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carousel-of-souls · 2 years

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Art

Gotham

Abner Krill

Alex

Bane: baby with mom

Bane: sitting with Osito

Batgirl suit

Batman handing kid a lollipop

Barbara and Bruce formal wear

Bookworm

Bruce and Dick paparazzi photo

Bruce’s first Halloween/Thomas and Martha in costumes

Catwoman crouching next to cat

Character Design Dump No. 1: Joker, Harley, Selina + Selina in Catwoman outfit, Ivy, Alfred, Jim Gordon, Victor Fries, Jervis, Harvey Dent, Jonathan + Jonathan in Scarecrow outfit, Bruce + Bruce in Batman outfit, Edward, And Oswald + his horse

Character Dump No. 2: Victor Zsasz, Killer Croc/Waylon, Babydoll/Mary, Bane, Harvey Bullock, The Ventriloquist/Arnold + Scarface, Hugo Strange, Barbara Gordon, and Kiteman/Chuck

Character Dump No. 3: Clock King/Temple, Toyman/Winslow, Clayface

Character Dump No. 4: Zatanna, Calendar Man/Julian, Condiment King/Mitchell, Polka Dot Man/Abner

Character Design Dump No. 5: Leslie Thompkins, Cluemaster, Music Meister

Dinah Lance

Ed and Harley in Christmas outfits

Ed and Harley in Harley’s Bathroom + Hyenas

Ed and Harley Valentine’s Outfits

Ed emerald city guard-esque outfit

Ed Poledancing/Practicing

Ed pride outfit

Ed with braids and heart shorts

First Drawing of Oswald

Harley Poncho

Harlivy: At the Beach

Harlivy Pride Outfits

Harvey 2/2/22 drawing

Hattercrow: in work clothes and pjs

Hattercrow server emotes

Iceberg Lounge Uniforms

Ivy’s Bed + pet alligator Princess

Ivy’s Physical Healing Process

Ivy’s unfinished comic

Jason Todd

Jervis eating cookie

Jervis’ Hallucinations When Unmedicated Vs Reality

Jervis holding piglet

Jervis in bathing suit

Jervis in lingerie

Jervis in mushroom outfit

Jervis in ToonTopaz birthday drawing

Jervis with ToonTopaz’s Jervis

Joker: Loud outfit

Joker Naked

Joker: sad night in

Jon Arkham escape

Jon in lingerie

Jon updated hair

Martín

Mary and Waylon on date

Maxine Kris

Mr Freeze Without Suit/Mutation Visible

Oswald at 19-20 years old

Oswald’s carriage

Oswald’s Crew + King Shark design debut and Zsasz design update

Oswald Drinking Soda

Oswald in Pjs

Oswald Lucifer statue inspired drawing

Oswald’s mom in performance attire

Oswald’s parents Herold and Violette

Parent Drawings: Selina, Harley, Ivy, Ed, and Jervis

Philip Reardon/Ten Eyed Man

Riddlebird: Dancing together

Riddlebird: Ed in Oswald’s sweater

Riddlebird: Ghost tour

Riddlebird + Martín

Riddlebird: Oswald watching Ed dancing

Riddlebird Young Frankenstein Costumes

Robin/Dick Grayson + Dick Out of Costume

Selina in dress with cape and smoking

Unfinished Iceberg Lounge

Metropolis and Smallville

Bizarro

Character Dump No.1: Jon and Martha Kent, Lex and Mercy, Livewire, and Mr. Mxyzptlk

Clark Kent/Superman

Clark Shirtless

Jimmy Olsen

Lois and Clark “He asked for no pickles“

Digital Visualizers & Recreations

Ed and Harley’s Apartment

Ed and Harley’s Apartment (updated)

Jon and Jervis’ house

Iceberg Lounge

Kent Farm

Lois and Clark’s Apartment

Mr. Freeze Lair

Oswald’s Horses

Oswald’s House

Selina’s Apartment

Selina’s Apartment (updated)

#au info

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thedreammweaver · 3 years

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The Talk (Gotham New Orleans, kid!Oswald)

Warnings: racism, discussion of police brutality

Oswald swung his legs as he sat on his parents’ bed as they sat in silence for a moment trying to get their thoughts in order. Oswald’s father cleared his throat “Do you remember what we told you to do if you get stopped by police?”

The seven year old thought for a moment “Je leur montre mes mains et-“

“Say it in English, you have to be able to communicate with them.” Herold corrected.

Oswald pouted, not liking the seriousness from his usually goofy father “I show them my...these..” he said referring to his hands, forgetting the English word as he felt under pressure “and stay quiet.”

Oswald’s mother looked proud that he remembered, it was a very heartbroken pride.

“Yes, that’s right, but we need to talk more about that.” Herold sighed “Do you remember when that policeman got on top of me?”

