#threadpull: eddie.

[eyeshone]

"you are the last straw that breaks my camel's back." / from eddie to joey, idk i just think they'd be funny together, especially with eddie and dmitri doing an evil team-up

"Is this one of your infamous riddles?" He's your foil, Eddie. Put him in your proverbial microwave at your own peril: he'll burn you up (Joey tried that once with leftover Chipotle in its metal tin; didn't go well).

[eyeshone]

"Not everything needs an answer, Riddler."

Umm.

That's, umm.

What do they say to this?

"So. Why are you doing that, then?"

[riddlesnap]

If you had to choose between your ambition and the life of someone you care about, what would you do?

A list of moral questions to developing a villainous character @halfghcst , @qu-tipie asked these too

"Of all the questions you had to ask, it just had to be this one, didn't it?" Edward said. He's frowning, thin face scrunched up in an odd mixture of contemplation and, dare he say, confliction. Because his answer would have been very different had he been asked this conundrum not so very long ago. Killing the Batman had become his burning ambition. It didn't always used to be that way. The vigilante had only been an annoyance at the start, a roadblock on his path to pulling the plug beneath Gotham's sordid underbelly and exposing her filth for all to see. His noble goal had been stopped however, Batman no doubt being in on that corruption. Worse still, Edward had been punished for it! Thrown into Blackgate like some common criminal, and everything that had gone wrong in his life since was all that stupid bat's fault. But he'd made certain acquaintances along the way, hadn't he? People that might not have wormed their way into his life had Edward never been pushed to such extreme measures. People like Artemis, even Jonathan to some extent. Killing Batman was still something Edward very much wanted but... was he really willing to go that far? Risk their lives just for a chance at revenge? Before the answer would have been so easy. It would have been a resounding yes, a thought he wouldn't have thought twice about. Now Edward wasn't so sure, and it was disturbing to think how he could be swayed so easily by such silly, sentimental feelings. His face scrunches further, clearly not liking what he was about to say.

"As the Riddler, I have hundreds, thousands of ideas I can put into action at any given moment. Were I forced to pick between killing the bat and ensuring at least one life I remotely cared about would be safe, I'd pick the latter." Edward said grudgingly. Oh, he'd hate it, especially if victory was within grasp of his ambitious hands but Lady Luck favoured the bat too often for his liking and Edward wasn't about to put that theory to the test anytime soon. "I can always come up with another plan, another brilliant idea to extract my rightful revenge against that bothersome bat no matter how long it takes. As it is, bringing somebody back from the dead is a lot harder than it is killing them, but I only need one perfect idea to succeed in my goal. It can be done." He was the man, he had the plan and Edward was nothing if not patient. He'd waited a long time for his revenge, what was a few more until the perfect opportunity arose?

[sifonie]

[ TXT: Sybil!!!!! ] : WHAT are you doing that's more important than me? / eddie, aka god's gift to humanity, who simply cannot understand why they are not the priority at any given moment

game of telephone!

[ TXT: Ready Eddie ] : um, a LOT? wouldn't you like to know, riddle guy

[ TXT: Ready Eddie ] : god, what am i? your BABYSITTER?

[ TXT: Ready Eddie ] : what do you want, anyways? better make it quick and worth my time bc i'm about 5 seconds away from muting you.

[ TXT: Ready Eddie ] : and YES, i will require something in return if you so desperately need me to entertain you.

[brokentoys]

@threadpull sent . . .

jon if eddie brings up polyamory between them: 🔫

(he might be open to it but would freak out at first, i think, cause mans is jealous)

I THINK LIKE. they'd both have to find someone that loves 'em both as much. like it be a TOTES mutual thing!!! 'cos as i've said before, eddie is an extremely jealous person, too. and he'll get easily upset if he suspects two ppl are paying more attention to each other than him!!!

which is one reason why i can suggest a poly between diedre, nina, & eddie. bc i hc that they all deeply care about each other. so none of them rly feels "left out" in the poly dynamic!! and that's how i think it can only rly work with ed, he wants a dynamic where nobody feels left out, y'know??

[fartemis-crock]

Your muse finds my muse somewhere they  shouldn’t be. / eddie bc i haven’t bugged you with them yet hehe. also, eddie should probably not be where they are either

a meme i shan't find @threadpull

----don't acknowledge the fact that you totally broke into this warehouse. don't acknowledge it.

they look like a narc. ---hmm, no, they absolutely are a narc, she's pretty sure of it. just the way they talk. no one that full of themselves is not a narc. she knows this.

"you-- uh, you should--" oh she can't finish that sentence. she knows for a fact that this is going to end poorly for her. there's absolutely nothing she can say that will stop that fact. "---would you believe me if i said it was just too cold outside?"

