#exception for ms. oswald

[khruschevshoe]

Kinda adore the fact that any time the Master comes back to Doctor Who the Doctor basically pauses the story and tells their companions "sorry, gotta deal with some psychosexual romantic drama with my on-and-off-again genderfluid homicidal ex/narrative foil that WILL traumatize you (and your family/boyfriend/loved ones) for the rest of your lives" all the while the companions are literally just the Live Slug meme

#thoschei #spydoc #twissy #tensimm #simm!master #missy doctor who #gomez!master #dhawan!master #the tenth doctor #tenth doctor #twelfth doctor #thirteenth doctor #poor martha clara yaz graham and ryan #tho i think clara might have kinda been into it #exception for ms. oswald #martha jones #yasmin khan #graham o'brien #ryan sinclair #spyfall

[agent-barnes40]

Wrong Doctor

11th Doctor & Reader (Platonic)

Dhawan!Master x Reader (Romantic) (Background)

You run into the right blue box, just wrong regeneration

angst

You saw that glorious blue box on the corner of the street and you turned to give The Master a kiss on the cheek. "I promise she'll drop me off at the same time I left, it should only be like a minute."

The Master scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I'll see you when I see you next."

You laughed softly and let go of his hands, running toward the box and throwing the doors open, turning to wave at The Master before stepping inside. "Okay doc! I'm here! What's today's adventure?"

You stilled, seeing the warm silver interior and the railings. You knew you should've just walked out of this TARDIS, just stepped right back out and left whoever's TARDIS this was confused. You didn't get a chance when a man came rushing up stairs to see who you were.

"Who are you?" The man asked and you smiled softly, turning to close the TARDIS doors behind you.

You raised your hands and slowly turned. "I'm a friend, hopefully."

"What do you mean hopefully?" The man asked, reaching to fiddle with his bowtie and you chuckled softly.

"Are you The Doctor or The Master?" You asked right back.

The man stilled and his hand stopped and he started to step towards you and you instinctively stepped back, knowing you could just step outside and hopefully your Master would still be there. The man stopped and looked at how you pressed up against the TARDIS door.

"I'm The Doctor." The Doctor replied and you immediately relaxed.

You lowered your arms adjusted your shirt. "Do I look familiar to you?"

The Doctor shook his head and you know he saw the sadness that flashed on your face. "If you had been my companion, I would've remembered you instantly."

"That's sweet, Doc."

"Thank you." You fiddled with your hands and studied his face. You smiled a bit when you noticed that familiar look in The Doctor's eyes. "What are you looking at?"

"Your eyes have the same spark my Doctor does."

"Your Doctor? I date you?"

"Oh no! I have a boyfriend, his name's O."

"Oh."

"Yeah, that's it!"

The two of you laughed and you had a larger smile on your face. You grimaced a bit as you remember the pain that letter and name would cause The Doctor in the future. This Doctor grabbed your hand and pulled you deeper into the TARDIS, gently pushing you to sit in the chair attached to the railing. You looked up at him and rose your brow.

"You looked like you were in pain and about to apologize for something." The Doctor said and you smiled softly.

"Now, you mentioned The Master, how do you know him?"

You stilled and had to quickly think. "Doc, I can't tell you. I'd be spoiling the future."

He shook his head, his hair flopping. "I'm gonna forget, I promise."

You rose a brow and laughed softly. "That's not what my Doctor says. You remember everything except crossing into your own time stream."

The two of you jumped when the TARDIS doors opened and a young woman with brown hair came rushing in, pushing the doors closed and you recognized her immediately from UNIT's memorial wall. "Clara Oswald."

Clara stilled instantly at your voice and turned, and relaxed seeing The Doctor there. "Do I know you?"

The Doctor looked between the two of you and grin appeared on his face. "So Clara still travels with me?"

You nodded, and gestured to the woman. "Of course, she's right there!"

The Doctor's face scrunched and you had to note how your Doctor's face scrunched differently when she thought. "No! In the future!"

Clara's eyes widened and stepped closer. "Your from the future."

You reached a hand out, introducing yourself. "It's very nice to meet you, Ms. Oswald."

The Doctor looked at your face and how you introduced yourself, as if you were meeting someone who was going to die, like how his companions would to someone in the past.

His hearts sank, and didn't realize when you got up to look around. Your eyes catching the swirling Gallifreyan symbols on the roof and you blinked before looking away. Clara and The Doctor watched as you moved with ease and pressed your hand to the wall. "Hey, Doctor."

The Doctor looked directly at you and raised a brow. "What's up?"

Clara shot him a look as you stepped down the stairs, back to the two of them. "Your gonna have to take me on an adventure. Time Traveler's rules. Future you said you took me somewhere, with Clara."

The TARDIS started to beep as you instinctively turned to look at the monitors, reaching to press buttons. The Master had taught you how to read a TARDIS's noises and you moved in sync with this younger Doctor. The Doctor stopped for a moment and looked at you.

"You're a Time Lord, aren't you?" He asked and you let out a sharp laugh, loud and it rang through the console room.

"Not even close, someone taught me how to read and listen to a TARDIS." You didn't mean to slip up, and that's when you realized that's why your Doctor keeps you close but far at the same time, this memory, this moment right here.

"What do you mean someone taught you?" The Doctor asked and you shook your head.

"I slipped up, don't think to much about this." You said, firmly, a tone you'd take when talking to The Master.

The Doctor flipped a switch on the TARDIS console and the lights went dark and the TARDIS went into a low whirring noise.

"You're going to tell me who you are, and who taught you how to pilot a TARDIS." The Doctor ordered and you sighed.

"I'm a companion from the future, my Doctor must've messed up the time on dropping me off. She said she'd be back in a minute, when that minute passed, your TARDIS was down the street." You said, reaching to fiddle with the ring the Master had gotten you.

The Doctor shook his head and looked at Clara. "Go get settled in your room, I'll come get you."

Clara looked between the two of you before nodding and heading off deeper into the TARDIS. You watched and looked at him. His eyes settled on you and you realized the darkness that sat in them, very much like your Doctor's when The Master entered the room.

"I'm a friend of yours and Kate Lethbridge-Stewart. I work for Unit part time while traveling with you, future you. She is the best thing to come into my life and if this experience is the reason why you treat me the way you do then I get it now." You rambled, fear spiking.

"You keep me at arms length, even when I know what I'm saying and doing in that moment. You don't trust me in the future and that means I say something here! I say something that gives me the worst experience with a time traveling alien. You made me question if I was making the right choice, hopping in this box with you, Yaz, Graham, and Ryan! I hadn't even known them until I met you!" You didn't mean to explode, your finger had started to poke in his chest, pressing harder each time you went off.

"You made me want to leave so much that when the next person came along with a TARDIS, I started traveling with him too! I'm running in-between two TARDIS's, two very different lives because of you." You pulled back and took a deep breath, pulling the ring you had out of your pocket and shoving it onto your ring finger, not caring much anymore.

"And now, I'm being interrogated by you. Someone who doesn't even know me, what I've gone through to keep standing here, to keep running two different lives because I can't give you up! Your kindness to the universe, your kindness to the kids who are saying that the cracks in their walls scare them!" Your words shot a hole into his hearts, as Amy and Rory flashed in his mind and you stepped back, taking another deep breath.

"I think I know what I said to make future you keep me at arms length and I don't want to say it. I don't want to." You said, your voice breaking as you look at the TARDIS doors.

"Then don't say it. You don't have to." The Doctor whispered and you flicked switches on the TARDIS console, waking the machine back up.

You shook your head, you were taught on what could happen if time didn't go as it should. "I have to. I have no other choice. The Doctor.. my Doctor made it clear what could happen if i didn't, I could kill people that should be alive, I could fragment the universe down to its soul. I will not let more death's coat my hands."

The Doctor felt just as he did when he married River Song. Another River standing in front of him, except this River knew what needed to be done instead of staying away from him. You knew you couldn't stop this, you had to do this.

You looked over at him, and took another deep breath. "Take me on one last adventure with you, Doctor. I don't care where or when. Just give me one last happy exciting adventure with you before I go back to The Master and stop traveling with you forever."

The Doctor's hearts stopped as he stared at you and you felt like it was your Doctor staring at you. That stare of knowing something but can't share it. That pitying look when you look at your phone and she thinks you weren't looking at her too. You know it now. You ended your time with her with a completely different Doctor.

~

The Master slid back into his TARDIS and let out a deep breath, he knew he had to let you go eventually. He knew what the date was, and he knew exactly when he had dropped you off. You were getting exhausted traveling between him and her and he knew he had the power to stop it. He knew you were going to chose The Doctor over him and absolutely refused to look your death date up ever again, to see if it had changed.

~

The Doctor stared at her console, staring at what The TARDIS had pulled up on you, just as she had done with all her companions and read the dates on the monitor. You were setting your room up and she could hear your laughter as you got to know Yaz, Graham, and Ryan. She couldn't help but be upset as she came across your page, after reading the others and she swiftly turned it off as she checked the date you were born and when you died. The day you died was the date she had first met you and she was powerless to stop it, she couldn't change a thing.

