#☆ what's a penguin? what's an iceberg? (self)

[chiropterx]

[Leave object on muse's desk meme.]

A bulging plastic bag was left at Kirk's office's door. Inside wasn't anything gruesome like a severed head. In fact once opened a delicious smell of the Iceberg Lounge's food billowed outward. There was an appetizer, entrée, and dessert inside their wrapped containers that were neatly stacked on top of one another. Beside the personalized take-out bag was a bottle of good wine wrapped in a paper bag. All of this, and tucked away was a small note.

"No charge. Let's talk some time. I hear you're onto great things.

Yours Truly, Oswald C. Cobblepot".

Leave an object in my ask and my muse will react to it being given to them.

This wasn't what he'd ordered. In fact, the usual deliveryman hadn't come by at all that day, security camera having alerted him to an unknown visitor passing by only to drop off this bag at his office door. Kirk notices the logo proudly emblazoned across the stark white plastic wrapping and pales visibly. The Iceberg Lounge, only the fanciest nightclub in all of Gotham. He'd never been to the Iceberg Lounge before. Couldn't afford it, especially not now he was living on his own (not that he had reason to go out partying anyway.) The logo on the bag seems to glare at him and it's all Kirk can do not to close the door and hope the bag was no longer there when he next opened it. It finally occurs to him to at least check if there's a letter attached just in case it was actually meant for one of his neighbours. No doubt they wouldn't be best pleased to find that dinner had been delivered to the wrong address and he hadn't even bothered to let them know about the mix-up so Kirk rummages through the contents, his stomach trying not to grumble at the exquisite smells emanating from within. Hell, there was even a bottle of wine included, no doubt just as expensive as the food included but finally he located a small note and is shocked to find it's addressed to him. What could Mr. Cobblepot possibly want with somebody like him? No charge? And onto great things? Kirk Langstrom was no partygoer. He barely registered on anybody's radar, his line of work too small, too niche to be of interest to anybody who wasn't deaf or similarly impaired and yet Oswald Cobblepot, owner of the Iceberg Lounge and upper-class businessman had heard of him, even taking the time to deliver a meal on the house. Part of Kirk was worried. Oswald Cobblepot, while a legitimate businessman, was also rumored to have had shady connections within the city... but then who didn't in Gotham? It was filthy and crime-ridden, had been since before he was born and would likely remain that way long after he was gone. Kirk was content to hide away from it all within the comforts of his little home, with just his vampire bats for company as he doggedly worked to find a cure for his and many other's chronic deafness. His stomach grumbled again as his nose again picked up the scents from within the boxes inside the carrier bag. Appetizers, dinner and dessert with a bottle of wine sure sounded a hell of a lot better than the scant inventory of his pantry (when had he last gone shopping anyway?) and so Kirk reached out hesitantly, picking up the bag by it's handles and crrying it inside. He would have cried at how good everything tasted had it not felt like ashes in his stomach as he wondered when Mr. Cobblepot might come calling, to discuss who knew what.

#oswald pengu1n cobblepot #memes ;; leave an object #Thank you for this Rue! #This was such a nice ask and Kirk is just being his anxious self haha #What could Mr. Cobblepot want to talk about??? #He's just a humble scientist who holes himself up at home these days #When you haven't eaten a proper meal for days so getting a delivery from the Iceberg Lounge is like getting a lifeline from God himself #Now Kirk just feels bad like maybe he was mistaken about the Penguin? #Nobody in Gotham is THAT friendly though #10/10 food and drink though #Leaves positive review on Yelp

[hollowsart]

Penguin 🐧💕

-slaps my own headcanons on him and puts him into my own little spidersona crossover universe-

Oswald Cobblepot, 4'9" king 💖

No one is a bigger bird fanatic than The Penguin. After all, he is named after one! Well, at least no one within Gotham is.

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^^ info and more under the cut:

He has a bit of an ego and self pride. He definitely values his appearance and takes offense to people speaking negatively about him. He knows his worth and value and he will see to it that you see it, too, and that you respect him.

The proud owner of the Iceberg Lounge, a fancy club and bar that a lot of local gang leaders, mob bosses, and the top dogs of Gotham's underbelly like to visit on the regular, as well as the wealthy elite of Gotham overall.

The umbrellas he uses are all made by him. Every last one he uses has a different custom set of tricks and weapons implemented into their unique framework. from the outside they look entirely unassuming.. but they hide a variety of weapons and tools. Gas, bullets, knives, chains, motors, a method of taking flight, etc. You never know what to expect from one of his umbrellas.

He might not look capable, but he is extremely skilled in hand to hand combat among other things. Can hold his own against Batman and other villains within the city.

He doesn't really see the appeal or what the big deal is with Bruce Wayne. Especially when he, himself, is right here for the taking if anyone was interested.. Give him a chance? He'll treat you soooo good and right~

#my art #phone art #the penguin #2004 penguin #the batman 2004 #oswald cobblepot #batman #hiiii hiiii I love him #//long post

[aaabsinthe]

Hi! I was wondering if it was okay to request sfw and nsfw headcanons for Hanzo with a female s/o? Maybe she likes to draw too? (sometimes him as well) Thank you in advance! Have a nice day 🍵

Hanzo x Female Reader Relationship Headcanons

Hey anon, of course! To be completely honest, I think Hanzo is one of the only characters I haven’t really had a chance to get a feel for writing for - as such please forgive me if the quality isn’t fantastic - I’m sure I’ll be writing a lot more for him in the future. PS, I'd definitely like to do one for a reader who draws as a separate post - keep your eye out for that one ;)

SFW Headcanons

I feel like Hanzo is the kind of guy who needs to know someone really well before he even considers dating an option.

I’m talking friends for at least six months to a year before he even lets his guard down around you - the entire time before that, you only really see the tip of the iceberg of his personality and sense of humour, which really are what you fall in love with.

Hanzo is a long term commitment that requires a lot of patience and dedication. There was an embarrassing amount of unnoticed pining on your part for a while before the two of you finally got together.

The first few months were definitely rocky, Hanzo grew up in an unloving household and as a result, he never really had an example of what a healthy relationship should look like. All he really had was teachings from a young age that he would marry someone of his father’s choosing and that was that. There was no explanation of courting or most importantly, of love.

It’s all a learning experience for him and he’s eager to learn to ensure he is able to give you the best and only the best.

Honestly the plus side of this though is how loyal and gentle he is behind closed doors.

If he’s with you, he’s with you - mind, body and spirit.

Hanzo first tries to show his love the only way he knows with spontaneous gift giving. In the beginning his gifts seemed almost random - if you even offhandedly mention wanting or needing something, he's on to it.

Protective at times to a fault.

You come to learn with time that Hanzo's actions are never without an underlying reaction as he begins to open up to you about his past.

With enough compassion and patience, Hanzo eventually begins to drop these behaviours or at the very least checks himself when they happen and continues to work on them.

He definitely still needs you to update him on what you're up to if you're out and about for any reason without him - purely out of concern for you being safe without him present.

Eventually discovers his love language to be acts of service.

Absolutely frets over you when you are sick or injured.

I honestly headcanon Hanzo to be an amazing cook who likes his kitchen prepped and cleaned in a very particular way.

Can and will make you just about anything you ask for.

Loves self care for the both of you, especially together.

Hot baths and showers are his absolute favourite - so you can comb each other's hair - especially loves it if you trace his tattoo with your fingers when it's your turn.

Gives the best massages.

Hanzo is really uncomfortable with PDA and will pretty much never initiate.

If you need comfort or physical touch from him in public, the most he will be comfortable with is linking arms or hand holding. If you need any more from him than that, he will find somewhere private for the two of you.

In private is a different story though, he is incredibly touch starved.

Some part of him will always be touching you - most of the time intertwining legs or arms but on particularly hard days, he just needs to hold you even if that means waddling around with his arms linked around your waist.

Hanzo the clingy penguin.

18+ NSFW WARNING

NSFW Headcanons (18+)

Hanzo is the kind of guy who makes love, it's not 'sex' to him, it's something deeper and more spiritual.

Unfortunately for you, this means waiting a while for the first time between the two of you.

It was worth every second of waiting.

There's no denying that Hanzo is a dom pretty much 90% of the time.

But...

There is a part of him that you can eventually ease out of hiding with enough trust and comfort where he actually discovers he loves being submissive every now and then.

He draws the line at pegging - it's just not happening.

However, his focus is always on you and your pleasure. If you need to be on top or in charge for that, he is more than happy to oblige.

This man worships the ground you walk on so obviously, praise and worship kinks big time.

Other than that, fairly vanilla unless you are particularly kinky.

Really the only kink he refuses to engage with is pain play. Seeing you in pain is the absolute opposite of what turns him on, not to mention it's just triggering for him in general inflicting pain on the people he cares about the most.

Communication is absolutely key with Hanzo.

Will not initiate anything without explicit consent, even rock hard and struggling to contain himself - explicit consent always.

Absolute god of foreplay and aftercare.

Your pleasure is so important to him, he needs you to communicate what you need and want.

He's blunt as a hammer with you, you're going to need to do the same no matter how awkward it is.

This man is weak for eye contact. Stare in to his eyes while you suck his dick and he physically twitches.

Throw literally everything to the wind however when he's feeling jealous and pissed off about it.

You can always tell you're in for it just by the fiery, blown out look in his eyes.