[blckfckinmsk]

“do you think it gets the point across?” / testing edward as a muse so i’m yeeting him at u

A tilt of head in thought, "I don't know, I think you can do a little more." But then again Roman was always one with a flare for the dramatic.

[cataclysmgrcve]

Absolutely sobbing that Kitty has managed to fucking pull not 1 but 2 scarecrows. @threadpull & @whampow

Eddie absolutely getting his twink ass beat up by both Zelda & Jon if he tries to go murder them. rip riddler

[roisdevivre]

as the river travels, i go the opposite || @threadpull continued from here

As he drew nearer, Luca caught the man's scent and for a moment, found himself distracted. Pencil shavings and pizza rolls... human sweat and machine grease, and something warm and rich he can't quite name...

He let out sharp bark of laughter, his eyes flicking from the booth operator to the stranger. And as the wind shifts slightly, he can scent that too. Beyond the popcorn, and the hay, and the thick sugary clouds of fried dough and the kind of magic only carnival lights can inspire... the thread between them. Pack. Faint, but still lingering. "Hustlers..." The way he said it, it was clear he was impressed.

As Eddie offered back the gun, Luca tilted his head to one side. His eyes glittered, and when he grinned, all four of his slightly elongated, slightly pointed canines showed. "You oughtta come with a warning label," he chuckled. "Eddie, was it? Sabotaged or not, I know when I'm beat. Pretty sure I owe ya a drink..." He offered a scarred hand, tilting it slightly so the short, claw-like nails were a little less obvious. "Name's Luca."

[riddlesnap]

@threadpull has his hands full [HERE]

"Did you see the way he was looking at you, Jon? Bet he wanted you all to himself." Edward doesn't make any effort to lower his voice or hold his tongue as the server hurries off to another table waiting for drinks, squinting daggers at the man's back while he did so. Actually, it was probably because one (or both) of them were vaguely recognizable despite their lack of criminal identity tonight. That logical assumption doesn't stop Edward from assuming the worst, that somebody's attention was on Jonathan and not him and it makes him irrationally jealous, because Jonathan was with him. Should be paying more attention to him, even. His bad mood is mollified when Jonathan doesn't stop him from snatching the last drops of drink from his lips and Edward smacks his own, frowning at the bitter taste. "You taste better." He said, before realizing he'd said what he'd thought and thought what he'd meant to say. Did you change the order?

[riddlesnap]

But what IS Ed’s greatest fear? You know. For research purposes. :3c Definitely not for Jon to jot down.

"I know what you're doing, Crane. Skulking around with those papers, asking these silly questions - you're trying to psychoanalyze me." Edward says, with more triumph in his voice than he should have considering who he was speaking to. It's unwise but he can't help himself. The very idea that he, Edward Nigma, could succumb to such pathetic, primitive notions rankles him, his tongue instantly flying to his defence. His greatest fear? Once, Edward had feared many things - his father, the anticipation of pain whenever he angered or upset the older man, of failure and the inability to prove himself far better than anybody had ever dreamed him capable of being. He'd even feared Batman for a while, that prancing thug masquerading as a hero before Edward logically realized he was simply a petty brute in a cowl, a cheater and a crook of the highest order whom only stupid people fawned over. But none of this would he admit to Jonathan. To Edward, fears were merely chemical reactions, primal instincts guiding the logical mind away from harm and foul play. Higher minds like his had learned to forgo the entrappings of the lizard brain, that fear was merely an evolutionary sentiment holding humanity back. So he scoffed, heedless of the idea that Jonathan might very well take his attitude as a challenge. "Well, too bad for you. You should know I'm nothing like those simpletons whose tiny minds you can get into with a few well-placed words. I know how you work so you can forget trying to scrabble around for what Edward Nigma is afraid of. I am above such sentiments!" Edward sneered, his thin face twisted into an ugly sneer as he watched Jonathan pace in the shadows. Fear was just a sentiment, wasn't it? Edward had nothing to fear, not anymore now his father was an aging drunk who was no doubt currently drinking away his meagre wages while the two of them spoke. Batman was on the other side of the city, too far from either of them to start landing punches. The GCPD were all tied up as they were every night, leaving him quite free to... to... Well, he was quite alone at this very moment, wasn't he? Alone with Crane, who was still quietly pacing back and forth and back and forth in the shadows, smell of alcohol still lingering between them. Edward wrinkled his nose. Curse Crane for making him think of Nashton.

[riddlesnap]

What are Eddie’s love language type preferences? And how does he prefer to show affection as far as love language?

Alright people, buckle up because we're in for a ride. Edward is a troubled, troubled man so his love language type preferences aren't exactly the healthiest and that's without getting into how he shows affection. Love language preferences though, it's important to remember Ed's a narcissist through and through so words of affirmation are right up there. Tell him how great he is, that he's the best thing in your life, remind him what a brilliant mind he has, the whole shebang!

