Abominable Avian

Oswald "The Penguin" Cobblepot Heavily Divergent ☂ Independent

[siyahgunesbeyazay]

[pinguiino]

oswald vc: is it too n.sfw to ask for a hug??

[abominableavian]

“I love hugs, brother! They’re my favorite!” 

[abominableavian]

Shev just nodding along to the shens, thinking: Yep, those are my brothers. They’re a little silly, but I love them.

[pinguiino]

Dapper: bleeding to death and screaming to his brother

Dashing: yelling in Hungarian making his brother angrier

Disheveled: crying in the corner

[abominableavian]

Disheveled: cries in the corner Disheveled: cries while making Dapper some tea because that makes everything better Disheveled: cries while bringing over some bandaids 

[memesbyziio]

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[pinguiino]

HONK HONK, BROTHER! 8D

he held an expression that seemed almost immutable. not bothered but not any happier either —- oswald takes his time finishing his drink before finally smiling ( though, barely ) and looking over at the other.

“ — ‘onk, indeed. i’ll drink to that. ”     and he pours more wine into his glass.

[abominableavian]

  The vaguest hint of a positive reaction was more than enough for the more disheveled of the brothers, and a wide gleeful smile spread across his face as he clapped his hands twice at the added ‘honk’ of his more serious mirror image. “Oh yes, so will I! A toast,” he chuckled before plucking up his drink box and sipping from the straw. 

[penguintim]

[textsfromthegcpd]

[abominableavian]

kxngofgotham:

A hum of annoyance was all the man offered at the idea, his limping pace continuing on, while a hand flexed around the small gun stashed away in his pocket. Most people had the luxury of ignoring their conscious. That little voice that was meant to steer to the morally just decisions in life. A proverbial angel or demon on one’s shoulder; coached and taught by the lessons one would have learned as a child.  Unfortunately, Oswald Cobblepot’s conscious was extremely literal. A near duplicate of himself–simply stuck in the alternate personality Arkham had affixed him with that just. Wouldn’t. Leave. Ever. There was no true way to tell just what he was; a hallucination, some aftereffects of Strange’s therapy, or simply a manifestation of something or other. Whatever the case. He was annoying. 

“We’re not going to the doughnut shop.” He mumbled, tipping his head and fixating a glare at the other. “Because we don’t have any money.” Gun was gestured towards pointedly, before he pressed his free hand to his temple, fingers splaying across. 

“How many times are you going to attempt to lecture me on this?”

  The sound of the annoyed hum was enough to cause the wide excited smile to slowly fade from the duplicate bird’s face. Even if he only currently existed within the mind’s eye of his identical host, of sorts, the figment still very much seemed to have feelings and thoughts as if his own living being that existed in the physical world, with the exception of being devoid of aggressive thoughts or feelings. Feelings that were apparently easily hurt, nonetheless, however. 

  He didn’t want to be annoying, of course, but with the conditioning from Arkham and Strange’s less than ethical ‘rehabilitation’ methods, he was what he was and remained a product of being mentally tortured into good behavior and being a good man. Granted, it was in the extreme and to the point of defenselessness and timidity. Generally all it took was an edge to a tone, or a slight raise of voice, to all but silence that inner conscience.

  His gaze lowered, defeated, as he all but deflated while shuffling after the other, in step with a mirrored limping gait. As if the gun pointed in his direction could actually harm him, unarmed hands went up as a non-threat. “Maybe when you get the money, we can go to the doughnut shop then?” he asked, somewhat hopeful. 

[baskervilleshund]

💜 💜

[abominableavian]

That Not So Little Voice

@kxngofgotham 

  It was a good thing indeed that he didn’t get frustrated, or angry, nor feel any sort of upset for that matter. Incapable of it, in fact. If that weren’t the case, it was certain that would be the only states he’d be living in, if one could call it life to be existing within someone’s consciousness. Especially when that consciousness belonged to Oswald Cobblepot. He’d gotten used to his existence being bound within the psyche of the rogue, despite being near moral opposites, and more often than not ignored. Still, he existed for a reason, and whether he’d be listened to or not, he always spoke up when concerned for the physical self. 

  “It’s not too late to turn around and just get something to eat, instead. I bet the doughnut shop is still open. Oh, I love turnovers!” 

[bi-trans-alliance]

Your dash has been blessed by the pride penguin! ❤️💛💚💙💜

[captainchilly]

I’m coming for you, Galavan.

[abominableavian]

@a-vezer 

  It took everything within him to keep from giving his beloved brother the expensive gift early. After more than a few phone calls and a little advanced planning, at least for the addled bird they were advanced, the rare and vintage bottle of wine had been available for him to pick up a week prior. He knew himself enough not to go get it until today, lest he cave and give the gift too soon and have nothing for the day of. But now he was bursting with excitement to deliver the bottle clutched tightly to his chest.

  Upon arriving home, shaky hands nearly dropped the precious cargo as he fumbled with his keys as he unlocked and then opened the door. After swiftly shuffling to his room to grab the three penguin balloons he’d purchased previously, one for each of the triplets, he hastily made his way to his brother’s room. With no regard for the fact that either of them were grown men, Disheveled burst into his brother’s room with glee. “SURPRISE!” he exclaimed before shuffling as quick as he was able to hop up onto the bed and held out both fists excitedly, one with the bottle and one holding tightly to balloon strings. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY BROTHER!”

[abominableavian]

a-vezer:

a knock at the door so late at night had gertrud a little more than just concerned— immediately the first thing that came to her mind was police. at least that’s what happened last time, coming to tell her that oswald was missing. she hoped against it, her old heart not being able to take any news worse than that. 

          opening the door, she saw oswald standing there, a wide grin on his           face with a box clutched to his chest. all gertrud could do was offered           a look of complete confusion, “ o-oswald— you live here. why are you           knocking so late at night ??  did you forget your keys again ?? ”

  It seemed like the couple minutes it took for his not so young mother to reach the door dragged on for much longer than necessary and the easily ruffled bird’s smile began to melt into a frown of concern. He’d only just started reaching for his keys before hearing the lock sliding open from the other side. Before the doorknob could even be turned, the wide smile returned with a little drum of excitement of his fingertips on the box in his grip. 

  “Surprise!” Oswald announced joyfully, though not too loudly at the late hour. “Oh, n-no nothing like that, mother. I wanted to surprise you for Mother’s Day, so..” he held up the box of sweets and gave it a little shake with a hunch of his shoulders and a return of his wide smile. “Surprise, happy Mother’s Day, Mother!” 

[abominableavian]

@a-vezer for Mama <3

  It was getting late and he knew that his dear mother was probably going to be worried, but at least he would be there at all and not in some form of trouble. It had taken him hours of searching the various stores, but fortunately he’d managed to track down a specialty candy shop that just so happened to have international sweets, including a few of his mother’s favorites. Clutching the small box of hand-picked sweets protectively to his chest with both hands and an almost overly large smile on his face, Oswald hurried home as fast as his impaired gait would allow. After giving himself a once over at the door to fix his characteristically disheveled clothing and grinning even wider, if possible, he knocked on the door.

[justgotham]

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