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[spicywatson]

roguepythia reblogged your photoset:❔❔❔

This is one of my favorite Edward Nygma gifsets. Love the coloring and mirror effects. Composition and moments perfectly...

#spicywatson#gotham#edward nygma#gifset rec#FAV gifset!#beautiful!#LOVE THIS#can't stop a queue

@roguepythia thank you!!!! 💖

[littlehollyleaf]

roguepythia replied to your post: ...

so many of us feel the same. like the actors can only profess so much, it’s in the writers hands. If it isn’t stated and so blatantly ambiguous in show, what did they expect?

I assume it was felt that Ed’s literal ‘I don’t love you’ to Ozzie at the docks (and then his later taunting in the back of the car in the finale about how Ozzie throws a tantrum when the one he loves ‘doesn’t love him back’ and stuff) WAS the writing stating the truth of things in show?

...and...perhaps we were... I was... just being obtuse not taking those, really quite clear, statements at face value?? (I mean... I did always recognise they COULD be taken at face value, but in the end I was always - yeah but... naaahhhh, that’s no fun and, surely NOT?)

I just keep being all.... were we seeing ambiguity when it REALLY WASN’T THERE???

*siiiiiigh*

[wittygaypuns]

Prompt call: I love your character's inner monologues! Could I get some Oswald noticing Fries as 'a man' and not just a minion for him to boss around. Or vice versa. Like that moment when you see someone in a new light and it's 'whoa - where did that come from?!'. That would be awesome! Thank you!

Here ya go, after almost two weeks.. thanks for being patient <3

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Oswaldfound himself taking comfort more and more often in the atmosphere ofVictor Fries' laboratory. The first time he went, he was fleeing afoe, and found the place to be practically a fortress beneath thecity streets. A frigid castle tucked into an old bunker, equippedwith walls built to withstand the one-assumed inevitable explosionswrought by bombs from a long past war. Victor had taken him in,allowed him to stay until it was safe to leave, then accompanied himhome.

Thesecond time, he simply wanted to check in on the man, make sure hewas seeing to his own needs, only to be informed by Victor that hehad none. That his sole need was to reverse his condition and become“human” again. When he came the second time, he noticed there wasa new, plush chair in the corner. He sat there, this time actuallydressed for the cold. They spoke for a time about current events, ofwhich Victor had no real interest in but saw the need to humorOswald.

Thethird time, Oswald drifted into the bunker to simply spend time withthe man. There was an electric blanket waiting for him, stillpackaged to avoid the electronics freezing over.  He sat for a time,warm within the frozen fortress, watching Victor work. Neither feltthe need to speak to fill the silence when it happened. Victor madeOswald hot chocolate spiked with just the right amount of bourbon tosoothe the ache in his leg.

Duringthose times, and the times that came after, Oswald often foundhimself lost in introspection. He would ponder the nature of thingsand think hard about his own motivations. It was almost as if histimes with Victor were the only times he felt safe enough to givesuch things thought. There, in the laboratory, nothing could harmhim. He could think freely, without being on guard, because he knewthat only he and Victor knew of the lab's location, and Victor wouldprotect the place with his life.

Oneday as he sat beneath the warm blanket, heavy hat covering his ears,fingers curled around a mug of tea, a gentle revelation struck him.He had been dwelling on the people that had become fixtures in hislife, and the way they all inevitably betrayed him. How trust, forOswald, became something as fleeting as snow in early springtime.

Foralmost all of his life, Oswald thought of others as not individualswith unique experiences, but rather the sum of their abilities. Everysoul was the personification of some traits, of some talent, and eachperson had their use to him. It was a harsh but necessary mindsetthose days, when loyalty practically seemed like a dirty word. Peoplewere tools, and every tool eventually outlived its use.

JimGordon was righteousness and anger. Each thing he did, he did withconviction. Jim was never wrong, in his own eyes, and any voiceinside telling him otherwise was crushed down, just like everyrelationship he'd ever had. Such a firm belief in own goodness madehim an easy target for manipulation, even when he did turn on Oswaldas often as he could.