The more you compliment and praise Eddie, the more he likes it and ngl, Edward will eat that praise right up like a greedy kid running rampant in a sweet shop. He's been starved of that praise his whole life so getting a steady supply of it will stoke his ego to higher levels than ever before. It's all attention at the end of the day and if there's one thing Eddie loves, it's getting attention (be it positive or negative!) Eddie also likes acts of service but he's weirdly sceptic about it at the same time; he loves being doted on but he can quickly turn mean if he thinks you're pitying him or that he needs help. Keep it small, just little things like handing him the right tools or pieces for his traps, stuff he could very well do for himself but shows you're paying interest to his hobbies. Gift giving? He's sceptic about that too unless you give him stuff he actually likes and can use (otherwise expect it to get tossed into the bin right in front of your eyes, he can be a shithead like that asdfghjk) Quality time is pretty much the same as giving him attention. Doing stuff with Eddie usually means watching him work, being part of the background and interjecting from time to time. If Edward REALLY likes you, you might be taken along one one of his heists which... may or may not be a fun experience depending on your muse's view on crime. Physical touch, nope. Not unless he likes you a lot or trusts you so definitely don't start touching him right away or he'll probably brain you with his cane. NOW THAT'S OUT OF THE WAY, Let's talk about how Edward shows affection. I think it goes without saying that Eddie can be a real hypocrite and worse, inappropriate as fuck when it comes to showing his interest. This is a man who lovebombed a woman all because he saw her in a particular way, sending loads of flowers to her, chocolates, paying off her university debts, the usual stuff you do for somebody you met for all of two minutes. It didn't occur to him for a while to get to know her first and maybe not do the stereotypical romance stuff you'd expect from a hallmark movie. He really has so very little idea how to show affection in actual, healthy ways. He may do certain things for you because he likes them so naturally you would like that too, wouldn't you? Oh wait, you probably don't, because you're not him but as a narc, Ed struggles at times with the notion that you're not just some extension of himself. On the plus, he can be fiercely protective, because he sees you as his and anybody who thinks they can get their hands on you is liable to lose theirs in some kind of accident. Another thing Eddie's hypocritical as fuck about is, again, personal touch. He's VERY tetchy when it comes to strangers getting up in his personal space but if he decides he likes you, he has no respect for boundaries; he'll stand real close, too close, maybe rest a hand on your shoulder, position you in a way he likes. He's weird in the way he'd do more for others than he expects from them but in all honesty, just find yourself a healthier guy. It is SO not worth dealing with Edward's shit LMAO.

[riddlesnap]

hc + hygiene. please shower ed you’re covered in grease

Send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.

When it comes to hygiene, it's one of those things that Eddie's either 100% on top of or not at all. There is no in-between though Edward definitely started struggling with keeping himself clean after the events of Arkham City. He wasn't exactly fresh during that whole episode but in all fairness it was Arkham City - water was only avaliable a few hours a day and good luck hoping there was enough electricity to run a proper shower!

After that, Edward began spiralling. Cleanliness became less important, too obsessed with the idea of exacting his revenge upon Batman for daring to humiliate him so. He got dirtier, swapping the suit and hat for cargo pants and plain shirt since they were only going to get torn up and filthy anyway. You better believe there were periods that Eddie didn't wash. At all. Not until the filth and grease from nights of working endlessly became too much even for him. He was prone to sweating a lot too from his increasing dependence on adderall and how hot and difficult the work could be, creating his deathtraps and courses and, just kind of... forgot showers existed in the end. You know Eddie's going through a bad spell when he's looking grimy/shabby. He loves looking fresh and clean-cut, donning the fancy suits and iconic get up to let others know he is the Riddler but Arkham Knight was definitely when he was at his nastiest.

[riddlesnap]

03: Do you regret anything?

70 Horrible Questions

"Nothing at all. If anything, I should have been harder from the very beginning."

He'd grown quite adamant about that. Edward didn't regret a single thing he'd done with the exception of believing the masses would actually appreciate his efforts. They hadn't. They believed him to be a criminal, somebody who was utterly insane. Didn't they know everything he'd ever done had all been for them? Instead of appreciating his efforts, most people scorned him, feared him when he'd only tried to expose the corruption from within. What gratitude they showed. No, they didn't deserve him.

