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Edward Nygma
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🔞– 17
🎂– July 21
🗓️– Leo
📏– 5’7”
⚖️– 125.2 lbs
🧬– Male
🪪– Cis male (he/him)
💏– who tf knows? (not him that's fs)
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💇– Deep brown, wavy-ish??
👁️– Brown
💅– Medium-light golden
🪥– Gap between front teeth (braces)
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🫶🫶🫶
–riddles
–jokes
– oswald chesterfield cobblepot
–school/projects
–science (mostly forensics)
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🙅🙅🙅
–being called names
–being alone
–crowds
–loud noises
–his dad >:(
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🧠🧠🧠
–awkward
–really sweet
–anxious 24/7
–stubborn asf
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🗣️
–Edward/Ed - 👍
–Eddie - 💗 (oswald only)
–Riddle Man or Eddie Weddie - 😝 (victor only)
– Any rude name - 😞 (#real #canon)
Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot
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🔞– 17
🎂– July 26
🗓️– Leo
📏– 5’6”
⚖️– 146.6 lbs
🧬– Male
🪪– Cis male (he/him)
💏– Gay/mlm
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💇– Blonde, black (died), spiky
👁️– Green
💅– Light almond
🪥– A little crooked
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🫶🫶🫶
– emo/punk bands
– his mother’s goulash!!!!!
– sleep
– alone time
– my immortal fanfic by XXXbloodyrists666XXX 💀💀💀
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🙅🙅🙅
– being awake
– school
– obnoxious people
– being interrupted
– fantasy books
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🧠🧠🧠
– idiotic
– patient
– protective
– a bit rude tbh
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🗣️
– Oswald/Oz - 👍
– Ozzie - 💗
(edward only)
– Ozballz - 😝 (victor only)
– Chesterfield King - 🤨 (like the jawbreaker song coz hes EMOOO)
Victor Zsasz
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🔞– 18
🎂– June 1
🗓️– Gemini
📏– 5’10”
⚖️– 137 lbs
🧬– Male
🪪– Cis male (he/him)
💏– Pansexual
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💇– Um no. (bald ass bitch.)
👁️– Brown
💅– Pale
🪥– Gold tooth in the back (left)
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🫶🫶🫶
– ivy pepper??
– video games
– comic books
– IVY PEPPER!! <3
– being a bitch
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🙅🙅🙅
– [tbd]
– the gays!! (his only friends are homo and he’s pan)
– reading
real
books
– pussies (wimps)
– his 5th grade history teacher
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🧠🧠🧠
–bitchy
–stupid
–pretentious little prick
–babygirl energy tho
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🗣️
– Victor - 👍 (given/legal name)
– Vic/Viccy - 💗
(ivy only)
– Zsaszle wazzle - 😝 (close friends only)
– Zaza - 😝 (close friends/stoners only)
Ivy Pepper
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🔞– 18
🎂– April 19
🗓️– Aries
📏– 5’4”
⚖️– 121 lbs
🧬– Female
🪪– Cis female (she/her)
💏– Straight Ally (this is my bsf valentina, she's a ally. talk valentina! “ally!”)
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💇– Red
👁️– Blue
💅– Very light rose
🪥– Perfect teethies
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🫶🫶🫶
–victor zsasz!! <3
–plants
–dark humor
–her green sweater
–the outdoors
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🙅🙅🙅
– vegans >:(
– being told what to do
– people (“people are dumb. plants are better. you can trust them.”)
– being talked down to/disrespected
– [tbd]
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🧠🧠🧠
– playful
– mischievous
– no thoughts behind those eyes istg
– quite bold
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🗣️
– Ivy - 👍 (given/legal name)
–Pepper Popper - 💗
(victor only)
– Ivy Wivy - 😝 (close friends only)
– Ginger - 😞 (meanies)
Jim Gordon
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🔞– 18
🎂– May 18
🗓️– Taurus
📏– 5’8”
⚖️– 152.2 lbs
🧬– Male
🪪– Cis male (he/him)
💏– Straight ally (for now 😈)
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💇– Brown
👁️– Blue
💅– Light tan…?
