#gotham os

[strange-birb]

More secret band AU!!!!! With Steph as the drummer and slaying 💅 ✨

These are pretty rough Ngl….. I’ll eventually do a proper coloring lol

I put her in the outfits Victoria from måneskin wear cause she is an idol 👏

Idk I see Steph going ham on the drums and flipping her hair and being an icon. At the end of a showi see her kicking the set to shit and then bowing ( Emerson vibe) catwalks off the stage idk she screams drama and I think it would be funny 😂

Her family doesn’t really react cuz like she is chaos and it’s to be expected

Tim climbing on rafters and hanging from the ceiling as he screams… not so much

The batfam reacting to Tim: 🫢😶👀😳

Tim: P1…. P2…

JASON

[knight-says-nanana]

My gripe with the wider nygmobblepot fandom is the trope/joke of making Oswald “the wife.” Because. Yes, they’re both men, but more than that? If we Had to assign one the wife role, between the two, it is not him.

One is distinctly more feminine in style, falls into the same tropes that are stereotypically thrust upon female characters, and has repeatedly proven to have Very Strong domestic tendencies in relationships.

The other wears makeup.

Let Ed be the wife in our memes, please, it’s so much more accurate and there’s so much more canon material to joke about

[heshmmity]

some gay dudes dunno i just love them

[clericxhood777]

Oswald's gay ass when his love interest does something that's hot

[officiallyossy-haywooddent]

Mun Post, pay it no mind -

I’m just posting this on here because his friends still follow my main-

Ya’ll I am NOT vibing rn 😭

My brain’s been stuck like the platonic version of this song for like 3 hours now-

I need to curl up into a ball and have someone roll me down a hill. I hate this so much like istggggggg

Like, babe, remember those were the worst years of your life. Just because they were fun does not mean you should meet up with him-

BUT LIKE I’M SO BORED AND I WAS NEVER BORED BACK THEN

This is worse than texting an ex tbh ‘cause like wtf is my brain on rn???

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Istg i need something to do or im gonna have a whole ass mental breakdown. I also might just post a rant about about this era of life at some point idk

[lemon-cheese-cake]

No but how did we all forget that when Oswald wakes up in Ed's apartment in S2 he asks 'where is my clothes' and Ed says he threw them away because they smelled.

Clearly stating that he changed Oswald while he was unconcious.

[livepoultryfreshkilled]

oswald did a titus andronicus AND a henry IV part 1 (fed a lady her kids and won a battle by having a bunch of people dress and walk like him to distract attackers). in the comics he quotes and reads a lot of keats and poetry, and you'd think that in the show they're not showing the well-read trait bc of the lack of quotes, but theres a VERY obvious shakespearean tone to his actions and language. #girl

[probablycraze]

Brown riddlers>>>>>

[autism-connoisseur]

if i was oswald (bc hes definitively talking about oswald) id punch the daylights out of him ngl

[off-traveling-in-the-stars]

*is visibly shaking* thehf fucking knives scmnene in season 5 of tgogohtam oh my goddjkfk

[electromignion]

Life Damage (AO3 - OS)

Link to the fic

Fandom: Gotham Knights

Pairing: Harvey Dent/Bruce Wayne

Characters: Harvey Dent, Bruce Wayne

Rating: Teens & Up

Words: 1002

Synopsis: Harvey Dent discovers the lifeless body of Bruce Wayne, his long time boyfriend. His mind starts spiralling.

Tags: Beginning of episode 1, Bruce Wayne is Dead, Hurt No Comfort, Emotional Hurt, Canonical Character Death, Death, Mentioned Turner Hayes, Harvey Dent Needs A Hug, Trans Harvey Dent, Soft Flashback in the middle, Established Relationship, Trans Male Character, ftm Harvey Dent, Coming Out, Bruce Wayne is a good ally, Harvey Dent/Bruce Wayne but nobody knows besides themselves,Good Parent Harvey Dent, Emotional Baggage, Sad, Sad Ending, it explores the scene where Harvey Dent discovers Bruce Wayne's body, Emotional Damage, Tragic gay shit,Tragic Romance, Love, love but death kills everything

[ar1mas]

SAY 👏 IT 👏 AGAIN 👏

I’m sensing sarcasm. Just as sharp as ever.

[the-multiversal-shrink]

Of birthdays and train delays.

OoC. Angst fic, no major TW’s as far as I’m aware but lmk if ya’ll think there should be any! Mainly written by Os-mun. My girl needed more angst in her life <3

“‘Course, kid! I’ll see y’then.”

Asa waited a few seconds after the telltale click of someone hanging up to put down the phone. Fuck, she already regretted the whole conversation. It was his birthday, something she’d only remembered after checking her calendar for her next shift, the plain black text beside it serving as a rushed reminder that yes, her baby cousin was born 17 years ago to the day.

She doubted he remembered, honestly. Jolene had never cared much for him, and he’d been with the mater since before he could speak. At least Asa’d had a few years to remember her own. Mo-Saraphene had bothered to keep a calendar inside the compound, much to the distaste of the disciples. The day he’d been born she’d stolen some ink from the temple and used it to scrawl each of their names onto the little squares of their respective days, “Our little secret, bud.” She hadn’t thought of who might see.