[riddlesnap]

Δ = playing with their hair. / jon, of course, while drinking and looking at him with hearteyes

Send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. Edward's tongue pokes out again as he takes his pen to paper, sketching away like a madman possessed as devilish inspiration takes him by the reins. The idea of a new deathtrap suddenly came to mind, one even more devious than his previous creations thanks to a conversation he and Jonathan were having. Of course it couldn't wait. The idea would be gone if he didn't act upon it now and Edward busies himself, nose almost touching paper as he adds intricate details to the paper. Jonathan doesn't seem to mind. If he ever does he never speaks about it, seemingly content to just spend time in Edward's vicinity. Edward lets him stay; it's not like he's a bother and was occasionally helpful, fetching the right tool and in this situation, an idea too good to pass up. Scratch. Scratch. Scratchscratchscratch. He sketches faster now, details becoming less fine as he continues chasing the idea; Jon's presence is almost forgotten were it not for the long fingers playing with his hair, the older man hovering extremely close even for him. To Edward however, he's an overseer, watching their idea come to life if only on paper for now. The scratching of pen upon paper seems to mirror the movement of Jon's fingers through his hair, Edward humming softly as he dimly focuses on the sensation. It's actually kind of pleasant, even though it must have been a few days since Edward last showered but Jon hardly seems to mind, peering over his shoulder down at the diagram - or maybe he was looking at Edward's face? It's hard to tell when he's in the zone. More scratching. Edward ceases humming and cranes his stiff neck only to realize Jon was making the exact same sound and finally the younger man notices how close Jonathan actually is, lips mere inches away from his ear. His breath feels warm, fanning across Edward's cheek and the younger man can smell the alcohol upon it. Did Jon ever stop drinking? Well, as long as he didn't start screaming or throwing his fists, Edward didn't mind too much even if Jon did get all sorts of touchy-feely the more he nursed from his bottle. Hm, touchy. It's not exactly a bad feeling now that Edward thinks about it, feeling oddly relaxed despite the mad spell that had taken him earlier. He glances down at the paper he was drawing upon. It's full of circles, scrawled all over the original sketch and trailing off by an invisible breeze that has him laughing softly in disbelief. How in the hell had that happened? Ordinarily he'd be angry at what he'd done but tonight he just feels... calm. Unusually relaxed even. Jonathan's still playing with his hair, the man practically draped over the back of his seat as though he's some great lanky housecat having made himself feel right at home. It some ways, the idea wasn't that far from the truth; Jon had been spending a good deal of time here lately. More surprising was the fact that Edward found himself missing those fingers when the other man finally pulled away, the ex-psychiatrist now peering down at Edward with rapt attention in those blue eyes of his. "What do you make of it, Jon?" Edward said, reclining in his seat until he felt an arm - or something like it behind him, he can't quite tell what. He's practically caged in at this point but it hardly matters so long as he has company, the kind of company that saw just as much value in his work as he saw in his own.

[riddlesnap]

He wasn’t invited, but he’s…. Here. Normally, they see each other once in a while, maybe at the Iceberg Lounge, but Jonathan has been in touch more frequently lately. Calling, popping by. It’s different. Something about their last Arkham stay together seems to have warmed Jonathan up to Ed much more than before. Not that warm is the best way to describe his demeanor — he’s still prickly, that’s for certain. “You really shouldn’t make it so easy to break in, Ed,” he says simply, leaning against the wall.

Edward had been so engrossed in watching the ongoing trials and tribulations of his latest playmate that the sound of Crane's voice calling his name almost startled him, pulling his attention away from the screen. Not that any of it mattered now; he'd just watched her fail as expected, getting cold feet at the last second and proving unable to defeat his riddle. Garbled audio cuts off as Edward's eyes turn towards the door, the Riddler raising an eyebrow upon spotting who had come calling. "Why, if it isn't Dr. Crane. How lovely to see you having flown from your cage." Edward is not shy about the frankly obvious intrusion, merely turning in his chair to face his guest after shutting off the video connection. He'd lost interest in his little game now that it was over, his unfortunate playmate currently meeting a grisly end. She'd failed, that was all there was but now here was a new distraction at hand and Edward wasn't sure whether or not to be pleased about it. He adjusts his glasses, squinting over at Crane leaning against the wall close by. The other male's glasses reflect the glowing light coming off his screen and were Edward more prone to superstitious nonsense, Crane would look positively ominous in that moment, an impossibly tall shadow with glowing pinpricks for eyes looming in the shadows like some sort of deathly spectre. Just how long had Crane been watching? Edward wasn't sure, but he knew one thing and that was Crane making more and more of an appearance lately, showing up more often. They'd made an... acquaintance of sorts, since crossing paths in Arkham, and Edward had admittingly enjoyed the doctor's company on occasion in the times they were allowed to interact. He was no madder than Edward, thrown into Arkham to rot for convenience because Gotham didn't know what to do with higher-thinking minds like theirs, because Gotham feared them. He uncrosses his legs, settling into a more comfortable position as he opens his arms welcomingly. "It's only difficult for the cattle-brained morons who have no business being here. I, however, have no such reserves when it comes to others like yourself. To what do I owe the pleasure, Scarecrow? I trust you didn't come all this way for small talk..." He trails off, looking completely unflappable as though Crane's sudden presence hadn't been totally unexpected.