#Dhawan!Master x reader #Cade's Writing for Doctor Who

[companion-showdown]

Best companion to get intoxicated with: Round 0 Masterpost

the elimintation numbers on the posts themselves are largely wrong because I made a mistake and only realised when it was too late, its two per group except 14 and 15 which is 3

Day 2

Elimination Groups:

Group 8 (2 eliminations)

God the Computer

Hallan

Hass

Hebe Harrison

Hex Schofield

Irving Braxiatel

Jack McSpringheel

Group 9 (2 eliminations)

Jane Austen

Jason Kane

John (Another Girl, Another Planet)

Joseph (Oh No it Isn't)

Joseph (The Doomsday Manuscript)

Koschei

Laura Tobin

Group 10 (2 eliminations)

Lola Denison

Mark Seven

McQueen!Master

Miranda Who

Mother Francesca

Mother Mathara

Mr Crofton

Group 11 (2 eliminations)

Ms Jones

Narvin

Pandora

Peter Summerfield

Preacher!Master

Renee Thalia

Romana III

Group 12 (2 eliminations)

Ruth Leonidus

Sabbath Dei

Sam Bishop

Scarlette

Stratum Seven Agent

Tameka Vito

The Black Dalek Leader

Group 13 (2 eliminations)

The Earl of Sandwich

The Original Golden Dalek Emperor

The War King

Unnamed Courtesan (In the Year of the Cat)

V.M.McCrimmon

Valarie Lockwood

Wolsey

Group 14 (3 eliminations)

Ianto Jones

Toshiko Sato

Owen Harper

Andy Davidson

Gwen Cooper

Banana Boat

The TARDIS

Missy

Group 15 (3 eliminations)

Sally Sparrow

Larry Nightingale

Bannakaffalatta

Vincent van Gogh

Madam Vastra

Psi

Saibra

Beep the Meep

Seeding Groups

Group 8

Charley Pollard

Evelyn Smythe

Lucie Miller

Liv Chenka

Group 9

Bernice Summerfield

Fitz Kreiner

Frobisher

Iris Wildthyme

Group 10

Rose Tyler

Mickey Smith

Jack Harkness

Martha Jones

Group 11

Donna Noble

Wilfred Mott

River Song

Amy Pond

Rory Williams

Group 12

Clara Oswald

Bill Potts

Nardole

Yasmin Khan

Group 13

Graham O'Brien

Ryan Sinclair

Dan Lewis

Ruby Sunday

day 1 under the cut

Day 1

Elimination Groups:

Group 1 (2 eliminations)

Sara Kingdom

Bret Vyon

Delgado!Master

Morbius

Sutekh the Destroyer

Cessiar of Diplos

Duggan

Group 2 (2 eliminations)

Erato

Pangol of Argolis

Deedrix of Tigella

Soldeed of Skonnos

The Three who Rule

Varsh

Group 3 (2 eliminations)

Keara

Tylos

Tremas of Traken

Panna

Karuna

Aris

Group 4 (2 eliminations)

Richard Mace

Kamelion

King Yrcanos

Sabalom Glitz

The Kandyman

Karra

Group 5 (2 eliminations)

Adrien Wall

Alan Turing

B-Aaron

C'rizz

Captain Black

Captain Magenta

Carmen Yeh

Group 6 (2 eliminations)

Chris Cwej

Clarence the Angel

Compassion

Cousin Anastasia

Cousin Gustav

Cousin Intrepid

Cousin Justine

Group 7 (2 eliminations)

Cousin Octavia

D'eon

Death's Head

Eliza

Elspeth (Where Angels Fear)

Emilie Mars-Smith

Father Kreiner

Seeding Groups

Group 1

Susan Foreman

Barbara Wright

Ian Chesterton

Vicki Pallister

Group 2

Steven Taylor

Dodo Chaplet

Ben Jackson

Polly Wright

Group 3

Jamie McCrimmon

Victoria Waterfield

Zoe Heriot

The Brigadier

Sergeant Benton

Group 4

Liz Shaw

Mike Yates

Jo Grant

Sarah-Jane Smith

Harry Sullivan

Group 5

Leela

K9

Romana I

Romana II

Group 6

Adric

Nyssa

Tegan Jovanka

Vislor Turlough

Group 7

Peri Brown

Mel Bush

Ace McShane

Chang Lee

Grace Holloway

#intoxication: round 0

[enthusiasticenthusiast]

UNSEEN BULLWORTH HALLOWEEN COSTUMES

because i think they all deserve something and this is mostly for the year after the game 🤷‍♀️

Bullies:

based on troy dressing up as edna, i think that the rest of them would have coordinated other teachers based on pulling straws and getting to pick from there. they looked something like this:

russell: dr crabblesnitch

trent: mr galloway

tom: neil

wade: mr slawter

ethan: mr hattrick

davis: ms phillips (he got the shortest straw)

Nerds:

let’s face it. besides thad, donald and beatrice (who was a scientist) they were all their G&G characters. they went all out with props

Greasers:

with vance being a pirate, i feel like the rest of the greasers put time periods into a hat and pulled them out at random, there were too few that they could think of though so lucky put a pumpkin on his head. the results were:

johnny: 1500s king (he asked lola to be the queen)

peanut: viking

norton: middle ages knight

ricky: highway man

lefty: victorian chimney sweep

Preps:

obviously pinky was the princess and parker was a vampire so i imagine the others were the same. derby, gord and justin were princes whilst bryce, bif, tad and chad were vampires. chad even dressed chester in a bat costume

Jocks:

horror. movie. villains. damon and casey were the only exceptions with them being an astronaut and demon

ted: ghostface

bo: jason voorhees

dan: hannibal lecter

kirby: was originally john kramer but is now the jigsaw puppet because he makes the wheelchair look like the bicycle - it’s so cool

mandy: annie wilkes

luis: michael myers

juri: freddy krueger

Non-clique:

there’s no backstory behind them really, there all just a general array but ray, lance, christy and ivan all teamed together to do a DC comics theme

eunice: fairy princess (similar to the christmas one)

sheldon: mummy (with pedro)

karen, gloria and melody: the powerpuff girls

lance: joker

ray: oswald cobblepot

christy: cat woman

ivan: batman

constantinos: nothing. he hates halloween and stayed in his dorm all night

#bully anniversary edition #bully canis canem edit #gary smith #bully scholarship edition #bully cce #jimmy hopkins #beatrice trudeau #bryce montrose #bif taylor #cornelius johnson #johnny vincent #casey harris #christy martin #tom gurney #trent northwick #derby harrington

[saecookie]

Kyss Mig for @englishbunnyrocks,

Ms. Tyler is the hot uni librarian everyone wants to date. Except she turns everyone down, students and colleagues alike. Somehow, her eyes are set on the accounting professor. She's a babe, but who could be interesting and be into accounting? Fortunately for all the forlorn hearts on the campus, Prof. Oswald seems totally oblivious to what's playing in front of her face. ft. @gingerteaonthetardis @gay-impressionist @englishbunnyrocks and yours truly being gossipy students

(read on ao3.)

#doctor who #roswin #dw fic #rose x clara #clara x rose #rose tyler #clara oswald #sae writes

[allyecrivaine]

Looking Out for You - Part 2

link to part 1

Oswald Cobblepot x Reader

Word count: 1,602

Summary: The guys at the club are not warming up to Oswald, and it’s up to you to keep an eye on him. After you help him out in a big way, you start to question your own motives, especially now that your thoughts are turning violent.

tags: fem reader, sfw, reader progressing towards being unhinged, swearing, some violence, knife mentioned

warnings: strong language, some violence, short description of injuries

[feedback appreciated as usual! enjoy!]

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Something about men enraged you. Besides a few friends you’d grown up with, you’d hardly ever met a man you could even stand to be around. You tolerated flirting with customers because you knew you could get money out of them — god forbid one of them tried talking to you when you were off the clock, though. Once they could see you had no interest, they revealed their true, entitled selves every time.

Men were pigs, but so far, Oswald was one of the few exceptions to that rule.

Looking out for poor Ozzie was more of a hassle than you’d anticipated. You’d assumed at first that he would assimilate into the club’s culture eventually, and he would ultimately gain respect from Fish’s other henchmen.

Unfortunately, he never did. He ran her errands, rubbed her feet, and was essentially a servant to the woman. The other men saw this as something that made him weak — he wasn’t out there getting information for Fish, torturing people, killing them. The guys were pissed that the umbrella boy who didn’t even get his hands dirty was slowly becoming Fish’s trusted ear, so they started to take it out on him.

The first time you saw it with your own eyes, you were swamped at work, running drinks all over the club and just trying to keep up. In the clusterfuck of it all, you heard a commotion. You turned your head to look just as one of the brutes started wailing on Oswald, kicking him as he fell to the floor.

Setting down the platter you were holding, you ran over to the back of the club where it was happening.

“Hey, hey! What the fuck is this?” you yelled, stepping right up to the fight and trying to strong-arm the idiot who was kicking Oswald.

“Not your business, that’s what it is,” the guy hissed, “little Penguin’s only getting what he already had coming.”

He tried stepping forward again, but you stepped in between him and Oswald.

“You’re wasting Ms. Mooney’s time and money,” you spat, “that’s what you’re doing. Why don’t you go do your job?”

The large man stood with his arms crossed, glowering down at you.

“You really think you can bitch at me? You never waste time at work? You never take the most generous customer into a back room, and-”

Reaching under your dress, you pulled out a knife that you kept concealed in a garter-like strap. Before he could continue his tirade, you held the knife up to his crotch, with enough pressure to already hurt.

“Oh, I’m really sorry,” you fake-gasped, “be super careful! If you keep talking, it might accidentally make my hand slip.”

You stared up at the man, unrelenting. He tried to stand his ground, but the increasing pressure from the knife made him huff and turn away.

Grumbling, you pulled up your dress again, placing the knife back in its slim pocket. You turned around and looked down at Oswald, sitting up on his elbows and staring at you from the floor.

“That’s not a great angle to be seeing me at right now,” you said sarcastically, pulling your dress down over your leg and extending your hand to help him up.

Oswald turned red as he stumbled to his feet. “God, I’m sorry, I wasn’t...”

He trailed off when he saw you grinning, realizing you were only kidding. He smiled, looking relieved for a multitude of reasons.

“Thank you,” he said, “I, uh, normally could handle something like that, but he just flew off the handle and I-I wasn’t prepared.”

You glanced at the man, now standing behind the bar, back in his normal security position. You wrinkled your nose at him, then turned back to Oswald.

“Meatheads like that are always super on-edge from the roids, or whatever it is,” you sighed, “I’m glad he didn’t fuck you up too bad, at least.”

Oswald winced. “Actually, he did kind of mess up my stomach.”

“Oh, let’s go to the bathroom, I know where the first aid kit is,” you said, pushing Oswald in the direction you needed to go.

“No, it’s okay, it’s not that-”

“Honey, trust me, it’ll be better to take care of any bumps and bruises now,” you told him sternly, “it’ll make your night a lot more bearable.”

The two of you walked quickly to the employee bathroom, locking the door behind you so that nobody would follow you in.

You rummaged through a cabinet, looking for the first-aid kit while Oswald unbuttoned his shirt.

Remembering something the meathead had said before, you paused, frowning to yourself. 