Never mind that all, she needed to get ready. Old pyjamas weren’t birthday attire, and she still needed to get Caz a gift. Six years, Asa, six years you were gone. Six years and she wasn’t there to fix everything, she wasn’t there to stop whatever the mater had planned for him. To think of everything that she couldn’t stop when she was there..she’d fucked it all up again and..

The babies were screaming again. They didn’t like it in the cellar; too cold, too dark, too quiet. She wasn’t allowed out anymore, since the arrival of the godling; ‘such an impure gaze would tarnish it’ was what the disciples said, no doubt parroting the Mater. For a time she still heard of what happened from day-to-day in the compound, stories spilled by the mouths of the children; tales told by their wounds. That was until they too were told to keep silent for fear of being tainted. She was an outsider to the temple, never to mind that she’d spent over half her years here, never to mind that she’d been raised by one of the council, no; Asa was tainted by the world for reasons unknown.

The few glimpses of the world she got now came in fragments of conversation passed in the cold nights of the cellar, whispered words fallen between curled vines and silvered needles; pained cries from where she’d sew his skin back together. He’d been the first she’d been charged with, the first put under her care when Jolene became one of the council, no longer having time to spare for her only son. It’s not like she deserved him, much a mother she was. Asa remembered looking over to the babies, dark silhouettes in the deep grey of the underground, what made them so holy? Her fate may have been that of an outcast but it paled in that of her cousin; the godling’s monster. She wasn’t sure what that meant, but she knew Cazimir was anything but a monster.

Her scars itched as if they were freshly formed, the cold cream she spread over them before heading out of the house did little to soothe them. The city was bright, loud; the station much the same. The cold metal of the turnstiles pushing against decade-old wounds. Just get to the train. Asa couldn’t afford a panic now, not today. She wouldn’t ruin this for Caz, for Olw Os. The hard floor of the station was a welcome seat, back pressed against the vending machines. It’s okay, she could do this. She couldn’t be late.

The first time she saw the godling was the second to last time she was let out of the cellar. One of the babies, known but unnamed, had fallen ill. Her and her moin sorelli, the two other girls that had joined her in the cellar in the early months of that year, hadn’t known what to do and so she alone had been let out to take the child to be healed. It was not without difficulty that she made her way through the chambers and fields of the compound; the blindfold she bore still could not stop the burn of sunlight from flooding her eyes that had gone so long without.

The temple where the healers resided found itself in an atrium of the inner sanctum; somewhere few in the compound had entered and even fewer had left. The maenads often chose to remove themselves from the presence of the minor disciples, afraid even that would taint their connection to their lord and, by extension, the godling. She wondered how they felt knowing that one of the outsiders, confined not just to the outer rings of the compound but to a cell of stone within it that near to none dared to enter, walked among them. She wondered how the godling felt, if it even knew of her presence. Cazimir told her it was kind, wondrous. He was infatuated with it, though he said it had yet to utter a word to him; its tongue bound in brambles to match that which wreathed its head.

Her foot caught against something that she could only assume to be stone, rough and cold and jagged, a noise like air being pushed through a straw rattling off of it. And..oh, no. The noise sounded again, mangled and rough and..

Someone was shaking her. The lights of the station flooded in, calmingly warm and dappled. Asa looked up to see a woman dressed like it was the 40’s standing above her, her eyes wide. She couldn’t have been more than 20, and, for some odd reason, seemed to be carrying a pastel pink, old-style parasol.

“You alright, miss?”

Asa nodded before hauling herself to her feet, glancing at the large screen displaying the outgoing trains and their schedules.

“Yes, thank you.”

She smiled at the woman quickly, before turning down the set of stairwells and escalators leading to her platform, her face growing warm with shame. Breaking down like that over a fucking phone call, what a joke. Wasn’t she supposed to be a shrink? She turned down the last tiled hallway before walking out onto the platform; this one was made of sharp stained glass and twisted gold wiring. It looked like vines. She shook the thought from her mind once more, turning to stare at the ceiling. Two minutes till her train arrived. She had a birthday to plan.

[vexahlla]

yet another cartoonishly evil thing i can explain I CAN SHUT UP!!!

first of all, this show is an exaggeration of itself at this point. we should just acknowledge that before anything else. but i do have actual things to say about this lol

let's be clear here, this is an absolute batshit decision from the writers. the song is pure camp. but the rest of it has some actual grounding.

penguin wants power, respect, and adoration. all things lacking from all the times he's been underestimated. he saw an opportunity to take gotham (fortune favors the bold!) and he took it. he grabbed power. he can force respect. he can be the sole provider of ammunition in his now ruined city.

now adoration on the other hand... he cannot grab or force that.

he's not talking about love here. he's talking about adoration. he may NEED love, but he's acting on his WANT.

ed's right here (i mean he shouldn't have said it about HIMSELF on the penguin-suffers-but-ultimately-gets-whatever-he-wants show) and it's a DIRECT result of his mother spoiling him.

oswald craves love but doesn't know how to give it. this was at the core of his and edward's initial conflict, this is something ed saw in him. he puts himself first. he grew last season in terms of martin, in terms of edward, but they are the exceptions to the rule. he valued his own revenge over his friendship with butch.

and so he starts season 5 with no friends, by his own hands. and it's different from all the way back in season one. he only had himself before. now he has less than nothing. he only wanted power then. now it's all he has. and it's corrupting. "i was not a good friend, to you or to anyone, it's why i'm alone." he's spiraling and everyone in gotham is collateral.

