#Oswaldcobblepot

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[2me-me-e-m-m-e-me-me2]

[cheesesticklizard]

i’m so obsessed with oswald cobblepot

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shawty😍

[lovenicloon]

pangwang and The Riddler

very proud of penguin's suit in this one. took me absolutely forever to draw all the stripes. his shoes also got extra details. sorry riddler but penguins outfits r cooler 😎

[alissssssteer-crowley]

It's just Oswald chatting with Edward. And yeah I have headcanon Oswald gives Edward ridiculous and endearing nicknames.

Oswald: Having a Good evening ❤

Edward:You too

Edward:Thats u *send picture of borzoi from tik tok*

Oswald literally:why didn't he put a heart at the end of the message🥺🥺🥺

P. S. Translation is hard...... Sorry if u don't get a point of the joke. I hope u did

[d-field22-blog]

First appearance: Detective Comics #58(December, 1941)

Story: Don't let his appearance or size fool you. Within those tubby cheeks, that beak-like nose, and silly suit hides the mind and heart of a master criminal. Oswald Cobblepot aka the Penguin was shunned for his appearance as a child. Learning the secrets of the Gotham Underworld, The Penguin had built a reputation over the years. After losing his entire empire, Oswald had devoted his life to rebuilding it from the ground up and everything he deemed necessary to do so. Armed with a large variety of trick umbrellas, his love of birds, his many loyal and brutal men, and the intelligence to rival even the Batman, the Penguin is a foe you do not want to take for granted. Especially when you are a traitor as large as Roman Sionis.

Bio: Real name: Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot Occupation: Crime Lord Base of Operation: Gotham City Eyes: Blue Hair: Black Height: 5ft Weight: 138lbs

Attributes: Master Criminal Expert hand to hand combatant Driven to claim all power in Gotham City. Even if it means allying with lunatics such as The Joker. Deadly trick umbrellas Burning hatred for Roman Sionis. Known to be a master thief and uses the Iceberg lounge as a red herring.

Dream voice actor: Danny Devito, or Paul Williams. I was debating for a while to choose either Danny or good ol Paul. I still am highly fond of Batman Returns recently and Danny still won't leave my mind. Especially when my drawing of Penguin is based on the classic design, but a small portion of the Tim Burton design as well. But at the same time, I just watched I've Got Batman in my Basement last night and now Paul won't leave my mind. Now obviously Paul will have to be a little more viscous with this Penguin than in TAS, but I think he can do it well. So you know what? We'll let fate decide on who should be Penguin.

Featured songs: Puttin' on the Ritz by Taco, or Fred Astaire. In case you didn't realize, the song by Taco was not the original version, and it even goes back to the 1930s. I only recently found out about that fact, which I figured I'd share. Anyway, the term "to put on the Ritz" refers to dressing fashionably, and let's face it, that just fits someone like the Penguin all too well.

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[cannibalcoyote]

Alfred Pennyworth: Alone

Imagine your dad(Bruce Wayne) is an absolute ass, and Alfred ends up becoming your emotional support after you go through a terrible event:

- Lil warning: sexual battery, battery, kidnapping, hints alluding to rape, Bruce is an asshole, depression, thoughts of self harm -

Being the daughter of Bruce Wayne carries a lot of weight, you are expected to be great at everything, get amazing grades, have good friends, be a good person, etc, but the truth is that you can't always be that person.

Sure, I get good grades most of the time, but they never seem to be enough for dad. My friends are great and supportive, they know all about my feelings, and they never use me because of my last name, but that doesn't mean my father approves of them. And last but not least, I am who I am, I can't be the socialite and extrovert my father wants me to be, I can't dress the way he wants me to, and I can't act the way he wants me to.

This isn't done out of rebellion, I really want to be the daughter my dad wants, I want him to be proud of me, but I just feel like a hollow shell whenever I try.

———————

Today I went to hangout with some people, I decided to try and be friends with people my father has openly approved of, but everything just feels so shallow.

They all dressed fancy, most of them wearing expensive brands. I even dressed like them in an attempt to fit in, but I felt like such a fake. Remembering my fathers look of approval when he saw me and when I told him about my plans makes me push away my discomfort, just wanting to get through the day.

We had gone out to eat after school, and now were just messing around in a park. It was getting late, and I really wanted to head home, but I don't even know where I am anymore.

I'm in a group of about 5 people, 3 of them being guys and the other 2 are girls. The guys and girls are dating, so just me and this other guy are basically third wheeling. The couples want to go to the movies, but I know they are just going to be making out, so I decline, stating I'll just wait in the park for their movie to end; the other guy also declines, stating he'll also wait.

