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@xmanaicxgenius

a love like that can never be forgotten.

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📱 : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?

Oswald scoffs. “Calling.” He looks from his cellphones— one smartphone, for personal use, and a flip phone that he used strictly for business— on the coffee table before him, to the landline still nestled in the corner of the living room. 

“Texting is for emergencies, and I need to not be able to talk. It’s just asking for deception; you don’t know who is actually reading it.”

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xmanaicxgenius:

The corner or Ed’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. Ed’s feet slid towards the couch with his hues holding an elated gaze on Oswald. “ May I?” The question departed from the brim of his mouth in a hiked tone, with his neck angling to the side. Ed extended his arm out,  while motioning to take a seat next to Oswald. A small breath of air split from his lips in awe. Oswald’s features were handsomely exquisite. It was nearly impossible not to become mesmerized by him. In fact, Ed was immedately captivated by Oswald upon their first meeting. Although he has never admitted that out loud or even to himself until recently, Oswald made him trip over his words, which was one of the reasons Ed felt the desire to impress him with a riddle, which is still quite important to him to this day. Ed even knew then that they would become dear friends.

[ Do you like Riddles]

The memory is still so clear in his mind. A lot has changed between the two villains since  that afternoon. It has been a difficult journey for them. In several ways the mind almost perceives it to be years since they were in a good place. Obsession over revenge schemes that ultimately  failed  countless times takes a toll on person, especially Ed. There is no Edward Nygma without Oswald Cobblepot. Hating his best and only true friend he has ever had was diffcult. One may even say at some point Jim was his friend, but Ed knows better. Jim pitied him just as everyone on the force did, while mocking him behind his back for years, For that matter, it was amusing when Jim was framed for Carl’s murder. 

When Oswald and Edward turned to enemies, there were many times he had even desired to call his friend about a scheme in taking down Jim and Harvey again, but quickly remembered that they were no longer alliances but instead sworn enemies. Living in Gotham alone without Oswald by his side was lonely, especially after the two had become inseperable after Arkham. Even though he knew this all to be true, Ed had been so angry with Oswald,thinking rationally was impossible. In  more ways than he can still comprehend, Oswald’s betrayal broke his heart.Luckily the two have grown past it, and there are very few days where Ed even thinks of Isabella. 

The tip of Ed’s tongue brushed over his lips, with the crook of his mouth curling into a broader smile. With his glasses sliding down,Ed pushed them back up to crease of his nose.“ You look quite dapper this evening”  With the remark leaving his lips flirtatiously, Ed’s cheeks swelled with warmth, before dipping  his head down in a shy smile. Memories of living together in Gotham could now almost parallel to their new life that they are creating in DC, but much better. This is all very new to Ed and he is still uncertain of how to handle it. Despite the changes, if Ed is sure of one thing, it is that he has grown tired of  hiding who he has always wanted. 

Oswald’s eyes dragged over slowly, almost in a haze, to where Ed stood. His lips curled into a true smile as he placed his cup of tea down on the coffee table in front of him. Words? Who needed words? Oz extended his own arm out, beckoning the taller man over. He began to angle himself inward, so where Ed was planning on sitting he could easily curl into him.

Oswald tried not to think on it too hard, but to no avail— to think there was a time when this wouldn’t be possible, a time of anger and hate and betrayal where no matter how much Oswald had craved Ed’s touch, it was never to be. It already felt like a lifetime ago.

With both those thoughts in mind, and Ed’s compliment, his pale complexion flushed red, rising from his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose. A pure smile tugged at the corners of his lips, stretching and curling up. “When don’t I?” He spoke, unable to help himself, cheeks already pinching in pain from the wide smile. “Thank you, Ed.” He spoke his love’s name like a prayer, with such clarity and reverence, no longer lost in his beliefs.

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☎: the last person my muse made a phone call to and why♠: the riskiest thing my muse has ever done➹: what my muse would do on their 21st birthday if they had all the money in the world☞: five things my muse is good at

send me a symbol || accepting!

☎: the last person my muse made a phone call to and why

To his sorta-boyfriend, Ed, trying to find where the latter moved his food to in the fridge. Oswald has a place for things; he liked to be organized, and sometimes Ed (or, typically, when he’s The Riddler) disregards that entirely.

