#idle rambles

[idledearest]

i have poppy playtime and dogday brainrot

i posted these on twt but im too lazy to type it again so here HAHAHA

i just rlly wish we spent more time with dogday and got to learn more about him :(((

had to add the last bit cuz i want it to be more tragic HAHAHA

[never-rxne]

YOUR GIRLFRIEND BETTER THAN A BOYFRIEND!! YOUR GIRLFRIEND BETTER THAN A BOYFRIEND!!;

I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT LOVE CUZ WE ARE I-DLE UH

I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT LOVE CUZ WE ARE I-DLE UH

[falbrightsplace]

What of Riddles and Murder?

I think I’ve left my Tumblr dormant long enough, don’t you? So let’s get into some analysis! Delve deep and see what we can see! And what better subject than one Edward Nygma! The Riddler!

But not just any Eddie.

No.

No.

No…

My favorite Riddler, the one who my own interpretation blends into the most (combined with a dash of Arkham and a fair bit of Pre-New 52 continuity rearranged)! Who, you ask! Who!!!

This smug bastard:

Zero Year Nygma is special for a lot of reasons. For one he’s a great amalgamation of what was old (the facial structure, nose, and being...well, ginger lend themselves to BTAS) and something delightfully new while touching on some beautiful, horrid symbolism (the Zorro mask is a prime example for the story he’s ‘debuting’ in). He’s also exceptionally violent in a way that simultaneously suits the Riddler in cavalier execution while being somewhat divergent in the sheer scale he inflicts said violence. That extends not just to the big event, but from his very introduction to the story.

The whole idea emerged due to talking with my roommate, a longtime friend who has been privy to every permutation and head canon I’ve carried for that gremlin over the years. In that moment I started to outline every single way he implies, instigates, or outright exacts some violence upon a person or the greater populace of Gotham City. Let’s walk through them, shall we?

From the outset of the story he was suggesting to Philip that the most efficient application of Occam's Razor is to Bruce’s throat. That it was the only option with the prodigal son setting a showdown with what had become a disgraced company in his absence. Even if the matter is tabled, rejected, and ultimately thrown back in his face it was one presented simply to prove that Eddie could read the board. A bone thrown on the pile as a means to validate himself and the clandestine power he held within that little cat’s cradle.

Not only does he push such an agenda with one of the more intense expressions of the arc (a stark contrast to his glib ennui at a baseline or the absolute mania of Savage City), he hints at that fact to Bruce himself after riling the young fledermaus up. Even if, contextually, he can’t understand it there’s a flex of “I know something you don’t know. Something you’d probably like to know. Something you need to know.” with deadly implications. All presented dull eyed and with a smirk after their game, a game he feels he’s thoroughly won on and off the board because those final words in the museum suggest that Mr. Wayne is in check and Edward will never have to see that particularly annoying piece ever again courtesy of the Red Hood Gang.

Then there’s the fact that he essentially pushed a very ill man to not only self experimentation, a deadly prospect in and of itself, but inspired what essentially became one of the most prolific (and horrific) strings of serial killings up to that point in the City’s history. All with silver tongued promises. All to cover for the theft of one Pamela Isley’s research in the panic between his own (comparatively) benign blackouts. And a guaranteed end to the murder weapon he had chosen, come hell or (literal) high water.

We’re already seeing a pattern within the violence of choice, yes? Before even arriving at the big ones it has the Riddler hallmark of being hands off. Yet there is something to be said of the frequency this young version of the villain chooses to employ it. Often while employing a sociopathic bit of emotional sleight of hand, putting on an impish face that can be perceived, at times, as downright goofy or even charming. That can truly mask how awful he is. Yet unlike some variants of the villain, he’s not pushed by a literal demon within the city’s heart or some deeply disturbing event which further cracked his psyche. He’s doing this from the outset and moving towards the trickster that people think of (we’re discounting King and some dismal attempts during the mid 2010’s to try and create a ‘dark’ Riddler renaissance in storytelling) rather than being pushed towards this outcome. Put a pin in that thought, it’ll come into the discussion as we move towards (petty, petty...petty) motivation in explaining how this creates a truly unique, petulant, bombastic and subtly terrifying version of this classic.

Back to the crimes for people who need a refresher!

After having effectively Karl Hellfern for everything his failing body and soul could take, he makes a show to Jim Gordon. We know the one. The string game. With a boulder. A more classic Riddler tact to be sure. Very in line with the death traps that cover an escape and yet the exception here is that there is no riddle. It’s simply physics: a promise of enough force to completely collapse a great part of that floor of a sturdily built office building. It’s a blunt statement wherein the only one playing is Edward himself. Which already suggests he’s stepping further and further into his persona while showing that vicious streak, now sparing that toxic green curtain he’d hide behind while putting on a performance that would put the Mighty Oz to shame. And there’s a glee to it. Literally holding something over someone’s head.

