pngun

[pngun]

an independent WINTER ANDERSON of AMERICAN HORROR STORY :: CULT. 

❝ The though of caring for anyone makes me want to scream. ❞

penned by  ▓ G H O S T.

#⋨ Yᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴇᴇ ᴀ ɢʜᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ ⋩ - Sᴇʟғ-Pʀᴏᴍᴏ

[pngun]

an  independent  FANDOMLESS  CHARACTER.

❝  Beware  of  false  prophets,  who  come  to  you  in  sheep’s  clothing  but  inwardly  are  ravenous  wolves.  ❞

penned  by    ▓  G  H  O  S  T.  

#⋨ Yᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴇᴇ ᴀ ɢʜᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ ⋩ - Sᴇʟғ-Pʀᴏᴍᴏ

[pngun]

an    independent    FANDOMLESS    CHARACTER.

“The  guidance  of  the  morning  stars  will  lead  the  way  into  the  void.”    

penned    by    ::    G  H  O  S  T.

#⋨ Yᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴇᴇ ᴀ ɢʜᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ ⋩ - Sᴇʟғ-Pʀᴏᴍᴏ

[pngun]

hmmm. . .probably coming back bc The Batman has awoken something in me.

#⋨ Eᴍʙʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ Pᴇɴɢᴜɪɴ ⋩ - ᴏᴏᴄ #probably gonna redo some stuff tho #and drop all drafts #empty inbox #im running other blogs so this may b #loooow activity #for now I work on my multi #but you can find me @ #dreadfulnanny #idolshepherd #and #eviltranscends #muah muah

[pngun]

sometime i miss writing. . .

#⋨ Eᴍʙʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ Pᴇɴɢᴜɪɴ ⋩ - ᴏᴏᴄ #but then i look at everything around me and just #how #plus i dont really talk to anyone so #:T #mayb ill think abt making some rando blog #me no know

[pngun]

Oswald takes in a short hum, his head nodding simply in agreement on the topic of taking in the fairy blues. He knows they'd taken care of, like all the others and perhaps that'd be enough to get a few more years of life out of them. Death was a tragic thing when it came to his pets, and each takes him back to a place left in the dark many years ago; His childhood, the death of his mother, his seventeenth birthday. He sat at her bedside as she slowly faded away, and he remembers how that door opened, how he ran to them---how weak he was, how. . .naïve to have trust in something like a family. Oswald distinctly recalls the face of his father and step-brother when they made sense of his blubbering, and once they had, they soon began to target him. After all, it had only been four years since his step-sister went missing---what if he had killed her too? Far as the Kingpin has come, he remembers that day like it was yesterday, it was the last time he felt the warmth of love. A frigid weight placed on his shoulders, and yet never once did he give up, he was strong and he worked for everything in his life. He believes his mother would be proud, and all he wishes is that she was here with him so that he could give her the world.

"----Hm?" Oswald blinks, snapping out of a daze as he hears the siren whisper. It brings him back, though he recovers fairly quickly, a smile pulling at his lips as he stands in place watching Harley react to the penthouse. It was always amusing to watch people see the things he owned. If it wasn't guns or property, it was his interior design---the man had an eye for detail, one that had him making millions just by the clubs he worked hard to open. Fingertips meet in front of his frame, his glaciers hues drifting to look over the artwork hung on the walls as he followed behind her towards the kitchen, once she stops, he does the same, his eyes drifting to look back towards the harlequin as she approaches him. The thing that catches him off guard is her offering him a hug, perhaps the first warm gentle touch he had in many long years.

It's the tremble in her tone that causes him to lean a bit closer, his arms moving to wrap around her upper waist. For him. . .it's more than just a tremble, more than a simple thank you, it was. . .true gratitude, plain and simple. He feels that his actions have helped her, and it's obvious Harley had just become aware of how well he takes care of the people he enjoys spending time around.  The physical touch is something foreign to him and it shows by how he stands rigid. Though he is unsure, he still looks at her with a calm gaze, one that showed that he was comfortable.