Of course he still asks for explicit consent, with significantly less patience.

Will take you on any available surface.

Has broken very expensive china and vases purely because they dared to be in the way.

Expect to be bruised after he marks from the nape of your neck to your core.

If not from his tongue and lips, then from the absolutely bruising grip he inflicts on your hips whilst hoisting you up against a wall, bending you the kitchen counter.

Praises you for how well you take his cock whilst chanting "mine" like a mantra.

After he's had a chance to physically work through his jealousy, he won't let you out of his sight or arms for the rest of the night.

Lays the most gentle feather light kisses on each and every bruise.

Will carry you to the bathroom to make sure you pee before you pass out if necessary.

Provides breakfast in bed the morning after, all the way you like it.

#Hanzo #Hanzo shimada #Hanzo x reader #overwatch headcanon #overwatch #overwatch x reader #Hanzo x female reader

[karmavongrim]

Poor Guide to Parenthood fanfic idea

DP x DC crossover fanfic idea which I decided to call "Poor Guide to Parenthood".

Danny and Jazz are distantly related to Oswald Cobblepot, otherwise known as Penguin. In their most desperate hour they go to him seeking sanctuary. Well, who’s he to say no to free PR, even if he didn’t read the memo of accepting the role of a caring father.

Was reading The Family Business and this Tumblr post and was inspired. You can find this on my Deviantart as well.

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Jazz really deserved this vacation in Danny’s humble opinion. She’s done so much for him and this was the least he and uncle Os could do; an all-payed luxury spa weekend with the girls which included Harley, Ivy and Selina.

What could go wrong? Apparently a lot, nothing related to the girls but to the boys. Who knew that sending away the only person keeping a hyperactive teen with zero self-control on a leash and leaving said boy to the sole care of their mildly diabolical and eccentric adoptive father was a bad idea.

A good chunk of their mansion was missing with some of it’s iced over remnants embedded to the ground around the plot. Danny looked like he’d gotten to a fight with a fridge and Oswald wasn’t looking any better either. A distance away some of the goons could be seen dragging their half frozen brethren away from the site, he’ll have to apologize to them later. It was a miracle that none of the police or even the bats were there to question them about this mess. Really, all their were trying to do was to create a new ice machine for the Iceberg Lounge with the help of his ice core that wouldn’t run out of ice as fast nor would it melt as quickly, it would safe quite a bit of money and time too.

Now, Danny was intelligent but whatever he was smart was another question entirely. He knows how to make a fully operational hoverboard equipped with weapons any day of the week, but drop some cold hard common sense in front of him and it’d be like alien language to him. In summary: an intelligent man knows how to built a bomb, a wise man knows not to go and poke at it. And that wise man was be Jazz who was absent. Danny knew exactly what to do in this scenario.

“We’re not going to tell Jazz about this.”

Oswald, who has been quietly contemplating about his life choices for a while now finally opened his mouth “…We can pin this on Mr. Freeze.” Danny nodded sagely, clad to see they were on the same page on this one. Neither of them wanted to face the disappointed rage of the red head.

“All right, let’s start planting ‘evidence’ before the girls come back and she’ll never know a thing!” Danny said as he clapped his hands, only to stop when they both heard a very distinctive voice they both didn’t want to hear at that moment.

“You so sure about that dear little brother?” Since the jig was up both Danny and Oswald turned around to face the music. Behind very disapproving Jazz stood Harley, Ivy and Selina with various degrees of amusement. She gave the boys a hard glare “Want to try that again?”

The two glanced at each other for something before Danny nervously started “Ummm… How was your weekend ladies?”

#fanfic #fanfiction #dp x dc fanfic #dc x dp crossover #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #oswald cobblepot #jazz fenton #batman penguin #harley quinn #poison ivy #selina kyle #catwoman #poor guide to parenthood fanfic

[oneatlatime]

The Boy in the Iceberg

58 seconds in and I can already see why people say this show is gorgeous. Look at those colours! Although the double image around some of the line art is distracting.

Can water do that? Just have random fast currents in an otherwise pretty still ocean? Also, Catara couldn't have grabbed a spare paddle and helped? Actually they seemed screwed anyway. If they were going any faster they probably would have landed harder, or not on ice at all.

Judging by Sokka's lack of reaction to Catara's temper tantrum, I'd say she has that exact rant at least three times a week.

It's a face!

Maybe the giant orb created the current to summon them there?

Catara has no self-preservation instincts at all. Giant glowy orb washed up in front of you, don't poke it!

Tiger seals.

Solitaire. Neat.

That haircut is not good. Also a very unique choice for a voice. Wait this is Zuko? The guy everyone's obsessed with?

I love Appa already.

"this is Catara, my flying sister." A man after my own heart.

They really would have been stuck without Aang to offer a ride. What was their plan to get home?

Zuko is a prince? Hunting the avatar to reclaim his honour. Not sure how those two go together but ok. I guess 100 years ago the avatar stole a time-travelling Zuko's honour.

Appa can swim through the night? Why does he have six legs?

I didn't know this was a dream sequence at first and I was wondering where Sokka and Catara were. For future reference: dreams are brown.

Aang should have frozen to death by now. That's nowhere near enough clothes. And Catara can't be only just noticing the blue lines now.

Seems like the village has hit a rough patch.

If this is how catara reacts to a bald child, she's gonna spontaneously combust the first time she meets a teenage boy who isn't her brother. And how is an air bender going to teach her water bending?

Between the Appa snot and the watchtower gag, I sense Sokka will become the butt of many jokes.

You know, if you want him to actually learn, maybe tell him what he did wrong rather than reciting philosophical stuff and then shooting fire at his face? His presumably scarred face? Scarred presumably by fire? Kudos to Zuko for not flinching.

Is there a stick in Zuko's hair that's supporting it upright or does his hair just do that? Does Zuko have Pippi Longstocking hair? Speaking of hair, why does Catara have her hair like that? Surely that gets in the way of seeing stuff? It does look good when her hood is up though.

Good sneaky exposition dump Zuko. Didn't notice it until I thought about it after.

There's something hilarious yet tragic about Sokka spouting the wartime equivalent of live laugh love quotes and losing the battle with potty breaks. He has no idea what he's talking about but he believes in what he's saying so much.

Did Aang spend an hour in there?!?

So pretty.

Appa has six legs and penguins have four wings. Is the rule in this show that animals have 50% more appendages?

Last airbender smothered by penguins, more at 11.

"I haven't done this since I was a kid!" "You still are a kid!" That line feels like something that's going to come back.

Was the whole 'being a bender is showing no fear' or however that line went actually about bending, or do you really just want to explore the ship, Aang?

Gerbils at the south pole?

Would the fire nation send people back to rig a lost ship or are all fire nation ships rigged at all times and the crews are just used to working around the traps? Actually that would be a great way to catch spies.

I would jump to brain-damage induced amnesia from being trapped in an iceberg for a few hours before I'd ever think of a century long cryo-sleep. "it's the only explanation." Really?

All of these backgrounds are so pretty.

Air bending gets you some serious air. Those hops are stupid big, even accounting for cartoon physics.

I really like the end credits music. And according to the credits, I've been mispelling Katara's name this whole time.

Some final thoughts:

Katara (with a K) is too idealistic and trusting and Sokka is too cynical and suspicious. A perfect sibling pair. Also I love Sokka's sense of humour.

I like Aang's specific flavour of goofiness. He seems secure in himself and genuine. He has attention issues though.

Appa is a sea bison actually. Common misconception.

I like that they introduce the antagonist like 10 minutes into the first episode, but they're going to have to flesh him out way more before I read Zuko as anything other than an asshole. Also the voice is going to take a while to get used to. It's not that it doesn't fit the character design, it's just that I've never heard an actual human talk like that naturally. It's kind of muppet-like. Maybe he damaged his throat when he got that scar?

The voice acting is just superb. Even single lines like Gran Gran have distinct character. I did have to rewind a couple of times to catch what the old man with Zuko was saying.

The shading on the snow, the clouds and the skies, it's all so beautiful. You could watch this episode on mute and still be satisfied.

Katara is the only waterbender in the whole south pole, Sokka is the only man in the whole village, and Aang is the only air bender in the whole world. Gonna be a lot of lonely kids in this show. I sense a theme. I bet Appa is the only sea bison too.

Sokka is my favourite so far, but I think Aang is going to grow on me. Katara is a little bit too much of a Little Sister (TM) and Zuko just feels flat. But that just means more room to grow for both of them as characters. Of course Appa reigns supreme. I hope there's more of him in the next episode.

Even though this was half of a two-part episode, the cut off didn't feel abrupt. Maybe not a full self-contained story, but they left off at a perfect place.

Rereading this before posting, I asked a lot of quetsions. That's good! So many hooks to get me into the show, all in the first episode. I'm looking forward to the next one.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #the boy in the iceberg #avatar the last airbender

[hollandorks]

shadows in the night

battinson!bruce wayne x f!reader

chapter eleven

summary: more than a year after the events of middle of the night, y/n and Bruce are happily engaged and working to lower the amount of crime in Gotham. However, a new killer calling himself the Riddler has other plans for their happiness…set during the events of the movie, mostly canonical, some changes made to fit the story

a/n: I’m not saying I’ve gotten past my writer’s block but I at least finished this chapter and most of ch 12 already! Phew! Going to try and keep the momentum going so I can keep posting at least once a week! Enjoy!