What can I say about the rupturing of the retaining walls? Of essentially setting up an impossible game on only the slimmest of chances. Eddie, your carnie background may have been struck from your resume but it definitely showed here. The results are catastrophic. If you’ve watched The Penguin, go take in the first scenes of Episode 3 again and imagine that while the city is under siege by a super storm of historic proportions. In a blackout. With no hope of anyone coming to save them. There are no pumps to steadily restore even vestigial use of not just certain sectors, but the city as a whole.The visuals are horrific in a way I do not think that the illustration team on this run could have depicted. Nor should anyone have to endure the sheer heartbreak of such grandiose tragedy presented in as visceral a manner as it could be. All played off to a man who comments only to himself, answers to only himself. With that same glibness he applies to all potential casualties. A dull look. A haphazard smirk that is absolutely at home for a Riddler, but given the circumstances? Might have been wiped off the faces of others if presented with such an option. Even for clout.

Savage City is simultaneously where Eddie truly goes from simply himself to elevating into The Riddler. His M.O. is established with the same odds as always: near nil. The difference is that rather than focusing the crime upon a target (either an object or a person as is often the case), he is indiscriminate and demanding that people play his game. In essence he is the Sphinx demanding souls step forward for sacrifice, languidly looking on and pondering what measures to employ. Lions. Truly. The man lives for circuses of his own making.

Then there’s the deployment of weaponized drones, a planned one given his understanding of the weapons tech at his disposal after essentially leaving the back door open to steal everything from under Kane’s nose. These are suppressive, deadly automatons. And while there is some whimsy, it is, perhaps, a much more brutal arm to employ to a darker end than say...Arkham Knight Riddler. They are there to snuff out the competition, to keep the game in perpetuity. If anyone works outside the parameters the promise is humiliation and death.

And let’s talk about that promise, shall we? He is not only a typical sore loser of a Riddler, he is violently so. Basically creating a MAD scenario in which the only way to not essentially ring out the death knell for Gotham was for the would be hero to have lethal current run through them. That wasn’t even a sure shot. Death surrounds Edward Nygma at this point. He is a Rube Goldberg machine of it. By design.

Basic summary, doesn’t quite do the horrors he inflicts justice. He honestly deserves his little cocoon at the end of the arc. Truly. And I say that with certainty. Because not only do we have his body of work for this stretch but we have blatant motivation. If BTAS Eddie grabbed a scalpel to take to Mockridge upon receiving his pink slip, what would you say ZY! Nygma grabbed? And more importantly, why? Because I can tell you that man did not load a several megaton bomb (comparatively) with razor edged bits of esoteric trivia due to being fired. No, the job was always something that could be tossed away. It was the fact that Philip suggested he wasn’t something extraordinary. It was the fact that in suggesting that Edward Nygma was no one at all, a mere cog that tied together greater machines (machines that could move on without him), little Eddie had an identity crisis. A terrible tantrum that turned all that focused calculation into a deathtrap for the world that his mind had could not fathom going on without acknowledging him. His work. His greatness. And in rampaging like a toddler, moving in the reverse trajectory of just about every other Riddler (who again, often are pushed) finds what actually brings him joy. The acclaim of Zero Year? Oh, boy, does he cling onto that like a washed up high school quarter back. Even going so far as to recreate aspects to spook people so they don’t forget. And yet it’s the game that keeps him going. The constant back and forth with the Bat. The joy of a diversion with stakes that demand complexity. And, perhaps, in this manic, destructive regression, the New 52 Riddler was born hanging in that special ward of Arkham in his defeat. Emerging more focused, perhaps a bit more cautious. Still mildly more violent than other iterations...but more historically himself.

And I find that fascinating.

[shadebloopnik]

This is gonna sound SOOO off or smthn but

Was the Perfect Family Harmony planned to be a weapon against the Bergens?

Long post ahead bc brain is rotting

Ok so as we know, the Perfect Family Harmony is smthn that's so powerful that its capable of shattering diamonds. Not just that but its one of the only thing capable of doing so(according to Floyd it was the only thing but giving the benefit of the doubt)

So we know its strong, and we saw it blasting off Velvet and Veneer off their platforms when they performed it, and they weren't even the targets, they were blasted away by just the shockwave that came with using it.