The guy - I think his name is Chase - and I went and sat on a bench near the outskirts of the park. It was really getting dark now, and I desperately wanted to go home and curl up in my bed and forget about this day, but Chase simply will not stop talking. He's actually not that annoying, and he's not half bad to look at with his brown hair swept to the side, his green eyes looking at me intently.

I stand up and Chase stops talking, his expression almost looking irritated that I interrupted.

"I think I'll be heading home now." For a moment I glimpsed anger flashing through his eyes, but it was gone just as immediately, instead being replaced by an extravagant smile.

"Sure, I'll walk you to your bus stop." I almost feel like blushing, but he probably only offered because I'm a young girl alone in Gotham at night. I smile instead, and say 'thank you' before beginning my walk to the bus stop. It's not too far, only about a half mile walk, but as we pass an alley, Chase motions for me to follow him though it, stating it was a shortcut.

I don't feel comfortable, I don't like alleys in the first place, adding in the fact that it's night makes it even worse. I go to tell Chase no, but looking into the alley I realize I can't see him anymore. Fear surges within me, is he okay? Where did he go? I hesitantly step into the alley when I hear him urgently shouting my name.

I run to his voice, hoping to see that he's okay, but as I turn into a corner within the alley I'm quickly shoved into the rough brick wall. My head is aching in pain, as well as my back. I try to shove the person away, but they secure my hands with theirs, their chest grazing against mine. I don't know what's happening, I can't tell who this is because it's so dark.

I can feel the tears running down my cheeks as one of their hands gropingly wanders over my body.

"Oh, don't tell me you're crying." That mocking voice stabs me, betrayal radiating through my bones. That voice belongs to Chase, I feel like fighting and dying at the same time.

My free hand acts without thought, a loud smack ringing through the tense silence. He seems stunned, but he soon reacts in violence as well, punching my lower abdomen, my body hunching over. He gives me no time to suffer, as he pulls my body back up, holding my face up with one hand and delivering a forceful punch with the other.

I can't remember much after that other than falling to the ground, the last thing I saw was him walking towards me with a sickening grin.

———————

Pain radiates through my body, everything ached, but my pelvis and hips felt like they were  burning. My shoulder stings, and my face felt like I had been beat; my eyes aren't even open, yet I already want to go back to sleep.

It's only when the memories of last night resurface that I jump awake, my body feels like its being torn in half, but I ignore it, instead hastily surveying my surroundings. It's still dark, though how late, I do not know.

It takes me a few more moments to realize that my clothes are strewn across the floor, it's at this moment when the sickening feeling strongly radiating through both my body and mind finally makes sense. The intense need to vomit sweeping over me.

My eyes flood with tears as I hastily put my clothes on, it hurts to move but I really need to get home. I walk to the bus stop, paranoia running rampant within me, I find myself flinching at anything and everything.

I look at the clock in the bus and realize it's 11pm, I was supposed to be home by 8pm at the latest. I look at myself through my phone camera, attempting to fix my hair and clothes so that my father doesn't realize what happened to me; knowing him he would probably just be angry with me.

I shakily exit the bus, just walking hurts so much, but I put on a neutral expression, entering my home slowly. The lights are off, maybe he went to sleep early for once?

Those thoughts of hope are sharply stripped away when the cold light filters through the room.

"Where have you been, young lady?" I lower my head subconsciously, knowing I'm in trouble. I keep myself facing the door, I don't need him seeing my tear-streaked face, he'll probably just shout at me.

"I was just hanging out with my friends." I try to make it sound like I did nothing wrong, but I know it's just making him angrier.

"You were supposed to be home by 8pm, mind telling me what you were doing till 11 at night." His tone is becoming sharper and more demanding, this tone always leads to him yelling at me. That's honestly the last thing I need him to do, but what am I going to say, 'Hey dad, will you please not yell at me?' Yah, he'll probably scream if I say that.

I maintain my silence, hoping he'll just send me to my room.

"I asked you a question." I stay silent, praying that he'll just drop the conversation.

"LOOK AT ME!" His tone is deep with anger, his shout reverberating through the halls. He slammed his hand against the door, right near my head. I jump in surprise, but refuse to look at him out of both fear and self-preservation.

I can feel his glare deepen as he backs away from me, his sigh of frustration letting me know his shouting is done.

"Go to your room, you're grounded for two months." I don't argue, I don't fight, I simply nod my head and shuffle away, trying to hide my limp as I head to my room.

It's only after sitting on my bed for a few minutes that I finally let silent tears fall. Everything I do is wrong, and the one thing I do that makes him happy ended up being the worst decision of my life.

Maybe I should just stop trying.

———————

It's around 4 in the morning, I've been trying to go to sleep, but every time I close my eyes, I think of when he... when he... oh never mind. The memories are fresh and refusing to yield, so I've taken to pacing around my room, just walking back and forth and back and forth, sometimes accidentally running into my bookshelves.

