#featheredfiend

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Birds are Spies

The truth about our feathered friends will shock you. Watch Now: Watch it now!

[riddle-factory]

basically ed hates hush so much it gives him a boner

me to jude in discord just now

[genxtic]

@featheredfiend

     “ You’re from Gotham. “

      It might be the accent, it might be the way the other man watches         people, but it’s more than likely the fact that he knows exactly         who Oswald is that leads him to say it.  Oswald Cobblepot.          Anyone who paid attention to anything happening in Gotham         knew who he was.

      Anything was worth pouring his interest in if it distracted him         from the crap going on around here.

[hellexpont-blog]

@featheredfiend liked for a starter!

“So, I’m planning on throwing a charity ball, now that I have the means to,” Lex says, musing a little.  “Would you like an invitation?”

He’s been having to split his time between the sister cities, and while he tries to be in Gotham as often as possible, he doesn’t get to see Oswald as much as he would like.  And yes, throwing a ball as a pretext to get some time with Oswald is a little much, but at least he’s not gone and murdered anyone lately.

[forlcrnfrost-archive-blog]

if this isn’t real friendship, I don’t know what is.

[mylipsarevenom]

@featheredfiend - from here [X]

“Oh,you mean this bottle?” Patrick asked, voice falsely questioning as he lifted the bottle daintily in his hands. He swung it from side to side almost absentmindedly before suddenly letting go, the glass shattering across the floor instantly. “Whoops,” he said, hand still lifted as if in mock surprise before emerald orbs turned sharp. They glared at the other man, the hybrid taking a calculated step forward. “I’m all for drinking the pain away, Oswald. Truly, I’ve had my share of nights I don’t remember with bruises as the only reminder. But you have to get a grip. You’re not going to win the city like this. And I am in no mood to plan your funeral. I wouldn’t even use your body for fertilizer at this point.”

[adrenalinesaint-archive]

This is, hands-down, the worst part of being the poorest criminal in this God-forsaken city. It’s a good thing whatever sense of pride Jonathan maintains is layered under roughly three tiers of burlap and jute and straw, tucked away in his closet at home with his breathing apparatuses, et cetera. 

“Cobblepot.”

“I need money. I’ll owe you a favor.”

@featheredfiend​

[riddled-mind]

At least you had a father who loved you.

And who could express emotion outside of yelling, throwing punches or a bottle in your general direction.

[notpoisonoakie-archived]

@featheredfiend | continued

      "Oh, it was those bodies?" One of Odette's pretty little doves had stepped in to answer her question, and it seemed like they even took care of the threat. Impressive, these girls were more useful than Ivy first thought. 

      “Stay down, Penguin. You’re lucky a doctor has came to see you.” Of course that wasn’t where Ivy got her PhD in, but she knew plants, and knew just as many plants that could heal rather than harmed. She had created herbs that were ten times better than the original, just like she had done with her poisons.. [Plus, with how often Harley got herself hurt.. Ivy sort of had to learn a bit more than one took in a first-aid class.]

      “What happened?” She looked between Odette and her birds, waiting for one of them to tell her the problem so she could fix it. 

[partnerasshat]

"Guess who's back?"

“Don’t you ever stay dead?” Christ, he ought to get money for every time that someone told him Oswald Cobblepot was dead. He’d be rich enough to retire... or close to. At least buy himself a nice bottle of whiskey to drown all the problems that came with Oswald Cobblepot standing at his desk smug as a cat.

@featheredfiend ||

[toxinumbed-blog]

@featheredfiend liked for a starter !

“This is quite an institution, Mr. Cobblepot.”

Jonathan doesn’t like blue all that much. He never has. Finds that it’s one of the many colors that’s GAUDY in excess. As well as being extremely cold, the Lounge is extremely blue. He huddles his jacket closer around his body and gives a shiver. The weather outside was bad enough, but coming here was worse.

“It must take a SPECIAL type of person to be given a V.I.P invitation.” He carried the card in his inner pocket, laced in gold and yet more blue, as a little token. Either an honor or a warning. With Oswald’s notorious reputation that he’d heard about, Jonathan didn’t come to that lounge as a supposed V.I.P without some backup. “Tell me, why did I get one? Have we even spoken before, face-to-face? Or only through your help?”

[riddle-factory]

Ever since his abduction at the hands of Tabitha Galivan, Ed’s been -- understandably -- different. He wears less green, his suit hung up in the closet in a plastic bag to keep the dust away. Gray sweaters, his glasses, and fleece pajama pants are his uniform now, and as he drifts through the halls of the Van Dahl estate like the ghost of the man he used to be, he doesn’t make a sound.

He simply makes himself a pot of tea and takes it outside to the porch where he can watch the snow fall from the bench swing. Legs all folded up underneath him, the blanket he’s left out there from the day before finds his lap and forms the final piece of the puzzle slipping into place.

He’ll be here all day. Again. Empty-handed, with nothing to distract his overactive mind besides the snow. Millions of perfect, little fern-like dendrites, mathematically perfect in every way, replicable and pristine, falling into an amorphous white void of randomness and chaos.

@featheredfiend

[redheadedgunslinger-blog]

TOP THREE INTELLIGENCES FOR YOUR MUSE 

Body Movement: 5

You like to move, dance, wiggle, walk, and swim. You are likely good at sports, and you have good fine motor skills.

Self: 3.86

You have a very good sense of self. You like to spend time by yourself and think things over.

Social: 3.86

You like to develop ideas and learn from other people. You like to talk. You have good social skills.

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[hellexpont-blog]

@featheredfiend | from here

Metropolis was an odd juxtaposition to Gotham City. Bright lights and clean air. It was almost an over-stimulant for Oswald as he made awkward conversation with the rich and powerful who resided within. There were polite, but intrusive, questions successfully evaded with the help of a decent glass of scotch and, finally, when he was able to catch Lex alone, Oswald pulled him into a secluded corridor.

“These people,” He said with a smile on his lips. “Are atrocious.” And without thinking, his gloved fingers caress Lex’s jawline and he leans in for a soft kiss, pressing Lex forward until his back his the wall. “But you are perfect.”

Lex isn’t anticipating the kiss, and he flounders internally for a moment, warring instincts to touch and to flinch mingling together in an abortive spasm of his hands -- but his mouth gets with the program before the rest of him, kissing back in that moment.  

“High praise, from you,” he breathes, dazed.  How Oswald can knock him off his feet with a touch should worry him, should, but ultimately doesn’t, because Oswald has, every time, fought for him like no one ever has.  It’s one of the reasons Lex has fallen so madly in love with him over the years, and why, even pinned to the wall, he feels utterly safe.

[basedmomfish]

@featheredfiend || cont.

A long, thin, wicked grin spread across Fish’s face as she carefully approached the resting man. Just looking at him told her all she needed to know about his current state of mind: hazy, medicated off alcohol and prescription drugs. How delicate and vulnerable he looked on that couch...

“I’m not here to hurt you, dear boy.”

[akillerconundrum]

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That’s enough out of you.