#Riddlesnap

[fallcloaked]

‘♡’ fishing for a miro fact

I have had 14 near death experiences. Only 5 of them were my fault. The rest I blame on my weird ass luck

[fartemis-crock]

‘♡’ we love to know things about kat in this house

kat facts

i am unbelievably allergic to lavender. it's one of those weird allergies that gets worse the more you're exposed to it

....unrelated, my favorite drink in college was lavender lemonade.

[threadpull]

❛You don’t know who I am, do you?❜ Edward is positively growling as he speaks back into the terminal, as though the one on the other end of the line could still hear him. It feels almost silly to say; they HAD to know who he was, that he was the one and only Riddler! It was why they had contacted him after all, nay, CHALLENGED his name and position. Oh, he was so not going to let this slide. Not him!

@riddlesnap / copy-cat riddler au

Oh, they are so positively elated! Kicking their feet, spinning around and around and around in their swivel chair. Franklin Edward Tree has FINALLY gotten the attention of Edward Nigma! Hacking his system after months of masquerading as the Riddler themself! Oh, the Batman hasn't even caught on yet that there is not only Mr. E. Nigma, but now Mys. Tree!

"I did it! I did it, I did it!" they exclaim, hands in the air, continuing their spinning. They're laughing hysterically, still running on the adrenaline high of their success. "Of course I did it! I'm simply me, and he is only him - I really should be the one with this title, ha! I deserve it!"

With that, they pop up from the chair, grinning. "I'm the real Riddler, he'll see! He'll see that I'm the best and that he should really be learning from me." Frankie rubs their hands together. Oh, this is simply too delicious! In hacking Edward's system, they were able to view his reaction live via webcam - Frankie absolutely relished in the other's face. That scowl! That growl! Oh, Edward, Frankie is very familiar with who you are.

That's why they're obsessed.

They clap their hands together. Walk with a jaunt in their step toward the door of their room. "Tonight calls for some takeout instead of pizza rolls, huh?"

[mad-hunts]

[Thematic Headcanons] 🧼 for a hygiene-themed headcanon?

AHHH — hello, hello, scoot! first... thank you very much for sending this in, my friend :D i hope you're having a great wednesday thus far!! but anywhozies, allow me to get right into talking about barton's hygiene. so, especially because his... uhh, 'work' produces such fragrant smells (and by his 'work,' i mean what he does as the dollmaker), barton typically washes his body EVERY day. that is something that has been consistent with him for years now and he also usually does it in the morning, using a body wash that smells like citron and sage (hence him smelling 'earthy.')

but as for his hair, because barton's in particular gets dried out and/or stripped of all the healthy oils if he washes it every day, he usually shampoos and conditions it about three times a week. barton uses a special shampoo that promotes volume in his usual curls / waves anddd it typically smells like vanilla + coconut. so, he's got two distinct smells going on after hair wash day, but that's okay because they actually go along with each other surprisingly well. but yeah! this one might've been a little short, which i apologize for, but i hope you enjoyed this little hygiene headcanon of mine tehe.

[twcfaces]

@riddlesnap

"I got no room to talk, but you look like you got hit by a truck. Twice."

Poor kid. Or not. The Riddler's definitely looked better, but living here has a certain way of fixing that. Harvey couldn't hate this hellhole more if he tried. Two-Face, on the other hand -

- this is his element.

"As much as I would love to extend a helping hand, we gotta talk about why we found one of your guys pretending to be one of our guys."

[m4uga]

“⚠️” big, brash and boisterous. note to self; do NOT let him into your workshop!

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 “⚠️” 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   ┇   accepting ♡

❝ aww, for real? since when was being all three a bad thing? ❞ mauga chuckles knowingly. not many people can handle him, and he takes pride in knowing he's an untamed beast, especially when it comes to the bloodshed hour. ❝ you and i both know you can't keep me out your workshop forever, eddie. ❞ he purrs deeply and sends a cheeky wink to the security camera. ❝ don't you enjoy my company as much as i enjoy yours? ❞

[whxlmedwing]

@riddlesnap liked this post for a starter from Katie

If Katie had learned anything during her time in Gotham’s court system, it was that many people did not have a spine. They caved to threats with all the fortitude of wet tissue paper. All it took was one rogue casually mentioning their family, and they’d crumble. It didn't matter that the threats were vague—and that any criminal with half a brain could pull that card and usually guess correctly.

But that meant that her best witness was now down for the count. A visit to Arkham was in order. She doubted it would bear fruit, but at the very least, she could glean an idea of how Riddler had managed to get the word out to someone to threaten a random, unlucky person who had just been on their way to work one morning.