“You know, I don’t...take customers, uh, privately.”

“Huh?” Oswald mumbled, struggling with a button.

Finding the kit and taking it in hand, you turned around, pursing your lips.

“That security idiot said I waste time by, um, taking rich guys into private rooms,” you muttered, setting down the box in frustration. “I just hate when people accuse me of stuff like that, just ‘cause I have to flirt with the customers and all that shit.”

Oswald looked at you, trying to read your face.

“I didn’t believe that, anyway,” he said quietly, “and even if you did, what’s it to me? Your job is your job, it’s not my business.”

You shrugged.

“I dunno. I don’t want you thinking I’m...well, I really don’t know,” you stumbled. You actually weren’t sure why you cared what Oswald thought about it; you were never one to explain yourself like that.

The conversation was forgotten as soon as Oswald was able to wiggle out of his shirt, exposing the bare skin of his torso. You gasped quietly, covering your mouth with your hand.

“What the fuck, Oz, I- what the fuck? Did he have, like, a dagger on his shoe?” you asked frantically. Oswald’s torso was covered in scrapes and cuts, some so deep that it made you squeamish.

He looked in the mirror, cringing at the sight. “Those might be from earlier, too.”

You paused, frowning. “What do you mean, earlier?”

Shrugging, he began to soak cotton pads in peroxide from the first aid kit.

“Some of the other guys, they, um...” he hesitated, “in the alley outside.”

You took the cotton pads from his hands and began to soak his worst wounds, and he grimaced from the sting.

“Which guys?” you asked, trying to keep a neutral face. Inside, you felt yourself seething. 

“The ones who are sort of under Butch,” Oswald explained, using air quotes for ‘under.’ You both knew Butch was still completely under Fish’s thumb, no matter how much power he pretended to have.

“Mmm,” you hummed pensively, “so Michael, Anthony...that group of guys?”

“It was really just Anthony, the rest just, uh, stood there,” he said quietly. You placed bandages over Oswald’s cuts, then got out some balm to put on his stomach to help with bruising.

"Hm,” you hummed in response. Keeping your temper under control was a challenge in unexpected situations like this. “Just...keep your head down. I don’t think Fish really likes Anthony, anyway, so maybe he’ll be out of our hair soon.”

Oswald nodded, wincing as you pressed the balm onto an already tender bruise. Once you finished up, you packed up the first aid kit and put it away.

“Thank you, again,” Oswald said, putting his shirt back on and starting to button it. He kept his eyes down. “I, um...why do you help me?”

You paused. “Oh? What do you mean?”

“It sounds stupid,” he said, chuckling to himself, “but people aren’t usually on my side. Historically speaking.”

Before you could say anything, he continued, starting to ramble. “But you, I mean, getting up in that guy’s face, giving me bandages, it’s very...kind. Unexpected. Not that I don’t think you’d be nice, obviously, just-”

You felt your face heat up as you shrugged, interjecting. “I don’t really know, Oswald, you’re just a nice guy, and I, um...”

Realizing you had no idea why you wanted to help him, you stopped yourself while you were ahead, opting to shrug again and avoid eye contact with him.

“I do appreciate it,” Oswald said quietly, “kind people are few and far between in Gotham. Especially in our...line of business.”

You gave him a curt nod, trying not to be awkward about it.

“Don’t mention it,” you said with a tightlipped smile, trying to diffuse the awkwardness. “Let’s go back out there before anyone notices we’re missing.”

After the two of you left the bathroom and parted ways, you continued racing around the club all night. You noticed that you were distracted, forgetting people’s orders or bringing them to the wrong tables. Your mind was elsewhere.

Why were you so eager to help Oswald? It wasn’t like you to be overtly generous. Not that you weren’t normally nice at all, but you’d never gone out of your way for someone you barely knew.

Not only that, but why couldn’t you stop thinking about the thugs who were beating him up? Every few minutes you’d remember the cuts all over Oswald’s torso, and you’d see red. 

Maybe working for Fish was getting to you, being around violence constantly. Even if you weren’t always the sweetest, you had never been prone to violent outbursts or anything...but now, your thoughts were completely overwhelmed, you could barely stop thinking about what you wanted to do to those men. 

They shouldn’t even be working for Fish, what use did she have for them, anyway? Waste of time, money, space.

They deserved to disappear.

#oswald cobblepot #oswald cobblepot x reader #gotham oswald #oswald #oswald copplepot #gotham #gotham oswald cobblepot #gotham penguin #the penguin x reader #penguin x reader #my stuff #fanfiction

[alwaysspeakshermind]

A-Z of Favorite Fictional Ladies C is for: Clara “Oswin” Oswald

Imagine my surprise the first time I got on the internet to check out the DW fandom, and discovered that a good portion of it cherished an intense dislike toward Clara Oswald. (Really, the surprise is my own fault. The internet tends to only like strong female characters in theory; in general, whenever it’s presented with a loud, bossy girl who’s clever enough to reasonably obtain most everything she wants through a combination of wits and self-made luck, it labels her either a bitch or a Mary Sue, no exceptions. while characters who bitch for no reason whatsoever are given free passes by fandoms and actual Mary Sues are hailed as Empowering To Little Girls! But I digress.)

I, however, am most definitely not the internet, and I disagree with all the Clara haters in the fandom. Clara is either my favorite or my second-favorite companion in Doctor Who, and I’m not embarrassed at all about that. In fact, if anything, it mystifies me how often I see people who praise characters like River, Astrid, Mme. Pompadour, and Jenny labeling Clara annoying and/or a lazy plot device. I mean, I’m a to-each-their-own type of person, but in what world is Clara or any non-villain Doctor Who character more annoying, contrived, or plot-device-y than River? And what makes any of those other characters better than the nanny/teacher who argues with the Doctor more than any character since my dearly beloved (but admittedly abrasive) Donna Noble?

Honestly, I don’t get it. I love Clara, and there is a less-than-charitable part of me that makes certain judgments about the confidence levels of people who despise her but, you know, that’s another essay. This is one in praise of my short little bossy bestie with an ego that rivals the size of the TARDIS’ interior, and an even bigger heart.

 Why she’s my girl:

So. Again. It may bug the heck out of everyone else, but I love the fact that Ms. Clara’s character shifts drastically between S7-S8 from thwarted dreamer with sweet-but-fierce-but-kind-of-scared tendencies to seasoned, bossy-bordering-on-shrewish traveler who becomes so angry and terrified (and all the angrier because she’s terrified) at the sudden loss of control when a lot of unforeseen changes are suddenly heaped on her that she cries in the middle of negotiating for her life.

Hate her all you want, call her ‘convenient,’ ‘flat,’ or ‘a walking plot device’ all you want, but Clara is the best all-around companion in ten seasons of Doctor Who, and it’s not even close. If Martha had gotten more than one season I’d probably be making a different argument but here we are and yes I’m still bitter about how dirty they did my girl. Justice for Martha and a pox on that witch from The Family Blood who challenged my baby’s medical knowledge. She’s quick-thinking, decisive, stubborn, kind-hearted, loyal, domineering, and a delightful, more-than-is-strictly-healthy amount of conceited—in essence, a natural foil for the Doctor. She strong-arms her way into the role of conscience when the Doctor forgets human constructs like sympathy and compassion exist, and even the usual ditch-the-companion-because-their-life-is-in-danger-if-they-stay tactics can’t get rid of her…she has to be tricked into leaving the eleventh Doctor, and it doesn’t even work the first time.

The TARDIS dislikes her at the outset, and she retaliates by calling it a “grumpy old cow.” She is the companion who finally mentions the first thing I would mention upon being told to get inside a random blue box—in all seriousness, why, why did it take 6½ seasons for someone to be like, “What exactly are you planning to do with me inside that box, because…?”

She is a born adventurer and loves being in charge, but is willing to put her heart’s desires on the back burner to help those she loves. She is often afraid, but hates being afraid so much that she combats the fear by standing up and confronting it almost recklessly. She cares deeply for the Doctor and keeps him on track, whether it’s reminding him to focus in their early days together, or reminding him he can’t just run roughshod over people in their later days together. She resents the fact he seems to take her company for granted, but can’t stop the part of her that gets excited every time she hears the TARDIS arriving. She pranks—and has allegedly kissed!!!—Jane Austen. She stays with the twelfth Doctor even after he runs off and abandons her multiple times in the days following his regeneration because her Doctor—the fez-and-bowtie-loving Doctor she trusted her life to—asks her to please not leave him. She struggles to balance her tame, ordinary life-commitments with her dangerous, exciting life in the TARDIS, and finds herself caught between the life she wants to lead and the life sense is telling her she ought to lead.  

I could go on about her for days, but the essence of it all is this: Clara is loyal, clever, and determined. She is never fearless, but she frequently pretends to be, and beneath her calm, cocky, put-together exterior lurks a girl who will always stay longer than she probably should because she is still not really over all the people she’s loved who’ve left her. 

Favorite quotes:

Too many to count, but some of the ones I keep coming back to are:

“Is this what you do? You just…crook your finger, and people just jump in your snog-box and fly away?”

“I am the boss.”

“And do you know what? Run. Run, you clever boy. And remember me.”

“Why do I have to be the witch?”

“Hang on. Three of you in one room, and none of you thought to try the door?”

“Are you trying to scare me? Well, ‘cause I’m already bloody terrified of dying, and I’ll enjoy a lot of pain for a very long time before I give up the information that’s keeping me alive; how long have you got?”

“I am not a control freak!”

“That’s the look you get when I’m about to slap you!”

“Is that what I look like from the back?” [“It’s fine.”] “I was thinking it was good.”

“Speak for me again, and I’ll detach something from you.”

“Let me be brave.”

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I posted 516 times in 2022

That's 331 more posts than 2021!

41 posts created (8%)

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I tagged 162 of my posts in 2022

#shit post - 20 posts

#wordgirl - 15 posts

#shit repost - 6 posts

#gotham - 6 posts

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Longest Tag: 74 characters

#the collector is basically if moondrop and sundrop’s personalities swapped

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Ms. Teavee: What is your biggest weakness?

Willy Wonka : I can be uncooperative.

Ms. Teavee : Okay, can you give me an example?

Willy Wonka: No.