“He made your arm cracked..”

“Yes, he did..” Herold glanced at the old cast sticking out of an open chest in their tent, he’d kept it for the pictures his wife and son had drawn on it “Something like that could happen to you one day and we want to make sure you get through it as alright as possible, okay?”

“Okay...”

“What do you think you should do if a policeman starts to get aggressive with you?”

“Run away?”

“That’s a good guess, but don’t ever do that, you could get hurt that way. Just do what they say, lower your voice, get on the ground if they tell you, and try not to look threatening or scary.”

Oswald paused, his father was the least threatening person he knew and he’d still been hurt even after doing all those things. After a second of lip quivering Oswald started bawling, clambering over into his mother’s lap.

“No more tonight, Herold. He’s only a baby.” Violette said as she coddled the wailing child in her arms.

“He needs to learn.”

“He needs a rest right now.”

Herold went to leave but paused as he opened the tent “It’s either we teach him or they do.”

Violette gave him a stern look which made him leave for the time being. She turned her attention back to Oswald who was cuddled into her chest, using part of one of his flippers as a pacifier.

She rocked him and sang to him and soon he was asleep, still cuddled against her bosom as she stood up to lay him on the bed and tuck him in, wishing desperately she could keep her little penguin safe forever.

#oswald cobblepot #the penguin #gotham new orleans

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the-cricket-chirps · 4 months

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Victor Brauner, Jacques Hérold, Violette Hérold, Yves Tanguy and Raoul Ubac

Untitled "Cadavre exquis" ("Exquisite Corpse”)

1938

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thedreammweaver · 3 years

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Gotham New Orleans Backstory Infodump: Oswald

Warnings: racism, hate crimes, hate groups, blood, grief, murder, ptsd

Oswald was born to two French freakshow performers. A woman named Violette with syndactyly with heat sensitivity due to that and a man with Marfan syndrome named Herold. They didn’t originally have last names but Violette made Cobblepot out of a rude nickname she was called as a child for her weight during the time she was in an orphanage, “pot de pavés” her caregivers comparing carrying her to lugging around a pot of cobblestones. Oswald was born in Paris as the circus was touring around Europe for most of the time Violette was pregnant with him but soon after that they went over to America and ended up in the South/Deep South a lot of the time.

The only animals the circus had were two horses (the carriages/trailers were pulled by cars so the horses weren’t used for that) four dogs and six Humboldt penguins dubiously acquired from an aquarium going out of business. Some of the owners tried to add more dangerous animals over the years but the performers always pushed back on that, especially Violette, as they’d seen how bad it went when you tried to make wild things bigger than you do tricks.

Oswald’s father was billed as a living skeleton, he painted himself to look like one during performances where he did sword and flame swallowing. Oswald’s mother was billed as a mermaid, mostly spending the day in a tank wearing a brightly coloured wig and tail with penguins in the tank as well. Since she was sitting a lot she could still preform while pregnant with Oswald and with the water and ice she could cope on hot days. The freakshow/circus, called Les Trois Lions, went through a few bad owners and it definitely wasn’t perfect for everyone there, but was better than some other freakshow conditions. Oswald’s parents adored him, his mother being the first one to call him penguin.

When he was two and the show was traveling through the Deep South as it usually did, klan members invaded the camp after having threatened the circus a few times. All Oswald remembers from that night was fire and hiding behind a turned over table while his mother had her hands over his ears, whispering prayers to herself.

When Oswald was three he snuck away during a show and managed to climb up on a carriage and take a tumble hard enough to break his right leg which didn’t heal right as no doctors in the area the show was in at the time would attend to him.

During Oswald’s childhood his parents made a point to not put him on stage unless he wanted to be up there and only for a few seconds at a time.

Growing up there were a few more occasions where Les Trois Lions was threatened by locals and more klan members. He witnessed his father get desperate, trying and failing to get help from police a few times, especially in the more southern areas. He watched his dad get asked things like “Are you talking back to me?” While simply trying to explain the threatening behaviour of locals. Of course most police officers wouldn’t listen to outsider ‘freaks’ over locals and they were generally no help.

In his early adolescence it was clear Oswald was inherting his father’s height and was starting to look imposing to others. Oswald’s parents knew he would be seen as extra threatening so they cautioned him to never raise his voice or show any anger or fight back in general.

Due to heart issues and muscular dystrophy because of his condition Oswald’s father decided they should retire from the circus. His parents ended up owning a small restaurant near Gotham that had an upper level that they lived in.

When Oswald was freshly 15 he was almost lynched. His father came and saved him. The three men that did it broke his bad leg and at this point his parents didn’t trust doctors to help and it wasn’t treated, the malunion got worse going from him having a minor limp to a very pronounced one. Oswald has an intense trauma response with any choking sensation or anything around his neck because of the experience and it contributes to an anxiety with crowds and specifically grocery stores he developed over time.

