouth and nose with the palm of his hand attempting to muffle the sound of his ragged breathing. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears and for a moment, he feared the rabbit could hear it too. This was the end. He had nowhere to run and his mom was at work. For a fleeting moment he wondered how long it would take for his mother to find his body. Maybe the rabbit would erase him from her memory altogether.

Through the fringes of Oswald’s yellow and green checkered bedspread, he could see the rabbit approaching the side of the bed. Beads of sweat erupted on his forehead, his entire body trembling as the silence of the room was broken by the ear splitting squeaks of metal in severe need of oiling as the rabbit lowered itself to one knee. A large, yellow hand lifted up the bedspread, the rabbit’s piercing blue eyes illuminating the underside of the bed.

Bits and pieces of what he had seen through the doorway the night the rabbit stole his father away flashed before Oswald’s eyes. Five children not much younger than he were lying on the white and black checkered floor. Blood that nearly looked black in the dim lighting coating the floor and walls, staining the children’s clothing. None of them were moving. One body was facing the door, the corpse’s unseeing brown eyes boring into Oswald’s soul. He was next. He would become the sixth victim of the rabbit’s massacre. However, instead of grabbing Oswald’s arm and pulling him out from under the bed, the rabbit made a beckoning motion, stepping back to give him space to climb out from his hiding spot.

“What do you want from me?” Oswald demanded, hating how his voice wavered and cracked and how his body still trembled so violently he wasn’t confident his legs would be able to hold him. 

He wasn’t sure how he expected the rabbit to respond considering it couldn’t speak, or at least never made an effort to speak before, but it calmly motioning towards his desk was the last thing he expected. When caught between doing what the rabbit asked or risking facing its wrath, Oswald decided climbing out from under the bed and allowing himself to be guided towards his desk was the safest option.

The rabbit patted the swivel chair Oswald had picked out on a shopping trip with his parents before it took a seat on a wooden chair it had borrowed from the kitchen. The wood creaked and groaned under the robot’s weight, but the rabbit paid it no mind. It simply sat there patiently waiting for Oswald to sit down, its head tilted ever so slightly.

As Oswald slowly sat down, keeping the rabbit in his peripheral vision, he noticed that the robot had taken out a lined piece of paper and the instructions to his history essay, laying it neatly on the desk. Oswald glanced from the empty piece of paper to the rabbit who looked at him expectantly. Almost innocently. He fought back the urge to laugh, or cry, about the absurdity of it all. This was not his father, so why was it pretending to be? Was this some sort of cruel game?

He tried to take a pen to paper simply to please the imposter, terrified that his head would be crushed between the rabbit’s large, flat teeth if he didn’t do what he was asked. A few agonizing minutes ticked by, his mind unable to conjure any useful information to put together an introduction paragraph. All he could think of was the animatronic rabbit sitting within arms reach. It was impossible to focus like this and, somehow, the rabbit caught on.

In an eerie mimicry of a sigh, the rabbit placed one large hand on Oswald’s shoulder, leading him out of his seat and down the hallway with an almost parental care. Oswald wanted nothing more than to scream and run away, but that would do him more harm than good. The rabbit led Oswald to the dining room, pulling out a chair for him to sit down before disappearing into the kitchen.

The scratchy sound of distorted humming wafted from the kitchen along with the sounds of the rabbit rummaging around through the cabinets. Oswald glanced over his shoulder at the front door, wondering how easy it would be to slip through the rabbit’s fingers and escape to the pizzeria to have another crack at saving his father. However, what harm could humoring the rabbit do? Maybe it would make things a little easier on his end if the rabbit believed that Oswald had somewhat accepted him. 

The banging around in the cabinets soon came to an end as the rabbit produced a tray covered in snacks, placing the tray in front of Oswald before gently ruffling his hair with a giant hand. Air caught in Oswald’s throat as he stared down at the tray in front of him, imagining it as a giant pizza box. Was this the rabbit’s way of luring him into being its next victim, or was this the rabbit being genuinely kind? 

“Why are you being so nice to me? I saw you mur-…I saw you kidnap my dad. Why are you trying to help me with my homework and…do all this?” Oswald asked, staring at the rabbit expectantly. After a few seconds, he felt a bit stupid interrogating the mute animatronic. However, if it really wanted to answer, maybe it could write something down for him.

Instead, the rabbit simply shrugged. It nudged the tray closer to him, Oswald barely able to process the fact that the tray was neatly decorated with baby carrots and apple slices, a bag of chips sitting in the corner. Noticing something purple peeking out from underneath the bag of chips, Oswald moved it aside to see that the rabbit had drawn a little heart on a purple sticky note, along with a childish portrait of Oswald underneath. Abruptly, any trace of an appetite vanished as he stared at the sticky note in terror, unsure if it was a taunt or a genuine proclamation of parental affection. At this point, he wasn’t sure which was worse.

All he knew was that he needed to get his real dad back and soon.

[doctorwhogirlie]

Every Bad Wolf Reference

The End of the World: The Moxx of Balhoon tells the Face of Boe that being trapped on the exploding Platform One is the classic Bad Wolf scenario

The Unquiet Dead: Gwyneth the parlour maid looks into Rose’s mind and sees The Big Bad Wolf

The Aliens of London: A child graffiti’s Bad Wolf onto the side of the TARDIS

Dalek: Eccentric billionaire Henry van Statten has the security call sign ‘Bad Wolf One’

The Long Game: In the year 200,000 there’s a TV channel called Bad Wolf TV

Fathers Day: ‘Bad Wolf’ is scrawled across a 1980s club poster

The Doctor Dances: The missile about to land on the Chula spaceship has ‘Schlechter Wolf’ written on it

Boom Town: The nuclear power station about to destroy Cardiff is called ‘Blaidd Drwg’.