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Mr. Salt Mr. Wonka was banned from the chicken shack, so we had to go out of town to get some.

Willy Wonka: Well, they shouldn’t say “all you can eat” if they don’t mean it.

Mr. Salt: Mr. Wonka, you ate a chair.

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Mr. Salt: Mr. Beauregarde, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean?

Mr. Beauregarde: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later

Mr. Salt: Ok, I love you too, I’ll just ask Ms. Teavee.

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Charlie Bucket: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.

Mike Teavee: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

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Charlie Bucket, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him

Ms. Bucket: You did WHAT–

Willy Wonka: William Snakepeare

31 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

#4

Normal I don’t like Yandere stuff

But

My Favorite Employee is an exception

( I made some art for it, though I used two oc I made for Spooky Month- the one in mask is named Jacob and the employee is named Delilah )

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38 notes - Posted December 6, 2022

#3

I love Stu so much ❤️

I used Vicky to romance him when I originally played it

I love this stoner gargoyle

53 notes - Posted December 14, 2022

#2

Thirsty?

Otto Octavius x reader

Sometimes love can start from the little things, sometimes they start by bumping into someone. This was simply started because a joke about saltwater.

Otto struggled as he tried to untie his robotic tentacles. He sighed as it didn't help much, it might've even made it tighter against him. He narrowed his eyes at two people, Spiderman... he was also known as Peter Parker, but it wasn't the one he knows and a person by the name of Y/N.

He of course was displeased by Peter, but he didn't mind the other's company as much.

“Y/N, I'm gonna need to check up on something, so stay here with Dr. Octopus, okay?” Peter had said.

Dr. Octopus?

DR. OCTOPUS?

Really? Otto thought the child could've just called him by the name... he had already told him his name anyway!

“Oh, sorry about him! He likes to joke, umm... thirsty?” Y/N had asked. Was she actually trying to be nice to him? He wasn't sure very much sure.

“Umm... I suppose so”

“Okay, do want fresh or saltwater?” Y/N tried to joke, but the joke didn't seem to land on him well by the look on his face.

“O-Oh.. sorry- since your an octopus... nevermind. Fresh it is then.”They went into a near by kitchen and started to fill a cup with some fresh water from the tap, she even added a little bit of ice.

Otto actually kind of felt.. bad? He didn't mean to upset them, maybe he should apologize? Y/N soon came back with the water, he had drank the water before starting,

“Sorry-” The doctor had began, “I didn't mean to well... upset you.”

“Don't worry, I wasn't thinking when I made the joke.” Y/N chuckled out. This was strange.. were the doctor and Peter's friend getting along? Were they even…in love? Yes, it wasn't to hard to see. Luckily, once he is back to himself again, they won't have to hide their love from themselves or anyone else.

Hopefully you liked that! This was my first ever fanfic, so I’m pretty sure there are mistakes

I’ll be posting this on Wattpad, deviantart, and Commaful.

Wattpad and Commaful username is stardewey

Deviantart username is Stardewwy

75 notes - Posted March 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

So Bob Velseb, but It’s Cold Outside?

No one?

I guess I will, others can join though lmao

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You simps ( For Bob Velseb and Otto Octavius )

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Gotham Episode six Thoughts

“Spirit of The Goat”

Spoilers will be mentioned so don’t read it if you don’t want to get spoiled please <3

I am ready with my sweat tea- . … what type of cult bdsm demonic possession is this ?

Oh ~back in time~

WHO IS SHELLY?

Aw look at young Harvey

He too was a golden hero detective. i really do love this man

Is this a devil, angel, religious trauma kind of crime ?

Pfff- Milkie

”I already did the paperwork”

I guess thats why Harvey needed a new partner

Uhoh that scene seems familiar

only firstborn ? . … . I’d be screwed

Ed I would like to hear your riddle please. i feel so bad

“That would be enough” from Hamilton starts playing

Negotiating terms lmao

dang they still investigating Oswalds death

Okay bro lets take a moment to consider actual spirit/demonic possession

”delicate nature”

hmmmmmmmm Harvey had a dark past doesnt he

DOES ED HAVE A CRUSH

I- why did he just sniff her ?

……… Kristen Kringle

I actually love that name

who ever came up with some of these names needs a raise

OSWALD

Is his mom jealous of women in Oswalds life ? Red Flag.

Excuse me ? A penny in their necks ???

Goatwatch I’m done shut up Lacey White

Bruce that is either a brilliant idea to stay or incredibly stupid

The Goat can take you from Alfred sir Bruce that hurt

Ed please. … . … as an autistic person I would like to say Ed is definitely also autistic I will not except any arguments

“No heros”

Dix you amazing Bastard I love you

how is there so many rich families in gotham geez Louise

poor poor anita

Barbara is going to be a double agent ?!?!?

THE CUP WITH A QUESTION MARK-

Ms cat my girly youre back !

Oswald is lowkey a child I mean good for you

HER SLEEVE IS GETTING WET ATOP THAT IS A HATE CRIME

So now murder isn’t illegal ?

Aw does he really see Gordon as a friend ?

Yeah this case doesnt feel right

Gordons finna get arrested

Idk if Earl is doing okay

Middle name and everything damn

ITS THE HYPNOTHERAPIST THE ONE HARVEY DIDNT LIKE

Please- 1 percent solution my ass

I mean of course we want to eat the rich but not the kiddos

you go harvey !

GREAT TIMING OSWALD

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[penguinwithitsarseonfire]

Growing Up And Fallin' In Love

Pairing: Clara Oswald x Reader

Word Count: 2,639

Warnings: None

Summary: You turn up on Clara's classroom doorstep, coffee in hand and the request for an adventure. Clara can never say no to you, she loves you. That’s not something she’ll ever tell you though, not in the way it matters.

Request: 30 from Prompt List #1 with whoever strikes your fancy (maybe a companion)? 💜 (sorry if this is late, I have no concept of time math bb) Prompt: “I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

Clara drummed the end of her pen against her desk. It was sporadic, making uneven tones every time the small plastic canister met the wood. She was staring at one of her students papers, and, for the life of her, she couldn’t work out what on Earth the sentence was saying. It was one of the last papers she had to mark, and she wanted it done before the end of lunch, so she could finish the day on time.

But the words were a jumbled mess on the page.

She turned the page over, read through some of her notes – and, had she spelled ‘what’ with an ‘o’?

Furiously, Clara scribbled it out, making sure that she then spelled it correctly.

It looked bad, unprofessional, lazy. A mess of angry red lines denting her poor students paper. She pulled open a drawer, pawing for the correcting tape.

It wasn’t there.

She tried to remember where she had seen it last, when, depressingly, hauntingly, her mind went to the night before, when she had first started marking this paper. On the edge of her dining room table, with stacks of marking for different assignments ready and waiting.

And then to this morning, where, in her haste to pack up the table on her way to school, she had missed it. The bloody correction tape was still sitting on her dining room table, mocking her, even now.

Clara groaned and rubbed under her eyes, careful not to swipe at her mascara, and narrowed her eyes at the paper.

The words swam.

A different knock than her pen against the desk, softer, more rhythmic, jolted Clara out of her stupor. She looked up and saw you, leaning against her open classroom door; a tray holding two coffees in hand, and a warm smile on your face. “I don’t think glaring at that paper is going to help make it magically marked.”

Clara was sure the surprise on her face showed, judging by the way your smile turned a little smug. It was just… well, it was unusual that you would show up here, at her school. You didn’t work here, and it wasn’t a trip you made often. Lately, the most time you had spent together was when you were galivanting across time and space with the Doctor.

Which was a far cry from the days of when you both grazed your knees on cobblestone pathways as children, or blew up soufflé recipes time and time again.

Clara smiled back with as much energy as she could muster. She was glad to see you, it had been a long time, comparatively speaking. “It’s good to see you.”

You laughed. “I’m sure I’m a better sight for eyes than that paper, at least.”

She let her head fall in her hands, and let out another groan. “Don’t remind me. I’m just so tired, it’s like the word are rearranging themselves on the page. They aren’t making any sort of sense right now.”

You hummed, and suddenly there was a coffee right under Clara’s nose. She looked up again, and there you were, standing right above her, looking at her with delight. You had such an amazing smile, the kind that just seemed to brighten up the whole room.

Clara loved that smile.

“Sounds like you could use a break then,” You said. “Fancy a trip?”

She considered it for a moment. Running away with you to a nice park, or a café, and getting to spend some quality time with you. It was so rare, lately that Clara treasured every moment.

But she couldn’t She had a job to do, after all.

“So that’s what the coffee’s for, buying my love,” Clara mused, and she took a sip. It was perfect, like it always was when you ordered. You had never failed to forget Clara’s order,  even when she went through that phase of mixing different coffee syrups together. Hazelnut and mango were surprisingly nice together. “I’m in the middle of a school day Y/N, I can’t just leave.”

“Sure you can,” You then did a little arm wave. “Time travel.”

Clara’s heart fell a little. Ah, right.

You had been talking about a trip in the TARDIS – of course you had been talking about a trip in the TARDIS. You wouldn’t just spontaneously come here for with any other motive, any other… desire, for a trip with her.

You leaned against her desk. “Besides, the Doctor says it’s important, and you know how he can get – what with those scruffy eyebrows.”

Clara let out a mock sound of hurt. “Oh, so you just need a buffer from those big scary eyebrows,” Clara said, and she made her voice sound teasing – she always made her voice sound teasing. “And here I thought I was special.”

Now, it wasn’t that Clara didn’t love the Doctor, she did, truly, the Doctor was her best friend. Sometimes though… Sometimes Clara just wanted to be with you.

Just you.

You rolled your eyes and gave her a fond smile. Again, Clara loved your smiles. “Of course you’re special,” You tapped the paper Clara had been marking. Your hand brushed against the red pen marks Clara had just made. She imagined how they would feel, jagged and rough under your finger. “Now, if you stare at this paper any longer, you might actually shoot daggers at it, and no one wants that.”

Clara sighed. She needed to say no – she really shouldn’t go. The Doctor was notorious at never landing them home at the right time, and she really couldn’t miss the rest of the school day.

But there you were, staring down at her with those big, hopeful eyes, and-

“Okay,” Clara said, and she stood, taking her coffee cup. “One trip.”

