#wrongwiththisright

[lcbotomy]

starter for @wrongwiththisright

Lobo burst through Ed’s roof, crash landing in the middle of a scheming session, the table under him shattering. The alien looked up. “Heya babe! Oh, ya won’t believe what I just found!!” He hopped up, grabbing Ed by the hand, his other carried what looked like a vinyl record. He was followed by a slobbering, panting Dawg. 

The Czarnian found one of Ed’s record players, slamming the vinyl down. “This was my old band back on Czarnia! The Main Man and Several Scumbags, the name wuz my idea harhar!” He smiled, pressing the needle down, his eyes filled with excitement. 

The player would then combust within the first note, leaving a smolering pile of ash. The bounty hunter frowned, his shoulders slumping. “Ahh what’s the use. Sorry hon, I just wanted ta show ya how great I was...” 

#BADUM DUM DUUUUUM #wrongwiththisright

[monomaniiametus]

6C + Jon!

i kinda like the sloppy line art better. sloppy line art under the cut.

#still playing with digital art #getting there but apparently i can't color blood worth a shiiiiiit #Jon likes scaring Arkham staff #and everyone all the time tbh #wrongwiththisright

[blackfiire-archive-blog]

Blackfire in the background watching her adorable little Pengy flirting with Eddie.

“Make him put a ring on it, bae.”

#wrongwiththisright #eloquentyrant #.dash commentary #//GET YO MAN #//she says as they're literally at each others throats

[eloquentyrant]

@wrongwiththisright replied to your post: ❖ what would be the secret to taking them down

“If he likes you, the abbreviated explanation to taking Oswald down is asking nicely.”

HOW DARE YOU SLANDER MY GOOD NAME

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[alxnetxgether-moved]

@wrongwiththisright @eloquentyrant @blackfiire

*Trevor pulls out guitar and a bottle of wine*

#verse: gotham: trevor #lol crack #blackfiire #eloquentyrant #wrongwiththisright

[hcrrible-thxngs]

(( @wrongwiththisright continued from x ))

Oswald’s gaze was momentarily fixated on Edward’s apron and the reddish orange lettering upon the green fabric. It was a bit sardonic given his particular situation (Though he was sure Edward was unaware.) but nevertheless Oswald tor his gaze away. He chose instead to focus upon the peculiar cake decorating that Edward was partaking in. Though he wasn’t entirely sure why Edward was doing this in the first place. 

His brows furrowed slightly at the other’s words, “Never call it that again.” The kingpin scoffed, looking to Edward directly now. Though Oswald wasn’t exactly sure what could be considered fun or if he’d ever truly be able to leave the lifestyle of constant work, there was appeal in keeping Edward’s company for a more extended time than usual. “Nevertheless,” Oswald continued, eyeing the cake once more, “What exactly would you suggest we do?” He inquired, simply curious as to what the other man had in mind. 

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[try-to-wcke-up]

(( @wrongwiththisright continued from X ))

He knew Edward would be upset with such a stubborn stance, yet he simply would not understand. No one seemed to no matter how often he took time to explain it all. To add to it all Edward specifically is a particularly stubborn and arrogant man. His grasp on Scarface tightened as he listened to the other’s rambling. He nearly spoke too quickly for him to keep up with. 

“Mr. Nygma--” Penn attempted to speak, scoffing slightly, “Mr. Nygma if you could please just listen to me.” He hadn’t ventured here simply to be scolded by the other. Edward was especially lucky that Scarface was currently suffering injuries of sorts otherwise this conversation certainly would have went much differently. 

“I came here to ask you for a favour now could you please listen?” 

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[coldcriminal]

💎💎💎!!

       1.  wonders if some of his bad riddles come from one of those joke shop books.

       2. thinks the bowler hat is ridiculous.

       3.  thinks he looks better as an icecube.

#wrongwiththisright #vICTOR PLE A SE #⌊ ❆ the ice age part two // answered ❆⌋

[forthewinn]

@wrongwiththisright continued from here

Eyebrows knit together as Winn looks over at the other, still pissed after everything that had happened with the coffee. “I really don’t care what you think I should be worried about, it wasn’t a question or even a suggestion. It was a statement, that doesn’t require your opinion with it.” 