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But first they had a rat to find and a serial killer to catch.

It wasn’t long before they were in position. Bruce had parked them in the shadows of a nearby alley that afforded them a view of the Iceberg Lounge. Y/n wasn’t sure where Gordon had parked, but within minutes his voice came over the radio. 

“Kenzie and the twins coming your way.” 

Y/n peered through the rain and saw three figures carrying bags. 

“There’s the Penguin,” Bruce said into the radio. Every line of him was tense. She knew he was focused on the mission before them, but it also felt like he was very purposefully ignoring her. 

“I wonder what’s in the bags,” Gordon mused. “You want to move in?” 

Bruce glanced around before he said, “Let’s follow.” 

They waited until a little convoy pulled away from the club before following at a safe distance. 

Y/n blinked and saw a different car, a night without rain, a different highway. 

Once the cars stopped, Bruce circled around the building and parked in another shadowed alleyway. They were in a similar area to where Marie had been taken that night over a year before, close to the water and far from prying eyes. Y/n swallowed hard. 

“Stay here,” Bruce  said. “I’m going to take a closer look.” He hesitated and then looked her in the eyes. “Keep that thing loaded and ready, just in case.” He inclined his head at her crossbow. 

She nodded. “Be careful,” she whispered, but he was already gone. 

She let her eyes close for just a moment. Let herself wallow in self pity. Let the guilt and hurt wash over her. 

She had always known it was stupid to hide her nighttime activities from Bruce, but sometimes he was so overprotective it drove her insane. Besides–she was right about him being distracted by worrying over her. She knew she was. And as sorry as she was for hurting Bruce, she wasn’t sure she would do things differently if given the chance. 

And she wasn’t sure she was going to stop, either. 

Because they were alike, weren’t they? She and Bruce both wanted Gotham to be better, both wanted to fight for it, both had grievances with the city that manifested in violence against criminals. They both valued the fight. They both lived for the fight. She just had to make him see–had to make sure he knew that she hadn’t meant to hurt him, only protect him. 

Her thoughts were interrupted by Gordon’s voice over the radio. “They stopped at Waterfront Street. The recycling plant.” 

“I’m here,” Bruce said softly. Probably up on the roof, she mused. He liked to survey things from above. After a minute, he said, “It’s a drug lab. Drops. This is a buy.”

“Looks like they got Maroni’s operation up and running again,” Gordon muttered, voice tense. If y/n remembered correctly, Gordon had been part of the case against Maroni.  

She  strained to see anything through the dark and the heavy rain. Her hands were slick with sweat where they rested on the now-loaded crossbow.

“Or they never shut it down at all,” Bruce said. 

Y/n grabbed for her own radio. “At the club the other night, Drops were everywhere. I think they took over Maroni’s operation.”

“What are you saying?” Gordon said. He sounded skeptical. “The biggest drug bust in GCPD history was a fraud?” 

“Knowing how things in Gotham go, it’s not crazy,” y/n said. 

“This just got complicated,” Bruce said. There was a note of something in his voice that she couldn’t place. 

“What do you mean?” Gordon asked right as y/n saw one of the twins disappear. She had a decent view of them guarding the cars from where she sat hidden in the Batmobile. 

When the other twin went to investigate, the figure of a woman appeared behind him. She disarmed him and knocked him out almost easily. Y/n gave a low whistle, impressed. Who was that woman? Was there another vigilante running around? Gotham was collecting them now, it seemed. 

Bruce appeared at the woman’s side as she opened the back of one of the cars. Y/n wished she had Bruce’s regular earpieces instead of the stupid radios. She couldn’t hear anything that was going on until Bruce or Gordon hit the damn button on their radios. 

Gunfire erupted. Muzzles flashed, and she saw Bruce hit the ground. 

“Fuck,” she half-shouted, scrambling out of the Batmobile. Bruce was still recovering from an explosion and collision with a bus. He was out cold. 

Within seconds, more men with guns had appeared, all firing at where Bruce had just been. She ran low to the ground to him, cursing silently the whole while. She saw the woman dive for cover around the side of the car. 

There was a squeal of tires. Gordon leapt out and fired at the Penguin and his guards, providing y/n with plenty of cover to grab Bruce by the arm and drag him into the shadows. She grunted and pulled with all her might. He was heavier than he looked. 

Her eyes met with the masked woman’s for a brief instant. The woman’s eyes were wide with fear–and they were familiar. 

Selina. 

Y/n had Bruce in the shadows by the Batmobile, muscles straining, hip still screaming in pain from the bruise from the memorial. 

The rain woke him. Y/n put her hand over her mouth and used the other to press a finger to her lips. He scrambled into a sitting position, chest heaving. 

“Hey Vengeance!” the Penguin shouted. Another spray of gunfire punctuated the words. “You think you can come after my money, huh?” 

Bruce nodded his head to the Batmobile and they both hurried to get in it. Bruce smashed his fingers on the controls, starting the engine with a roar, revving it up to get it going. Flames flickered from the exhaust vents and from the jet engine on the back. 

The Penguin stood and stared them down. Bruce revved the engine again. 

“Showoff,” she muttered, flashing a grin at Bruce. 

“I need him to run,” Bruce said, face stoic. “Draw him away from Selina and Gordon.” 

And run Penguin did. He scrambled for his car and left all of his guards in the dust even as they continued firing at Gordon. He shouted something she couldn’t hear over the roar of the engine, and then the Penguin’s car was darting away from the rest. 

Bruce shoved his foot on the gas pedal and the Batmobile darted after him. 

“Seatbelt!” Bruce said and she hurried to obey. She still wasn’t sure the car had airbags and she didn’t want to find out the hard way if it did or didn’t. 

Bruce muttered a curse as they almost caught up with the Penguin, about to ram him, when he suddenly turned down a side road. Y/n braced one hand on the door and another on the dashboard to keep from being thrown all over the place as Bruce made a sharp turn of his own. They hydroplaned as they turned then smashed into some sort of barrier. 

They were right behind the Penguin again. 

“Annika’s dead,” Bruce said as he rammed into the Penguin’s bumper once and then again. 

Y/n sucked in a sharp breath. “No,” she said, more to herself than anything. “Fuck!” She smacked her fist into the dashboard in anger. She’d been too late again and the Iceberg Lounge had eaten another woman alive. Would it ever end? 

Y/n thought she might be sick. 

Bruce was busy trying to come up beside the Penguin so he could edge him off the road. 

Gunfire exploded and shatter patterns burst across the bulletproof glass next to y/n’s head on the passenger window. She still had her mask covering her face as she and Bruce both stared at the Penguin, who looked vaguely miffed at the ineffectiveness of his gun against the Batmobile. 

Headlights sliced through the air. A tractor trailer was headed straight for them, and they were right in its way. 

“Watch out!” y/n shouted. 

Penguin darted away just as the truck swerved to miss them. Bruce yanked on the wheel, tires skidding on the wet pavement, as he struggled to get back behind the Penguin, who had taken a sharp turn. Y/n’s heart pounded in time with the heavy rain. 

She cursed under her breath at the amount of vehicles on the highway they were now barreling down. 

They were headed into oncoming traffic, which only made her curse more. Up ahead, the Penguin had bumped into another car and was currently sitting in the middle of the lanes, his car half-turned. Bruce wove in and out of traffic with a single minded focus that terrified her. 

“You’re going to kill someone!” she said as the Penguin’s car lurched forward again. 

Bruce said nothing. His jaw was tight, his gaze focused almost wholly on the car they were chasing. Orange construction cones exploded into the air as the Penguin moved to the other side of the highway. Bruce shoved his foot against the accelerator, eating up the distance between the cars. Up ahead, y/n could see a slight traffic jam of some sort. 

A car smashed into the front of a huge truck as the Penguin escaped part of the traffic jam. 

“He’s going to fucking kill someone!” y/n said again. She wanted to close her eyes, but she was afraid to miss what was happening. Bruce seemed to be paying a lot less attention to the traffic than he should have been. The rage and frustration pouring off of him was palpable. 

She didn’t have to ask to know that most of it was her fault. 

The huge trucks before them started swerving. One of them ran into another, the trailer started to tip on a third, and pipes of some sort fell off the back of yet another. 

Bruce grunted as he hit the brakes to try and avoid the sudden clusterfuck. Both of them lurched forward, seatbelts digging into their chests, as a car behind them ran into them without slowing. Bruce hit the gas again to get off of the car, but that put them directly in the path of one of the eighteen wheelers that had tipped all the way over. 

“Bruce!” she cried out, even though he could see it. He yanked on the wheel. Her heart jumped into her throat as they just barely avoided a terrible crash, the rear end of the Batmobile bouncing off of the truck. Concrete pipes almost as big as a car crashed and bounced all over the highway. Y/n couldn’t help the screech that left her throat as they barreled into one, the armored front of the car protecting them as the pipe exploded around them. 

With another grunt, Bruce shoved a lever forward and the Batmobile put on a burst of speed. Y/n couldn’t watch anymore as the trucks around them collided and started to explode. If they were going to wreck, she didn’t want to see it. 

Weightlessness twisted her gut. She opened her eyes with a gasp and saw nothing but flames all around them. 

The Batmobile crashed into the pavement again right behind the Penguin’s car. Bruce didn’t let up for even a millisecond. They crashed into the rear bumper of the Penguin, sending the car flipping across the highway even as the flames of the wreckage behind them continued to burn. 