You brightened, and Clara knew she had made the right decision.

“But only one,” Clara continued, and she took a swig of her coffee. Instantly, she felt some energy pour into her. “I’ve got papers to mark.”

“Yes of course,” you said, and your grin was contagious. “Papers. Very important.”

Clara pointed her pen at you. “Extremely important.”

Clara startled at the sound of a grating knock, interrupting whatever you were going to say.

Mr Pink was standing by the door, juggling two Styrofoam cups. “I’m sorry Ms. Oswald,” he gaze went to you. “Is this a bad time?”

Clara looked in-between you and Mr. Pink, her head rocking back and forwards like she was watching a game of tennis. The two of you, in the same room together, feeling… feeling like she had been caught doing something she really wasn’t supposed to be doing.

It was you who spoke first.

“Did you bring coffee for you and Clara to share?”

He looked down at the cups, as if he’d forgotten that he was holding them. “Uh, yes. Well – not to share, but I can see now…” his gaze rested on Clara’s hand, which held the coffee you had bought her. “Oh, Ms Oswald,” he said. “I’m sorry, I can see you’re busy.”

Pretences, she had to keep up pretences.

“Not busy at all,” she said quickly, sidestepping you as she came out from her desk. “Y/N was just bringing me coffee whilst I finished marking, from my favourite café.”

“Ah, right,” he gave you a long look, and Clara felt the hair stand on the back of her neck. He then turned to Clara. “I suppose that takes my offer out the window, I’m sure your coffee is better.”

“Nothing wrong with more than one coffee though,” your eyes were sparkling with a certain something that made Clara feel very, very uneasy. It was the same look you had when you tried to set Clara up with Artie Fischer back in sixth form. The same look you always made whenever a man gave Clara any sort of attention.

It was a dangerous, heartbreaking look.

Clara cleared her throat, turning back to Mr Pink. “I’m afraid that I’m not as coffee obsessed as Y/N is, Mr. Pink.”

Mr. Pink nodded. “Right, yes. Of course,” he gave his coffee cups a blank expression. “More for me then, I suppose,” he then gave Clara a hopefully look. “Perhaps another time?”

Clara hummed in a noncommitting tone. She was trying to be polite, really, she was. It just felt as if two worlds were colliding at the moment, which was disorientating and jarring. She wanted to bundle you up and hold you away from her mundane life. You weren’t doing mundane right now.

And Clara liked keeping all this separate, the TARDIS and Coal Hill, they were supposed to be separate.

Well, mostly separate.

“Right,” Mr. Pink drew out the word, then he nodded. “I’ll leave you both to it then. Sorry for disturbing you.”

As he walked away you ran forward, and called out. “Stop by another time!”

Clara wanted to hit her head against the wall. Perhaps then she’d get it as thick as your head clearly was.

When you turned, you gave her a knowing smirk. Then, in a sing-song voice, enunciating every syllable, you said. “Mr. Pink.”

Clara stared at you, and tried not to grit her teeth. “What? No, not at all-”

“Really?” You were grinning now. “Because Clara, the way he was looking at you-”

A flash of annoyance sparked in her gut. “We’re not, that’s wasn’t – no, Y/N. Mr. Pink is a colleague, and nothing more.”

You hummed, cocking your head to the side like you didn’t believe her. “Right.”

Clara swallowed, and regarded you carefully. You really believed that Clara fancied Mr. Pink. You seemed delighted about it, as if the thought of Clara with Mr. Pink – as if the thought of Clara with anyone except you, made you happy.

Clara didn’t know if she wanted to scream, or if she wanted to cry.

“I’m not interested in him,” she said, with all the finality she could muster.

You sighed dejectedly. “You never are. I don’t get you Clara, you don’t even try. He seems entirely wonderful.”

Clara hummed. “Right, yeah. Getting someone coffee, really going above and beyond there.”

You eyed the coffee cup that Clara was currently holding, and slowly raised an eyebrow. “Uh huh.”

Clara bit her tongue before she said something ridiculous and completely embarrassing like; ‘it’s different when you do it,’ or, ‘I care about you more.’

She ran a hand over her face. “Why does it matter? You’ve always cared about whether or not I’m in a relationship. Why?”

The look you gave her was so earnest, Clara almost did a double take. It was a complete difference from your demeanour earlier. “You deserve love Clara, in all its forms, especially because I know how much you want it. You deserve happiness.”

Clara stared at you, completely dumbfounded. Then why couldn’t you see? How could be so blind? The only happiness, the only love Clara wanted, was yours.

Clara took another sip of coffee. This was how it always went, and it was completely exasperating. Sometimes Clara just wanted to shake you, get you to see beyond the end of her nose. She was right here, and there you were, trying to cart her off with someone else.

And Clara didn’t want anyone else.

It was ridiculous, completely ridiculous. The sort of ridiculous that made Clara wanted to cry out of a window, let the air take all her grievances, all her annoyance away.

“You’re so infuriating,” Clara groaned, and ran a hand through her hair. “I can’t believe I managed to fall in love with someone so bloody thick!”

There was a clatter as your coffee cup met the floor. Dark brown liquid exploded from inside it, painting the floor, the desk, and your shoes. Clara stared at it, flabbergasted. Then her eyes met yours, and she realised she had just spoken out loud.

You looked at each other for a moment, then another. A thick blanket of tension sat heavy in the air between you, so strong it was almost as if Clara could smell it.

In the smallest of voices, you said. “What?”

Clara closed her eyes for a moment, feeling utterly defeated.

A cup of coffee.

That was all it had taken.

Nothing was going to be the same now, even if – at best, you let Clara down gently, you would never be how you were before. When she looked at you again, she found you were holding your hands together, your knuckles white. Well, the cat was out of the bag now. “Y/N… God,” she breathed. “I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

Four seconds. That was how long the silence sat in between you both after Clara had spoken. Four seconds.

Clara had counted them.

And then, out of all the awful completely gut wrenching reactions you could have made… you laughed.

It bubbled up slowly. It was more like a bark at first, then it rumbled on outwards into a series of giggles that reminded her of when you had both been children, dancing in the rain.

Clara flinched.

“I’m sorry,” you said, gasping in between your laughs. “I’m just – I’m an idiot.”

“You need to stop laughing,” Clara said, and she crossed her arms over her chest, holding herself defensively. “No, seriously. Stop it. You don’t get to laugh about this.”

You sobered. “Oh my goodness Clara, no, I – I wasn’t laughing at you, I’m so sorry. I was laughing at myself. I’m an idiot, we’re idiots. The biggest fools in this entire galaxy.”

Clara chewed her lip. She hated this. “What are you saying.”

“So have I,” you breathed, coming towards her. Your hands hovered over her arms, as if you were afraid to touch her. “I’ve loved you too, ever since I met you.”

Clara frowned, thinking about the moment before when you were literally trying to set her up with her co-worker. “Seriously?”

“I didn’t think you wanted me,” you said, and your voice broke. “Not like how I’ve wanted you. But I wasn’t lying, I want you to be happy, I want you to have love, and I figured, if it’s not with me, then… then that’s okay, because your happiness is more important.”

It shocked a laugh out of her, then it clicked. “We’re idiots,” she breathed. “All this time...”

You laughed brightly, and threw your arms around her, pulling her against your frame. Clara loved your hugs. She had always felt safe in them, had always loved how warm and solid you felt around her.

“I love you,” Clara said again, because now you knew what she meant. Now you knew all the emphasis, all the meaning she held behind those three words.

There was another knock at the door, and Clara genuinely, actually screamed. “What?”

Clara detangled herself from you, and found the Doctor standing in the doorway, exasperated. “What’s with all the hugging? Why do you humans always hug? We need to go.”

“We were busy,” you said, and your hand snaked into Clara’s.

“I promise this can wait,” the Doctor said. “This is more important.”

“It really isn’t,” Clara said. “Not this time Doctor.”

The Doctors eyes fell to your joined hands. “Oh, you two did all that love confession nonsense. It was about time.”

You squawked. “About time, so you knew?”

“Ever since Clara dragged you onto my TARDIS, you could give the moon a run for its money with the amount of mooning you two have done to each other.”

You turned to Clara. “You’re coming with us? One trip?”

“Come to a park with me after,” Clara said. “Do some mundane, boring things with me, inter-sped with the time travel.”

You grinned. “Nothing is mundane with you.”

Clara’s heart swelled. Yes. She loved you.

And she was so glad you knew.

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There are things that Oswald enjoys about prison. The polite way the guards rap at the bars of his cell and wait until he looks up at them before speaking. It had only taken a couple of threats and a few regular bribes to instill a modicum of respect.

"Penguin," the guard says, glancing away like he wants to say 'sir', "can you send a couple of your guys down to the admin office? Your delivery weighs a ton."

Oswald closes the book in his lap. He looks over at Nando and Dwayne sitting in the common area, coincidentally within sight of Oswald's cell at all times. "Certainly," he says and waves them both over. Two men from the Street Demonz just happen to step up to take their seats.

They return carrying a small but very thick mattress between them. It's the perfect size for one of Blackgate's ungenerous cots, but instead of three inches of cheap foam, it's nearly a foot of heavy latex. It reminds Oswald a great deal of his mattress back in the Manor, expensive and indulgent.

"Your lawyer spoke to the warden about it and got it all approved." Nervously, the guard adds, "We had to open up the packaging to check it, but we didn't open the letter from your lawyer."

Oswald takes the sealed envelope, complete with the legal correspondence stamp and his lawyer's logo in the corner. "Thank you," he says, because he's trying to remember to be gracious to the officers who might be working here until he gets out.

"There's linen coming, too," the guard adds. It's still going through security checks in the mailroom."

"Dwayne, could you carry the old mattress back for Officer Brydon?" Oswald asks and Dwayne nods. He picks up the old mattress easily and follows the guard out.

Nando glances out at the common room. The gangs may work for him but until he can get a television in his cell, the common area is far more appealing to them. "You mind?"

Oswald rolls his eyes. "Go ahead."

