#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...” 

[blackfiire-archive-blog]

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

“Make him put a ring on it, bae.”

[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

[alxnetxgether-moved]

@wrongwiththisright @eloquentyrant @blackfiire

*Trevor pulls out guitar and a bottle of wine*

[hcrrible-thxngs]

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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. 

[try-to-wcke-up]

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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?” 

[forthewinn]

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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.” 

[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.”