🪥– Meh
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🫶🫶🫶
– leslie thompkins
– barbra keen (jokes on u, they like each other, jim)
– harvey bullock (bestie westie, WINK WINK)
– fuckin with the police
– [tbd]
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🙅🙅🙅
– Edward (more of a meh feeling but yk)
– [tbd]
– [tbd]
– [tbd]
– [tbd]
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🧠🧠🧠
– too confident
– snarky
– gets upset easily
– [tbd]
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🗣️
–James - 👍
–Jim - 💗
–Jammy Whammy - 😝 (close friends)
–Jimpscare - 😞 (he’s scary; i scream when he comes on screen)
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
It started with a six pack of Mike's Hard and two idiot boys. Well, it started with the six pack for Oswald, but for Edward, it started much sooner. The two met in 4th grade. Edward was a little nerd, much like now, and didn’t have a lot of friends. Oswald, on the other hand, had lots. There was Victor, Ivy, Butch, Jervis, the Valeska twins, Ecco. Sometimes even Jim talked to him, but he was popular among the weirdos for the most part. Edward was not popular at all. No one talked to him, they all thought he was weird (weirder than they were), going off about forensic science and his favorite cartoons for way too long. They didn’t talk to him because when it got too loud in the classroom, he cried. They didn’t talk to him because he wore glasses and had braces with green bands instead of blue or red. The worst part is, they didn’t even pick on him. They just left him in a corner by himself as they all played hopscotch and freeze tag. The only person who even dared interacting with him was, of course, Oswald.One day, Edward had forgotten to eat breakfast before school. He was muttering to himself about how hungry he was while drawing his family for a project. He looked over to see Oswald shuffling through his backpack. He brought out an apple and placed it on Ed’s desk.“Here,” he murmured, taking out a chocolate bar for himself, “I don’t like apples.”“Oh. Thank you!” Edward flashed a toothy grin at Oswald. Oswald just sighed. This whole apple situation happened at least twice a week. Oswald didn’t know what to expect so he had his mother pack an apple every day. This went on until 8th grade.
--May 7th, Eighth Grade--“Did you eat today, Eddie?” Oswald asked, pulling out his lunch.“No, we were out of Cheerios. Dad forgot to get more,” Edward sighed and chewed the tip of his pen, holding out his hand. Oswald handed his apple over.“Eat. And don’t tell me you’ll eat it after lunch because ‘you’re not hungry’ ‘coz I fucking hate that. So, eat,” Oswald said, dryly.“Fine,” Edward said, huffing on the apple and wiping it with his sleeve before taking a bite.“My mom is making her goulash tonight if you want some,” Oswald took a bite of his pasta.“Are you telling me I’m coming over or are you telling me you’re going to bring me goulash and hang out at my place?”“You’re coming over, you need to be eating more and my mom would be happy to feed you. Plus, she wants to see you again.”“So, I’m not coming over to hang out then?”“No, you are, just– Ugh, never mind.”“No, it’s okay. I got it. I’ll come over.”This happened a lot. Edward would spend the majority of time with his best friend at his house. Oswald had only ever been to Ed’s once; it didn’t go well. They never really talked about it.