[arobinwithoutbatman]

Memes For Roleplay Muns // 5. What is a character you love, but don’t think you can write?

((If we're talking Batfam? Alfred.

My reason is twofold and incredibly personal so will probably make very little sense.

When I'm writing a character, I will typically track down the visual media they're in (cartoon, anime, video game etc) and listen to clips of them speaking so that I can get their voice in my head and better portray their speaking habits. All things considering, it really wouldn't be too difficult for me to write Alfred.

However.

I am very concerned about accidentally turning upper class Alfred into my late very working class Grandfather. And I'm also worried that, if I have those two voices occupying a similar space in my head, I will eventually forget Grandad's voice. I already mostly have, all I've really got left is his nickname for me, I remember it increidbly clearly.

So yeah. Could realistically write Alfred if I didn't have such a complicated relationship with grief that I'm still exploring with Tim and other characters.))

[fear-fatale]

[Item] Fresh coffee. You know, just your average mug of hot joe.

Having a neurotoxin drug as his primary weapon, Jonathan knows better than to blindly trust a drink prepared and poured out of his sight.

Still, he accepts the mug. He appreciates the warmth in his hands and the scent is enough to keep his mind awake.

[fallcloaked]

✶ (Only if you're okay with it!)

//always friend

Sid while very clever and having a good memory is not what one would call intelligent. He lacks wisdom and a greater way to process puzzles effectively. most of what he has learned comes in the form of try die repeat. While he can make extremely quick judgement in combat and deduce a persons limitation with their abilities and the like, he's not good at applying that cleverness elsewhere without the correct prodding, one of many byproducts of the Trials. All that to say, There is not a single Riddle Eddie could give to Sid that he could solve in any amount of reasonable time.

[fartemis-crock]

🌸 for my muse to talk about their mother

mother's day. @riddlesnap

does she do that often?

the question makes her laugh. something between a huff and a scoff, as artemis tried her damnedest to keep her focus on what she was doing. she doesn't want to talk about paula--- doesn't want to acknowledge the phone call he'd clearly over heard. her mother was a sensitive topic. something artemis rarely, if ever brought up.

they had a good relationship, all things considered. but--- paula got into these moods. like the one he'd just witnessed. she hadn't thought anything of putting her mother on speaker phone. what'd she care if ed overheard the weekly check-in. ---but she must have answered the phone wrong. or, more likely, paula had already been worked up before the call came through.

artemis had been quick to snatch the phone up, switching it off speaker-phone as her mother hurled her opening insult. the voice disappeared in an instant, but based off of the way the blonde had abandoned her task of pulling weeds to instead sink onto her concrete porch;; the conversation didn't lighten. notably-- she hadn't said anything. instead, artemis had just responded to her mother with non-commital grunts and hums. letting the older woman berate her for a minute, before artemis had simply hung up the phone and tossed it into the grass of her yard.

does she do that often?

for a solid minute;; artemis sat there, expression blank as she considered how to answer. she doesn't like to talk about paula. doesn't want to talk about her--- but what does she have to lose.

"no." a pause, as she shakes her head, eyes trained on the phone that was sitting in her over grown-grass. "yes--- not all of the time, but she's just uh--- in a bad fuckin' mood i guess." her attention is turned back to the weeds, but all she does is twist the greenery around. "---she just--- she gets like this. it's fine--- mom, uh, just doesn't think. she gets worked up." that's a lie. the same one her dad had always told her when artemis got upset about paula's moodswings. paula was always very precise about what she said when she was angry. "---she'll call back tomorrow, apologize. nothin' to worry about."

[threadpull]

‘ hc ‘  + age (jonathannn)

Send me "hc" + a word, and I'll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.

i have a post here on jon's general timeline that includes information on what age he was when certain events happened.

as a general rule, it's likely that in any given thread, he is around 48 years old. this can vary, but this is his default.

as far as how jon has aged, i think he looks as one would expect at 48 - which is pretty good considering how awfully he treats his body. a constant stream of alcohol, cigarettes, coffee, candy, fear gas. no sleep, inconsistent about eating well, dehydrated. he would look better if he just took care of himself more.

he has some soft smoker lines around his lips from the aforementioned smoking. light crow's feet, but not too deep. his naso-labial folds (smile lines) are fairly prominent, also from the smoking. dark circles under his eyes that never seem to go away. he has graying hair at his temples that is progressively climbing up higher onto his scalp. the gray has been there for years, however, starting in only his mid-thirties.

his relationship with aging is a double-edged sword. as he gets older, he only gains more information and expertise. as he gets older, however, he worries about if he'll ever finish what he started before he dies. he wonders if he can handle being the scarecrow into old age. he doesn't plan to retire - his research is his whole life, he needs to finish. but is there ever an end? with what he's doing, not really. will he ever be satisfied? never.

additionally, he fears losing his mind in old age. things like dementia rattle him. the idea of being here but not really being here? inability to function and carry on his work? he's scared of death too, but something that degrades his mind over time is far scarier. it's something he values the most, and he can't stand the idea of it being taken from him.