"---You deserve the world after what you have been through." After he says it, he wonders if it's appropriate, and such shows in the way he pulls his brows together, "I do mean that from the bottom of my heart. Your. . .suffering has been painfully obvious to me. I know what it's like to lose everything, and I know it's even harder to find even footing when everyone wants you dead and if that isn't enough, there is heartache and pain and though you look for someone, you never quite find them in the swells. Understand, I do wish the best for you---I want to give you a chance to succeed and. . .I want you to take what you deserve from those who never let your light shine---I. . .I see your worth, far more than he ever could." There’s a desire to kiss the harlequin, but he doesn’t dare make such a move. He isn’t sure how the siren feels towards him, so he stands his ground, burying his desire. “I hope you believe me when I say that. I know the two of us can take him down---possibly even quicker than the bat. Least I know we will actually seal his FATE.”

#hrlyqn #⋨ Nᴏ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ ᴏʀ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ ɪs ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ⋩ - Tʜʀᴇᴀᴅs #⋨ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ? ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋs. ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ɢᴇᴛs ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇᴅ. ⋩ #[ me: sees you respond ] #[ also me: drops everything to respond ]

[pngun]

🐧

#⋨ Eᴍʙʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ Pᴇɴɢᴜɪɴ ⋩ - ᴏᴏᴄ #As I have previously mentioned #im moving ! #that's why im not on! #i am hoping to be fully moved in by wednesday but we shall see how that goes xD #either way #i will be active when i get settled in bc #all ive been doing is working and packing #muah muah

[pngun]

@whatanenigma​  ♥’s this for a starter.

Casual----It was all supposed to be casual and yet still he stands, adjusting silverware on account of not finding the placement ideal---least this time he managed to stay calm over such particular things instead of yelling at one of his many employees. It was a nearly a nightly ritual of his, but tonight nothing could go awry. He was to see an old friend and he was far more concerned on how to act----how to dress. It was a dilemma that seemed rather simple to his bodyguards, and truthfully the pair had found more interest blowing bubbles from gum rather than the trivial state the short male had been in. It was simple to the more vocal of the two; wear what ‘you’ feel best in for the occasion and such words left the Kingpin in a black turtleneck with tight black slacks. The shoes for the occasion are a bit more flashy----a pair of Giuseppe Zanotti loafers that were vinyl in material instead of suede, on his hands he wears custom red leather gloves. 

The place for the meeting was at The Coop De Dahl, a private aviary that Oswald had opened up for his own private collection, a place very little people had known about. He figure’s it’s private enough for them to lower their guards----perhaps more for himself than for Ed. Even with the variety of feathered beasts, it was safer. They were handled and trained extremely well to know that if Oswald had company they were to stay in their trees and listen. Some of them taught to do so just to repeat things if needed in the future. Even though the brunette had been someone he trusted, it was still to an extent that was birthed by his own insecurity.  

The moment he see’s the elevator light go on, he stiffens up, hands meeting at his center as he takes a deep breath in. As the breath is released glaciers drift to stare at the odd pair of women before he nods them off to leave. The Kabuki twins stand and exit the room into a kitchen where they made final preparations before serving---after all he didn’t trust many to serve the pair food and not run their mouth about what they heard. Oswald stands idle, waiting to see the brunette he hadn’t seen in quite a long time and though anxieties had been present he remains hopeful. Tonight would be the deciding factor on where he opened his newest club, The Birdcage. 