"Its that powerful."

Ok, so its definitely powerful enough to be used as a weapon right? Yeah it was relatively safe enough to use in front of a crowd, else they wouldn't have tried to do it during a concert, but that could just be when those harmonizing aren't targeting anything.

If it could shatter diamonds, how easily could it break cages? What would it do if it was used to target a Bergen? A whole Kingdom of Bergens?

Lets also go back to that concert, to that time John was obsessed with them getting it right. They were in the Troll tree, in Bergentown, a place where any of them could die during Trollstice. The Bergens were a huge threat, something that trolls, at their size, couldn't fight back against normally so they had to run instead right?

But what if they COULD fight back? What if they had a weapon so powerful that it might finally be able to free them? To defeat the monsters that tortured their kind for centuries?

What if John Dory found a way to help make sure nothing would threaten his brothers' safety ever again?

Like, it'd make John Dory's obsession make SOOO MUCH MORE SENSE

Like yea he clearly has OCD and anxiety and some bossiness and that definitely added to it all, but imagine if it was more than that?

Look at him during that performance. He was in deep. He had a wild look in his eyes, a sort of deranged obsession to have everything be perfect no matter what. It wasn't healthy, it was scary, maybe even downright terrifying for his brothers who had to be subjected to it.

But you know what else he looked like?

Terrified

Man was scared out of his mind. His anxiety and stress levels were through the roof. He probably was one wrong tune away from hyperventilating.

What if it was bc it was so much more than the fans? What if he put the salvation of the entire troll-kind on his shoulders?

One wrong step meant they were nothing.

One wrong step meant disappointing the fans.

One wrong step meant letting down the kingdom.

One wrong step meant another troll getting eaten.

Thats why when they failed, John blew up. He took all of that self-hatred of failing to use that weapon to defeat the bergens and poured it all onto his brothers.

"I know we can reach the Perfect Family Harmony."

"What if we don't want to."

John Dory, blind to how and WHY his brothers didn't want to follow his lead, felt betrayed.

To him, all he's ever done was to ensure their safety, everything was for the greater good. He'd done everything he could, his goals slowly twisting him into a crazed obsession. To hear his brothers say they didn't want to help anymore might've struck a cord too much. If you'd noticed he actually looked really sad and hurt when they started bringing up how much they hated being in the band, but it slowly twisted to anger instead. Kind of in a like, "I tried doing everything for these shts and THIS is how they repay me???" way. He was so stressed and stuck in his own head with his failures that he just couldn't see what his brothers were trying to say.

So in a fit of impulsive rage, he left. To him it probably was like that rlly childish way of saying "Yea im leaving, good luck dealing with the Bergens while im goneee." You know? Like how kids runaway from home when they get angry or upset over every little thing but come back when they realize how stupid that was?

"Im not allowed to change."

And he DID come back. Who knows how long, but he did. Imagine how he must've felt seeing their empty pod in an empty tree, with the knowledge that he could've done something about it. The Perfect Family Harmony could've saved them. They could've used it to break the cage, to fight the Bergens. Hell, it could've been powerful enough to wipe out all the Bergens if they do so wished.

"Im the oldest, I have to be the leader."

He and his brothers were the only ones who'd ever gotten close to getting it right.

"Why do you think I moved into the middle of nowhere? So I didn't have to be in charge of anyone."

The village was counting on them. Counting on him. He let them down. He failed.

"Freeing the village Four little brothers is a lot of responsibility."

They could've gotten it. If only John did it right. If only John did it differently.

If only John Dory was Perfect

[numberonetacostan]

Hello my buddies on the computer I will not be watching the stream today because tbh I don't really want to watch any ii related streams for the moment so I need you guys to please tell me about any announcements, lore details, or most importantly if TACO ever comes up. Tell me directly by interacting with this post, send me clips, send me time stamps, @ me in clips or posts about it, whatever. Just please keep me posted if you all would be so kind <3

[iraprince]

reposting thots frm bsky: JUMPING AROUND. LOVE KOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE SEEING nt99 questers congratulating each other on making little catches... bc that's the whole point thats how an oss works!!! divided focus!!! not everyone sees everything but SOMEONE will and shares that w the group!! ur a team!! RRAAAAAA [RIPS MY SHIRT OFF

some ppl focus on loving and supporting the user some ppl focus on "okay but jesus christ how do we. Functionally Get Out Of This" some ppl are distracted by horny some ppl are most interested in chipping away @ the mystery some ppl wanna Talk. +u need All those types in a functioning helpful osspop

i feel like ive said this before. oh well. still excited abt it. so so so fun and engaging to see things organically coming together in a way that like!!! validates (for lack of a better term?) and supports the kind of story i hoped would happen!!! THANK U FOR PLAYING GAMES W ME. POSES CUTELY

i expected it would bc like. questers aren't reacting this way Because of how the oss is presented, the oss as a concept is inspired by what i know abt questers after all these years. but still just v fun + cool to witness. yay collaborative art!! yay roleplaying games!!! yay interactive fiction!!!!