♠: the riskiest thing my muse has ever done

Back in Gotham when he was just getting into the mob families. Falcone had screened him, including many tests before he was allowed to work in such a personal position with Fish, even if he was just her umbrella boy. Oswald would later find out why he was screened so harshly, but taking the initial leap into the world was incredibly risky, for both him and his mother.

➹: what my muse would do on their 21st birthday if they had all the money in the world

A young, 21 year old Oswald— much like current Oswald— would spoil himself rotten. He’d fly across the world, going to some ridiculously expensive city for a fancy dinner, fancier champagne, topped off with both a painting and a sculpture done of himself done by the best in the world.

☞: five things my muse is good at

Oswald used to sing for his mother, and had taken lessons growing up. He’s also a devastating chess player, but never actually competed since his mother could never afford to get him into some of the higher-class tournaments. He’ll never admit it, but he’s great at sewing and cooking. Lastly, his true power is in public speaking; as nervous as he can get, he can capture an audience of the masses.

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closed starter for his boyfriend Edward Nygma || @xmanaicxgenius​

Oswald was thrilled. The chaos that had the city in the throes of desperation had been incredibly profitable for the pair. Not only had they stolen from the public, building up quite the nice fortune for themselves, but oh, the mansion—

It had belonged to some important politician, who was now either still roaming the streets with some ‘minor wounds’, or was dead. Whatever the reality, Oswald now had forged documents that relinquished the estate over to him and Ed. And oh it was magnificent, even moreso than Falcone’s place, in his opinion. Still, it had the charm he enjoyed of his father’s mansion.

They’d found a separate base where they’d conduct all of their illegal business, as Oswald had learned from his mistake in the Legion of Horribles, with how they were quick to control his ancestral home after Jerome outed him as a betrayer.

Very happily, Oswald was settled in a soft pajamas, set on the very comfy couch, a cup of tea in his hand. He let out a sigh, of joy, of content; he hadn’t felt this way in...actually, he couldn’t remember how long it had been.

“I don’t miss it so much anymore. Gotham.” He said, gazing into the fire that warmed their fireplace. It wasn’t that he was giving up; after going through so much on one goddamn city, it was such a change to be happy, to know that the person he trusted wouldn’t turn on him at any given moment. For once, the people in this city that betrayed him was minimal, and for once, he was truly feeling like he belonged.

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house of cards (US) starters

from the first season. content warning: violence, sexuality, profanity, gendered slurs.

❝ I have no patience for useless things. ❞

❝ I love that woman. I love her more than sharks love blood. ❞

❝ I almost pity him. ❞

❝ Wait. We’re in a very gray area. Ethically. Legally. Which I’m okay with – ❞

❝ We’re in the same boat now. Take care not to tip it over. I can only save one of us from drowning. ❞

❝ Centuries from now, when people watch this footage, who will they see smiling just at the edge of the frame? ❞

❝ They talk while I sit quietly and imagine their lightly salted faces frying in a skillet. ❞

❝ Such a waste of talent. ❞

❝ What a martyr craves more than anything is a sword to fall on, so you sharpen the blade, hold it at just the right angle, and then 3, 2, 1– ❞

❝ Nobody can hear you. Nobody cares about you. Nothing will come of this. ❞

❝ You want my advice? ❞

❝ Treading water is the same as drowning, for people like you and me. ❞

❝ I know all about hate. ❞

❝ Maybe it’s best he died so young. He wasn’t doing much but taking up space. ❞

❝ You don’t have to lecture me like a little girl. ❞

❝ You’ve got a long way to go. Don’t be so arrogant. ❞

❝ It’s so refreshing to work with someone who’ll throw a saddle on a gift horse rather than look it in the mouth. ❞

❝ I don’t think you appreciate anything. I think you’re an ungrateful, self-entitled little c– ❞

❝ Cunt. You’re a cunt. ❞

❝ Friends make the worst enemies. ❞

❝ Nobody tells me when to work and when to play. ❞

❝ That’s a rookie mistake. ❞

❝ Are you letting pride cloud your judgment? ❞

❝ I promise you’ll never be bored. ❞

❝ The most you’ll ever make of yourself is blowing men like me. ❞

❝ I can smell the cock on your breath from here. ❞

❝ You think you can get under my skin? ❞

❝ You’re too intimidating. ❞

❝ Do you get off on this or something? ❞

❝ There’s no better way to overpower a trickle of doubt than with a flood of naked truth. ❞