#whatanenigma #⋨ Nᴏ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ ᴏʀ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ ɪs ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ⋩ - Tʜʀᴇᴀᴅs #⋨ ᴘᴇɴɢᴜɪɴs ᴛʜʀɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀs ⋩ - s6x001

[pngun]

Fear did little to capture the hearts of men, in fact only HOPE could do that. The Kingpin knows it with certainty, so why not offer it up on a silver platter? Everyone under his rule was well cared for----granted he was ruthless but he had proven himself to many, so many stood by his side. . .if not for the money, for the safety. . .for the respect and in their eyes they had been worth SOMETHING just by being by his side. Though, Oswald’s heart only held the space for one, and she had past long ago. Only greed fed the Penguin, and all he cared for was getting what he deserved, and that in it’s entirety was a tyrannical rule over Gotham City. One stood in his way and the Kingpin longed for the day that he would fall. It was inevitable----he couldn’t eradicate the toxicity of Gotham without taking out all of those that swam against the tide and there were far more than anyone had known. . .all save for our feathered fiend.

“A deal?” Curiosity is ushered in, a smile pulling slowly as gloved hands tighten around a umbrella’s cane handle, his head canting. “What could you offer a man who has everything?” A genuine question, one not laced in venom, but with firm interest. “Why should I trust a strange woman I have just grown acquainted with? Surely you can offer me more.” A wall of paranoia  is built around the kingpin, one birthed by betrayal that had been stretched throughout the ages. Way he figures, its better to see all the pieces on the table before fully committing and thus far all she had done was offer a compliment.  “----What is your name?”

#atrcpain #⋨ Nᴏ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ ᴏʀ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ ɪs ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ⋩ - Tʜʀᴇᴀᴅs #⋨ ᴘᴇɴɢᴜɪɴs ᴛʜʀɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀs ⋩ - s6x001

[pngun]

#⋨ Kɪɴɢ ᴏғ Gᴏᴛʜᴀᴍ ⋩ - Vɪsᴀɢᴇ

[pngun]

🐧

#ooc mobile #so i found a place to move #should be settled in there on the first if everything goes accordingly #activity might be a little funky till then #but i do plan on being around to do some stuff when i have time!

[pngun]

It wouldn’t be the first, nor the last time that he found himself behind a barrel of a gun and though its not something new, it isn’t something he finds easy to explain. It was embarrassing to say in the least----to be in such a vulnerable situation with a man that he hadn’t really known. Alas, things like this happen---it’s a cruel reality of the life they live, and at every moment there was a chance of death. Such thoughts travel in and out of his mind, that it was a mistake, that things weren’t supposed to get this bad and yet here he was, pouring blood over a sofa that possibly cost the same as a new car.  Glaciers move slowly, trailing back to Roman, a look of near uncertainty as he struggles to focus his vision---everything had been fairly blurry, possibly from how long he had been bleeding. He was lucky he had been so close, if he wasn’t, it’d surely be the end.

“----Funny. . .” Oswald speaks in a hoarse tone as he begins to lay down, attempting to find some form of comfort and once he does there is a gentle sigh as his eyes relax to half-mast. Much as he detests the thought of getting a bullet removed, it’s obvious he has no option so why be dramatic about it? “If you---must know I was swatted at the Iceberg Lounge. It all happened so fast that I. . .” Brows furrow, a soft breath leaving his lips, “I can’t really recall. All I know, one moment things were fine and we were closing up for the night and SWAT moved in. One of my men got me out and you just happened to be close----Sorry for imposing.” A weak smile manages to crack, one followed up with a soft grunt of displeasure. “Guess I owe you one, huh?”

#seonis #⋨ Nᴏ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ ᴏʀ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ ɪs ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ⋩ - Tʜʀᴇᴀᴅs #⋨ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴏɴʟʏ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ. ⋩ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴅɪᴠᴇʀɢᴇɴᴛ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ

[pngun]

  Oswald’s declaration is snuffed out as the brunette speaks----it’s rigid, cold and makes the raven-haired male’s heart sink just a bit more in his chest, though the expression etched on his sharp features is blank----numb. It’s what he deserved for acting so reckless and though he knows it, he doesn’t grasp the full extent. It’s the nickname that causes his head to cant, a look of annoyance already spreading across his visage as a sharp breath is taken in---a clear precursor for what he knows is coming. It’s be easy to get riled up and respond with rage and though it oh so tempting, he doesn’t. instead the grasp against his umbrella tightens, a scoff following suit. 

