#fem!oswald

[slothydaydreamer]

Fem!Penguin doodle

Plus some adorable random penguins

[sophiallllis]

It’s currently 1AM, but

i’m so tempted to do a female Oswald cosplay again

[thedeevirus]

can you write fem!s1!nygmobblepot?? I'd literally die (fem!ed being a blushing mess around fem!oswald would slay me dead) [this probably isn't specific enough, but maybe you could combine it with another prompt?]

Hope this is the kind of thing you were looking for! BTW I always headcanon them with short hair. I just think Oswald would never have a long hairstyle (that could be grabbed so easily) and no way an overtly logical person like Ed would have any time for a high maintenance hairstyle.

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Ed knew next to nothing about fashion (preferring scientificjournals to glossy magazines detailing the latest trends) but even she couldtell the woman was dressed to impress.As she came out of the stall, her brain automatically noted the small details.

Black leather coat with a collar that looked suspiciously likereal feathers and tailor made suit trousers over black and white stylish spat like shoes. A pair of velvet gloves with silver umbrellas embroidered on the cuffs sat on the sink.Ed could see in the bathroom mirror that the woman was carefully applying blackeyeliner with a practiced hand. Ed was envious of how the woman didn’t even flinchas the wand neared her eye, her hand remaining steady as she traced a thickline across her lower lid.

As Ed neared the sink, she saw a black envelope sitting onthe sink. The name ‘Osvalda’s’ was emblazoned on it in silver cursive.

Ed washed her hands and dried them with the towel thenpretended to fuss with her hair while she analysed the situation. However she had specifically cut her brown hair into a bobfor easy maintenance and quickly realised the flimsiness of the cover. Insteadshe removed her glasses and began to meticulously clean them as her mind raced.

The unusual name on the envelope was instantly familiar toEd and she now realised where she had seen the woman before. In her memory, shesaw the woman curtsy in front of a flabbergasted GCPD announcing herself as thevery much alive Osvalda Cobblepot.More commonly known as The Penguin.Known gangster and former subordinate to Fish Mooney.

‘What is she doing here?’ Ed wondered, only to be startledwhen Osvalda abruptly  lowered her makeupwand and turned to her.

‘Can I help you?’ she asked coldly.

Ed realised she must have been staring but her curiosity wonout over the social convention of politeness.

‘I don’t think so’, she smiled,trying to convey friendliness to put Osvalda at ease, ‘Can you?’

 A smile traced its way across ThePenguin’s white face like a knife. Ed noted it didn’t reach her pale, longlashed, eyes.

 ‘What do you want?’

 Ed considered the question anddecided to answer with another question. A good riddle always revealed thenature of the person responding. Perhaps it could shed light on the reason forThe Penguin’s presence in the station? Or perhaps just something about ThePenguin herself? It wasn’t every day you encountered a criminal mastermindafter all.

 ‘What I want, the poor have, the richneed, and if you eat it you’ll die’, Ed smiled.

Osvalda blinked. Her head tilted, hershort, spiked hair akin to a bird’s feathery crest fluttered slightly.

What information could this person possibly be trying to extract from her withan opener like that?

‘Is this-Are you asking me a riddle?’she asked.

 ‘Do you like riddles?’

 ‘No’, Osvalda said bluntly.

Ed blinked at the denial. She hadn’t expected that. She felt her cheeks begin to colour under The Penguin’s unamused stare. She inwardly cursed herself for not anticipating this and doubly cursed herself when, unable to think of anything else to respond with, she asked:-

 ‘So do you give up?’ 

 Osvalda gave a bemused laugh and closedher eyeliner with a sharp snap.She gave the strange woman a once over.An office worker of some sort judging from the glasses, pale complexion, pensin the pocket and out of date clothes that favoured comfort over style. Despitethe woman’s rather impressive height, her thin shoulders were roundedindicating a lack of confidence or an abundance of shorter friends. Judgingfrom the social awkwardness, Osvalda knew which explanation made more sense toher.But if she lacked confidence, how was this woman approaching her so openly?It was insulting and inappropriate.Osvalda had never understood how some women could converse so openly inbathrooms!

 ‘Honey, look-‘

 ‘Nothing!’ Ed interrupted eagerly, ‘Theanswer is nothing. The poor have it, the rich need it and if you eat it-‘

Osvalda held up a hand, manicured blackpainted nails crowning her lean fingers. They were almost akin to bird claws.Ed had a sneaking suspicion the pointed tips were designed to act as impromptu weapons should the need arise.

‘Who are you?’ Osvalda asked, concernedthat the stranger would perhaps see the lack of an answer from her as some kindof point scoring.

 ‘Edwardine. Nygma. I know who you are’.

 ‘Then you know that you’re standingtoo close’, Osvalda said coldly.

 Ed obediently took a pronounced stepback, eyes lowered. Osvalda, tossing her head haughtily, began to pack her makeup away in herhandbag.

Only to hear Nygma speak again.

 ‘Did you know that female emperorpenguins are able to locate their mates in a group by the sound of a songunique to their partner? Isn’t that neat?’

Osvalda moved away from the sink (trying her best to disguise her prominent limp) andstepped close to Nygma, glaring directly into her eyes. She wasbegrudgingly impressed when she returned the stare without blinking. Nygma’seyes were so dark that Osvalda could barely see herself in them. She was alsosurprised to see none of the usual scorn, fear or resentment she usually feltfrom the eyes of others.

Ed matched Osvalda’s stare easily. Shecould tell this was an attempt to intimidate her but such an attempt fell flatwhen you took into account the difference in physical height between them. Itwas fascinating how The Penguin felt the need to maintain her fearsome façade evenin non-threatening company. Was it perhaps concern that her injured leg would be seen as a sign of weakness or something more? The need to project strength suggested a more sensitive, empathic soul beneaththat hard exterior. And the intensity of those eyes as they stared deep into Ed’swere making her heart flutter in a most pleasant way. Ed felt disappointed whenPenguin spoke.

‘Nice to meet you dear’, Osvalda saidin a voice coated in venomous honey, ‘Keep moving’.

‘Will do’, Ed said easily and turnedon her heel, satisfied that her experiment had been a success.She felt she had a much better understanding of Penguin.Appearances were important, especially when hiding who you really were: avaluable lesson. Leaving in such a light-hearted way also ensured Ed achieved the subliminalvictory from their encounter. The best way to show a predator you were unafraidwas to walk (not run) away, back turned.

Osvalda watched Nygma go,feeling distinctly unsatisfied with the lack of fear in her response. And oddly intrigued.

[acciosilver]

[Request Edit; Fem!Oswald, Odette Cobblepot] [Requested by @paxpenguiina​ ]

Hey all! I’m on new meds so my motivation is kind of coming and going in waves, but here is this request for Jude ( @paxpenguiina ) who got inspired for a fem!Oswald by the name of Odette this weekend. She’s pretty much badass af. FC: Rooney Mara. Hope you like it, babe!

[domduongart]

A genderbent version of the Penguin from TV series Gotham. I wanted to keep Oswald's ridiculous bird hair and the suit (because I'm a sucker for women in suits), but still make her distinctive in her own right. All hail the Queen of Gotham! >D