❝ I have to be ruthless, because failure is not an option. ❞

❝ So, you’re fuckin’ my son? ❞

❝ Here’s another truth that’s gonna be hard to swallow: I’m all you’ve got. ❞

❝ I’m not going to lie. I despise children. There. I’ve said it. ❞

❝ So, a piece of advice as far as career strategies go: It’s not worth fucking your way to the middle. ❞

❝ Proximity to power deludes some into believing they wield it. ❞

❝ A great man once said, everything is about sex. Except sex. Sex is about power. ❞

❝ I have zero tolerance for betrayal, which they will soon indelibly learn. ❞

❝ You don’t understand, I’m not afraid of you anymore. ❞

❝ Such a shame, how naive you are. ❞

❝ I just thought I should open those big bright eyes. ❞

❝ You want me to teach you? ❞

❝ I wanted to be significant. ❞

❝ I envy your free spirit, and I’m attracted to it, but not all of us have that luxury. ❞

❝ What I chose was a man I could love for more than a week. ❞

❝ Fact, I have something that you want. You have something that I want. ❞

❝ Have I said something amusing? ❞

❝ He doesn’t measure his wealth in private jets, but purchased souls. ❞

❝ Of all the things I hold in high regards, rules are not one of them. ❞

❝ Are you even capable of language, or do you only understand depravity? ❞

❝ Have the courage in death that you never had in life. ❞

❝ I pray to myself, for myself. ❞

❝ I won’t let people like you fuck up the world my child has to live in. ❞

❝ Am I an enemy you want to make? ❞

❝ You can’t purchase loyalty. Not the sort I have in mind. ❞

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send me a symbol

웃: what my muse would leave to people in their will

♛: the pettiest thing my muse has ever done

★: five things most people don't know about my muse

☄: the last five Googles searches my muse made

✉: the last five text messages my muse sent

☢: how would my muse fare in a zombie apocalypse?

☣: how would my muse fare in the hunger games?

☠: how my muse would choose to die, if it were up to them

♂: three names my muse might name their son

♀: three names my muse might name their daughter

♫: my muse's five favorite songs

☤: the last time my muse went to the hospital and why

▽: the first job my muse ever had

☃: what my muse does when it snows

☎: the last person my muse made a phone call to and why

♠: the riskiest thing my muse has ever done

➹: what my muse would do on their 21st birthday if they had all the money in the world

☞: five things my muse is good at

☜: five things my muse sucks at

✄: what my muse would say to the mun if they had the opportunity

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watchthecrxwn:

“Look, it’s easy!” Holding the keyboard, his fingers pressed the button frequently and clicked on several parts of the screen. “You set a barrier around your base camp, ensure you have archer elves guarding for any air attacks, time the ogres just right and~…” Yoosung clicked hard but somehow, the enemy in the game planned perfectly and killed his character. “oh… YAH!” He yelled in his native tongue, standing up in front of his laptop as the chair pushed back in his shock.

Oswald wasn’t exactly sure when or why he’d opted to try this out, as it still confused him. But he wasn’t about to give up, so he watched, eyes squinting at the screen. He jumped back a little when the other man reacted, trying not to look as unimpressed as he felt. “Easy? Easy to lose, it seems.”

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chromqtic:

Chaos and violence was one thing but a hole in the ground? Now that was a line in the sand. Managing to catch herself on the ladder before she felt to the bottom, Xena yanked herself up and back onto the ground, blue eyes scanning the area around her – for either someone else or for the manhole cover. She didn’t spot the latter her but her gaze did fall on someone. “Didn’t think to offer a helping hand?” she asked dryly.

Oswald didn’t even flinch, eyes scanning the area for any other property that held his interest. Widespread violence, screaming, and a hole in the ground no longer phased him, or even made him bat an eyelash. “Thought never crossed my mind.”

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xmanaicxgenius:

 Only hours had past, but the streets were already chaotic; filled with murder, death and blood. Residents running around in terror.  It was simply beautiful. From a distance, The Riddler watched, as both crooks of his mouth curled into a devilish smirk. “The human race is simply stupid” The words fell from the brim of his mouth in a amused tone with a vigorous laugh leaving his mouth. Those who said chaos was terrifying, didn’t understand the beauty behind it, the same beauty one felt when taking a life. It was indescribable but fascinating. 