[kumakechi]

messed around with model swaps the other day. finally. my playable yosuke dreams can be real... after spending an hour getting the animations to work properly

[VD: a video of persona 4 golden gameplay, where the player character model has been swapped with yosuke's model. he runs in circles in the shopping district]

[phinnking]

Was thinking about how eye-pocalypse avatars were dealt with after the fact (and how all that is described in tmagp) and it got me thinking about unwilling avatars, namely Jordan Kennedy (the exterminator guy trapped in ant hell that jon ..... "saves"). Assuming that we get to hear more about the post-200 archives universe (which i think we will considering there are some things that were left out in Georgie/Melanie's first description of it to Sam that would be very pertinent to what's happening now), it would be really interesting to either hear about/hear directly from Jordan. Because where would he go from there? Did everybody in the domains hate him too? Does he hate himself for it? Is he involved with the efforts going on in London now or has he tried to disappear and forget? Given the longevity of his character in tma and the fact that he's a unique case that we never really got to hear the proper "end" of, I wouldn't be surprised if he's at the very least mentioned again

[idl3dr3ams]

so guys

As I was driving to cadets

I was listening to mag160. Bc that's the next episode I wanna memorize

And I was just

Y'know

Reciting the whole You who watch and know and comprehend none... etc. etc. spiel

Because obviously I have THAT memorized

and uh.

I noticed that after that finished and the world broke

A cloud moved away from the sun but the other clouds around it were still there

And it looked like an eye

:3

[residentialsinyomakai]

HAD to draw this up rq because FOLKLORE FRENZY FANS STAY WINNING....

[technikki]

ithink brothership was one of the best games for peach out of all the rpgs i absolutely adore peach in this game. STOP abducting princess peach that woman was meant to go on adventures with her bestie starlow and a weird gang of autistic kids that are the embodiment of "i'm 11 and i don't care if i die"

[idledearest]

my brain’s thinking of the horrible implications that pokey’s sniggles are probably the most terrifying of the bunch cuz they’re either just mindless singing ventriloquist zombies with no consciousness of their own (and are a lot creepier and eerie than the people in tgwdlm) esp since he most likely takes his anger out on them this way too. just a lot worse.

cuz it seems wiggly’s sniggles are fine, nibbly’s too, havent heard from tinky’s yet, and blinky’s.. well, they’re still probably a lot better than pokey’s; as long as they dont piss him off. pokey on the other hand just outright dislikes having sniggles.

or just dead dead. like he just killed them all. could be both depending on how unsatisfied he feels.

would be an interesting concept to draw.. guess ill be adding that to my list of things to draw haha

[ghost-qwq]

Tbh I wish Fallout 3 companions had the idle dialogue of 4 companions.... I want to hear Butch complain because this place is too messy or too clean or about how much he hates how dark/bright it is

[shadebloopnik]

I just realized how healing it must've been for Odysseus to blame Poseidon. To finally realize and confront the god and tell him that "Hey you know what? FUCK you, this is YOUR fault." Because yea he made some stupid decisions, but in the end, it was Poseidon who went too far. Poseidon who killed his men. Poseidon who didn't forgive. Poseidon who wouldn't have mercy. Poseidon who made him a monster.

How many times do you think he was on that cliff, on those shores all those year, telling himself it was all his fault? How long do you think he stayed up each night, telling himself it was all his fault, all his. How it was him who killed his men.

And yes, he may have contributed to their deaths, but he didn't kill them. He wasn't the only reason they died.

He was just as much a victim.

He's done enough repenting. Done enough beating himself, punishing himself with guilt.

Now its time to punish the true killer, all in the name of his friends

[gunnrblze]

Kicks version of elevator music

[windsweptinred]

Have you ever stopped and given real thought as to why you like a character? I mean really thought about it. Beyond, they're my precious baby girl, I wish to die melted into a puddle of goo at their gorgeous feet. (Both valid points mind.) But do it, pick a most beloved blorbo and really think why something about them calls to you so much. You with all your own unique life experiences and perseptions. Why them?

There's some profound self realisation waiting right there.