The Batmobile skidded to a stop before the car in front of them had even stopped flipping. 

“Shit,” y/n breathed as she watched the absolute chaos around them. “Bruce–” 

“Stay here,” he growled at her as he got out. He stalked with a slow, measured cadence towards the upside down car. 

Y/n’s breaths heaved from her chest as Bruce bent down. There was no way the Penguin was still alive after that, right? Or if he was, he was probably suffering from at least a dozen broken bones. 

Bruce dragged the Penguin from the wreckage as Gordon’s car screeched up behind them, lights flashing. Y/n let out a breath. Finally, someone who could reason with Bruce. She watched as Gordon got out and went over to Bruce. The two conferred for a minute before Bruce knocked the Penguin out with a well-aimed hit. She could see even from a distance that Gordon sighed. Bruce produced a cloth bag that he put over Penguin’s head, and then the two men carried the limp form between them and stuffed him in the back of Gordon’s car. 

“Where’s Gordon taking him?” she asked as Bruce got back into the car. 

“We’re going to interrogate him somewhere private,” Bruce said as he pulled down the highway again like there wasn’t an eighty car pileup behind them. Gordon’s undercover car led the way, police lights now off. 

“Oh,” she said, heart still pounding from the adrenaline of the chase and half dozen near death experiences from the past ten minutes. 

“You’re going home,” Bruce said after a minute. His tone was steel through and through. 

Y/n stiffened. “No, I’m not,” she said back, the same note of steel in her own voice. 

The steering wheel creaked as Bruce’s grip tightened. “Yes, you are. There’s nothing else you can do.” 

“Are you saying that because you mean it or because you’re still pissed off at me?” 

Silence greeted her. She grit her teeth so hard her jaw ached. “Bruce, I can help. I don’t want you to get yourself killed! You passed out earlier when you got hit! You’re still recovering from a bomb exploding in your face!” 

“I’m trying to keep you safe!” Bruce said, almost shouting. 

“I’m not the one who needs it!” she shouted right back. 

He made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat while he turned to follow Gordon. Their cars slowed to a stop. 

“Go home,” he half-growled at her. “There’s a subway stop around the corner. Go home.” 

“No!”

She followed him out of the car. Gordon was out of his, too, hands in pockets. 

“Go home to Bruce Wayne, y/n,” Bruce said in a cold voice. 

Her breath hitched. “I’ll go home when you do,” she said when she could speak. She couldn’t say what she wanted to say in front of Gordon. She couldn’t go home to Bruce Wayne, because Bruce Wayne was trying his damndest to get himself killed right in front of her. 

Gordon glanced back and forth between them, looking both curious and like he’d rather be anywhere else. 

“I’m trying to make sure you don’t get yourself killed like you almost did earlier,” she said in a softer voice. 

Gordon coughed slightly. “Y/n, it’s alright. I can look after him. He’s right–it’s safer if you go home.” 

Her gut burned with shame. “Really, Gordon?” she asked in a dry voice. “You too?” 

Gordon shrugged almost sheepishly. “Look kid, I’m not saying you can’t help, but we can’t have too many cooks in the kitchen. The big guy has a point.” 

She ground her teeth together. “Fine. But–” 

Gordon held up his hands in a placating gesture. “I’ll keep him alive, don’t worry. I was his voice of reason long before you came along.” He winked at her, and she couldn’t help but soften a little. 

She turned to look at Bruce, who was watching her without expression. Words crowded her throat and choked her. I’m sorry and I love you and I can’t live without you. But all she said was, “Be careful. Both of you.” 

Y/n turned her back on the man she loved, hoping it wouldn’t be the last time she’d see him, hoping she’d have a chance to apologize and explain before things inevitably went wrong again.

Next Chapter

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[jesscrazydoodles]

HAPPY NEW YEARS!!! I wanna start 2024 introducing my main penguin oc and finally posting his character card that I had in my gallery for far longer that I’m willing to admit 😅

So, This is Jimmy. I took a page out of @flxr-art book and asked her to describe him and this is what she had to say:

“Jimmy is the type of character that acts mostly because of his love ones instead of for himself, and once he learns how to step outside of what he knows is great. He's so very insecure at first, and still is, but he makes due with what he has and even though he's not confident on himself he takes a step outside of his comfort zone for his friends and is very protective of them”

Jimmy has charisma, but he lacks the confidence to back it up. He “knows” a lot of penguins but had little to no friends before meeting Thunder.

He’s on the inattentive side of ADHD and was definitely considered “gifted” as a kid witch gave him such a self worth crisis that still follows him. Basically if he isn’t giving his 110% he doesn’t feel like he’s doing something right. To him, if things are easy, he’s not putting an effort. This mentality has kept him from perusing many opportunities.

He’s the book’s smart to Thunder’s street smarts in the sense that he does that ADHD thing of picking up information like a magnet and knowing a little bit of everything.

As a kid all to way up to early adulthood he had a blog dedicated to conspiracy theories. Ninjas, secret codes, tipping the iceberg, etc. He still logs into it from time to time but since he became a journalist he’s barely been able to update it. Aunt Arctic had always been a role model to him so, in her honor, his screen name for this blog was “Jimmy Arctic” and it stuck.

His mom is Argentinian and his dad was Puertorican but if you ask him up front he’ll just say he’s Argentinian since his dad passed away before Jimmy could really remember him and he doesn’t feel very connected to that side of himself. He’s very close to his mom though. He was born and raised in Club Penguin but his mom moved away after he grew up.

Jimmy is very adaptable to whomever he is with. He can even the playing field easily or match the energy of the other person. He’s actually on his best when playing off of someone else since it forces him to step out of his comfort zone, and explore different facets of his own personality.

On the down side, he can be a bit egocentric, but not in a “oh look at me, I’m the center of the universe” kinda way. All his life it’s been just him and his mom, so that’s his point of reference. It’s more of a “oh, I’ve been stuck inside my own head for so long that I forget the factor the wide range of reactions from others”

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Fun facts:

-“Jimmy” was the name of my first ever penguin in CP. The name comes from that one character in the Kratt brother’s cartoon. To this day I have no idea why I choose it, I didn’t even like the character that much, but regardless, I’m glad I did.

-I named him Juaquin because as a kid, I didn’t like the name. I also didn’t know how to spell it. It’s fine, it’s a running joke. (Also to all Juaquins out there, I do like the name now, I’m sorry 🙏)

-He was originally going to be related to Aunt A. but upon revision, yeah first thing I scratched. The name stuck though.

-He also had a cousin named Elsa who was a whole other mess of a character so I scraped her

-All my ocs are adults in their early to mid twenties, but of the main three, Jimmy is the youngest.

-His dad named him.

-His mom calls him “Quino”

-Has a lot of ADHD headaches

-He has an argentine accent when he speaks Spanish, and while he can mask it pretty well in English it occasionally slips.

-He enjoys card-jitsu as a spectator sport and collects the cards.

-He came up with the band name. Thunder only regrets it sometimes.

-just in case it didn’t make sense, he has a blue puffle named Blue.

-💚🤍🩶🖤

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I still have a lot of this character I could talk about but I want to leave it a little bit brief cause if it was up to me I’d keep going and that’ll just be a nightmare 😵‍💫 if you’ve read this far that probably means a failed to put the “read more” and IM SORRY 🥲 or you actually read all this and just 🥹❤️ thank you!

#jess crazy art #my art #digital art #art #artist on tumblr #club penguin #club penguin art #club penguin oc #Jimmy Arctic #club penguin story #procreate #oc #oc art #my oc stuff

[artistsfuneral]

Heart Pirates headcanons

it's not entirely uncommon that new members join the Heart Pirates without the captain having met them first

Law is, in some ways, a very self-centered (and highly introverted) man, so when it comes to the recruitment process he gladly lets that fall into the hands of Shachi, Penguin and Bepo

(who, only together, have enough brain cells to take on the responsibilities of a first mate - take one of them out of the equation and you have a mess at your hands)

The three of them have been friends with Law for forever and often they are what helps the rest of the crew connect with their captain (and the other way round) - that's simply how they work

Usually it's Bepo who finds the people in the first place, it's a bit of a running gag that most of the crew stumbled into him when they first met, literally

Shachi is a great judge of character, somehow knowing exactly when a person clicks with the rest of the crew and when they don't

Penguin on the other hand keeps track of everyone's skill sets, he knows who's the best mechanic, who keeps their cool in dangerous situations, who knows how to cook for a crew full of picky eaters and who can swim the fastest and dive the longest

Which brings me to the idea that they have not one, but two chefs, who are almost constantly working full time because everyone upon the Polar Tang is a picky eater! Law is only the tip of the iceberg

Meal prepping takes hours and is done with the utmost care, every single container explicitly labeled with its contents to avoid allergic reactions or wasting food due to taste or texture

There's a food container in the very back of the fridge that's aggressively labeled as 'Bepo's mystery meat' - no one, absolutely no one, but the bear himself and the cooks touch the container

With food always on hand and already prepared, the Heart Pirates don't have specific meal times, they just eat whenever they're hungry and need a break

It rarely happens that all of them are having a meal together, something that is more reserved for special occasions like birthdays, holidays, big victories, or when they're on an island and decide to go out for eating

Very few of the crew members have bounties on their heads and when they're out and about pirating, they're always wearing the trademark boiler suits and all sort of hats to hide their faces - which is super convenient since they just have to wear civilian clothing and no one will recognize them