DC was beginning to remind The Riddler of Gotham in several ways, but perhaps better. As a  villain  in Gotham one of the objectives was  to  have reign over the city, with horror surrounding it, and although The Riddler still  thrived off that, this city was marginally different. It seemed  that serval residents did most of  terrorizing,which would make taking control that much easier. There was also the added factor that Jim Gordon was not in the way here. In quite a few ways. DC was more cporrupt than Gotham, it just concealed it better

  The Riddler had began to ensure people protection at a large fee.Most  of DC were dumb enough to give him their credit card numbers , and a result he he had also began to transfer their money into his joint account with Oswald. It was effortless.  He had also been able to steal quite a few wallets., from dead corpses on the ground or those who were simply not being alert of their surroundings.As The Riddler counted the dollar bills in his hand, a voice spoke from the side.  His neck  turned  noticing Oswald.

A villainous laugh fell from his throat  loudly as he threw his head back. Truthfully The Riddler and Oswald were not on the best of terms. In fact, he had simply been the reason Ed almost died, which itself  was still amusing to him, weeks later. Although Oswald was not too pleased. Without Ed’a memories, he truly was an idiot, although The Riddler had always been much smarter than Edward. If it was up to him, he’d have Edward dispersed for good.  Unfortunately  that did not seem to be happening anytime soon. “ I thought you never ask” The remark fell from his lips fluidly in a vile tone.Another laugh split between his lips, before pulling out his hand and flashing the dollar bills  and credit cards at him. “ Don’t worry our plan is brilliant, and it will succeed because that idiotic boyfriend of yours is gone” 

Oswald had to advert his gaze from the Riddler, teeth clamping down on the inside of his cheek to prevent a smirk. ‘The human race is simply stupid’…especially Riddler. While it had been weeks since Ridder’s return to DC, he returned dead and Oswald had been furious. Now everything the man said set him on edge, constantly torn between fighting and letting go.

He would never admit that a small part of him had been thankful for Riddler’s stupidity, as it brought his Ed back to him…his boyfriend. The title was still foreign to his mind, but oh did he relish is even thinking it.

As much as he would love to dwell on the thought more, he had to drag his mind back to the present, where a very chaos-fueled DC awaited them. Riddler was already turning quite the profit while Oswald had been out for weaponry — that had become his favorite part, really, ever since he began working for Fish, he had such a fascination with the violence that came along with the mob scene.

“My idiotic boyfriend wasn’t the one that got you killed, now was he?” Oswald appreciated Riddler for his genius on such matters, but right now, that’s all he appreciated him for. If he had his way, he’d staple Riddler’s mouth shut and never hear him speak again (except, he was well aware that Riddler would probably like that, and it would pain Ed more than Riddler). “I’d like to find out who created this poison, if only to thank them for the advantage they’ve given us.” Oswald couldn’t help his smirk this time. “There’s a few nice places I’ve had my eyes on.”

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wyldsoulx:

black veins rushed through her, eyes almost completely white due to almost fully embracing her complete demon self, which was always something she did anyway, but physically she kept it on the low. the streets were in complete chaos, people had gone insane it seems, with the same black veins and red eyes and numerous other things. laughing, she looked around, humans screaming in terror and hiding from them. oh this was so chaotic, she loved it !! a strange knife in hand, she twirled it aimlessly, completely out in the open in the middle of the road, wind brushing her long almost white locks back to show that her veins were blackened as well, but unlike quite a lot, she embraced this. “well haven’t we all become a little chaotic and insane? i fucking love it, more fights, more blood, more death.” a manic laugh escaped her lips.

Generally, Oswald would prefer a more controlled chaos— chaos for achieving a goal, confusion among his enemies, and resulting in him having control of the underground, or strengthening it by eliminating other players. But, since this would help him to sink his teeth in D.C. without having to continue his research into the city’s major players, and drum up extra money, the gentleman of crime was happy to let loose.

He wasn’t even affected by the virus, but he happily contributed to the chaos, attacking those that got too close for his liking by either knife or bullet, irrelevant of if they themselves were affected or not.