Normally on a night like this I would be tucked away reading my favorite book, but everything I do right now just feels so out of place.

I'm so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that Alfred had knocked on my door and opened it when I didn't respond. I only noticed when his hand lightly touched my shoulder, which caused a massive reaction.

I almost screamed, but it came out more as a fearful whimper; my entire body jumping away, my feet taking a few steps back to gain distance. My eyes are wide and distraught, scared of who would be in my room, but I calm slightly when I realize it's only Alfred.

He looks surprised, well, that's putting it lightly. He looked more shocked at my reaction, almost looking suspiciously at me.

"Please forgive my intrusion Y/N, I simply wanted to check on you. You've been pacing for a while." His voice furthers my ease, but I also feel guilt tightening my chest. I forgot Alfred's room is below mine, I must've been walking loudly, and I guarantee that me running into a bookcase isn't quiet.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to awaken you." Alfred's always been like an uncle to me, he's helped raise me, and he's always supported me in being myself.

"Do you mind telling me about that bruise?" His question startles me, I wasn't expecting that question, mainly because I wasn't aware I had a bruise. My eyes widen, and I quickly rush away into my bathroom, turning on the lights and gazing in horror at the purple splotch that was darkly forming over my left cheekbone.

I can't handle it anymore, I lean back against the wall, covering my eyes with my hands as I cry. I slowly slide down to the floor, bending my legs up and hiding my face against them as I sob.

Alfred walks over to my clearly distraught form, kneeling down and observing me for a few seconds. It didn't take him long to put it together, the bruised face, the red marks on my wrists, my tangled hair, the fact that I had thrown away my clothes from this night and replaced them with clothes that drowned my figure.

He sighs in silent anger, not at me, but at the disgusting person that did this to me.

He slowly pulls me into his side, and I welcome his fatherly response, crying against him as he whispers to me everything will be alright.

———

I don't know how long we stayed like that until I fell asleep, awakening the next morning in bed to see a note from Alfred saying to come to the kitchen for some pain killers and an ice pack, and that we would be having a chat over breakfast.

I'm scared, scared that I'll have to relive the memories of last night, but I'm also thankful. Thankful that someone like Alfred cares about me like how my real father should.

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Blu Christmas Holiday Movie Asplosion 2022! ⛄ Chapter 12: Batman Returns 🦌 Not only one of the greatest Batman movies in general, with two of the greatest villain characterizations (Danny DeVito's Penguin & Michelle Pfeiffer's Catwoman), but it also has Christopher Walken at some of his most hilarious villainy. This one even I used to forget was a Christmas film, but I no longer forget (and it definitely is). It is simultaneously more out there and darker than its predecessor (1989's Batman), and further, it is more Tim Burton-y. And it's just lots of fun. 🌲 ❄️ 🎄 🎅 #BatmanReturns #1992 #MichaelKeaton #MichellePfeiffer #DannyDeVito #ChristopherWalken #TimBurton #DannyElfman #Batman #MichaelGough #PatHingle #OswaldCobblepot #BruceWayneWhyAreYouDressedUpLikeBatman #BluChristmasHolidayMovieAsplosion2022 #iLoveMovies #christmasmovies #holidaymovies #xmas #christmasspecials #holidayfilms #holidays #movies #christmas #iLoveChristmas #blurays #bluray #MovieNerd #abluchristmas #christmasfilms #christmasmoviemarathon https://www.instagram.com/p/Clfd78JOUZsGKY1wAN4Mkv62pZpZdjUg6NbhQU0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[alissssssteer-crowley]

Eddie-bark-bark-Nygma

This scene has been in my head for a long time. Edward, tired of dealing with strange conditions, just lets Oswald take care of him, gentle touches on his cheek, on his regrown hair. Coblepot is happy about this, smiles, strokes like a dog and asks affectionately: "Were you a good boy, Eddie?"

Yeah, I know it's not canonically, but I'm in love with this idea

[fanfic-the-wish-your-heart-makes]

Oswald Cobblepot Masterlist 🐧🖤💜

Going to a winter market❄

Reaction to you being stressed because you have a lot to do

Gift Giving Observation 🎁🥰

Ice Skating with You⛸🐧🧊

April Fool's Day 👻🤡💜😂

Defending an Invisibly Disabled Someone (this is really short) ❤️‍🩹

Oswald Cobblepot's Contradiction When Someone's Living with Him at the Van Dahl Mansion (can be seen as platonic or romantic) 🥰🤭😂

Part 3 Gotham Character Ranked by How Many Flowers They'd Give You + Headcanons 🌹🌸⚘🌼🌺