--Present Day, 11th Grade--The two boys sat on Oswald’s floor. Well, Ed was lying on his stomach, face in the carpet. Oswald was sitting on his floor, beer in hand. There were four left in the box, Edward had drunk two and Oswald four. Both were tipsy, Edward more so because this was his first-time drinking. They weren’t saying anything, just sitting, occasionally breaking into small giggles before going quiet and taking another swig of their drinks. Edward stretched his arm over and set his drink on the bedside table, lying back down after.“Y’know what would be funny?” Oswald slurred.“Mmm.” Edward groaned into the carpet.“If we kissed.” Oswald giggled and finished off his bottle. Ed brought his head up a bit.“What?” he asked, still quite out of it.“We should kiss. Just to get it over with, y’know? Just one quick kiss. Then we can tell everyone we’ve had our first kisses,”“But–” Edward was interrupted.“I trust you, Eddie. I need you to trust me too.”Edward closed his eyes and buried his nose into the carpet again, searching his foggy mind for the right response. He came to a conclusion a while later but still said nothing. Just because he was drunk, didn’t mean he wanted it any less. Hell, he wanted it more, if that was even possible. Finally, he asked, “What if someone finds out?” That was a stupid question.“Nobody’ll find out; we’re sitting on the floor of my room at two in the morning. I won’t tell anyone either. I promise.” Oswald said, bringing his fresh bottle up to his lips. Ed went quiet again.“‘Kay,” Edward tried to sit up without getting dizzy. “Okay, yeah.” He grabbed his drink and took a quick sip. Maybe if he drank enough before it would numb everything and he wouldn’t realize he liked Oswald; it would hurt less, right? Ed shrugged and swallowed the rest in one go, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.“Yeah?” Oswald asked in a much lower voice than expected.“Yeah, come here.” Oswald scooted closer to him and grabbed his hands, holding them in his lap to pull Edward closer.“Ready?” Oswald’s breath tickled Ed’s nose. He nodded. Oswald leaned in and brushed his lips against Edward’s slightly; he pressed them softly on the other boy's in a matter of time. There was so much going on inside the brunette’s head. His little alcohol trick only worked a bit. Oswald’s lips were soft. His hand cupped the taller boy’s cheek. Edward leaned into it as he savored this kiss like it was his everything. And it was his everything. He’d dreamed about this so many times. He knew his heart would break, knowing Oswald probably doesn’t feel the same, but he didn’t pull away. It felt good, so good and he wanted this. He needed this."Helovesmehelovesmehelovesmehelovesme," Edward lied to himself silently. His lying stopped when Oswald pulled away. He didn’t open his eyes. They sat like that for a bit; Oswald’s hand slid away from Ed’s cheek and down to his chest halfway through. He didn’t move it. When Oswald did open his eyes, they were soft and dopey. Edward loved that look.“Your lips taste like cider,” he whispered.“So do yours,” Ed responded. His eyes couldn’t focus anymore. All he could do was focus on Oswald’s hand on his chest and the taste of alcohol lingering on his lips. Oswald leaned in again, moving his hand to Ed’s neck and kissing him once more. Edward scooted closer as their lips met again. The next coming kisses were soft and tender and sweet. Not “sweet” sweet, very bitter actually. But they were sweet. To Edward at least. Millions of thoughts pushed through the foggy clouds of Edward’s mind as they kissed, making themselves known and strong. His thoughts were cut away as Oswald’s other hand fiddled with the hem of the brunette’s shirt, pulling it up slightly. He slipped his hand under the shirt, tracing tiny, gentle circles into the small of Edward’s back. Ed shuttered but didn’t pull his lips away.This is what he wanted. He’s wanted it for so long. He’ll never not want it."IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou," he thought to himself. Shit, maybe the alcohol made it worse. Finally, Oswald breaks the kiss, his lips lingering over Ed’s for a moment longer.“I don’t think that was ‘one quick kiss’, Ozzie…” Edward murmured.“Yeah, I don’t think it was either. Now, if you don’t mind,” Oswald started, patting Ed’s chest a few times, “I’m gonna go throw up. I had too much to drink.” Ed nodded, still dazed and lovestruck.He couldn’t think straight. He wasn’t sure he would be able to think straight ever again. He just kissed and was kissed by his best friend. The very best friend that he just so happens to be deeply in love with. Was said–best friend in love back? Edward wasn’t too sure at this point. But he hoped so.
He really, really hoped.