He heard the woman a decent distance away, and could feel the madness radiating from her. Still, he’d been in similar situations before, and he was nothing if not a survivor. “I was just thinking it had been too long since I killed someone.” Sure, it had only been a matter of days — finding good informants was terribly tedious, and messy — but as he was getting back into it, the statement began to feel even more truthful.

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closed event starter for Edward Nygma || @xmanaicxgenius

Oswald was a schemer, a planner; he liked knowing where things were going, staying five steps ahead of someone meant staying alive. However, it could never be said that he wasn’t an opportunist, forgoing plans if the moment was right.

The chaos in the streets would be a cacophony to most, but to Oswald? It was a marvelous symphony of the desperate, showing just how easy it was to break down one’s reservations and be enveloped in their basic instincts.

It was something he had seen with Jerome — “the world out there, that’ll be the asylum” — and begun to experience with Jeremiah before he was brought to this time, and while it had terrified him back in Gotham, it was almost a relief to see it here as well.

Here in D.C., he had yet to hold dominion over anything, yet to truly pretend to care about the criminal underbelly since he had no hand in crafting it, but now with all the chaos, much of that empire was up for grabs.

“Fortune favors the bold,” He spoke, mostly to himself; he wasn’t even of the mind to think of how the last time he said those words, it was to Riddler back in Gotham before he froze him. Blue, calculating eyes looked out the window, seeing it all even from the distance of their home. “I suggest we get started.”

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xmanaicxgenius:

A laugh fell louder from The Riddler’s lips at the hardened words leaving Oswald. Before a further remark could be exchanged, he felt Oswald gently press a cloth over his lips, dappling at the blood streaming from his mouth. The Riddler’s hues languidly moved up as Oswald pulled the cloth away moments later. “ If I didn’t know better I’d say you were trying to quiet me.”  The words departed from his mouth amusingly, with another sardonic laugh spiting from his lips. The Riddler’s eyes attached a gaze on Oswald for a drawn out moment, until  they shut.  He jerked his neck to the side, with his  glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose before he straightened his neck upward. With another moment passing, his hues languidly opened again as the corner of his mouth faded from a smirk into a  genuine smile. 

Silence filled the space between the two. Ed’s mind was once again muddled. His gaze shifted away from Oswald briefly, to the strange surroundings. The room was dim, making it all the more difficult to really decipher much. Squinting slightly, Ed’s dark brown hues looked through his bifocals as  he caught glance of a light grey share chair resting diagonal to him. Ed was uncertain how he manged to get here or where he was for that matter. “No, No, not again” He spoke in almost a muted mumble, with a thin tear droplet  streaming down his cheek. For a  moment he could hear that taunting laugh in his head. [Stop fighting me and just surrender] Another tear rolled down his cheek, until his thoughts went silent. With one hand, Ed pushed his glasses back up on his face . 

Ed’s hues veered their glance back towards Oswald , and in that  moment, Edward Nygma of Gotham returned once again. “Oswald” The name fell from his lips in almost a breathless tone. There were many things about Oswald and Edwards relationship that most didn’t understand, and they certainly could be quite injurious  and plain poisonous towards one another at times, but despite that all, they were loyal.  Edward  thrived off Oswald’s approval and it was only when they two were on good terms, had Edward ever been completely content. There was no Riddler, it was just him. He lifted his head up slightly, with a growing smile. “ You saved me again didn’t you?”  The question fell from him lips rhetorically, while already knowing the answer. 

“Oswald” 

Edward spoke his dear friend’s name again, as smoothly as blood streamed through one’s veins.  His gaze remained on Oswald in awe. It had been quite some time since he felt any adoration towards Oswald. It was simpler to surpress  the connection he held with his best friend; the one person who knew Edward better than he perhaps he knew himself. Without another word spoken, Edward languidly closed his eyes and slowly lifted his head up further and suddenly pressed his lips against Oswald. Warm heated flares begun to run through his veins smoothly. It was quite invigorating.  He could  parallel it to the beauty he felt when watching a person descend to their death, as they scream for help or plead for Edward to save them. For a couple years now, Edward and The Riddler have denied any sort of love for Oswald other than friendship, even if Edward knew better. 

