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[pengwynsuit]

I’m here, I’m queer, and I’m saved by murder!Penguin.

On that note, thanks for all the new follows. I’ll be back... soon. Real life, ya feel?

[notpoisonoakie-archived]

top secret self promo

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💋

     if there was a word for this, Oswald would describe it as depraved. wonderful. an absolute dream. but as it was, his mouth was very much occupied with a kiss that sucked the breath out of him — and that being the case, he found his hands going up to grip his other self’s shoulders. might as well enjoy it while it lasted.

     moments later, he barely pulled away and practically hid his face in the doppelgänger’s neck. ❝ That was... spectacular, ❞ came the muffled whisper, skin aflame and hands tightening minutely.

[pengwynsuit]

💋 ; EDWARD.

❝ Oh! I — oh! ❞  was all Oswald could say to that unexpected moment, his face bright red and eyelashes fluttering in embarrassment. he wasn’t a physical person normally, least of all intimate... but that kiss had been rather nice if a bit quick.

❝ Ed, I-I... thank you. Happy Valentine’s Day to you, friend. ❞

[rppanda]

Send 💋 for a Valentines Day kiss!

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[thegreatescape]

oswald cobblepot + emoji

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1x15 // 3x11

[veromejaleska]

Based on this post.

[recuerdoshbp-deactivated2021041]

If Oswald ran until exhausted to find his father and ended at alley in the city. he decided try to calling Edward again. And of course, Ed will not answer the call–   Orz (yah, he just needs someone) (kill me please)

[baskervilleshund]

x

[oswaleds-blog]

Sad puppy.

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OSWALD:

“It’s quite alright…” Os moves closer, a hand trailing along the waist coat of his other self, whispering in his ear. “If you can’t imagine… I could certainly s h o w you.”

He’s teasing, unable to help himself. Situations like this simply get him….interested. The thought of potentially ruining himself is always a delight, even if it’s just to cause that pleasant flush he so enjoys. 

and he would look so pretty flushed like that against Egyptian cotton

     the pleasant warmth that had started to tingle along his arms before now turned into a flame engulfing his throat. he could do nothing but run his wide eyes across every aspect of this other Oswald’s face. so similar, yet clearly... so different. once more he tried, the words barely audible.

❝ How did I ever get so... how did you...? Please. ❞

     Oswald can’t be sure what he’s asking, but he knows that he IS asking.

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EDWARD:

And he smiles then and it’s something that comes easy to him now, and for some reason, that thought is enough to make Edward want to share it with his friend.

“I hope you know how grateful I am to you, Oswald. I’ve never had a friend, all throughout childhood or my work or…anywhere. Thank you for giving me a chance. Thank you for making me your Chief of Staff and…everything else.”

And he pauses then and takes a sip of his own water and he wonders if maybe it had been replaced with wine.

“Forgive me for not imbibing; I may never drink in my life, but…maybe, just a sip. For you.”

     in the midst of refilling his glass, Oswald looks up at his friend and there’s that smile again: bright, honest, simple.

❝ Not to worry, my old friend. You’ve more th’n earned it! ❞

     his glass sloshes the burgundy and he’s wide-eyed, staring at the stain on the table for what feels like a whole hour before letting loose a husky laugh. it’s all mirth and pleasantries tonight, so Oswald is less than concerned [Olga will certainly curse under her breath tomorrow].

❝ Ne’er let me influence you ill, Ed. Please, ❞ and he pauses, indicating the still-icy pitcher of water between them, his hand a little off-kilter in its wave. ❝ Keep a cool head if you must. Someone should, anyway! ❞

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OSWALD:

Os clears his throat, reaching out to close fingers around his other self’s wrist. 

“Stop…” He replies gently, “Otherwise if you keep patting like that I’ll think you’re looking for something else.”

Not that it isn’t entirely welcome of course, but oh this version of himself does look so entirely pretty flustered.

     the red turns bright and travels to his face. Oswald’s breath sucks in and he stares up at his counterpart, mouth opening and closing on a stutter:

❝ I-I-I can’t e-even imagine what you mean! ❞

     his hand stills, fingers digging through the kerchief as he tries not to blink. keep steady eye contact to prove he isn’t afraid or suddenly... intrigued.

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EDWARD:

Edward was never one to partake in alcohol. He had too many memories of broken glass, of amber liquid, of a particular book-shelf, and what it could inspire in people. And as such, he avoided the use of anything that wasn’t cough syrup or the occasional ibuprofen.

But this, to him, was very necessary and needed and he raised his water glass to the man he had grown to know, the man who he’d met under very interesting circumstances.

“To you, Oswald! May you live long and rule Gotham forever.”

     the truly radiant smile upon his lips was something that hadn’t been there in... well over a few weeks. not like this — around his friend, in his element, and finally, FINALLY getting what he knew he deserved. Oswald tilted back in his seat and downed the drink with a flourish.

❝ And then... t’you, Ed Nygma! Chief of Staff! Yin to myyy yang! ❞

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OSWALD:

Os lifts his wine in a toast, before sipping at it. The flavour bursting against his tongue in a melody of sweet delight. Leaning down at his other self’s shoulder, he murmurs… soft and seductive without truly m e a n i n g to. 

“I’d always be pleased to raise a glass to you…”

     just as he’s about to take a sip, Oswald chokes on his own spit at THAT TONE and whirls around to face his other self.

❝ You...! Oh I just — spilled wine al’over, please let me — ❞

     his hands, clumsy and a little shaky, pull out a handkerchief and dab at the spot on the other Oswald’s thigh, pointedly not looking up. a red flush rides up to his ears.