Some KINGS must do some dark things before they RISE to the TOP OSWALD COBBLEPOT was no exception His chessboard is ready. Are you? [Indie Oswald Cobblepot from Gotham] Blog is not spoiler free
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seanpertwee #tbt When I used to fire @davidamazouz out of a cannon #gotham
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corymichaelsmith backstreet’s back, all right?
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Seeing the cast uploading images
Don’t do this. Don’t give me hope
#gotham#please please please mean something i beg you#-screams-#it's been 84 years#dc comics#okay to reblog#and okay to scream with me#oswald cobblepot
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I’m not angry with you, I was being playful. I stabbed you with my fun knife
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Be kind in the RPC in 2020
Be kind to veteran RPers. Especially if you are also one. You’ve both been doing this a long time. Long enough to develop your own ways of writing that work for you. You have spent your time differently and their differing writing style shows how unique each of your portrayals are. We all develop differently. No one is doing it “wrong”.
Be kind to new RPers. Don’t chase new writers out of the community because they don’t immediately meet your standards. Don’t put them down because they’re learning. Don’t shun them because they haven’t learned to make their own icons, graphics or themes. If they make a mistake, help them to learn. Don’t isolate them for being the person we all were at one time. Your seniority is not an excuse to be rude or hurtful. No one has been at this “too long to be nice”. No one’s “too old to have patience”.
Be kind to RPers of all skill levels. Don’t mock those who use flowery language or purple prose in their threads. They are writing what makes them happy and if their partners are okay with it then what is the harm? Don’t mock RPers who need extra time to write long replies because they’re not used to writing. Don’t send hurtful anons to writers threading with popular blogs about how they “aren’t good enough” to write with their partners. That is for their partner to decide, not anyone else.
Be kind to RPers who have firm rules. They are that way for a reason. Maybe someone hurt them before and that’s why so many rules on their blogs are necessary. You don’t know. Don’t attack others for having a lot of rules. And be kind to RPers who are very lenient in their rules. Don’t take advantage of a person’s lack of hard boundaries.
Be kind to RPers who ship your NOTPs. If you are against a ship and you see another RPer shipping it… You do not have to tell them how much you dislike the ship. You don’t have to tell them anything. Your personal preferences aren’t another RPer’s fault. As long as no laws are being broken in the writing of this ship, be kind and let others have fun in their own way.
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We have been through all of this before. I’ve tried to kill you. You’ve tried to kill me. But here we are in this room. Together. It means fate has different plans for us.
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due to personal reasons I will be cheating death
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tinypaintedthings:
“Shut up!” he barked into the phone. “You don’t know anything about me, except for your little stalker status thing!” Wil fiddled with the phone until it was back up against his ear resting gently. Inside, he was fuming. What the hell did his dad do?! Apparently, he didn’t know this man kidnapped him!
“The Hunters. The Dragon People or whatever?”
Wil froze. “What are you talking about…? What Dragon People? … and what do you mean my fathers? Are they doing something?!” Wil’s voice raised an octave. THAT … was scary. “No. No. I don’t want them seeking them out! What the hell, Oswald? What are they doing? What the hell?!”
“Well I now know of Peter Pan being your father” He said, all the while trying to suppress a laugh from the very idea that that guy exists.. because of course he does. “And sorry if I was curious about killing a Faerie and just used you some to get some revenge. Let it go already.”
“Order of The Dragon. Or what Peter called them while in my presence. They are the ones that keep coming after you. Reminds me to much of the old story: Court of Owls. And I think they are. They didn’t fill me in entirely but I feel they are going after them.” Oswald hmm’d. The Faerie had more information and he wanted to know more himself. They gave him the basics that they are a force to be reckoned with.. “They could be risking their lives. I am unsure. Peter was adamant in what he was doing. He said ‘both of us’ so I assume that your birth father is helping him.”
He shook his head. “I just know that I have been dragged into this and we have to get along whether we like it or not. They are seeking them out and no one will stop them. Peter said he was going to get answers and destroy them if he could. Another reason I want you to come to Gotham.” He lowered his gaze. “It isn’t just for Martin. I can help you. And from how you’re reacting. You need all the help you can get. Anyone that you can think of, maybe help you... may..” He was thinking of someone the boy had mentioned.. and his blood ran cold. “Though I’m against the person he recommended.. said Aisling knew him enough and that you met him in passing here.. though again I’m against it since he is about as predictable as a rabid dog off his leash..”
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‘What?!” Wil accidentally dropped his phone in his moment of frustrated horror. It clumped down under the seat of the park bench he was at. Of course, there was no cell reception in Neverland, so he was actually in a remote park in the human world he grew up in.
He quickly reached down to pick it up. This was insane. There was no way his dad… “What do you mean obvious reasons?? What are you talking about?”
He ignored the Neverland question for now.
The hard hit of the phone made him move his ear away again. “Sure shows he’s taking this swell.” He muttered sarcastically.
“The Hunters. The Dragon People or whatever? Remember I helped you with one of them to get answers...? It shows that I am trustworthy enough to help you, and I can help find information better than your Faerie fathers.
Pan and Aisling are seeking them out and Pan sought me out to ask for my help. And, I owe you a favor. So. Oswald Cobblepot at your service.” He smiled on the phone. “Come on Wil. You need all the help you can get.”
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“Hello to you to.” Oswald held the phone away from his ear. “Martin said it, I’m just delivering a message. And hmmm nope.. Pan said I need it for obvious reasons.
Also I like Pan better. He said you need me rather you like it or not. His words.. so I’m keeping your number. If you have problems, do take it up with him.”
“Now what’s this about Neverland?”
gothamsfutureking:
Martin: Awww.
Whenever you come back. Please visit :D
Oswald: I’m on.
Wil picked up the phone and hit call. As soon as Oswald would answer:
“I’m not fucking five, okay?!” he whisper yelled. “What the hell!? I don’t do PlAYDATES, anymore, Oswald! Fucking make up something! And delete my number!”
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|| Once upon a time… there was someone who wanted to make the WORLD a better place.
This person is the VILLAIN of our story. ||
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I rewatched ¾ of “One Bad Day” earlier and all I could think about was this…
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tinypaintedthings:
What?! His dad gave fucking Penguin his phone number??!!! What the hell???
Text to …. goddammit. His dad didn’t even have a phone or even know how to text!!!
Text Oswald: Martin, can you put your dad on the phone, please. I can’t because I live in Neverland.
It made no sense, but whatever. He wanted to talk to OSWALD.
Martin: Awww.
Whenever you come back. Please visit :D
Oswald: I’m on.
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Martin frowned as he looked at the text. But he did send a picture back:
He did. Said he was your dad
Papa Penguin is calling you Peter Pan Jr.
Why can’t we play?
Just then another text came in from Oswald:
Text: From Martin
“…………..”
Did he dare text back? It could encourage it more…. Fuckkkkkk….
Text from Wil: I can’t make a playdate Martin. I’m sorry. I like the picture, though. How’d your dad get my number?
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