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Show A Little Skin Meme

Send a symbol for my Muse’s reaction to yours unintentionally (?):

✤ - Moving/putting up their hair, showing off the back of their neck ✥ - Popping a button on their shirt, showing their chest / a bit of cleavage ✦ - Rolling up their sleeves to keep cool, showing off their forearms ❉ - Stretching their arms up, showing their midriff ❥ - Bending over in a short skirt / shorts / tight pants, showing off dat booty ❦ - Changing clothes facing away, showing off their back ❧ - Hiking up their skirt / pant leg, showing off some leg and/or thigh ❃ - Fighting with their belt for some reason, showing off some hip/waist ❂ - Scratching at a bug bite under their shirt, showing off their side ❁ - Wearing a top that’s too big for them, showing off their collarbone / shoulders ❀  - BONUS TOUCH EDITION: Asking your Muse to help put sun screen / lotion / medical salve on a wound anywhere else

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Oswald admiring Ed

Nygmob aesthetic 

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Yelling Intensifies

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“I’m glad. You seem to be doing very well without me,” Oswald said with an incline of his head that allowed him a view of the apartment beyond. “Are you going to invite me in? You know how much I just love those little teacakes of yours.”

Hello there, Eddie! I'm baaaack!

"Oh. My. God. Oswald you have no idea what's been going on here. Its even weirder than Gotham.... speaking of Gotham, what are you doing here?"

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“Your caretaker and I were very good friends once.” Oswald sighed dramatically. “But he chose to leave Gotham, while I stayed. He really should have let me know he was back,” there was a twitch in Penguin’s eye. “But I’m sure he’ll come visit me now! Have some ice cream, Jerome.” He leaned over as Butch set two dishes on the table and whispered “lock the door and don’t let the kid leave.”

A child runs up to Oswald. Red hair. Green eyes. "Hey! Have you seen my Care-taker???"

“Oh, hi there!” Oswald replied brightly, tactically maneuvering himself out of the child’s path. He reached out with his free hand to tussle the cute kid’s hair. “No, I haven’t seen your caretaker. Could you tell me who they are?” So I can wring their neck for letting a child into my private study?!

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💐🌷🌹🌺 send this to ten other bloggers you think are wonderful. Keep the game going!!! 🌺🌹🌈💌💝💐 💜💖❤️💖💜💖❤️💖

Oh my! Flowers for me? You’re too kind!

I’m not even following ten other people yet...I think it’s time to remedy that

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We love Gotham Villains with excellent taste.

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oswald + episode titles

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An idea was beginning to take root in Penguin’s mind. “I would like that, Jerome. I really would. Butch!” He waved his cane towards the door that Jerome had entered through. “If you’re done being an incompetent bodyguard, fetch me and my guest some ice cream!”

A child runs up to Oswald. Red hair. Green eyes. "Hey! Have you seen my Care-taker???"

“Oh, hi there!” Oswald replied brightly, tactically maneuvering himself out of the child’s path. He reached out with his free hand to tussle the cute kid’s hair. “No, I haven’t seen your caretaker. Could you tell me who they are?” So I can wring their neck for letting a child into my private study?!

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Oswald blanched - recovering quickly, he gave a placating smile. “I am truly sorry, Mister Jerome. I..must have mistaken you for someone else. I have been unforgivably rude. Please, sit” He pulled out one of the gilded high-backed chairs he kept for entertaining guests and motioned towards Jerome. “Can I bring you something? I won’t tell Ed if you want an ice cream,” he stage-whispered conspiratorially.

A child runs up to Oswald. Red hair. Green eyes. "Hey! Have you seen my Care-taker???"

“Oh, hi there!” Oswald replied brightly, tactically maneuvering himself out of the child’s path. He reached out with his free hand to tussle the cute kid’s hair. “No, I haven’t seen your caretaker. Could you tell me who they are?” So I can wring their neck for letting a child into my private study?!

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Oswald spun back on his heel towards the kid, raising a pointing finger. “Did you say Ed? That...rascal” From his clenched fist it was quite obvious he had meant a quite different word. “And what happened to you, gingersnap?” He squatted down to the child’s height as best his leg would let him, his smile turning to a sinister scowl. “Didn’t I beat you bloody the last time we saw each other?”

A child runs up to Oswald. Red hair. Green eyes. "Hey! Have you seen my Care-taker???"

“Oh, hi there!” Oswald replied brightly, tactically maneuvering himself out of the child’s path. He reached out with his free hand to tussle the cute kid’s hair. “No, I haven’t seen your caretaker. Could you tell me who they are?” So I can wring their neck for letting a child into my private study?!

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Oswald inclined his head in reply and gave a small, noncommittal smile. “My position in Gotham recently has become somewhat...precarious. I need someone with weapons expertise, and these creations would certainly indicate that you fit the bill.” He waved his arms expansively at the drones still surrounding him.

“But of course, you want to know what you will get in return,” he short man continued, taking stock of Robotnik’s distracted behavior. “I am offering you a share of the Gotham underworld. A seat at my table. Think of what you could accomplish without someone always looking over your shoulder!”

Hello there! Mr. Robotnik, is it? I've heard good things about you. My name is Oswald Cobblepot, and I have a business proposition for you.

Robotnik sighed as he turned around in his chair to face his newest guest. He was a pallid little worm of a man, and by god, if the doctor had a dollar for every idiot who had a business proposition for him…

Well, that wouldn’t amount to much money really. Most of his intruders weren’t here on business unless ‘business’ meant something entirely different in their world. Most of them were here because they somehow felt entitled to his attention and to his resources. What was this one’s problem, though? What was it about him that made him so unnerving yet so very punchable?

With a few halfhearted hand-motions, a dozen drones surrounded the stranger, ready to fire away and reduce him to a gross pile of viscera and a fine red mist.

“Go on,” Robotnik said with a smile. “It’s not every day that a random stranger marches into my home and demands my attention! No, really! It’s a privilege and an honor! I have nothing else to do with my time–absolutely no business to tend to, no research, no clients…” His smile turned into a sneer. “You have one minute to deliver your pitch.”

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Ecco: I put the fun in dysfunctional

Ed: I put the ass in embarrassment

Jerome: I put the laugh in slaughter

Jeremiah: I put the hot in psychotic

Selina: I put the bi in bitch

Oswald: I put the d in Ed

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Perhaps we really are meant for each other.

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A child runs up to Oswald. Red hair. Green eyes. "Hey! Have you seen my Care-taker???"

“Oh, hi there!” Oswald replied brightly, tactically maneuvering himself out of the child’s path. He reached out with his free hand to tussle the cute kid’s hair. “No, I haven’t seen your caretaker. Could you tell me who they are?” So I can wring their neck for letting a child into my private study?!