More often than not, they can just walk past a group of marines that's looking for the Heart Pirates and nothing will happen

Bepo and Law (and later Jean Bart) on the other hand will have to wear the most ridiculous disguises to not be recognized

#one piece #one piece headcanons #heart pirates #trafalgar law #tw food #one piece bepo #one piece shachi #one piece penguin

[finniestoncrane]

I have a mighty need of 2022 Oswald Cobblepot, so I am reaching out to my most trustworthy source of Daddy Oz content 🙏🏻

I was thinking about a shy, innocent-looking reader (I remember those headcanons of yours 👀) being dragged by her friend to Oz's club where they meet at some point, reader is confused when he talks to her and looks both ways before pointing at herself to make sure he is indeed talking to her and he eventually invites her over to his office to "have some fun" and tell her what a good girl she is 🫢 And maybe just maybe he asks for her number afterwards and she gives it to him 🥰

Thank you sm I know you won't disppoint XOXO❤️

A Glimpse

Farrell!Penguin x Female!Reader, word count: 1k i am going to cry ;-; trustworthy? me? ;-; the pressure jhjahsd i might disappoint anon lmao oh god oh though my god me and my little simpleton smile and plain face and stupid round head are quaking in our boots ;-; god i want him to tell me i'm a good girl and then i'll add that to my c.v. thanks 💜 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: flirting, biting, love bites, marking, shy!reader

As a hopeless romantic, you had wasted a lot of your time waiting on someone sweeping you off your feet. To the point where your friends often had a good laugh about your lack of experience, and how the experiences you had were all terrible. Pathetic men who didn’t deserve the time of day, but who managed to convince you that the affair was romantic enough that you could give yourself over to them.

And you’d been dragged to the Iceberg Lounge, an attempt by your friends to get you to give in to carnal urges instead of desperately seeking some classic novel inspired romantic relationship. Or as they had put it, “you needed to get laid.”

While they found their respective potential partners amid the myriad of strangers on the dancefloor, you leant against the bar, watching them have fun. If you were just a little bit less shy, you might have been able to push yourself into someone’s favours. But your inability to speak out, combined with your innocent face, soft cheeks and big eyes, make-up less since it was a skill you weren’t destined to master, this meant you were often left standing to the side.

Your eyes drifted to the other side of the room, searching for a blank space in the shadows to focus on, lest you make eye contact with someone and give them the wrong idea. But you were drawn to, and unintentionally settled on, a large man wearing an impeccable suit, watching over the club with a scrutinising stare. He oozed charm. And you recognised him, quickly placing him as Oswald Cobblepot, owner of the club, criminal, villain. Exactly the kind of man that would be the unlikely love interest in…No. Stop.

But you noticed he was staring back, and if you weren’t mistaken, looking you up and down. Perhaps he was acknowledging subtly that you didn’t look like you belonged. Everyone else was beautiful, glamorous, outgoing and flirty. As you wondered which of your flaws it was that set you apart though, he motioned with his hand, signalling a drink? Did you want one? You looked to your left and right before pointing at yourself, mouthing ‘me’ to just make sure, willing to embarrass yourself for clarity. He nodded slowly, starting to head towards you.

You turned around swiftly, knocking back the remainder of the drink you had ordered, trying to look at yourself inconspicuously in the mirror behind the bar, smoothing your dress at the front as you noticed he was coming up behind you. Turning, you felt your heart leap as you faced him.

“Oswald Cobblepot. And course I was talking about you, you see a nicer lookin’ dame here?”

He was so easy to talk to, completely charming, self-effacing enough that he was irresistibly endearing. Before you knew it you were two drinks down, an hour spent just talking to him. Without noticing, he had you on a stool beside him, leaning in, his hand on your knee, fingers teasing the skin as they trailed around softly.

“Listen, sweetheart. It’s too loud down here, I do my best work in a more…relaxed environment. What’s say we head up to my office?”

And you followed him. You didn’t even remember saying yes, although that was what you had intended to say. Desperately, completely, one hundred percent yes. It might not be a fairy-tale romance, but it did feel like you were being whisked away by a shining knight, but you needed to stop. This could just be a thing, a fluke, nothing might come of it, and that would be fine too.

Once in his office, you submitted to his charms again, sitting close by him on the sofa while he placed his palm on your thigh, letting it trail further up your leg before coming back down again to your knee, over and over again, inching a little bit higher each time he closed in on the hem of your dress. You were giggling more than you ever had, face blushing, subconsciously leaning forwards, into him, and exposing your cleavage, letting your fingers linger on his arm, licking your lips.

Despite the two of you being the only ones in the room, he still leant in to whisper in your ear.

“Wanna have some fun, sweetheart?”

“I’m already having fun, Mr. Cobblepot.”

“You’re easily pleased, huh?”

He let his lips find your neck, kissing deeper as you leant your head to the side, feeling hand find your hip, the other tracing the curve of your side before cupping your breast. His tongue, fast and firm, left your skin moist and tingling, teeth clenching into the skin as he sucked lightly. You knew there would be a mark, and you were excited at the prospect.

With your fingers tight on his shirt collar, you pulled him close, into you, desperate for him to take it further. And when his hands finally found their way back to your leg, you let your thighs separate slightly, indicating your willingness, your desperation for his touch. But there was a knock on his door. An interruption.

Oswald pulled back from you, an apologetic look in his eyes. You smoothed your dress and your hair, trying to cover where you thought the mark from his bite would be.

“Come in.”

“Sorry to disrupt you, Mr. Cobblepot, but there’s a uh…situation.”

“Ok, I’m coming, I’m coming.”

Standing from the sofa, he adjusted his jacket, shirt and bowtie before offering you a hand to pull you up beside him.

“I’m sorry to cut it short sweetheart, I gotta go deal with this. But there’s a notepad and pen on the desk. You be a good girl and leave your number.”

Waiting for him to leave before you moved, you headed over and put your name, number, and a small kiss on the paper before heading back down to the dancefloor, satisfied with the meet-cute, the romantic first touches, and the prospect of living out a steamy romance novel with Oswald Cobblepot.

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[attackfish]

hi there! anything on the aang-ty lee swap?

Continued from: [Link] and [Link].

1. Li isn't exactly unhappy when Sokka has much more serious grown up stuff to do than go penguin sledding with them. It gives her a chance to be alone with another girl, with no boys and no grownups around. She hasn't had a chance to be alone with another girl since she had to leave the Eastern Air Temple. And she can't stop staring. It makes her feel, maybe not jealous but self-conscious. Katara has such beautiful hair, and it wasn't that long since Li became a master airbender, and they had to shave her head for the tattoos, and her hair is only a few minutes long and awkward and floppy. But she can't stop staring. Maybe that's why sthe almost misses the old Fire Nation war ship, entombed in the ice.

2. But Katara notices, and points it out to her, and in a fit of daring, and a desire to make this time with Katara last longer, and may e to impress her Li talks her into going inside. It's cold, and quiet, with creaky iron floors, and it's appropriately eery, and just a little spooky. But it quickly becomes the wrong kind of spooky when Katara talks about the war, and when she tells Li that she thinks she might have been frozen in the iceberg for a hundred years. That can't be right, can it?

3. On their way out of the ship, Li stumbles right into a booby trap that locks them inside and fires off a flair. But, as she points out to Katara, there's a hole in the ceiling, and she's an airbender. She jumps through, carrying Katara with her, and they run back to the village as fast as they can.

4. When they get back, Sokka yells at them for going into the ship, and accuses Li of being a Fire Nation spy and kicks her out for being trouble and dangerous, and Katara insists on going with her and Li has to tell her she can't, and then an annoying angry guy with a ponytail and a face scar shows up, and she has to go back to the village, to protect them, and the angry ponytail guy demands she surrender to him in exchange for The villages safety, and she agrees, and everything is happening very very fast, and she has to figure out how to escape from here, and before she knows it, Sokka and Katara have shown up on Floofy to rescue her, and they are flying away from angry ponytail guy and his ship, and making plans to go to the North Pole.

5. The thing about Mai is, for all her time with Azula was horrible, and she spent so much of it scared, and angry and miserable and it's a relief to be away from her, being around Azula was never boring. There was something about her, something compelling, that drew Mai in, and without her there it's almost as if things lack color. Nothing feels as intense, as sharp, as real without her there. And honestly it's not even that she wants to go back, is that she desperately needs somebody to talk about any of this with, someone who knew what it was like. When she finds out that Ty Aang was so close, just outside of Omashu, she is not going to take it well.

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[pyramultimuse]

A new king

@ofkingpenguin with Harls

Now that Mooney was out of the picture there was a new person to take her place. The new king just so happened to be her little umbrella boy. Good for him in Harled's book. The woman looked out for the girls she took under her wing, but Fish always mistreated the guys. Though she knew how things ran on the streets, the new guy didn't. Penguin was going to have to learn that just because he was king didn't make him untouchable.

It started out with a little vandalizing, some neon spray paint outside the Iceberg Lounge. A cartoony penguin that wore a golden crown and cane with the words DONT DROP YOUR CROWN in big bold lettering along with red HaHaHa! in the shape of a crescent with the playing card shapes of a red diamond and black spade to make a grinning clown face. That was Harls signature look when in costume at the circus, a harlequin clown in red and black with his performance consisting of cardtricks and trying to sabotage the other performers. The mischievous jester, both when performing and out on the streets.

