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“This whole time, I thought you were dead, but you’re alive”  (Mr. Penn Ventriloquist , Oswald Cobblepot  | PennGuin Gotham 5x08, 5x03)

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Im back home and finished my first pride drawing! Happy pride from this gay Ventriloquist! 🤓 🤓 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

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(( I’ve never been so intimidated by emojis in my life- ))

[whenrpmemesattack]

Drinking Game: Every time you send an opinion that my muse hates or disagrees with, they will have to take a shot of whiskey.

[spicywatson]

happy pride from gaytham!

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Bonus (the first version):

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(( Just putting this out here, my Penn is 100% gay and I will always write him as such . ))

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Off with his head, it’s all for the best,                      my eyes hang down with sorrow. I moan and bellow for lost tomorrows,                                       

                                                        gone away.

Mixed Canon Ventriloquist and Scarface // Comic and Gotham Based (as well as tidbits from the Animated Series) // Dark Themes // Ocs and Crossovers Welcome! // Written by Muck

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[captainchilly]

Gotham’s canon LGBT+ characters

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The direct comment towards him caught Arthur off guard, a look of shock flickering across his gaze as he heard the words. Oh, if only she knew. He swallowed hard, lips pursing into a tight line as he watched her closely. Though her words seemed to successfully silence the ventriloquist once more.  He shifted his weight as Scarface seemed to grin, brows drawn inward in the remains of a sinister look. 

Scarface said nothing to defend Penn, though that wasn’t all too shocking to the man anymore. If given the opportunity, he’d probably say similar. “Well now that ya are listenin’ fully..” He intentionally trailed off a moment, antagonizing Mary further than he already had been, “My jog for ya is simple, I need a spy of sorts and you are perhaps da least..suspicious lookin’ of all da rogues.” Scarface informed her at last, and Penn’s gaze looked between the two. “Gut I also knew dat unlike the others ya would not agree to such a t’ing without a threat to ya’s life.” He added almost casually, “Da poison was to get ya attention.” 

A grim sort of chuckle left the being and Penn felt a sense of guilt muddle within his chest. Green eyes were averted once more, though Scarface’s dark stare remained locked onto Mary, “Yous best take every step carefully if ya plan to dougle cross me. Watch every glass and gottle ya drink from.” 

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Penn was, in fact, injured, wobbling where he stood. His mind though was not focused upon his own state of mind though, rather the nearly shattered state of Mr. Scarface in his arms. It was almost odd how one could fight off the lightheadedness caused by blood loss when they put their mind to it. “Yes,” Penn began quietly, glancing at his criminal companion before looking back to the woman, “He is my friend.” 

The word resulted in more muffled and angry protests from Scarface, the being even squirming a bit in his grasp. “Now, now Mr. Scarface.” He averted his gaze once more, looking down to the mafioso, “You must be in a lot of pain, I know, but moving so much will not help.” He assured, to which Scarface simply seemed to squirm more. A sigh slipped past his lips as he looked to the woman before them.

“I heard that you could fix him.” He stated simply, brows furrowing into what could be considered a concerned look, “I know he’s not exactly...your typical patient but we don’t have anywhere else to go.” Arthur urged, lips curling into a deep frown. 

[melamemea]

This blog is accepting development anons!

Bug my character about their past! Ask them about the things you wonder about! Give them scenarios to get their brain going! Today is all about bringing out the growth hiding within my character.