“You did, but I will recover. It was simply a misstep on my part.” It’s more than that, and he knows it, but perhaps that was his own lure to get the other riled up. “I have learned what having such feelings will result in----It’s never been easy for someone like me, least I didn’t wind up murdering my own girlfriend.” A breath escapes as he moves the cane to his center, one hand resting over the other casually, his icy hues rolling slowly, “I gave you plenty but clearly it wasn’t enough for you. You were never a toy, in fact I SAW you as an equal, even back then but you ran into the arms of a hussy. The rest is simply history. Consider it a mercy. You think you really would of adopted to a NORMAL life after all the things you’ve done?”

#theednygma #⋨ Nᴏ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ ᴏʀ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ ɪs ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ⋩ - Tʜʀᴇᴀᴅs #⋨ Bᴜʟʟᴇᴛs ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ. ⋩ - Sᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ #[ i had to respond to this ] #[ ik its old but ope ] #[ also deeply sighs at os ]

[pngun]

              ＷＨＥＲＥ   ＴＨＥＲＥ’Ｓ   ＦＩＲＥ ,   ＴＨＥＲＥ’Ｓ   ＦＩＲＥ .

indie   ;   canon - div .   𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝙺 / 𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙸𝚂 from  DC  COMICS

                               && . i ’ ve got all the   𝐆 𝐀 𝐒 𝐎 𝐋 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 .

#⋨ Tᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀɪᴏᴜs ⋩ - Pʀᴏᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴs #we love #u w u

[pngun]

Starter Call :: Selective, length is subjective as is verse though I admit I’m leaning away from Gotham canon (Meaning more DC, Canon Div. or BOP focused) but I may still do stuff for Gotham canon. Specify verse if you have one in mind. 

#⋨ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀᴛʜ ⋩ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ

[pngun]

“Many are ‘in it to win it’, but not many will die for such a noble cause Ms. Quinn. They are afraid of him----so much so they cower in silence, breaking their own rules to stay on his good side. Frankly, I dare the bastard to come after me. , ,I dare for him to even step foot in my territory----” He feels blood boiling but a deep inhale remedies it, “This moment forwards I will trust in you and your words, as I expect you trust me and my intentions in this. I assure you I have revenge on the mind and that dance is rather boring when only two take to the spotlight.”

It’s strange----much as he has been conditioned to distrust nearly everyone that crosses his path, he finds solace in the siren’s words and they even managed to ease the uncertainty that flowed through his veins. Still, there’s a lingering thought of what could possibly happen if the woman had been dishonest. The two of them had never excatly been close, in fact quite the opposite on account of the deeds her and Joker had committed that stalled certain business endeavors of his. . .and even then, he never thought of her the same, in fact he perhaps felt a bit bad for the Harlequin. To him, the Joker created someone out of manipulation, forced the blonde through a horrid lifestyle all because he knew the woman loved him and she, being so lost in the dark clung to him. Shame she had picked the wrong man----but that was a thought for another time, now wasn’t it?

The sound of the steel door opening causes glaciers to lift, a look of uncertainty as he follows Harley out through the back door. He’d be sure she got in the car before getting in himself, resting against the back seat of the limo, arms stretch against the top of the seat as he crosses his legs, his eyes focused solely on Harley whom sat across from him as the car begins it’s trek to the penthouse. She questions of the Fairy blue, something that nearly warrants a smile, yet is instead expressed with a nod of the head.