He waits until he's alone in his cell before opening the letter. It's on his lawyer's stationery and the letter sounds suitably professional, discussing the legal requirements of a prison to allow for physical restrictions as practical and the grounds on which they've requested a new mattress likely to ease the discomfort of his old injuries. It all sounds perfectly reasonable, except for the fact that he's never discussed the thin mattresses with his lawyer. He'd remember ranting about the metal cots and the insufficient padding if he'd talked to her about it.

He reads through the letter again, trying to make sense of it. Then he sees it. Below where Ms Rowe has signed her name, where it's carefully typed beneath the ink signature, there's a shadow around the curve of the R. A free shadow that follows the curve and then comes down the kick, only to stop halfway. At the very bottom of the kick, there's a green dot. When Oswald slants the page sideways, it's very clearly a question mark.

Oswald turns his back to his door. It wouldn't do for the rest of the prison to see him laughing in joy. He takes another look at the mattress, the stitching around each corner and seam, and eventually he finds it. There's a stretch of stitching in dark green thread, dark enough it might appear black on a quick glance. It's along one edge of the manufacturer's logo. Oswald fishes out the shank he keeps at his ankle -- nothing more sophisticated than a half-melted toothbrush with a razor blade set into it -- and cuts the thread. Beneath that shiny logo, there's a small space, six inches by three inches, maybe six inches deep. A perfect place for hiding weapons and treasures. When he reaches inside, there's an envelope addressed with Martin's childish handwriting, to Uncle Penguin, care of Mr Riddler. It's detailed and sprawling the way that Martin's letters always are, talking about vengeance carried out on mean classmates, a new class pet and a possible co-conspirator with equal enthusiasm.

When Oswald finishes reading it, he places it back in it's secret space and goes back to reading his book. Or tries to. His mind keeps wandering to Ed, to the sheer gall of imitating a lawyer, the detailed thoughtfulness of his gift and how he knew the precise measurements of the Blackgate cots. Of him travelling up to Martin's school to collect an unposted letter. It would be so much easier to get over his infatuation with the man if he didn't do things like this.

Then the sheets get delivered to his cell. Two sets, both in a purple so bright it's garish. As if Ed had wanted his bed to draw the eye of everyone in the prison -- and make those eyes water. Oswald pinches his nose and blames himself for expecting any form of subtlety from Edward. Really, he should know better.

***

#snippet #current wip #gotham #gotham tv show #nygmobblepot #edward nygma #oswald cobblepot #my fic

[silverdecepticon93]

Riddler x Reader

I have no idea what to title this. A request from @faioula16, I hope you enjoy it!

Villian galas, not something you expected to existed, however, it wasn’t really something that surprised you considering almost every single villain in Gotham liked to stroke their own ego. Your Eddie was no exception to this, hence why you were here, to show off how he was not only a superior villain but a superior boyfriend as well.

“Not only that but there’s this one thing I do that (Y/n) likes-” He spoke smugly but then you sharply elbowed him in the gut, making him grunt in pain and double over slightly.

“Eddie!” You hissed warningly as you glared at him from the corner of your (e/c) eyes.

Some of the villains he was talking to snickered at the scene, watching how the big bad Riddler flinched at your harsh tone and icy stare.

“I was gonna say that I do the dishes!” He quickly explained although the mischievous smirk on his face told you otherwise. This was only proven when he slithered and arm around your waist and leaned into your ear, “What did you think I was going to say?”

You only rolled your eyes and gently pushed him away with your hand on his chest, “Why do I love you again?”

“Because you do.” He cooed before kissing your cheek, making you giggle a little.

The other villians either ‘awed’ or gagged at the scene in front of them, which only made Edward smile even more and start to pepper your face and neck with kisses. You laughed and tried to ask him to stop, although you kept cutting yourself off with your own giggles and snickers, so you tried your best to push him away.

“E-Eddie, please! Stop!” You giggled even more as he laughed between a few kisses. 

At this point, his fellow villains were just awkwardly smiling or had already walked away from the scene. His poor minions, on the other hand, had to stay and watch as he continued to smother you in affection. Some of them were used to it while some of the newer recruits desperately tried to find something else in the room to look at.

“E-Ed, yo- your phone.” You pointed out through a fit of giggles.

 He paused before giving you one big kiss on your cheek and taking out his phone from his pocket to check who was calling him. 

“Darling, I’ve got to take this, it’s for work.” he frowned and spoke to you in an apologetic tone.

You knew what he meant by ‘work’, you were literally surrounded by Gotham’s most notorious villains, so you merely nodded and stepped away from him as a silent way of saying you were fine with him taking the call. He once more pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek before walking past his minions.

“You make sure she doesn’t leave your sight,” Edward ordered before glaring at them over his shoulder, “Or else.”

Some of them nodded furiously while the others were just unaffected by his stern glare, having gotten used to how protective he was off you. Then Edward sent you one final smile before pressing his phone to his ear with a sharp ‘What is it?’

You chuckled slightly before holding your hands with each other awkwardly, noticing just how quiet it was without your Eddie to start any conversation, that and you were literally surrounded by supervillains. So if his henchmen couldn’t take down the Batman, you highly doubted they could take down one of the villians in the room, but then again, everyone else was too busy showboating or bragging to even think about causing you harm so perhaps you were in the clear for tonight.

“Ms. (L/n), where are you going?” one henchman asked as you started to walk away from them. You looked over your shoulder, “I’m just heading to the snack bar, it’s fine!”

“But-” An older henchmen stopped the recruit, “It’s fine, Riddler might not know this but we have a ‘stay where I can see you rule’ with (Y/n). As long as we can see her, we’re fine.”

“Oh…” The henchman sighed in relief and went back to his spot.

Meanwhile, you were trying to decide what snack you should get. For villains, some of them have a surprising set of cooking skills, but your attention was taken away from the spread when you felt something touching your arse. You yipped a bit before turning around to face the Penguin, also known as Oswald Cobbelpot, who gave you a sly smile.

“(Y/n)! It’s been a while.” He mused innocently. You furrowed your eyebrows and scrunched your nose slightly in disgust, “Oswald, I hadn’t expected to see you here.”

“I was just going to say the same thing too you!” He hummed before leaning on his umbrella, “this is a Villain’s Gala, after all, and you aren’t a villain.” You shrugged and your eyes flickered to the group of henchmen who were talking amongst each other, “No but I am a plus one.”

“Ah, so you’re still with Nygma, aren’t you?” Oswald frowned in dissapointment.

 You nodded your head but still kept your eyes on the henchmen, one of them noticing you staring at them.

“I don’t understand why you stay with him when you can have someone more powerful at your side.” The Penguin grinned and not-so-subtly winked at you.

You groaned in disgust before looking at the henchmen and then looking at the penguin-like man in front of you and then back at the henchmen, he nodded in understanding and silently ushered the others over to where you were at.

“Simple, I love him.” You responded as you waited for the cavalry to come.

“Well, isn’t that just sweet!” Another voice chimed in, an arm slung around your shoulders and you felt someone ruffling your hair.

You grunted before pushing the person away, your eyes widening when you stared into the black eyes of the infamous Joker. Penguin’s eyes also widened as he turned tail and started to quickly walk away from you, not wanting to be near the Clown Prince of Crime.

“Joker,” You gasped softly before forcing a fake smile, “how...nice it is to see you…”

It really wasn’t considering this man had not only caused your Eddie an enormous amount of stress but has also kidnapped you on many occasions. Not to mention he was a very much feared villain, that could be easily shown as the henchmen who were supposed to come to your aid stopped in their tracks and watched with very conflicted looks on their faces on how they should approach the situation.

“I know!” The clown beamed, “but I couldn’t help but overhear that you are still with the Riddler, yes?” You were hesitant to respond, this man was dangerous and even a simple and seemingly harmless question like this one could leave a person dead if they didn’t answer it correctly, however it seemed as though it was a question the Joker didn’t need an answer to since he kept on talking.

“He’s been stepping up his game lately, hasn’t he?” Joker mused in a devious manner, “I mean, I keep hearing people talking about his plots instead of mine, and as a matter of fact, I heard someone say he might be getting more villainous than me. ME!”

He let out a laugh, one that was maniacal and bitter as his arm kept tightening around your neck. You weakly chuckled or perhaps it was a wheeze from lack of air, either way, you looked incredibly uncomfortable.

“He seems to love you a lot though, doesn’t he?” Joker hummed as his onyx eyes glinted dangerously, “A weak spot for you, isn’t that just adorable. I can’t imagine what would happen if someone...exploited that weak spot.”

Your eyes widened, the sense of danger now becoming heavier and heavier with every second you were next to this man.

“I mean, I bet you if something unfortunate were to happen that poor old Riddler wouldn’t know what to do! It’d put a damper on his crime game, wouldn’t it?” Joker snarled, his tone becoming deeper and darker.

You tried your best to back up but he was surprisingly strong, “Oh! C’mon (Y/n)! I’m just joking! It’s what I do best, isn’t it?”

“She doesn’t seem to find it very funny,” someone growled, you smiled as you could recognize that voice from anywhere, “and to be perfectly frank, neither do I.”

The Joker let go of you and took a step closer to your boyfriend, who tightly held his cane in his hand and had a look that could’ve killed the green-haired clown on the spot.

“Ah! We were just talking about you!” Joker mused but then grunted in pain as Edward swiftly and harshly hit him in the head with his cane.

Everything stopped and now all eyes were on the Riddler and the Joker, you looked at the Joker with wide eyes and your jaw dropped before looking back at Edward who was now walking over to the clown who laid on the floor holding his aching head.

“Riddle me this, Joker,” Edward rehearsed his most famous line but it was more ominous than usual while crouching down to the clown prince of crime, “What is black and blue all over and doesn’t have a head?”

Joker didn’t respond, he only continued to hold his head that you were pretty sure was throbbing in pain. Riddler only patted the side of the clown’s face playfully before standing up, “Well, it seems like you’re in no condition to talk so I’ll tell you! The answer is you if I catch you threatening my (Y/n) again!”

Everyone back away as Edward began to walk towards you, placing a secure hand on your waist, and nodded over at his henchmen to follow him as he walked out of the party. You felt everyone’s eyes still on you and Edward but no one said anything, an uncomfortable and fearful silence became the most defining sound in the room, that and the footsteps of you and your boyfriend’s henchmen.