They got a bit of trouble from locals every now and then but things there were mostly happy for the rest of Oswald’s teenage years.

One night Oswald, who is 20 at this time, is closing up for the night downstairs and a burglar comes in who is in a mask and significantly smaller than Oswald. Oswald could’ve easily over powered him but he’d been told so much not to get aggressive so he didn’t do anything thinking if he acted submissive as he usually did things would be alright. The burglar said to him “Just stay down and we won’t have any problems, big guy.” before going upstairs. Both of his parents ended up being shot dead that night by the burglar who escaped.

When Oswald went to the police they did nothing, he spent most of those days not eating or sleeping and wandering around in an indescribable depression.

Usually he would avoid backroads at night but he wasn’t thinking straight and ended up wandering down one which resulted in him being abducted by a group of three mostly inebriated men who intended to kill him. They had given his parents and the restaurant trouble before. They were beating him up and taunting him while calling him slurs and a freak. At this point he stopped trying to control his temper and slaughtered them.

The next day there was more investigation into the murder of these men than there was into the death of Oswald’s parents which fully propelled him to spiral into becoming The Penguin.

He wanted to be with the circus again because it was familiar to him but when he tracked it down in France he found that all the members had either died or moved on.

Oswald was still in search of companionship and revenge. On his way back to Gotham from France he encountered the first of a few of his employ. Oswald has a habit of going around the hospital and paying random people’s bills which is where he met a couple of his other companions. A list will be after some more details.

Upon returning, Oswald ended up moving into a farmhouse house that was built in the 60s almost an hour out of Gotham that he expanded into a mansion of sorts.

Oswald still has penguins, they live under the Iceberg Lounge which doubles as Mr. Freeze’s lair. He has two bull sharks that live in the lounge as well, one of the walls being turned into an aquarium wall. The sharks are called Odile and Odette. When Oswald purchased the lounge he also bought the empty building next to it which is where the rest of the tank is. Oswald uses that empty-ish building for some of his bloodier business, like torturing people for info on his parents’ killer. King Shark has a bedroom there.

In Oswald’s early years as a criminal due to his adoption of his father’s skeletal aesthetics and his appearance a lot of people were under the impression that he was a demon, his tendency to not fully show his face during these days didn’t help. Oswald was active for a year and a half as Penguin before Batman became fully Batman. At first Oswald wanted Batman to join the rogues, he was very respectful with his proposals but once Batman didn’t return that respect Oswald’s mercy and patience ran out, his addressing of Batman as “Sir” turning to “Boy”. He has presently been Penguin for over 10 years.

Oswald is demiromantic and greysexual, he’d never been in a relationship before, he wasn’t looking for one but once he got very close to Ed he found it impossible to not give into falling for him.

Oswald eventually tracked down the murderer of his parents, Josh Witting, and killed him in his parents’ old restaurant. He put Josh’s body on the pike in front of his house just as he planned.

Some Additional Details:

Violette’s favourite animal was elephants so Oswald likes little trinkets and things of them.

Details on his crew

He’s 6’8

His voice sounds pretty much exactly like William Marsh in the 1972 film Blacula. Touches of French slip into his accent out now and then. He can yell loud enough to make windows shake.

He only travels by horse drawn carriage as cars make him feel sick and don’t usually accommodate him.

He uses weaponized umbrellas but has also been known to use a heavy chain as a whip. Sometimes he uses his fathers old swords.

Flirtatious remarks usually go over his head.

His parents used to sing Good Old Summertime to him a lot. His father had a habit to sing but especially sang the song Sweet Violets to Oswald’s mother.

When his crew is doing crimes with him/running errands for him, like going to the grocery store since his anxiety is too intense to go himself, they wear a plague doctor costume altered to fit some of Ozzie’s aesthetics (purple trim, skeleton motifs, etc.) King Shark and Zsasz don’t have this uniform though.

He plays the pipe organ.

He rides a clydesdale that he paints to look like a skeleton. He has four other clydesdales.

To cope with the death of his parents he started collecting and fixing antique toys, one of the rooms in his house overflowing with them.

Even though he has a cell phone he likes calling Edward on his very old phone in his house cause he likes the aesthetic and thinks it’s romantic.

#oswald cobblepot #the penguin #gotham New Orleans #infodump

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thedreammweaver · 3 years

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Only Broken On The Outside (Gotham New Orleans, toddler!Oswald)

Warnings: broken bone, racism, racist slur, intense injury, blood tw

Oswald felt satisfied as he’d managed to find his way out of his stroller. It was a busy day and everyone was either performing or preparing things performances so no one noticed the toddler waddling through the grass on the outskirts of the camp.