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SPOOKY MUSE AESTHETICS

bloodied knuckles  ･ tear stained cheeks  ･  rust  ･ a busted lip ･ claws  ･  fangs  ･ a bloody nose ･  chattering teeth  ･  a dark space underneath the bed ･ scratching noises on a wall･  creaking metal  ･  fog ･ dancing under moonlight ･  blood dripping lips ･ heavy breathing in the dark  ･ a feeling of unexplained dread ･ a figure in a dark corner  ･   dirty peeling wallpaper  ･   a bloody handprint on the wall  ･  sobbing in the dark ･  bite marks on the skin ･eerie whispers ･ a hood covering a stranger’s eyes ･ the growl of a hidden animal ･ the sound of a blade being sharpened ･ a deep, dark forest ･  walking on the streets alone at night ･ a cobweb-filled, abandoned building ･ eyes darting in paranoia ･  a heavy beating pulse ･ the feeling of being trapped ･ struggling to get out a scream ･  boards covering broken windows ･ a quiet graveyard ･  a gas station in the middle of nowhere ･ a road that never ends ･ heavy fog rolling in ･ the scent of blood in the air ･ eerie old photographs  ･ walking along traintracks at night  ･  a chill going up the spine ･  gathering crows ･  a dusty, dimly lit study  ･  mist over a deserted cobblestone street ･ ghost towns ･ shadows around a campfire  ･ the sound of chanting ･ church bells tolling ･  an orange harvest moon ･  a broken down carnival  ･  a dirty stuffed animal abandoned  ･wiping bloody hands on fabric ･nightmares ･ waking up in a panic ･ a power outage  ･ heavy lightning storms ･ a secret trap door ･ the feeling of being watched ･  fear from trauma ･ a ouija board set out on a table  ･  an eerie doll ･ a scream of anguish & pain ･ withered plants ･ a room that’s been forgotten & gathered dust ･  owl eyes in the dark ･  curled, dead tree branches ･ a ritual altar   ･ flickering candles ･ a lantern held up in the dark ･ fear of being followed ･ creaking floorboards ･ repressed, horrible memories  ･ clenched teeth ･ soft, echoing piano keys  ･ an old book covered in dust ･  many pairs of glaring eyes ･  stumbling in pitch black darkness ･ being stranded in the middle of nowhere ･ tarot cards on a table  ･ a trail of blood

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Tagging: Anyone who wishes to do this!

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“Yes.” Came the oddly definite response to Oswald’s question, “It will send you to the grave, Mr. Cobblepot. Even if not by me, someone else you’ve treated just as poorly all these years.” Penn paused to inhale a sharp breath, “I am sure there are plenty.” It almost hurt to say, despite it being the truth. His finger tightened around the trigger once more, his hand so tense that it was beginning to shake ever slightly. His previously unwavering loyalty to the other had not been business related, even if it had started merely for his own survival. Arthur had cared about him. Which now seemed like a foolish mistake.

“Yada, yada quit ya yappin’ and get on with it already!” Scarface was growing noticeably impatient now, his wooden brows furrowing into a look of seeming anger. Penn glanced at Scarface before returning his gaze to Mr. Cobblepot, “I’m so sorry.” He mumbled, a seeming ache to his voice as his finger once more tightened around the trigger. It was almost as though something blocked his finger from squeezing the rest of the way, as if something was jammed within the pistol but rather it was his own mind stopping him. 

“Knowing you this long has shown me truly how you operate. Perhaps it was a miscalculation on your part, believing that no one would ever see such but I did.” Penn continued, deciding to talk on despite Scarface’s increasing anger, “Your value of my input most often was only when I agreed with you.” It was almost like a weight off his chest being able to openly state his frustrations with the other without the threat of him killing him. If there was possibility of anyone dying today it was Oswald. Not him. For once it wasn’t him. 

[ardentfervour]

I commissioned @nygmobblepot-fanart for some sweet Mr. Penn and Oswald and it turned out so amazingly gorgeous and adorable and I just love it! Thank you so much!!! I will cherish this forever! (and probably print and frame it)

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(( Sometimes I randomly think about how the Ventriloquist grew up around mob families even before his parents’ deaths.

Like that would affect a lot of things in his life and behaviour-))

[alex-guerin]

I recognize that canon has made a decision. But given that it’s a stupid ass decision, I’ve elected to continue to ignore it.

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(( Yes I ship Pennwald and I have many reasons for doing so. No, I do not force it upon Oswalds I write with and no, I do not appreciate being called gross for shipping such C: ))