Thievery was the next step. Stealing from Penguin, both from the club and the man's personal finances. Harls would intercept deliveries of food and alcohol, taking the delivery truck for a joyride and leaving it someplace Penguin's men would find it. When he took large sums of money he would give it back, though usually in the form of random expensive things. Like a six-foot tall ice statue of an emperor penguin and three hundred pounds of swedish fish candies.

Beating down Penguin's hired hands was more challenging than the rest of his self-assigned tasks, but only by a little. Zsasz letting it slide as they were friends and Harls not intending any lasting harm to Penguin's goons plays dumb when Oswald questions him about how the others got beaten up. This all was in good fun in causing some trouble for Oswald.

The last step was to get into the club and Harled had just the thing. He arrived to the Iceburg Lounge in his harlequin costume, the one he used a little of Penguin's stolen money to upgrade to finer material and made the design a little more slutty than what he usually wore in the circus ring. Tight shorts over torn fishnet stockings, faux leather corset under a croptop jacket, a ruffle lace half skirt and knee high boots. His outfit was all red, black and white with strips and playing card symbols as the pattern. He arrived at the back entrance that the employees used and Zsasz let him right in. A high-five exchanged between the teen and the hitman before they went their separate ways in the club, Victor going to meet with Oswald up in the VIP section and Harls going out to the main floor.

The jester fit right in despite being in utterly ridiculous attire compared to the finely dressed men and women of the criminal elite and high society. Easily blending in as if he was a hired performer to entertain the club goers. Wise-cracking jokes and taking over the card table where the gambling was happening, Blackjack was the game and Harls inserted himself as dealer. With his skilled slide of hand he made it seem like everyone at the table was going to win big. Making them think they were on a lucky winning streak until he was able to bait the gamblers to go all in. That was when the cards turned and Harls made them lose everything, there was close to a million dollars on the table lost. The look on their faces were priceless, Harled cackled at how angry one mobster was that the man was red as a tomato. Harls mocked the man for his loss and threw the cards he had hidden up his sleeve at the man's face, revealing that this loss was all his control. This caused an uproar in the club, the angry gamblers now wanting to kill the clown for cheating them out of all their money.

#ofkingpenguin #{muse} Harled Quinnzel #((oops this got super long #((you don't have to match it's length #((hope you enjoy !

[carousel-of-souls]

Gotham New Orleans Backstory: Victor and Nora Fries

Warnings: chronic illness, parental death

He was born and raised mainly in America but Victor’s parents and family are from Brazil. He has always been very focused on his studies and had a habit of self-isolating. He really didn’t like being around others when growing up.

When he was in his 20s he was convinced to visit Brazil by his cousins since one of his aunts was getting up in age and wanted to see him. This happened to be during carnival. He hated how crowded and loud everything was until he saw one of the women that was dancing in the street.

Nora is from Trinidad, she has been in and out of the hospital her whole life, that made her want to make the time she could be out of the hospital/out of bed more memorable. She loves to dance and she always loved watching the birds outside the hospital window.

The cause of Nora’s health issues was the US military doing experimentation near where she was born, not caring for the citizens of the land they were hurting, radiation and other things leeched into the water.

Nora had a compromised immune system and cardiovascular issues. She had fatigue, gastrointestinal issues, and easy bruising. Her mother died of cancer when Nora was 12 and she had to live with various family members over the years.

She had to have quite a few surgeries and has a lot of scarring from that. After a surgery to treat a valve issue in her heart she had a few years where her health was more manageable.

She became an ornithologist when she was older and moved to Rio.

She had very elaborate Carnival costumes, when Victor spotted her she was in a blue one with lots of big feathers.

Victor suddenly regretted never building social skills, he just dissociated and walked over to her. He doesn’t even remember what he said but luckily she thought it was cute.

They started dating and were long distance for a while until Nora moved to Gotham to marry him. This wasn’t what she moved for but it helped that Victor’s income was very good, he was a scientist at this point working in the science department of Wayne Enterprises, and she wouldn’t have to scrape by for her medical bills anymore. Having a husband who was technically a doctor also meant there was less mucking around when she needed prescriptions filled.

Victor considered everything about Nora perfect besides her music taste. She likes a lot of cheesy poppy late 90s/early 2000s music, specifically the song Barbie Girl. She didn’t have Barbies but dolls were one of her few escapes from the hospital as a kid.

She knew Victor didn’t exactly appreciate it so she played/sang it a lot to annoy him when they were dating. And it eventually grew on him, became “their song”, they used it at their wedding.

Before they got married they used to go to the Iceberg Lounge a lot. Victor would mostly sit in the corner while Nora had fun. They were some of Oswald’s first regulars and he was putting more effort into being sociable at this time. He became friends with them especially after learning of Nora’s appreciation for birds. The basement area of the lounge had been renovated to keep penguins in, which was just there for Oswald but he let Nora visit with them cause she was just special. Oswald was at their wedding.

The thought of Nora’s mortality scared Victor a lot. He hadn’t ever been so close to anyone before and he couldn’t think about losing that. Nora has always been very blunt and frank about her health issues. Victor would help her with everything she needed up until the conversation about her dying before him came up. That was a point of contention between them.

They had always been careful about this, but Nora ended up getting the flu and her condition rapidly deteriorated. She went into a coma and Victor panicked. Wayne Enterprises was experimenting with cryogenics and he stole a prototype freeze ray. To him the doctors seemed incompetent and he wanted to freeze Nora to give himself time to help her with his own expertise. He’s always had a bit of an ego problem which was exacerbated by Nora’s absence. When Victor broke into the hospital he was stopped by Batman, when Victor tried to shoot the ray it backfired and shot into his chest causing a mutation there.

Oswald broke Victor out of prison and took him to the basement of the lounge as they were both discovering that Victor couldn’t survive outside of the cold. Oswald was worried about his mental state but asked him what he wanted to do, reassuring him that he would assist with almost anything. Oswald got the things Victor requested so he could build everything he needed.

Victor built his suit to keep him frozen and fixed the freeze ray, part of the suit is made from an old soda machine. He broke into the hospital again, this time able to get past Batman and he took Nora, putting her in a tank in the basement of the lounge where they both now reside.

Victor is afraid to try and wake Nora up now because he is so different from when she went under, he’s definitely stalling whether he wants to admit it or not.

#gotham new orleans #au info #victor fries #Nora fries

[selkymaiden]

Oh okay, this ended up being long but we love being self-indulgent this Friday evening. But I figured why not have something a bit more serious.

"What are you doing here?!"

Sophie's voice is above a whisper that borders on a hiss. The kind someone behind a curtain at a stage event would do. Her eyes are pleading even, a sort of desperation and unbelieving she's even seeing Oswald here.

He on the other hand can only stare back as if he's inspecting a dust bunny and not someone currently in panic.

"What?"

They're both dressed quite well. She in her floor-length dress, it drapes across her body perfectly- a soft grey that- As Roman stated earlier, 'A Goddess would wear.' The Penguin on the other hand, is, as always, in a finely-tailored suit, monocle, and even his top hat tonight.

It's an occasion. Or at least something eye-rolling worthy to Oswald; an invitation from Roman Sionis aka Black Mask sent to him and a few others. Players on the board that makes up Gotham. The club that Roman has them at tonight is closed and only those invited are here. Point in case all the bosses or lessers even he's invited have their muscle with them also. So you could say those invited and their plus... Many. In The Penguin's case, Sophie can see he has three 'goons' as he calls them with him. A sentiment she doesn't like to call her own employees but to each their own.

"We've been invited for a 'meeting', and to be honest I should be the one asking why you're here."

His mismatched eyes bore into hers now, something tight-lipped about him and distrusting. Yet she can see he's intrigued also because he's sure he's going to find out about the type of relationship Sophie has with Roman Sionis. Something he's been trying to figure out for a few months now ever since learning more about the woman in front of him.

"You have to know this is a trap."

"Of course, do you think these three are the only ones with me?"

The way Oswald scoffs at Sophie only makes her more anxious. Something she's never shown to him, in a way it actually starts to wear on him but he keeps it to himself. Much better at a poker face it seems. Although that poker face is wiped away almost instantaneously when she reaches, grabs him by the elbow, and starts to drag him toward the kitchen doors. Away from the lobby entrance.

Her strength actually alarms him as he is shuffled forward enough before putting a stop to her.

"Can you contain yourself, woman?!"

Now it's him hissing at her in a loud whisper as he looks around, trying not to be embarrassed even though there's enough going on nobody really takes notice. Except for Oswald's muscle who quickly try to get between the two until Oswald himself waves them off, while he himself dramatically straightens out his suit. Even adjusting the monocle in his eye.

"This isn't a joke, Oswald. I don't.. I... You're all here because you're lesser. People Black Mask thinks he can get rid of in one go. He's going to have me wipe you from the board."

That makes Oswald do a double take, a blank face before something like amusement and then anger. Anger at being called 'lesser', a nasty sneer on his lips as he looks at her coldly.

"Is that what he thinks of me? What you think of me?"

"No! You idiot, are you listening-"

"Right, right, you're going to murder us all, I suppose. Are you just going to shoot us-"

"Oswald. You need to leave."