“Eddie, are you okay?” You asked him the moment you all exited the building.

“No, I am not okay!” He snapped before turning to his henchmen, “When I say “make sure she doesn’t leave your sight”, I mean it!”

They stopped in their tracks, all of them flinching or had a regretful look on their faces.

“Darling, don’t snap at them. I was the one who told them to stay there.” You quickly defended them while also putting your head on his shoulder.

“It doesn’t matter! They take orders from me and I expect those orders to be followed. I mean-...what if-...what if you got hurt?” He frowned as he laid on top of yours, “or worse?”

You were surprised by how quickly he calmed down but then you nuzzled closer next to him, “That’s sweet, Eddie, but you shouldn’t worry so much. Next time, I’ll stay closer to the henchmen.”

“Oh, there will not be a next time!” Edward mused as he lead you back to the car, “not only do I not want Joker near you but I also don’t like seeing that bird buffoon near you as well.”

You looked up at him with an amused look in your eye, “Jealous?”

“Of that pitiful attempt at flirting?” He snorted, “Please.”

You chuckled a little, making him smile slightly. A smile that hopefully meant he’d forget about his minion’s blunder and let them off the hook, although there was a very unlikely chance of that happening. If it concerned your safety, you can bet Edward is going to go to any length he could to assure it.

Even if that meant making an example out of his underlings.

#Riddler x reader #The Riddler x reader #Edward Nygma x reader #Edward Nygma x you #harley quinn Riddler #DC x reader #DC x you #I need requests #i only date heroes

[thedeevirus]

Sugar daddy AU, except the opposite of what people normally do. Edward is the rich, older man and Oswald is the young boyfriend.

Professor Ed Nygma is set up with a ‘sugar baby’ by his Gotham U colleague Professor Kristen Kringle but things don’t go according to plan…

Added to Nygmobblepot Ficlets on AO3

Hope you enjoy! But no prizes for knowing which song they’re playing on the piano LOL

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‘Eddie?’

‘Huh?’

Ed flicked the whistling kettle off and Kristen obligingly repeated what he had missed.

‘I said, “I’m really sorry the date with Isabella didn’t work out”’.

Ed shrugged offhandedly as he sat beside Kristen on his couch. The weekly ritual of ‘Tuesday Tea Time’ after work at his apartment was somehow cleansing after the uncomfortable atmosphere of the previous evening. It had been the latest in a long line of blind dates Kristen had arranged for him. One of the only aspects of cold comfort was that it had been far from the worst one. Another was that his attempts at romance had, so far, stayed out of the vortex of campus gossip.

‘Me too’, Ed said, offering her a cookie, ‘It was just too weird’.

Kristen dunked the cookie in her tea, shaking her head.

‘Yeah, maybe not the best week for my darling sister to experiment with red hair dye or forget her contact lenses’. She held up the gingerbread man,nodded in approval at the creamy afro she had given it and bit its head off. ‘Unless she did it on purpose to mess with you. Wouldn’t be the first time come to think of it’.

‘Funny, she never mentioned that’.

‘Does she really wear it better? Be honest’.

‘Wait, you’re not a natural redhead?’ Ed said, hand held to his chest, aghast, ‘What other dark secrets are you hiding from me Professor Kringle?’

‘Very funny Professor Nygma’, Kristen said, chomping down hard on the cookie’s disembodied legs.

‘Anyway’, Ed said, ‘How are you doing on the romance front?’

‘Um, good’, Kristen smiled conspiratorially.

Ed raised an eyebrow and Kristen flashed an ‘ok’ sign with her fingers.

‘Very good actually’, she said with a cheeky wink.

‘Intriguing’, Ed smirked, ‘Anyone I know?’

‘Nope but he did have a friend I thought would be perfect for you’.

‘Really? Right now I’d settle for someone to take an extra concert ticket off my hands’.

‘I’m really sure this time! Can feel it in my gut!’

Ed laughed at Kristen’s sudden fervour.

‘Okay, okay!’ he said, resigning himself to yet another of Kristen’s attempts at matchmaking, ‘What are they like?’

‘You’ll see’.

‘Wait what’s that supposed to m-?’

The sound of the doorbell interrupted his sentence.

‘Oh jeepers look at the time!’ Kristen suddenly cried.

‘Kristen?’ Ed asked, instantly realising the doorbell and Kristen hastily grabbing her bag were connected, ‘What’s going on?’

‘Nothing Eddie! I’m just dandy! Just need to head home and,uh…’

‘Think of an excuse for why you’re suddenly rushing out of my apartment?’ Ed deadpanned.

‘Exactly!’ she said brightly, pulling on her coat, ‘I’ll see you in the cafeteria tomorrow as usual breakfast buddy! Bye!’

She opened the front door and swept into the hallway like a tornado. Ed went to the door and was able to overhear a few seconds of barely audible conversation on the other side before he opened it. A young man dressed in a smart black suit was waiting outside, hand raised as if prepared to knock. To his credit, he recovered well.

‘Hello Mr Nygma’, the young man said, ‘My name is Oswald. I believe you’re expecting me?’

Ed, suddenly confronted with Kristen’s latest machination straight out of the 50’s sitcoms she enjoyed, decided he would also attempt a good recovery.

‘I suppose so’, he smiled and opened the door wide, ‘Please, come in’.

Oswald entered the apartment and Ed closed the door behind him.

‘Can I get you something to drink or…?’ Ed began but trailed off when he turned around.

Oswald was undoing his bow tie and licking his lips.

‘No thank you’, he said breathlessly, ‘B-but I would love something to…eat’.

As Oswald approached, hips swaying suggestively, Ed backed up against the door. Not out of fear but utter disbelief. When his supposedly massive intellect failed to provide him with a counter strategy to Oswald advancing on his position, he simply went to the source.

‘What are you doing?’ he asked.

Oswald halted, brow furrowed. Ed relaxed, about to proceed with followup enquiries but Oswald’s confusion did not last long.

‘Oh?’ Oswald said, lustful expression slipping effortlessly back onto his face, ‘Would you prefer things this way?’

He took hold of Ed’s limp hands and fixed them to his shirt. He abruptly pulled his arms apart, causing the shirt to tear open. Ed was begrudgingly impressed that not a single button popped off.

‘Heck yes I would’, Ed bluffed, moving his hands to Oswald’s shoulders.

Oswald’s eyes darted to Ed’s hands and now Ed was sure. Oswald’s demeanour was a front. He didn’t want to be here any more than Ed had been expecting him. But then why was he here by Kristen’s invitation?

‘Then…give it to me. R-right now!’

Ed bit back a laugh. What Oswald had intended as an order had come out sounding more like a child throwing a tantrum. It was oddly endearing how hard he was trying to be someone he wasn’t. Ed could sympathise with the smokescreen.

‘Give it to you?’ Ed asked, ‘Is that what you want? Really?’

‘It’s all I want’, Oswald begged, half-hooded eyelids fluttering, ‘Please, please, give it to me. Please. Please’.

Ed held up a hand to silence the increasingly frantic litany of ‘pleases’. It was time to put them both out of their collective misery.

‘You’re not gonna blink are you?’ Ed sighed.

‘Y-you mean close my eyes?’

‘No. Come on, let’s have some tea. And button your shirt’.

‘I am so embarrassed right now’.

Oswald’s head rose from where it had been resting in his hands to nod gratefully for the mug of tea Ed was offering.

‘Nothing to be embarrassed about’, Ed said reassuringly, pouring milk into his own cup, ‘I really was tempted for a minute. It’s, uh, been a while. I just didn’t realise Kristen knew that. Humbling’.

He cleared his throat as he sat down at the kitchen table, across from Oswald.

‘So what stopped you?’ Oswald asked.

‘How uncomfortable you were’.

Oswald rubbed the back of his head, discomfited. Ed offered him one of the gingerbread cookies as consolation. Oswald took it and dunked it head first. Ed wondered if Kirsten chose all of his prospective romantic partners by comparing how they dunked their cookies compared to her.

‘I’m really sorry for wasting your time’, Oswald sighed.

‘Don’t worry, you’re not. We may as well use the time Kristen paid you for. She saw your ad in the library?’

‘The agency’s got them up all over Gotham U’s campus. Prime recruitment ground’.

‘I never noticed’.

‘Think we’ve established you weren’t looking’.

‘Do you always come on that strong to clients?’

‘Actually, it’s, uh, my first day. I work as a waiter and a friend told me being a sugar baby was a good way to make extra cash’.

‘A what?’

‘You heard the first time’, Oswald sighed, eyes closing resignedly.

‘Like a-’ Ed halted for a second until he found an appropriately polite turn of phrase. ’-‘companion’ for hire?’

‘People hire them…us for all kinds of things’, Oswald shrugged, ‘Your friend Ms Kringle called and said to make you ‘feel special’ so I tried my best’.

‘Not into men?’

Oswald’s fingers drummed on the sides of his cup.

‘Not into anything actually. I thought it would be an advantage. That it would make the ‘hard core’ stuff easier but it didn’t. Not that you’re not aesthetically pleasing!’

‘Thanks’, Ed chuckled, waving a hand to show he was not offended.

‘No, thank you’, Oswald said sincerely, ‘I’ll refund this session when I get home. I don’t think I’m cut out for this line of work’.

‘Why?’ Ed said gently, ‘I’m getting exactly what I needed’.

‘But…we’re just talking’.

‘Kirsten’s an excellent lecturer in Library Sciences, an even better friend (albeit an overconfident matchmaker) but she’s always so busy and we don’t have the same hobbies. That’s great, don’t get me wrong, it’s good that people are different but sometimes I would just like to share my more intimate interests with someone’.

‘I thought this was going too well’, Oswald said with mock apprehension, ‘This is when you show me your sex dungeon, isn’t it?’

Ed burst out laughing. Oswald was proving to be full of surprises.

‘Much more mundane than that’, Ed said, ‘Not that you’ll be disappointed at the lack of one. Do you play video games?’

‘Not many’, Oswald admitted, ‘They’re an expensive habit’.

Ed indicated the piano against the far wall and asked, ‘What about music?’

Oswald sat down and pressed a key with one long finger.

‘My mother taught me but I’m a bit out of practice’.