Gabewas greed and brute force. He would follow a man to the ends of theearth if the price was right, and stab him in the back at his darkesthour. His betrayal still stuck in Oswald's throat, his harsh wordsthe catalyst for his own death at Oswald's hands.

Barbarawas cunning and beauty. Over the years Oswald had watched with whathe could almost call fondness as she grew in her craft, in herability to bend others to her will. In another universe they may haveeven been friends. But not the one he was in.

Zsaszwas simplicity and skill. He was deadly, efficient, and had a modicumof respect for those who gave him the means to kill unhindered. Buteven he had betrayed Oswald, assuming the worst and backsliding toold loyalties.

Ivywas luck and talent. She was smarter than she ever let on, innocentto the ways of the world but still jaded to them. Oswald had pushedher away, and she had disappeared once it became too much. Someday hewould see her again, and he wouldn't blame her if she wanted to killhim. She never deserved the way he treated her.

Bridgitwas fury and flame. She had risen above the things that had happenedto her, never allowing her scars to bury her in shame the way Oswaldstill sometimes did. He respected the girl enough to not expect herdevotion; he would never try to contain her fire.

Edward...

Edwas difficult to think of, even then, months removed from their lastinteraction. He was the first person Oswald ever loved, and he knewin his heart that those feelings were sincere. And for all hisefforts and longing, he was shot. He knew that he deserved it, butthe loss still bit at his neck, drawing blood each time. Only whenthe scars were thick enough would he be able to stand to think abouthim again. He had been the only person in Oswald's life that hadmanaged to rise to the challenge of being close to him, and Oswaldhad not made it easy. He had become a true friend, but that wouldnever be again.

Closinghis eyes, he sighed, and thought of Victor.

Victorhad always seemed to be very cut and dry. He would help Oswaldconditionally, and he had remained true to his word. Theirinteractions were often succinct in nature, no matter how long theyremained around one another. He worried that one day Victor wouldsell him out as others had before, but the longer he thought aboutit, the less likely it seemed.

AllVictor had ever asked for was the opportunity to cure himself, towork unencumbered by the presence of others, and Oswald had providedthat. He had never asked for more, but Oswald continued to take fromhim, coming to his laboratory time and time again for refuge (andcompany, he admitted to himself). Watching the brilliant scientistwork was entrancing; he was so much more precise than Oswald had everseen before, so much more careful.

Hehad learned there were two sides to Victor, and though it wassometimes hard to tell, the sides were very distinct in nature. Outin the world, Victor played up the side of him that was dangerous,deadly, calculating. He touted himself as a killer, indiscriminatelytaking down his opponents with ease and cracking jokes at theirexpense.

There,in the laboratory, Oswald saw someone different.

Henever wore the suit there, opting to wear only trousers to cover up.He had little regard for his own safety, so the only special gearOswald saw him wear were goggles. He seemed more gentle without thesuit, less intense. Oswald suspected the way he behaved in the worldwas a front, and that the man he knew in the lab was who he reallywas.

Victorwas just a man, troubled by loss, wounded in ways that not many couldtruly understand. The loss of loved ones was a pain that Oswald wasintimately acquainted with, however. Perhaps it was why they gotalong so well? There was no real pretense between them, noexpectations. They had gotten what they needed from one anotherinitially, and after that they were just two people.

Therevelation struck when he felt the mug being removed from his hands,replaced with one that was still warm. When he looked up, Victor wasthere, half-smiling down at him.

“You'vebeen like that for an hour. Your tea got cold, so I made youanother.” He said.

“Thankyou... Victor – why do you allow me to stay here with you? I knowyou have work to do, yet I often find myself coming here and takingup your time.” Oswald asked. Victor was silent a moment, mullingover his words; he was a man of science, not emotion, so sometimes ittook him some time to collect them.

“Ilike it when you come around. I know things are difficult for you, soI'm glad you can come and relax. And... it's good to have you here,for me. You remind me that somewhere under this, I'm still human. Ineed that, sometimes.” Victor said.