Before any more words can be spoken between them, familiar steps and a charming but dangerous smile plays on the lips of (1) Roman Sionis. No mask on. Yet. His arms are out in an inviting manner as he walks up to them both, over in the corner of the lobby near the kitchens. Sophie can see something suspicious flash across his eyes, his gaze taking them near each other so closely. He doesn't like it. Making it a point to gather Sophie in his arms as if they'd always been close.

"The Penguin himself! Nice to finally meet you, I heard about The Iceberg Lounge and even 'Oswalds' once. Prehistoric now!"

The joke and laugh Roman makes are full of knives as he looks unabashedly in Oswald's face. Yet in a sort of needle-like grace, Oswald smiles in an almost humble manner. His voice accommodating as he and Roman 'chat.' Or trade insults. Roman's are brutish and to the point, Oswald's more graceful and full of spite.

It only serves to make Sophie watch them play their little game as she bunches her dress up in her fist near her side. The left hand is knuckle white. She looks at Roman and knows what lies behind his eyes, 'he'd shoot Oswald straight up right now, he's only holding back because he wants a show instead.'

"But why don't you find a seat? As you know I've invited everyone for some dinner and a show! After that, we'll all discuss... Gotham."

Roman's smile this time reaches his eyes, yet it's more cryptic as if he knows something nobody else does.

"Also I've seen you met Sophie here, she's our show. Aren't you?"

Sophie in turn can feel his fingers dig into her side, but she's felt this before. A long time ago, but it was something at one point she had gotten used to and in turn did not wince but finally calmed since the first time Oswald noticed her. Her smile is polite.

"We have, and I am. I'll be singing tonight for you all. Excuse me, Roman, I'm going to make sure the stage is all setup."

With one warning look that only The Penguin can see and his men, Sophie does just that. Leaving the men behind to make her way further into the club.

Typical. When it does come time to 'be the show', Sophie can see Oswald has not taken her advice and is instead seated at one of the many tables occupied by others in similar positions of him. She can make out a few mafia names. Lesser ones. Russian, Italian, and a few Triad members. No rogues though. Except maybe Victor. But he prowls around the back, away from his former boss.

----

The next time they meet it's been a total of 13 days since the incident. The meeting spot is not somewhere Sophie expects. The somber atmosphere of one of Gotham's larger graveyards gives it an eerier quality that she doesn't find amusing at all. As cliche, it can get for this afternoon. The weather, even though it's supposed to be Spring, has compelled her to wear a jacket over her slacks and sweater, a sentiment Oswald shares as his lone figure shows wearing a smart-looking peacoat.

"A graveyard? Does this have meaning to it?"

"No. I was planning on coming here today to see my mother, maybe my father. But we needed to talk so I figured to invite you to meet them."

His words slap her across the face, she feels lucky he wasn't turned towards her when he said those things to her. Things she feels underneath her skin, a boreing sensation she doesn't like. the agitation of emotions that should not happen between them, but probably mostly her. He's weaponized her feelings and emotions against her or it could be her paranoia. Yet only if she knew it was him who was showing more than he probably should have been. Mistakes he's made in the past that have come to bite him time after time, the mistake of trust. Of wanting connection.

"Hello, Mother. I've missed you."

Sophie observes Oswald quietly as he talks to the grave, his facial features show emotions she's never seen in him. It's almost as if she's spying on something private; it makes her guts churn and she wishes they were somewhere else. But... At the same time, she's honored in a way he'd want her here.

"I brought someone to see you. Her name is Sophie."

At the mention of her name, Sophie snaps out of her inner turmoil and looks kindly, yet awkwardly at the headstone. The name Gertrud Kapelput sprawled across it.

"Hello, Miss. Kapelput."

"It's pronounced Kapelput. Hungarian."

"Kapelput."

"Thank you..."

He appreciates when she corrects her pronunciation without any fuss, instead with respect to how it should sound.

And for a while, they stand side by side at the grave. The flowers he lays are Lilies, finally, however, Oswald turns away and makes his way slowly across the lawn of the Cemetary. A grimace on his face as he limps, he had foregone his cane when he should have brought it now that he thinks about it. Instead, he distracts himself with the woman trailing behind him.

"Why didn't I turn to stone?"

"I... I did not want you to turn to stone."

When he stops and turns to look at her, Sophie stops also. A little farther away but their gazes meet and something soft and glowing can be found in her eyes. It's not bright like the sun, the way he remembered when it petrified those around him. The eldritch horror of what happened around him almost two weeks ago, that look is not the one staring back at him. Instead, her eyes have a melancholy look to them, soft like the moon. Still, something fills him with terror to know she's capable of doing that.

"Was that it? You just pick and choose who turns and who doesn't?"

"Listen, I'm sure you have a lot of questions about... Magic. But this has caused a huge problem with me and Roman, it took hours to tell him you... Y-you had some sort of talisman or ward protecting you, which, I'm positive he doesn't believe me. In fact, I know he doesn't."

He watches as she bites her lip before letting her shoulders relax, willing herself to calm down.

"So what are you saying? He's going to-"

"I'm saying I'm with you now. He's keeping me away, figuring out what to do with me. So... It's just you."

"Am I supposed to be happy to hear that? You sound as if you'd rather align yourself with death itself, not me."

"Don't you understand? It's not just me on the line, I've got a business with people relying on me- And Roman... Black Mask will just put fire to the whole place WITH people inside it still. He doesn't care."

It's a battle of wills happening and Sophie knows it just as much as he does. She can almost feel the way he wants to curl his lip and say: 'it's not his problem', or something of that nature. Yet...

"I'm sorry. I should have left when you warned me."

She's floored. The honesty and sincerity he shows her would make her choke on her own spit if her mouth wasn't dry; the intimacy of the moment sends something up her spine. Yet it's the steel in his eyes that makes her believe him and she has to ask;

"Do you- Do you ever fear of giving too much of yourself away?"

Oswald doesn't answer her, instead, he puts his hands in his coat's pockets and sort of nods his head to her. A silent order to follow him as he turns away and they walk in silence again toward the other end of the cemetery. Sophie spots the car he was driven in yards away now as they make the journey across the vast lawn.

The part of the cemetery they do walk to is more ornate with its headstones. More grand. Morbid and beautiful.

"Elijah Van Dahl."

When they do finally stop it's in front of a grave that's much grander than Oswald's mother's. Sophie recognizes the name, it's one of the old lines of Gotham just like Wayne. Even if she was not from Gotham, she knew enough history of the rich, especially the gruesome way the Van Dah's had departed this world.

"This is where my father used to be buried."

"Used?"

The long pause between them feels stale, something dark comes over Oswald's face before he controls it and tries to sound not emotional. But he's not very good at it.

"Edward dug up my father and-"

"Please. Oswald. You don't need to continue, just to know someone went to that length is enough in itself. Yet, Edward Nigma is your...?" "Friend still. Yes."

Sophie doesn't know what to say to that right away, just knowing the unhinged quality those two had together was very- 'Interesting' at best. And if she did not know, or was not at least used to the unique qualities of the different personalities people around Gotham had she'd most likely be very put off.

Instead after another length of time she speaks.

"So... You're a Van Dahl?"

"No. Cobblepot. But I was once a Van Dahl for a brief period, until my father was taken away from me. Just like my mother."

There's hesitation in his voice, in his eyes, he won't turn to her fully yet. Rolling ideas around in his mind if he should even tell her some of his past, as who was she to him? Nobody except an ally, business partner... Maybe something more... He wasn't sure suddenly and painfully; it struck him in his chest and he feared he was having a heart attack. An old supreme feeling he hadn't felt since, well, Edward had smiled at him but then he knows how that ended up.

"May I ask what you mean by, 'taken'?"

"They were both killed. She died in my arms and him as well."

How does one reply to that? Sophie for her part can't say anything to that really. There are no words in the English language or even Greek ones she can think of. So she does what humans have done for thousands of years instead, the comfort of a hand. And sure, she probably should have just put her hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner but... Possessed and bewitched, she watches as if she was a third person in this situation: reach and take his hand.

Immediately she knows he goes to snatch his hand away, a snarl on his lips but then when they meet eyes he stops. It's not a soft stop either, it's more of a given-up gesture. He drops his hand back to his side but lets her hold onto his.

It feels awkward. Unnatural between them.

But it only makes Sophie determined to give some sort of comfort, so she laces their fingers together and holds him firmly in her grasp. And she knows he's blushing this time but it's not... It's not a cute blush it's the type that's pink and angry yet his expression shows as if he's fighting back tears. The bob of his Adam's apple, swallowing something large down, attracts her attention but she doesn't crowd him. She simply stands next to him and holds his hand.

"Thank you."

He manages to croak out.

"I won't hurt you."

What a strange way to respond but it brings with it suddenly the tightening of his fingers around hers. He participates in the hand-holding now and she smiles inside herself.

#Hm. I don't know if I'm very good at writing the two bois but it's just for fun so 🤷 #**mine #xo. cruel to be kind

[landboundstar]

Day Pass: The Penguin

I had fun with a reference to Batman's origins in this chapter with the musical (Also had two songs that reminded me of the characters. Unapologetic musical theater nerd.) Do you know the musical? And any guesses on who he is getting the next day pass for?

"What time is the matinee?"

I took a bite of pesto bruschetta and checked my watch.

"Curtain is at 2:30."

"Plenty of time then. More coffee?"