#wrongwiththisright #was i a monster from the start how did i end up with this frozen heart (dark winn verse)

[ianhowellgcpd]

@wrongwiththisright      CONT

“Y’know, that would be true if you hadn’t just barged into my clinic.” Well. His and Lee Thompkins’ clinic -- or fine, just Lee’s clinic. Ian was only doing a bit of help on the side. Still, he had more of a right to be there than Nygma did, so he would claim it as his temporarily. “Since that’s the case I think I have enough social authority to tell you to skedaddle.”

#wrongwiththisright #{ BLOODY ALICE DRESSED IN BLUE. I WILL FIND A CURE FOR YOU // verse }

[jester-of-genocide]

Imitation meme: HARLEY

    ❝ Oh, Mistah J mistreats me! I loooove interfering in the game! Boo hoo hoo. ❞ He said in a scathing, mocking manner. He even went as far as mimicking Harley's mannerisms.

#wrongwiththisright #━━ ♦︎ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 // ic. #━━ ♦︎ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐒 // answered.

[lcbotomy]

Oh good Gawd all mighty why did he watch Old Yeller. He saw it on tv guide and just decided to sit through the fraggin’ thing. So yeah, he was kinda sad and a little worked up after that whole ordeal. He started thinking about...Dawg. It had been a few years since he had last seen the old mutt, not being sure if he was even still alive. He was a very tough breed of space-bulldog, bred to be Czarnian tough! It wasn’t likely that he had died.

Still, he would never admit to missing the annoying mongrel...right? I mean it wasn’t like he was ever Lobo’s dog to begin with, the mutt just followed him around! Sure he fed it, pat it, gave him his own seat on the bike...N-NOT LIKE HE CARED OR ANYTHING!!

Oh alright, he’d go looking for him. Now, Lobo was the best tracker in the galaxy...but sadly Dawg was the best hider in the galaxy. So the Czarnian decided to enlist the help of his supervillain husband, THE RIDDLER! “Baaaaaabe, grab yer things, We’re goin ta space.”

@wrongwiththisright

#wrongwiththisright #HEEHEE

[monomaniiametus]

@wrongwiththisright

"Edward, swallow this. We'll start your treatment at one pill twice a day. We'll adjust as needed based on your reaction to it. If you become impatient or don't trust my judgement and attempt to medicate outside of my direction I'll be forced to treat this line Arkham and lock the pills up then force them down your throat twice a day." He held a small plastic cup with a single capsule pill out with one hand and a glass of water with the other. "Finish the water and I would suggest a small snack immediately after to avoid stomach issues. We'll watch for any side effects and I'll be drawing a reasonable amount of blood in two weeks."

#wrongwiththisright #we used to pour pills in the kids' mouths at yves orphanage #after making them name what they take how much and look at the cup to see if it's correct #i imagine Arkham is more violent than that for the rogues #and about that for normal patients #we had to look in their mouth and under tongues after too #so we know they swallowed

[blackfiire-archive-blog]

// kinda want to ship bf with a jerome to disappoint her “dads” 😈

#.ooc #eloquentyrant #wrongwiththisright

[eloquentyrant]

"Oh, ask me that again, only slower..."

Meme (x)

Bemused by the request, Oswald paused. The mobster limps closer so as to better assess his companion’s demeanour for any signs of discomfort. “I asked if you happened to know any details about the recent upset in the Narrows.” Unable to note any difference that would be cause for concern, the Penguin inches closer once more. “Are you feeling unwell?”

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[harlequxn-blog]

@wrongwiththisright liked for a starter

Colour him surprised. Of all the people to run into in Gotham’s oh so many abandoned buildings. Just the creak of old floorboards under disrepair had brought Elijah to clutch at his guns--certain he could out-shoot any imposing threat--though even as the man revealed himself he was yet to lower his aim. 

“Edward Nygma,” curious, Elijah felt the taste of the name on his tongue, “or is it The Riddler again?” How hard it was to keep up in this city. “Tell me, what do I owe the pleasure? I heard you were playing house with Penguin.”

#wrongwiththisright #v: you get lost in your brain