If Oswald hadn’t been so infuriated, he might have laughed, or even quirked the corner of his mouth into a sneer. “Quieting you myself would be a relief right about now.” He huffed, eyes narrowing at the Riddler. So many unsaid words hung in his throat, and he wanted to scream them all. And he would have, too, if he hadn’t been staring so much — making sure that this was real, he told himself, despite it being such an obvious lie — he might not have noticed the sudden jerk of his neck. He knew well enough by now that it was a sign of being overtaken, a different Ed coming to the wheel.

This Ed looked around in confusion, and Oswald could immediately recognize this as the Ed of DC, the Ed who was still a forensic scientist, bright-eyed and so interested in the world of crime, yet never having gotten his hands bloodied. Oswald knew an Ed like this once, and he felt something akin to pity at the man’s situation — he must be feeling like hell after being brought back from the dead, mouthful of blood and all — of pure confusion. But Oswald was still extremely irritated with the Riddler, and he simply stayed still where he stood, not lifting another finger to soothe the man’s pain, or to give him a clue as to what happened.

Then he was being overthrown, again, and the Ed that surfaced…it was his Edward Nygma.

While they shared the same voice, same face, Oswald could always see who was in control once he first met them.  “Oswald”. When his name left Ed’s lips, he instantly knew it was his Ed, the Ed he first met back in the GCPD who made that godawful penguin reference — to his face — the Ed he loved. His breath left his lungs in a rush. “You saved me again didn’t you?”; while it probably shouldn’t have, that particular sentiment overcame his temporary shock and reminded him why they were there in the first place. “Was that your plan?” He picked up a clean washcloth and balled it in his hands, clutching it because otherwise he would punch him right in his perfect face then and there. “To get yourself killed in order to get your memories back?”

Even in his anger, Oswald couldn’t lie about the chills dancing up and down his spine every time Ed said his name. After being with Riddler nearly every day for the past few weeks, with his teasings and reminders of Oz’s love, it felt so intimate, on a level that set every nerve on fire.

And that was even before, before Oswald could even register what was happening, Edward closed his eyes and leaned in to him, catching him in a kiss. It was soft, much softer than Oswald expected it to be; a tender touch melting away at his anger. The tension left his shoulders, he relaxed the hand that was still clutching at the washcloth, and Oswald had to find and grab hold of part of the bed frame to keep himself from toppling over.

The culmination of their feud, their friendship, their trust, all coming together in that one simple motion, the one kiss that meant more to Oswald than any he ever had before and would ever have, the only man to make him stupid in every way…

Oswald was, begrudgingly the first to pull away. He’d felt at peace, he’d felt at home with Ed’s soft breath on his face, but there were still a few other matters…

“I’m still mad at you for dying. And for the blood all over my favorite shirt.” And sure, the fabric looked already a little worse for wear so it wasn’t actually his favorite, but Ed would know right away. So he felt no guilt in putting a hand on Ed’s cheek, in the odd position of being the taller one, and leaning in for another kiss.

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Tyler: I keep hearing that some powerful warlocks can help get people's lost memories back

Tyler: But has that really worked for anyone in here so far?

Oswald: Really? People are using that for simple memories??

Oswald: There's SO much more than can be done to this city that this magic could provide.

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PEER INTO MY MUSE'S MEMORIES: PART 2 || not accepting/long overdue

A memory about death and grief

Watching his father die so shortly after meeting him, while not quite as devastating as his mother’s murder, was still incredibly scarring.

The man took him in immediately after figuring out their relation, this man who already had a wife and step-children to care for— he took in a stranger without a second thought.

His father opening up about their family and the madness that ran within after hearing of Oswald’s own troubles — how he was fresh from Arkham Asylum, a known gangster and murderer— and his father, oh how his father loved him regardless. 

“My son told me about his past. He just didn't tell me how famous he was. You're too modest, son.”

“Our lives together started the moment I met you at the cemetery. Nothing before that concerns me. I forgive you for all your past transgressions. Be free of them and live here in peace.”

His desire for power and recognition, brought on by his mother, would always be a goal, his destiny. But now that he lacked one, watched both of his parents die in his arms — though revenge on his step-mother was, quite frankly, a memory he smiled upon, one of his fondest yet— he desperately craved just that: a family again. He’d endure Strange’s tortures and mental mutilations time and time again if it brought him to family once more.

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@xmanaicxgenius

Nygmobblepot + Not giving up their boyfriends

Love is sacrifice. I should’ve been able to sacrifice my happiness for his. I couldn’t. But I’m ready now.