I let Oswald pour the coffee, finding it always remarkable at how uncomplicated this part of our relationship was. The friends, lovers, whatever else we were could be messy. But the ability to just talk about whatever with no judgment, no embarrassment -

Even at our bad points, we had that going for us.

As if he had picked up on my thoughts, Oswald raised his coffee cup in a toast.

"Who would have ever believed the two of us would go straight?"

I raised my eyebrow. "I don't know if I would go that far. But we can toast to giving up crime."

Oswald laughed and clicked cups with me. "To that then."

The hostess took a couple past our table and it started. The whispers, the snickers. I rolled my eyes and put my hand on top of his.

"What was in the Audubon exhibit?"

Oswald patted my hand. "Wood ducks. Beautiful drawings. And I'm fine. Really."

"Would you tell me if you weren't?"

Oswald stretched his hands wide. "I'm touched, Ed. You care. That's why my psychiatrist wrote the script for Ativan. Dual approach. You know how that works."

Therapy and meds together. If you have the right mix, it is great. Wrong mix, and it felt like hell on earth.

"I know how that works." I told Oswald, and he tapped the carafe deliberately twice.

"Would I have ordered this if I wasn't okay?"

I smiled, remembering other dates. Dates where Oswald fidgeted with a watch chain, tapped an umbrella, gripped a cane handle. When he was self-conscious or his BPD was worse than normal, he couldn't keep his hands still.

And coffee only made the jitters worse.

"No."

He squeezed my hand back. "Let's head to the theater then."

We took a cab to the theater, and I rested my head on Oswald's shoulder until we reached the theater with the familiar black and red sign, the stylized flower in the corner, and the shining marquee lights. 

"Lunch and a show. Isn't it supposed to be dinner and a show?"

"Only if you want to do my taxes for the Iceberg Lounge."

I kissed him on the cheek. "I love you, but not enough to do your accounting. We'll have a matinee".

And for once, our "it's complicated" didn't feel so complicated.

#batman #au fic #edward nygma #oswald cobblepot #day pass #any guesses?

[sitraachra7]

an analysis comparing rock okegom and max stirner

preface: yes i will be using 'okegom' as rock's last name and everything in this convoluted and sophisticated essay (no i am not acting pedantic that's ridiculous) will be typed in completely lowercase letters to signal how much of a softboi i am to attract emotionally unstable women into my direct messages.

sources:

-script from ice scream, watching iceberg isle original and remake

-the ego and its own by max stirner

-some shit i made up

-physics for some reason

understanding the sigma male loner rock okegom would be an arduous task if one were unequipped. it would be as difficult as defining momentum beyond p = mv, although we could use completely measurable variables and understand the general concept of what momentum must convey, we're left clueless in college and the equation of momentum would vary from physicist to physicist, similar to rock okegom because the interpretation of his character varies from person to person--- okegomer to okegomer to put it colloquially.

  max stirner states in the first page of his book titled the ego and its own, "the world is discredited, for we are above it, we are mind", which communicates that the ego is above all because we are conscious. we are the thinkers that shape our world, and we are godly for it. what does this have to do with rock okegom? he is a vassal of funamusea's deluded visual novel land where he must act as a side character or a supporting role as the antagonist against shirogane. however, i would argue he is simply 'chilling' and does not need to be forced into this role just to make fans circle jerk over how pathetic and bullyable shirogane is. he is conscious, he is the mind, and despite only being an anthropomorphic semi-furry rockhopper penguin, his motivations might be easy to understand with some psychoanalysis. he's sick of this script and of the role he plays. he knows that shirogane is written to promote the weak beta male agenda, but doesn't directly harm him despite the occasional death threats (telling this wolf to "die" but to be honest he kind of deserves it).

   rock is actually more pacifist than the other main antagonists which are idate and rocma. im intentionally omitting characters like suno-san from this list because he's as annoying as the sperm cramps i get in my balls and should never get screen time ever again. this relates to max stirner's quote here in chapter 2 of the ego and its own, "but the heart remained worldly-minded, remained a servant of the world, always affected by worldly wishes." it was an argument against the ancient idea of a pure heart and an attempt to control ones desires and to be selfless and not work in self interest. man was wired to work in self interest, though, but this isnt necessarily a bad thing as stirner tries to imply. loving another person is an act of self-interest because it makes the lover happy to know that they have made another happy, even though societally, love is seen as a selfless and positive act. it's no different to any other circumstance where you must make a decision. everything is done in self interest in the end, and that should be an accepted fact of life and human nature. rock acts out of his free will, and chooses pacifism because he knows it will make him more at ease in the mind and serve him better, and not because he's a pussy, and could definitely deck shirogane in the face in 2 nanoseconds if provoked enough. also he has a shotgun.

  rock engages with worldly pleasures often. he drinks, smokes, and is a fat lazy fuck on his sofa all day. this is the prime example of a smegma male (variant of sigma) whom accepts some part of hedonism into his lifestyle. rock still makes a living as a fisher and acts as a guardian along with rocma to keep idate and his antics at bay because idate wont stop trying to stick his dick into other animal people.

  in conclusion rock okegom is the best character and no this was not written by rock.

#okegom #ice scream #rock #essay #ironic

[nyotasaimiri]

Arc Two (redux) 46

“That,” Hadley growled, “was the single worst landing I ever want to endure out of this thing, got it, Doc?”

“Oh come on, it wasn’t that bad.” Dr. Akaggy huffed loud enough for the mic to pick it up as static. “The mech’s fine!”

“The mech’s fine. My arse isn’t! You get this thing fixed before I try this out again,” Hadley said, righting herself, “or you can test it yourself next time.”

The mechanic huffed again, but she grumbled an agreement.

“If it is any comfort,” Nyota cut in across another round of Hadley complaining, “Lumen can make sure you didn’t get any additional cracks when we get back.”

There were a solid three seconds of silence.

Hadley raised a finger. “Captain,” she said, “I cannot believe that you of all people just made that joke, but you and I are going to have a serious talk when I get back, about who you are and what you did with Nyota.”  

“I have made jokes before,” Nyota protested mildly. “Some of them were even naughty.”

“That,” Hadley said, “was about legs. This is a butt joke.”

She could hear Nyota keeping a straight face. “So we have gone up in the world.”

Another silence, then the sound of someone with a beak doing a spit-take. “Captain,” Hadley vowed, with feeling, “when I get back there, I’m going to shave off your beard.”  

There was a click, followed by the very definite kind of silence that came from someone who had turned off her mic so no one could hear her laughing.

-

The next room was empty, so Hadley got her head back in gear and sent the mech up and into another small gravity-lock room. She was ready for the bump this time, so it didn’t hurt much. Then SAIL chimed in her ear again.

“Please be aware of your mech’s energy reserves,” the AI told her, “visualized as the blue bar you can see on your display. Your mech’s energy will deplete over time or when the vehicle takes damage.”

“Oh come on,” she complained. “The landings weren’t that rough.”

But SAIL wasn’t done talking yet. Two red blips lit up on her screen. “Hostile entities also exist in zero-gravity environments.”

“Oh hell,” Hadley breathed.

-

Nyota’s knuckles creaked. Dr. Akaggy eyed them warily, but the apex just kept her eyes on the screen and one hand near the teleport lock-on.

-

Light hissed past her screen. Hadley usually hated the silent vacuum of space. Eerie, lonely. She loved it now. Silence was good. Silence meant she hadn’t been hit. The controls lit up at her touch, lining up one shot. Light again, fire and metal shards.

Now where’s the other—Sound struck hard, slamming her forward. The restraint bit her collarbone but Hadley didn’t care. Her mech spun with her, blue in the crosshairs, white-hot flak through the chassis. She grinned, fierce and wild. “You watching that, Captain?”

And she could hear the proud smile in her Captain’s voice as Nyota replied, “I’m watching. You did well.”

Hadley grinned, warmed more by those little words than she thought she could be. The adrenaline slid away slowly as she watched her mech’s damaged energy meter rise again. “So, Dr. Akaggy, is this thing self-mending?”

“That’s right!” The penguin clacked her beak proudly. “Blow something up and it sucks up whatever energy is left. Might save your hide in a firefight when you take it to space proper.”

“Neat.” Her radar blipped again. “Hey Doc, you’ve got a bug to work out. I already killed those two things, so why are they still showing up here?”

A really odd noise crackled through the speaker. It might’ve been a penguin attempt at a snort. “Sure, you got the two trifangles alright. But you’re not out of the iceberg just yet. Keep that shield out, kiddo.”

Hadley turned her automatic growl into a sigh. She still wanted the crazy bird on her side for this. “You know, I distinctly recall you not mentioning that there would be things shooting at me.”

The mechanic made a distinctly impolite sound. “Yeah, yeah, your Captain here has already given me an earful over that. We can talk about the fine print—”

“Or lack of,” Hadley interrupted.

“…or lack of, when you get out. Deal?”

“Deal. Now.” Hadley checked her radar again, then looked at the gate that had opened when she blew up the blue flying things. Trifangles, right? “What’s up next? Don’t say ‘it’s a surprise’ or Captain might squash you. She doesn’t like surprises.”

“Oh she has made that quite clear.” Dr. Akaggy cleared her throat and her goggle strap clicked against the microphone as she adjusted them. “It’s not much farther. Just two omnicannons and a short jump. You can handle that, right?”

“What’s a… You know what? I got it.” Hadley tightened her hands on the controls and glided through the gate.  

#arc two #repost