[operationnestwrecker]

[ABC HEADCANON PROMPTS] // [ Z ] What would your muse be like in a zombie apocalypse? (I know it's too obvious a question but considering the game setting and all...)

[ Z ]What would your muse be like in a zombie apocalypse ?

If there was a complete world has ended Left 4 Dead or whatever apocalypse, HUNK would be able to get by actually pretty well on his own. He might drift in and out of whatever little pockets of humanity are left, offering to do supply in even the most zombie-infested cities.

HUNK doesn't really need people. He would pick going out killing a small town's worth of zombies over staying in one settlement of people any day. Especially if the people he's stuck with were rich and influential before the world went to shit. Those are the most annoying people, far as he is concerned.

Give the man weapons and things to kill, and maybe give him a small group of people for short social bursts from time to time, and he's pretty happy.

That said, he wouldn't just leave people to die. If there's a group of people who are dicks to him, he would prefer to kill them himself over letting zombies rip them apart- he can do it quick and painless, preferable to being eaten alive- and if they're not assholes, he would help them get to somewhere safe. He won't stick around too long after leading them to safety, but he'll help people out unless they're mean to him.

If one or two people chose to hang around HUNK, he wouldn't chase them off. He would try to drop them off somewhere if he could, but if they decided to stick around, find. HUNK will tolerate them, try to keep them alive, and maybe grow to like them. He probably wouldn't be too broken up about it if they happen to die, though.

[smilingwrxith]

[ sigh ] " What did you do ? "

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff !

Margaret simply smiled at the man, wagging her short tail behind her like a happy little dog having done a good deed whilst blood soaked the entirety of her chest and forelimbs. All of the blood was still glistening, meaning this act had transpired just moments ago out of sight of the cameras. Usually, she didn't care about being watched, but the boss made a heavy recommendation that she tear apart her prey... away from the cameras. At least so he could put his focus on other intruders (or however that excuse went).

"Nuffin.~" So sayeth the blood-soaked woman batting her eyes innocently at the nonplussed man before her.

"Buuuuuut you should prolly recheck y' inventory n' security cams in Zone... Five?? Whichever one! Y' got some sneaky bozos sniffin' around n' puttin' their grubby hands on y' goods.~"

She then pauses in thought.

"Also, y' got a free spot on th' payroll now. Yer welcome!~"

[incangencence]

[Muse Headcanons] Gene's sense is fashion is probably okay but I can imagine Eddie just like, recommending stuff for her to wear, real classy suits and other business type clothes because the clothes maketh the man (or woman in this case) and let's face it, he's vain af so he's gonna be a lil pushy because how can you NOT look the part when trying to show how much better you are than 99.9% that's everyone else???

[bring out your headcanons || always accepting]

Oh I absolutely love this, and so would Gene! In the early stages of her time in Gotham, I feel like she’s separated from The Master (until he makes his debut in the social scene) and doesn’t have access to the TARDIS closet — which she is absolutely pouting about.

Under normal circumstances, she’d be dressed to kill. On her own? She definitely falls back into old habits, making do with what she has, and while her clothes are MUCH higher quality now that she’s not paying for them (yay intergalactic sugar daddy) she would 100% let Eddie make recommendations. She would LOVE shopping with him, playing into his vanity, and just generally getting to indulge her equally vain little heart out whenever he’s around…

LET! THE BABIES! HAVE! SPREES!

[hopeturned]

Poke. Poke. A slightly harder poke follows as Edward nudges Batman with his cane, hesitant to bend down and put his face within punching range lest the vigilante was faking him out. "Are you alright, Dark Knight? Recite the alphabet backwards if you are not in need of my exemplary assistance." (All!Star shenanighans)

"Fuck off, Nygma." Chagrin settles in, inside Batman fumes. Just when he'd thought he had made peace with being in a different universe, the world throws him a loop.

“You really think I need your services?” A huff of breath leaves him, his hand grasping the end of the riddler's cane, tight as a vice. “You're more delusional than I thought.”