He was babbling to himself as he approached one of the wagons. On top of it was a big duck, carved from wood. It was bright yellow like the rubber one his mother used to play with him. He started making happy quacking noises as he recognized the animal. He moved over to the side where there was a ladder as the duck was still being painted in some areas. It didn’t take him long to figure out how to climb it and soon he was on top of the wagon. He clumsily ran over to the duck and jumped onto its back, making quacking noises as he hugged it. His mood was soon dampened, however. As he looked to his side there was a frog on top of the wagon as well, staring at him. The only time he’d seen frogs were the dead ones his father caught and cooked, seeing a live one was a bit frightening. “Shoo..” he whined, quietly. The frog didn’t listen, it stayed put. Without thinking too much Oswald had started moving away from the animal, sliding off of the duck and onto the surface of the wagon until there was no wagon left and he was falling.

Violette brought her head out of the ice water she’d dunked it in. She was very glad to be done performing for the afternoon. She toweled her hair off as she walked back to the tent where she’d left Oswald in his stroller with plenty of toys and crackers within reach in case he got hungry. Her heart stopped as she entered the tent only to see an empty stroller, one of the straps had been chewed through. She tried not to panic as she left the tent and looked around, the grass was a bit damp and she could see tiny footprints in it leading away from the camp.

Violette was sure she’d find Oswald just playing somewhere he wasn’t meant to, safe and sound. That hopefulness fell away as soon as she heard crying. She broke into a run towards the noise and slid on the ground next to Oswald as soon as she spotted him. He was in hysterics but she couldn’t see anything wrong. She saw nothing else to do but start disrobing him, they always put him in shoes and tights and bloomers and ruffled dresses to confuse him enough so he wouldn’t able to get his diapers off. He started screeching more and trying to hit her away as she worked at getting his shoes, tights, and bloomers off, she didn’t even have to continue removing his clothing to see why. The lower part of his right leg was swollen and hot to the touch, more alarming was the bone threatening to burst through his skin. She picked him up as gently as she could which still made him scream. She thought about telling Herold but he was in the middle of an act right now. They were saving up to get Oswald immunized, Violette had seen so many children and babies die in their community from the living conditions as well as birth defects passed on from their parents. She wanted Oswald to have a fighting chance at least, everytime he’d been sick so far she feared it would be his last. They would no doubt need a fair amount of money to bribe any doctor in the areas they’d been traveling through to do it. No, she couldn’t afford to interrupt her husband even for this.

Violette struggled against the heat she’d been enduring to walk all the way to the nearest town. Oswald’s shifting had caused the broken bone to break through the skin of his leg and he was now bleeding, he’d passed out shortly after that happened so at least he wasn’t screaming anymore. Violette hated being out during the day, she could feel the stares on her but they didn’t matter right now. She finally located the doctor’s office in the small town. She went up to the building and knocked, soon the doctor answered the door.

“Could you please help-“

“What makes you think I would waste any of my supplies on you circus people?” The man interrupted. “If it were up to me I’d let that kid bleed out, give us one less nigger to deal with. You have about five seconds to get off my stoop before I call the police.” He said slamming the door in her face. That was a response she’d gotten familiar with as the circus travelled through the south. She looked down at Oswald as she turned away from the place for the walk home, before she could get too far there was a bottle hurled at her from a car passing along with more hateful terms. It hit the wall next to her but as she shielded Oswald some of the shards embedded themselves in her shoulder.

It was late when Violette got back, Oswald was still asleep as she entered their tent. Herold had been alarmed and frustrated at not being told but quickly went into problem solving mode while Violette tended to her own wounds where the glass hit her shoulder. Herold tried to reset Oswald’s leg the best he could, cleaning the wound with alcohol which woke Oswald up and made him start crying again. His throat was raw as he sobbed through his father stitching up his leg and fashioning a splint for it. Violette interjected with a pointed clearing of her throat when she saw Herold about to bring the bottle of whiskey he’d used to clean Oswald’s leg to Oswald’s mouth. “Hmm?” He asked putting the bottle down “C'est ainsi que mon père m'a fait dormir.”

“Je connais un meilleur moyen.” She said, rolling her eyes and coming over to pick Oswald up. She moved to unbutton the top of her dress as she sat on the bed while Herold started cleaning up. Not knowing anything about motherhood before having Oswald she didn’t know that still breastfeeding a three year old wasn’t usually done. She was content to do it until Oswald became disinterested which would probably be soon. It was still the best way she knew to put him to sleep. He soon found his place and was on his way to a restful night despite the pain in his leg. Thanks to his parents he felt safe now, from frogs at least.

#oswald cobblepot #the penguin #gotham new orleans

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