Ed sat beside him, positioned both hands over the keys and began to play one of the tunes scheduled for the concert that weekend. After only a few notes, Oswald nodded in recognition.

‘I actually know this one’.

‘Jump in whenever you like’, Ed invited.

Oswald obliged immediately and Ed’s jaw dropped at the nimble harmony joining his own. He had never played with anyone before and as Oswald began to softly sing along, he thought he could get used to doing it more often.

‘It’s hard to let it go…’

Oswald trailed off as their fingers brushed against each other. Ed swallowed at the way Oswald’s pale cheeks coloured beneath his glass green eyes. Ed slowly stopped playing, letting the song come to an organic end as Oswald clasped both hands in his lap thoughtfully. It was strange. Oswald was a little older than his university students but sometimes he could seem so vulnerable.

‘You’re not that much out of practice’, Ed said.

‘You teach music?’ Oswald asked.

‘Forensic science. Very different ivories’.

He swelled with pride when the joke got a genuine laugh from Oswald. All it usually got was bemused confusion or ‘dadjoke’ groans from his students. It was so nice to see him relaxed. Ed’s eyes drifted to the tickets resting on top of the piano and, emboldened by how well things were going on this ‘not date’, he made the offer.

‘Do you feel like taking in a concert this weekend?’ Ed asked, ‘It’s the Gotham Symphony. On the clock of course’.

‘You mean it?’

‘I insist on it. Meet me here at six and I’ll include dinner before we head out, sound good?’

Oswald sniffed hard.

‘Dinner and a show sounds great Mr Nygma’, he replied.

‘Please, call me Ed’.

‘The customer’s always right, Ed’.

#nygmobblepot #nygmobblepot ficlet #edward nygma #Oswald Cobblepot #sugar daddy au

[esperata]

Rather than focus on any one story today, I have set about writing openings for several so the hurdle of ‘starting’ is out of the way. Now its just a case of finishing them, which sounds easier (even if the amount of work is practically the same 😂)

Anyway, here’s some snippets.

1. The Van Dahl family name may not have been as prestigious as the Wayne surname but it nevertheless held a great deal of respect. There was certainly no tailor the Wayne family would frequent except the Van Dahl business so in a sense they were synonymous with the first family of Gotham.

2. It started with a drunken evening of exchanged tipsy compliments and uninhibited boastful bragging. Both three sheets to the wind and comfortably relaxed in each others’ company. “But you!” Riddler declared with a flourish. “You. You’re the peak. The pinnacle. You’re an inspiration. And an aspiration. What more could anybody want?” He flung an arm out with exaggerated emphasis to encompass the whole Lounge and by extension Penguin’s empire in Gotham. “Ah!” Oswald waved his own hand in a vaguely circling gesture that could have meant anything. “Someone to share it with my dear friend. Someone to share it with.”

3. Crossing the GCPD bullpen at the heels of Captain Essen Oswin couldn’t help but dart her gaze about, taking in as many details as she could. Her heart was skittering with the possibility that any moment someone would recognise her as Fish Mooney’s protégé, and the whole gig would be up, and if that happened she wanted to have as much intel memorised as possible. Ms Mooney had expended a lot of effort coaching her and pulling strings to get her this appointment. The last thing she wanted was to go back empty handed.

4. It was safe to say that visiting the library was not something Oswald had ever expected he’d be doing. Not in a personal capacity anyway. He’d already done the official Mayoral visit, making some speech about the vital service it offered, and made sure to vacate the area well before any awkward questions could be raised about his own reading. Yet he also hadn’t expected to adopt a ten year old boy.

5. The stage lost a fine actor, even as science lost an acute reasoner, when he became a specialist in crime. Yet E.Nigma had opted to become the world’s first private consulting detective and felt the world was all the better for it. Better anyway than his other inclination to use his great mind for criminal purposes. Really Scotland Yard ought to be thanking him for his decision rather than treating him with barely restrained contempt as he undertook to make up for their incompetence.

6. Gotham City had always relied on its river trade. Being cut off from the rest of the sprawling county by the tidal river made the city residents de facto prisoners of the sea, even if they never spared two thoughts for the water holding them at its mercy. Mostly, that mercy was generously given. The waters rose and fell according to the pull of the moon, the spring tides were never too extreme, and the storms blowing in generally got dampened by other islands further out. Yet the ocean had other evils to inflict than problems of water levels and squalls.

7. The rooftops of Gotham were haunted. Jonathan should know. He was the one haunting them. It was unlikely that he was the only creature of myth in the city, and he’d certainly overheard enough rumours of other terrifying beasts preying on unwary victims, but he was absolutely sure he was the only banshee. There was no way he could have missed hearing another banshee’s cry.

#wips #writing #riddlebird #hattercrow #nygmobblepot #selkie #banshee #gender switch

[swanimagines]

Watch Me

Request: Can you do an Oswald Cobblepot one where I am Jim's sister and I came along with him to penguins nightclub to ask him a favour and he cant stop looking at me and Jim noticed and sternly told him 'dont even think about it' but he tells him Jim cant stop him from doing anything and visits me at the precinct later that day to prove his point (set in season 1)

Fandom: Gotham, Oswald Cobblepot x fem!reader

Warnings: Uhh, none?

A/N: I thought that the reader asks for favor from Oswald, but the requester meant that it’s Jim who asks for that favor (as he does in seasons 1 and 2 but I had forgotten that). I realized it when I had already written most of the shot. I asked if it’s okay if I leave it that way and the requester agreed, so this is somewhat different from the request, I’m really sorry!

Word count: 946

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“You want me to do a favor to you?” Oswald asked, taking a sip from his glass as you had just asked him to do something for you.

“Yes. I want my ex to stop harassing me any longer, I’m growing tired of him whining to take him back, and if that doesn’t work, he threatens me and nothing will stop him - except if someone - uh, more muscular would tell him to leave me alone. Could you do it? I’d owe you one.” You bit your lip, waiting for an answer. Oswald sighed, looking towards your brother for a moment.

“Would your dear brother like that? He’s a cop and I’m a criminal - even though I like your brother, he doesn’t seem to like me that much”, he wondered as he placed his glass on the bar counter and leaned on his hand.

You huffed. “Jim won’t get to tell me what to do. I’m my own person and if I take risks, he can’t do anything about it. Even if taking that risk was a bad idea.”

Oswald chuckled. He had to admit, you were an interesting person - much different what he thought you to be as Jim Gordon’s sister.

“So… if I help you with your ex, you owe me one?” he ensured and you nodded.

“Yep.”

“And what would you be able to offer in return?”

You shrugged. “Pretty much everything, but I would appreciate if you didn’t tell me to give up my organs. But if you want examples, I could run some errands or work at this club - say, for a month. Or I could do some…”

It hadn’t been even five minutes talking to you, and Oswald already found himself admiring you, not hearing what you said. He just leaned on his hand and stared at you - something you don’t see the Penguin usually do.

His dreaming session was soon interrupted though, when Jim grabbed you by your shoulder and pulled you away from Oswald.

"I finished interrogating the witness, it's time for us to leave." Jim sternly growled, giving Oswald a warning glare. "But I would want to ask mr. Cobblepot some questions before leaving, so Y/N, would you just go ahead? I'll be with you soon."

“Uh, sure. It was a pleasure to meet you, mr. Cobblepot.” you responded while smiling at Oswald and his lips slowly quirked to a smile.

“The pleasure was all mine, ms. Gordon.”

Just as you had gone out from the club, Jim stood up to stand before Oswald with a threatening glare.

“Don’t even think about touching Y/N. She’s my sister, and she’s mine to protect. We’re unofficial partners, but you still don’t have the right to pull her with you to your criminal business.”

Oswald didn’t even budge, and he shook his head with a smirk.

“Oh, Jim, Jim, Jim. You can’t stop me from doing anything.”

“Watch me.”

And with that, your brother marched out from the club, leaving a smirking Oswald standing by the bar counter.

But no one tells The Penguin what to do.

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The phone ringed with no pauses, the papers rustled and the criminals howled in their holding cells.

Wouldn’t you love the Gotham City Police Department? You just tried to make yourself comfortable, sitting in a hard, wooden chair, reading a comic book for something to do. While you didn’t like being at the precinct, you knew you wouldn’t get home without Jim - now as you had insisted that you’d get to come to the nightclub with him. And after all, it was just one hour to go.

You didn’t realize someone coming towards you before he was right in front of you, and you lazily lifted your gaze and - to your surprise - met Oswald’s face.

“Mr. Cobblepot! What are you doing here?” you placed your comic book onto your lap and Oswald smiled and leaned to his umbrella.

“I just wanted to let you know that your ex has been taken care of, he won’t bother you any longer.” he told you. A smile spread to your face and you felt extreme relief - no matter how Oswald’s gang had stopped your ex, he got just what he deserved.

“So soon? Great, thank you! So… what do you want me to do?”

“Actually, you don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, but… if you would come for dinner with me, it would bring great joy to me. Would next Saturday be alright with you?” He smiled.

“Oh! Well, I do love food so… it’s a yes.” you answered and Oswald placed a kiss on the back of your hand.

“So, we’ll meet then.”

Oswald turned to leave, and you looked after him for a moment, but then returned back to your comic book, turning to the next page. And just as Oswald was exiting the precinct, someone grabbed his shoulder and forced him to turn around. Bright blue eyes met the slightly darker ones, and Jim grabbed Oswald by his collar, pushing him against the wall.

“I warned you about not meeting Y/N again, or dragging her to any of your illegal activities”, your brother growled, but Oswald just smirked, clearly not feeling threatened at all.

“And I said that you can’t stop me. Oh, dear Jim, you made me see that I have to prove my point to you.” Oswald sighed and Jim let go of him.

“Don’t you dare come near Y/N never again.”

Oswald just grinned wider, leaning to his umbrella and looking Jim straight to the eye, before he let his grin slowly fade away.

“Watch me.”

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[ask-the-doll]

Hi, Ms. Dahl! I've been thinking back to the Iceberg Lounge Gala lately and I realised you're the only Guest there I haven't interacted much since. How have things been for you? -enterthecocoon

" I've been fine, thank you for asking, I suppose I haven't been in touch with some of the other rogues either except for Oswald since the gala."

@enterthecocoon

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