“They are, least in the right lighting.  They are mostly known as the ‘little penguin’---seeing as they only grow an average of thirty-three centimetres. They are the smallest, and I found a trader in New Zealand that is willing to sell them to me. . .the only thing that worries me is their lifespan which is averaging around six year which. . .isn’t excatly a lot of time. It’s a bit of a toss up----getting the penguins I desire only to have them pass in a short amount of time after I grow attached, the other option being just to admire them from afar and that seems a little less heartbreaking in my eyes.” Oswald finds himself rambling about the penguins, his eyes drifting to look out the window at the passing city life of Gotham.  The trip is rather quick on account of the time of day, and when they arrive he ushers her inside a larger building to an elevator past the main foyer. A black gloved hand reaches out, pressing the button so that he can call the elevator. “Tell me, what would you do in such a circumstance?” Icy hues slowly drift back to her as he waits for the elevator to meet their floor and once it does, he extends an arm for her to enter, only to follow suit. No matter the response, Oswald finds himself growing quiet, thinking over what to do about the Fairy Blue’s. 

. “Now. . .” Silence is eventually broken on the slow vertical trek, “This building is primarily used as a home for those under my employ---” Free living in a modern apartment with a paycheck and healthcare. Perhaps once he wasn’t so giving but various circumstances led him to doing so for assured loyalty. “Bodyguards, zoologists---just about anything you need. There will be a phone-book of numbers should you need them. I told them to leave it in the kitchen on the counter for you, it has my private number as well should you need anything from me.” Once more he looks over towards her, his brows furrowing slightly, “And I mean anything, that includes money or company if that is what you desire.” He looks away, briskly inhaling, “The pass code to exit---” A sharp ding when the reach the floor, “Is 1978, and before you ask, the code is in relation to the first assassination of Georgi Markov. it’s most because of the Bulgarian Umbrella you see---it was the first documented assassination that had an umbrella as the murder weapon though---I tend to think my weaponized umbrella’s are far nicer, though I do favor a Bulgarian Umbrella when dealing with certain folk, ricin is a very easy way to assure someone’s demise without being the primary culprit.”

#hrlyqn #⋨ Nᴏ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ ᴏʀ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ ɪs ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ⋩ - Tʜʀᴇᴀᴅs #⋨ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ? ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋs. ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ɢᴇᴛs ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇᴅ. ⋩ B.O.P Verse #[ him not knowing what to say so he rambles abt a bunch of stuff shdfkjhf os pls ]

[pngun]

War. . .That’s EXACTLY what he had been preparing for, what he always was prepared for. Money, power---- and when someone had even the TINIEST amount the rats would kill for just the SCRAPS, and he at one point was NO different (it’s why he knows). . .but much time had passed since then, and because of that he sits on a perch high in Gotham, enjoying the fruits of labor he had fought his entire life for. Perhaps he’d die one day because of who he was, but he welcomed the challenge. Many had tried, and many had failed----sometimes just out of dumb luck !  Far as he’s concerned, someone is on his side so why bow down and run? Never once he was a coward, nor would dare to stoop to that level anytime soon. Even with the Bat, he still ran his Empire with a iron fist refusing to falter. 

“-----No.” A sharp retort, his head tilting up as he begins pacing, fingertips meeting in his front, “I have clawed my way to the top, and if it was anyone else in my spot there would be pure lunacy running rampant all throughout Gotham, least with me in control of my own territory things are safe SOMEWHERE.” It was perhaps something a martyr would say, but perhaps somewhere deep in that tainted heart, he held empathy for something. “---I’ve tried forgetting about what has strung me along, changing for the better, but it was a waste of time. This world will eat you whole if you let it. Personally, it’d never for a minute allow my guard to drop, doing such would result with a knife in the back. My empire is both my gift and curse, one I am married to until I take my final breath.”

#atrcpain #⋨ Nᴏ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ ᴏʀ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ ɪs ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ⋩ - Tʜʀᴇᴀᴅs #⋨ ᴘᴇɴɢᴜɪɴs ᴛʜʀɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀs ⋩ - s6x001 #[ Os being nice and then just >:( ]