Bad Wolf: The Doctor, Rose and Jack return to Satellite 5, this time known as the Game Station run by the Bad Wolf Corporation

The Parting of the Ways: The message is written around Rose’s council estate

The Parting of the Ways: Rose takes the words from the Bad Wolf logo and scatters them through time and space

Tooth and Claw: The werewolf mentions that Rose has seen the wolf too, and that there is something of the wolf about her

Love & Monsters: Evidence of Rose has been corrupted by a Bad Wolf virus

Doomsday: Rose says goodbye to the Doctor at Bad Wolf Bay

Gridlock: Japanese word Akuro, translates as bad wolf - Poster in one of the cars

Silence in the Library: A painting of a Wolf and Rose

Turn Left: Bad Wolf messages are left everywhere, a warning to the Doctor

The Day of the Doctor: The Moment refers to itself as Rose Tyler, the Bad Wolf

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[leaperfr0g]

⚠️This is NOT my Au!!!!!⚠️

I did some fan doodles of Baby Oswald Au cause it's just to darn cute!!!

This is just some fan drawings of an Au created by @madychi she is the one who created at least the Au I know of!!Please check her out and see the other Baby Oswald things she has done!! (Also I completly forgot their eye color so I just picked some since I was lazy and didn't want to check)

(Little fun fact, The ring pop was created in 1979(so canonically they can have ring pop wedding rings I checked xD) for the creators daughter to help persuade her to stop sucking her thumb!!)

(Btw, @madychi if you see this and want me to take this post down I can)

[memelordotherblog]

So like are we going talk about Ortensia's family issues or-

[robotsafari]

“I’ve been alone so long that having someone else around is a little… overwhelming.”

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY TO MY FAVORITE INVERSE DUO MOMENT

[zebracorn-chan]

WE'RE ONLY MISSING THE CHICA BULLY NOW!!!

[imaginationblur]

I am cringe but I am free

Funny 420 number haha… unless?

I gave Oswald and Ortensia proper kids with names and junk bc I have brain rot (I had this sitting for 3 years I just cleaned it up yet again)

[professorambrius]

Happy Father's Day

Some of my favorite dads and their kids.

[okwabii]

This is like, the first ever actual post I’ve made on here and it HAD to be a little oneshot of my favorite man. ( I have father issues and I need him as my dad or else. )

I’m in love with the dc and batman franchise as a whole and I’m even more in love with Matt Reeves rendition of batman and the other characters. So, please enjoy my newbie writing :D

Edit: I just finished the finale of the show. Oh my god… I’m sobbing. When I catch you Ozwald, when I fucking catch you. Unfortunately, I still have father issues. If and when you guys see it, I’m so sorry. I love you and I’m hoping you have enough tissues. Drink some water too 💗💗

Safe Haven

The rain in Gotham was relentless, hammering down on you and the rest of the unsuspecting victims as you pushed through the heavy doors of the Iceberg Lounge. The warm lights and murmuring voices inside felt like a haven from the cold, harsh city streets you’d just come from. You kept your head down, hoping to slip through the crowd unnoticed.

But you should’ve known better. Oswald Cobb had eyes everywhere.

“Hey, kid,” his gruff voice called from across the room. “Whatcha doin’ here?”

You turned, bracing yourself for the usual lecture. You weren’t supposed to be wandering the city this late, especially not in Oswald’s domain. But as much as he puts on a tough front, you knew that he’d always let you stay. Even if it meant wearing that disapproving scowl of his.

“Just needed a place to clear my head,” you mumbled, not quite meeting his gaze.

He sighed, waving you over to his booth. “You know, for a kid who doesn’t get out much, you sure do end up in this place a lot,” he muttered, but he moved over, making room for you beside him. When you hesitated, he patted the seat impatiently. “Come on. Sit.”

You slid into the booth, shivering slightly. He noticed and grabbed his jacket from behind him, tossing it over your shoulders. “You’re drenched,” he observed, his voice softer now, a bit concerned.

“Thanks captain obvious,” you uttered quietly, tugging the burly jacket closer around yourself.

There was a long pause as he studied you, his eyes sharper than usual. “You gonna tell me what’s goin’ on? Or do I have to guess?”

You shrugged, the weight of everything slowly creeping in. “It’s… it’s kinda lame. And complicated.”

Oswald let out a low grunt, rolling his eyes at the lame part while leaning back in his seat. “Yeah, well, life usually is. But you don’t gotta carry all that on your own, you know.”

You looked at him, surprised. He rarely showed this side of himself, this softer side he tried so hard to bury. But tonight, the walls seemed to be down a little, and you found yourself wanting to tell him what was going on.

“I just… things at home aren’t great. And school’s been rough. Everything’s just a lot right now, s’all.”

He nodded slowly, as if he understood, his gaze softer than usual. “Hey, listen,” he said, his tone almost gentle. “I know what it’s like to feel like you’re carryin’ the world on your shoulders. But you got me. You come here anytime, a’ight? No questions asked.”

You felt a lump in your throat, touched by his unexpected kindness. “Thanks, Os,” you whispered, genuinely grateful.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t go getting all mushy on me,” he grumbled, though there was a hint of a smile on his face. “Now, you gonna eat? I’m not lettin’ you leave until you’ve had somethin’ warm.”

You couldn’t help but snort, a small, genuine sound that seemed to surprise him. He raised an eyebrow, looking almost amused.

“There it is,” he said, leaning back with a smirk. “Knew I’d get a smile outta you eventually.”

For the first time that night, the problems you’d been lugging around felt a little lighter.

[sigmalaussene]

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