#c: oswald

[jamesgcrdon]

@umbrellaclad

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” Jim took a sip of his drink as he glanced over at Oswald, his expression neutral. Oswald was always offering Jim olive branches; it just remained to be seen if it would actually mean peace -- a pax penguina as it were -- or if it would prove to be a mass of splinters, drawing blood. He set the scotch glass down at the table and laid his hands flat on the surface. “What do you get out of this?” he said. “Just tell me now, Oswald. There’s always something in it for you, somewhere down the line. Even if it won’t materialize right away, I know you.” He looked at him again. “You’re planning two or three moves ahead of everybody else.” Especially if he could use other people as pawns.

[babsqueen]

@emperorisms -- prompt from here

“There’s no need to huff and puff. I’ll let you come in.” Babs flashed Oswald a sweet smile as she stepped back to let him into her office, before using her palm to swing the door shut. She bumped her hip against the knob to make sure it clicked, then turned to Oswald. ���Now what’s up, Pengy?” she said, folding her arms over her chest. “You seem agitated.” She made her way over to her desk and perched on the corner. “What’s the matter? Did they discontinue your favorite hairspray? Did your cravat guy crap out on you?” A grin touched her lips as she delicately swung her foot back and forth, raising an eyebrow. “What? Tell me.”

[smoslilguys]

@corruptedarkness​

Oswald Cobblepot’s presence always spelled trouble. Especially when he wasn’t expecting to see him at all. Jim felt himself tense when the smaller man slipped into the bar stool beside him. Glancing over at him before closing up the paper and plopping it against the wood of the bar. “What do you want?” He finally asked him. His voice was as gruff and as stern as it always was. Even if he knew it wouldn’t do much to scare the Penguin away from his side. Oswald didn’t tend to approach him for no reason. Especially not in a cop bar. Was he crazy? Or just eager to squander Jim’s already shaky reputation. He could already feel the stares he was getting and practically hear the whispers. “Up and out.” He demanded finally. “We don’t talk in public.”

[mobqueenfishmooney]

@umbrellaclad

Things were shifting. Or preparing to at least. Fish had lived in Gotham's underbelly all her life, and she knew what every little tremor in the wind meant. Instinct like that separated the killers from the victims, the winners from the losers. Fish had that instinct, and she knew it was time to make her move. To start things in motion, by going to pay a visit to a very old friend.

His club was... quaint. A little gauche, in her opinion. Fish, with two of her best and biggest behind her, strode inside. The crowd parted at the mere sight of her, falling silent and staring. But Fish kept her eyes forward. Fixated on him. "Oswald," she called out, the smirk on her lips so sharp it could draw blood. "My little penguin. I love what you've done with the place." She leaned forward, drumming her nails along the bartop. "Aren't you going to offer me a drink? Show some decorum. I taught you better than this."

[dandelionjack]

i love you time loops i love shifting architecture i love you haunted castles i love you brooding i love you stories as a life raft parables as a means of survival i love you incomprehensibly inconcievably long temporal intervals i love you determination i love you devotion i love you minotaur in the labyrinth love you trying again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again. dying and dying and dying and dying and dying and still nothing feels worse than having lost your best friend but you can't give up, not now, not ever, how can you? the narrative in the shape of a girl declares that you're going to win. you could never do anything else. i love you gothic medieval architecture i love you cogs and gears and rusted machinery i love you RELIGIOUS IMAGERY i love you however long it takes however dark however deep however alone i love you

i love you METAPHORS FOR GRIEF!! the pain of losing someone you cared for feels like it lasts an eternity and it is an eternity. it feels as if you're a broken record, spinning round and round (like a circle in a spiral like a wheel within a wheel) but however many seconds in that eternity, however many years it takes to move on, to seek a future beyond the prison of your mind – it feels like billions for each and every one of us, as ghost clara says: "you're not the first person to ever have lost someone".

every grieving person is stuck in their own confession dial. an endless fruitless unceasing loop of guilt. what could i have done? what could i have done? what could i have done?

but however long it takes, it is not forever. nothing can possibly remain the same forever. simple physics. entropy. everything decays, even grief. piece by piece, word by word, bird by bird. this hole you dig is not your grave. get up. pull yourself out of the pit. even diamond is subject to erosion.