Ithit Oswald in that moment that he no longer viewed Victor as a tool,as a means to an end. To him, Victor was more than that. He was morethan the collection of traits and marketable skills. He was a man. Hewas a friend, someone to walk beside rather than push in front. Theyneeded one another in a way that wasn't born of desperation andplight. It was a gentle sort of need, the type that pulled loverstogether after difficult times, the sort that provided a comfort thatsettled deep in the soul.

“I'mglad you feel that way. I'll keep coming by, then.” Oswaldpromised.

WithVictor, Oswald felt none of the deeply rooted fear of betrayal he hadwith all the rest.

He swore to himself in that moment that he would do all he could to treasure Victor the way he hadn’t with all his other connections. He would do right by someone, at last.

[lord-garbage]

roguepythia reblogged your photoset and added:

OMG, AU gifsets are EVERYTHING! I need more of this!

Thank you! There will definitely be a New Year’s Eve party aftermath. :)

[mrgoldsdearie]

roguepythia replied to your post “Nygmobblepot Pushing Daisies AU: Edward is a pie baker who has the...”

OMG! How could you!? *cries pie shaped tears*

This fic can’t be written if I don’t put the idea out there :) I regert nothing!!

[irisbleufic]

flux--and--flow said: oh man yeah hermann and oswald are so similar and so are newt and ed I WAS AWARE I’M GLAD OTHERS ARE TOO

I had some vague notion that both pairings appealed to me on grounds of “disabled nerds of various stripes who take care of each other in ways that I consider to be major life-goals should any of my partners turn out to be for-life commitments,” but for some reason I had failed to connect detailed actions across stories in two different fandoms.  Then again, I’ve written so much in the past 3-4 years specifically that keeping details of all projects in mind is impossible.  You lot have more bandwidth on that front than I do!

roguepythia said: And you love PacRim too?! *swoon*

To say I love it would probably be an understatement ;)

[littlehollyleaf]

roguepythia replied to your post “Sorry for the long ask but I got Feelings: I’m trying to get behind...”

Ug, maybe it's just cause I'm floating down memory lane right now, but everything you just said makes a potential S4 Ed/Lee sound just like S6 Spuffy. And if that happens, I will flip a table! I'll still be watching the show, but dayum, that would be dark as hell and not be fun for anyone. :(

Oooh, are you speaking as a Spuffy shipper? Or did your pain come from NOT being one?

Buffy was an unusual TV experience for me in a lot of ways (too tedious to explain) and doesn’t match my current way of watching/experiencing ongoing TV AT ALL. So I’m always curious to hear how it was for others who used to watch it in a way more like I consume TV now.

When it came to ships in Buffy I had, like, ZERO vested interest (besides going through an obnoxious and ignorant phase for a bit where I did insist I thought Willow was better with Oz and was wildly indifferent to Tara). I did generally prefer the concept of Buffy/Angel as endgame (not that the term ‘endgame’ existed for me at the time), but I know I enjoyed all the dark and destructive aspects of Spuffy - Season 6 was 100% my FAVOURITE SEASON of the whole show! (...although that did have more to do with the Trio than anything...there...aren’t really words to explain my childhood OBSESSION with Jonathan, so when he became a REGULAR in Season 6? WOW, DREAM COME TRUE! :p)

Anyway - you’re thinking a broken, traumatised Lee sleeping with Ed just to feel alive kind of thing? ...I guess...YEAH, that’s sort of what I was picturing. Only DARKER - because while Buffy did the whole wild, obsessive, addictive, mindless sex thing with Spike, she never turned to villainy as well to cope with her issues.

(I do hope Ed’s feelings for Lee don’t end up matching Spike’s for Buffy though...)

[littlehollyleaf]

roguepythia replied to your photoset: leaper182: *sob*

Wow, I didn’t realize it was the same room!

Actually point, considering that it’s interesting to note the little details they’ve changed, perhaps to indicate an attempt at increasing security at the Asylum - the window is now covered in what looks like wire fencing I think? and the table has a metal ring on one side, presumably for attaching handcuffed inmates to

Curious!