...speaking of adoration, let's talk about ed.

the reason oswald "fell for" ed was because he saw someone who would give himself entirely to him. ed is always desperate for the approval of authority figures. it's why he prioritizes finding "an enemy or a teacher" when he's trying to claim his identity. it's why he attaches himself to both oswald and lee.

if ed hadn't caught onto the cruelty and betrayal of trust with isabella, penguin would've used him the same way.

ed craves love but doesn't know how to recieve it. this was also present in their initial conflict. the reason ed shot os is because he couldn't face the truth of being in love with him. of being just like the man who took his girlfriend's life (how many partner's love interests has he himself tried to kill again?) the most repressed man in gotham city 💚

[officiallyossy-haywooddent]

I think you're insanely mentally ill and a little silly.

Sometimes I want to shake you until your brain resets :)

Jokes on you I don’t have a brain—

[and-so-he-rambled]

Gotham Rogue Vlad Masters Part two

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 3



The first night was the worst. Vlad broke into an empty old house without much difficulty, observing the layer of dust over everything and the lack of cameras or security beyond an old system he easily dismantled.

The kids were weary, plodding along and knuckling their eyes as they tried to stay awake and alert. Jazz had a hand on Danny the way she always did when Vlad wasn’t carrying him, refusing to let him go far from her.

She tightened her grip as a sleepy Danny began to sink into the floor, Vlad diving forward to scoop the child up. He returned to a solid state, still not in control of his powers. They’d had a few teaching sessions since Danny came into his care, but they hadn’t been far along when they’d had to flee. The stress and sleep deprivation wasn’t helping the boys already frayed control of his powers. Even Vlad, a Self proclaimed master of his curse, found himself phasing accidentally.

He led the two to the first empty bedroom and laid them both down, Jazz curling around Daniel protectively.

“Sleep Jazz, I’ll stand guard.” He shifted to his ghost form, Jazz eyeing him warily the way she always did before nodding and closing her eyes. He knew she would try to stay awake anyway, but was confident she’d lose the battle soon.

The ghost inspected his wound, frowning at the black lines spreading out from the hole in his upper arm. That wasn’t good.

He’d tested various of the Fentons and his old designs on himself when researching what he’d become, and none had this effect.

The ghost sent a copy to explore the house, sitting guard next to the bed and assuring himself that a ghost didn’t need sleep. Sure, he’d feel in like a truck when he switched back, but right now he was too dead to be tired.

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The kids looked much better after a bath and a meal. He didn’t dare use the electricity until he knew where the bill would end up, or he could hack in and reroute that bill to get lost or paid under the table. For now he just heated a pot of spaghetti-Os over his flaming fist.

Danny had found a young boys room, mostly devoid of life but having a few toys he latched on to. He played and seemed like a normal boy if not for the flying around the house, kicking off of walls and tumbling through the air with a giggle as Jazz tried to wrangle him. they still had dark circles under their eyes and a haunted air, but they looked like kids again.

He left Jazz in charge when Danny went down for a nap, flying from the mansion invisibly before touching down behind a building and coming back into view. It was easy to slip into the crowd, injured arm held protectively to his chest as he weaved around people who semis just as soulless and dead as he was.

The shelters were a mess, and many of the food banks seemed overworked and shady. He snuck in through the back and stole two portions for the kids, storing them inside himself as he continued scoping out Gotham. It was a shit hole, but he could feel the ambience of death that clung to him like a second skin and hid him from prying eyes.

He went back as it started to grow dark, a bag full of broken electronics on his back.

As the kids scarfed down their food, once it was sufficiently pulverized, he began to disassemble and work on the tech. He needed a way to stay in contact with Jazz that couldn’t be tracked or hacked, and would likely give one to Danny once he was a little older.

Jack had been better with tinkering, despite being an utter buffoon otherwise. Vlad couldn’t help but think of him and Maddie the entire time he tinkered, hands feeling guided by theirs.

It took him a few days to finish them in between trips to Gotham to steal food and entertainment for the kids who were definitely feeling cooped up. They had new clothes now, stolen from a thrift store as to not stand out. He hated to see his charges in rags, but this city was a dangerous place to stand out. They had to hide until Vlad was more prepared.

He knew he couldn’t keep them locked inside the mansion forever, and he needed to do some research. He wanted to steal a laptop, but he’d need to find a place with Wi-Fi to hunker down.

He made a decision as Jazz did her nightly lesson of trying to teach her little brother how to shoot straight, they needed a chance to be children.

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