[k-looking-glass-house]

Happy Halloween!

Take care of you your loved one! And cherish your lost one!

(edit realisation....it looks like Vil ssr halloween...and Riddle sr halloween town.....damn it it was on my queue anyway)

See you~

[bunnies-n-bowties]

✧ Hello Epic Mickey fandom, have a current WIP I'm working on because I love them and I can't contain my excitement. ✧

[mysecretwindowuniverse]

1x10 | Lovecraft

'I'll find your mole for you. Trust me - he'll belong to Fish'

[captainswan618]

just finished s8 btw. currently contemplating ways to kill the doctor with my bare hands for never fucking letting anyone in even a tiny bit :))))))))

[glittter-skeleton]

Sexy unkillable loyal dog will never not be my favourite charecter

[quietwings-fics]

one, two, three

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Doctor Who Ship: ClaraMissyRoseTwelve Additional Tags: Pre-Poly, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Bickering, Humor, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Wordcount: 747 Summary:

When the Doctor wakes up, there are three faces staring down at him—two he recognizes and one that leaves him with the nagging feeling that he should.

Prompt:

"Could you do a follow up of the Rose/Missy prompt? I'm just thinking about what might happen after when the Doctor sees her, the interactions between the three of them (plus Clara!). It would be soooo fun to see the Doctor's reaction to Rose being you know. There."

When the Doctor wakes up, there are three faces staring down at him—two he recognizes and one that leaves him with the nagging feeling that he should. He’s not sure where to look. Names jumble together on his tongue.

“Doctor?” says Rose, and she can’t be here. It’s not so far out of the question that he’s seeing ghosts after being knocked on the head. He can’t let himself talk to her. That’s too much like hope. He casts his gaze over to her side.

“Clara,” he says. She’s down with him in a moment. He has to see the shock cross Rose’s face, and he’s only able to stand it because she isn’t real. The real Rose is alive and happy and so far beyond his reach. Better for it, he knows. Better to be far, far away from him.

“Missy!” says the third figure. “Introductions over. On your feet, Doctor, I’ve got another present for you.”

“I’m not a present,” Rose says, in the long-suffering tone of someone who has had this conversation many times and never been able to change how it goes. Missy ignores her. The Doctor clasps at Clara’s offered hands to sit up. It’s only when she glares up at the other two woman-

“Clara,” he whispers, poorly by how both Missy and Rose immediately look at him, “can you see her?”

“Which one?” Clara says. “The one who told me she wants to skin me to make a handbag”—Missy grins, folding her hands like she is completely innocent. He has a terrible feeling that he knows exactly who she is.—“or the one who was too busy making puppy-dog eyes at you while you were out to notice?”

“I was not-” Rose starts.

“You definitely were,” Missy says. “Watch what you say, Clara. She bites!”

“So do I,” Clara mutters.

The Doctor stares, his mouth half-open, as the three of them bicker. It’s Rose who notices first.

“Hey,” she says, so simply. He knows Clara is glancing back at him, but he can’t look away from Rose. Not when she smiles. He’s missed that like sunlight, the memory never as bright as the real thing. He lifts one hand towards Rose, and she takes it as invitation, falling down to the floor with him and Clara and wrapping her arms around him so hard that the air gets shoved out of his lungs. Clara stubbornly holds onto his other hand, so he strokes through Rose’s hair with just one. “You have no idea how long I’ve missed you.”

“You can’t imagine,” Missy adds, and he lifts his gaze over Rose’s shoulder as breathes in the scent of her hair for the first time in centuries. It scares him, the little sympathy he finds on Missy’s face, because if she is who he thinks she is, then he’s not sure he wants to know what Rose means.

He tries to keep the questions out of his mouth, at least for now, to have this moment untainted. Rose burrows into him. “You got old,” she says, fondly.

“Not that old,” he says, and he thinks to tell her about the face that came before, the young one he thinks now would have been more to her taste-

“It looks good on you,” she says, settling him. She pulls back. “Still my Doctor, then?”

“Your Doctor?” Clara asks.

“My Doctor,” Missy speaks over both of them. “I don’t share.” Rose tosses her head to face her.

“Come down here,” Rose says. Missy narrows her eyes at her, but the indignity of following an order is far outweighed by getting close to him. Or, so he assumes from how she butts in between him and Rose to steal a kiss. Rose laughs. Clara gasps, gripping his hand tighter. Even when he’s finally allowed to breathe again, he’s still dizzy. Missy lifts his hand to kiss his pulse at his wrist twice before bringing his hand to her chest to confirm what he’s suspected.

He looks between them, Rose practically (or is she actually…? No, must be a trick of the light) lit up with excitement, Missy deviously stealing into more and more of his personal space, and Clara doing very little to hide her jealousy but still watching, eyes dark and far more hungry than they should be.

He’s not sure how he’s going to survive them, but he will ride out every last moment holding on as hard as he can.

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[emilythezeldafan]

Open Starter

((first encounter, open for muses of all genders and ages. OCs and crossovers welcome.))

"My, what kind of trouble have I got myself into now..?"

The Blue Eyed Ginger thought to herself, sighing as she looked down at her dress, which had been soaked along with her hair thanks to her falling into a pool earlier. Her clumsiness would be the death of her one day...though death didn't mean the same to a time lady as it would to a human. The Doctor was probably worrying himself sick over the whereabouts of his companion, and she could imagine him getting chewed out by Amy. Maybe even River.

The thought made her chuckle to herself.

"Excuse me," Amerie Rowe lightly tapped a stranger on the shoulder, sighing as she pulled her hand away quickly and attempted to wring the water from her hair. "Would you mind telling me when and where exactly I am? I find myself temporarily unaware of my whereabouts." Why she avoided the word lost so adamantly, even she didn't seem to know.

[bones-n-bookles]

Book of the Hopi: the First Revelation of the Hopi's Historical and Religious Worldview of Life, by Frank Waters, drawings and source material recorded by Oswald White Bear Fredericks, 1963

SunChief: the Autobiography of a Hopi Indian, by Don C. Talayesva, 1942

[martyrbat]

batman: the sunday classics

[ID: Batman holding an umbrella over the Penguin as he's being put in a police van. Batman chirps, “Permit me, Penguin... It's starting to rain again — and I wouldn't want you to catch a cold!” Penguin squawking reply to Batman's advances has been edited to be blank as Robin, who's standing in the rain, watches. END ID]

[k-looking-glass-house]

[SR] Cass' and K, kite and carousel~

Airbone Afternoon by @the-trinket-witch that fan event is very cool, the concept is great!! I love having so many Disney ref on one island, from Atlantis to Mary Poppins!! Also.... yes August is almost done! How fast time passed...~

I must say...despite my age...I never flew a kite myself, let the rabbit do it for you.... The levitating potion also made me laugh.....I would have go for that one!!

Let's just imagine Cass' taking care of K after a while and decided to follow Crewel's advice about going to Altus for the Airbone Afternoon since "puppies" are pretty fond of it!

Cass': "I think we doesn't match outfits here K *looks at peoples outfits*, hnnnn steampunk.....thanks the great 7, Kuruella is not here!" K: "Mishtressh look it's flying, it is flying!!" Cass': "Don'....t make me look please....how is that blue crystal even working...we are flying for about 3 hours now....so high....!" K: "Yes, yesh higher, higher, HIGHERRRR!!!" Cass': ".........*horse carousel goes higher* It will never eeeeennnd HELP HELLLP"

Eventually a kind one would help them...eventually...I guess....haha

also...why that horse carousel...looks like Pinkie pie....it wasn't even on purpose!!!

_Credit_

card bg made by @the-trinket-witch

fan event by @the-trinket-witch

Outfits inspi from first and second movie "Mary Poppins"

[kingpinpenguin]

headcanon. ╱╱ impulsive behavior.

Oswald Cobblepot's impulsive behavior can be attributed to several factors;

His deep-seated insecurities and fear of being perceived as weak.

Despite his cunning nature, Oswald is often ruled by his emotions, which can be intense and overwhelming.

Additionally, his troubled upbringing and the trauma he experienced as a child may result in difficulties with emotional regulation and impulse control.