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[solar-evant]

Side Blogs:

I have multiple side blogs for all of the fandoms I'm in! So if you wanna check out stuff I've written or posted, check out the following:

(Note* I will update this as I make new blogs, and some blogs may be rather empty)

Harry Potter [mostly marauders]: @marauder-ing-your-heart Hannibal [NBC]: @will-graham-slut-era Merlin [BBC]: @beloved-merthur Grishaverse [Shadow and Bone]: @bones-for-sure Good Omens: @chaotically-ineffable-husbands The Sandman [Netflix]: @dreaming-of-morpheus The Maze Runner: @newtie-and-tommy Shadow Hunters [Netflix]: @lightwood-bane-sassmaster-69 Patrochilles [the greek mythos and soa]: @endlesslydevoted-patrochilles Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint [mostly joongdok]: @joongdok-stellar-collision DC: @dc-eased Slytherin Boys: @riddlemethis-or-riddlemethat

[atidge2far]

And then thems/fems/and baddies out here in fashion without pockets, when we do have money and goals sometimes. #riddlemethat

[skyshop007]

(via tricky boy Metal Print by rajaramhonda)

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[gorillie]

Riddle me this Gorillie😁 Take a guess in the comment👇🤣 #gorillie #fyp #kids #viral #gorillieriddle #riddle #jokes #familytime #GuessChallenge #riddlemethis #riddlemethat #riddlesdaily #trending

[riddlesdotcom]

Riddle of the day. Visit https://www.riddles.com/2060 to get the answer. ‪#riddleoftheday‬ ‪#riddles‬ ‪#riddle‬ ‪#riddler‬ #riddlemethis ‪#riddlemethat‬ https://www.instagram.com/p/CR_yXkGnhgT/?utm_medium=tumblr

[melaninisntcheap]

how do you tell someone you like them? 👂🏾😘

[lost-ends-found]

blown out of proportion

it breaks

full of nothing but your heaves

it takes

sometimes it goes flying

through the air

but often it drops

to gravity's care

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[authorlaurabirzulis]

Drop a riddle in the comments!

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[jjenkinsphoto]

Riddle me this...I am not alive, but I grow; I don’t have lungs, but I need air; I don’t have a mouth, but water kills me? ❓❓❓ Riddler | @loralunara Event | @c2e2 Inspiration | @dccomics Photographer | @jeffjenkinsphotography ————————————— BEST WAY TO SUPPORT ME IS TO LIKE, COMMENT, FOLLOW AND TURN ON POST NOTIFICATIONS. ————————————— FOLLOW THE LINKS IN BIO IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO FURTHER SUPPORT MY WORK. ————————————— ©️ DO NOT CROP & RE-EDIT PHOTOS / ALWAYS ADD PHOTOGRAPHER / COSPLAYER CREDITS WHEN SHARING ©️ ————————————— #riddler #batman #joker #gotham #gothamseason #dccomics #amazingcosplay #theriddler #riddles #dc #riddle #riddlemethis #epiccosplay #edwardnygma #riddleoftheday #oswaldcobblepot #riddlemethat #cosplayersofinstagram #harleyquinn #riddlestory #dcuniverse #gothamcity #hotcosplay #genderbentcosplay #cosplaygirls #brainteaser #robin #c2e22020 #c2e2 (at Gotham City) https://www.instagram.com/p/CByLvv7jAD0/?igshid=v1oeefybgjjd

[nb-boutique]

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[capsulecomputers]

Is Pine Studio's The Academy: The First Riddle the start of a new puzzle franchise or the first and the last The Academy game? Find out in our review.

[thedreamylass]

Riddle me This!⁣ ⁉️⁣ ⁣ Can you guess the answers of these riddles from famous books?⁣ ⁣ If yes, tell me the answers.⁣ ⁣ Let's see who gets them all right.⁣ ⁣ No Googling! ⁣ ⁣ Drop your answers in the comments below.⁣ ⁣ #riddles #riddle #puzzles #brainteaser #puzzle #brainteasers #riddlemethis #escaperoom #games #riddlestory #riddleoftheday #fun #riddler #braingames #riddlesdaily #riddlemethat #clues #books #bookstagram #book #reading #booklover #bookworm #bookish #bookstagrammer #booknerd #literature #booksbooksbooks #thedreamylass #Iamanawesomeinfluencer https://www.instagram.com/p/CBiOkbyHtFI/?igshid=1cc7nopg5aumx

[stevehatguy]

Thanks to @artofbjf for the suggestion! #theriddler #riddler #riddlemethis #riddlemethat #riddlemethisbatman #edwardnygma #batman #batmanvillains #dccomics #dccomicsvillains #batmanrogues #batmanroguesgallery #gotham #gothamcity #dccomicsfanart #ipadpro #ipadproart #procreate #procreateapp #cartoonistsofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/BxpjBtkFfNP/?igshid=1xt9d2y5qc9uw

[sometricker-blog]

Noone guessed it😱try it again, hint: Tool 🤔every person who guessed it gets 2 points🤩🥇 . . . . #guesswhatisthis #riddlemethat #riddlesdaily #photoriddles #riddles #riddle #riddler #guesswhat #sometricker #puzzle #challenges #zoomed #guessgame #newgame #gamefun #funnygame #guess #whatisthis https://www.instagram.com/p/ByH5KP0oTWQ/?igshid=1qpzio2jf0qun

[isaflynns]

The Riddler’s Casino | Discord

Summary: Isabella visits Edward’s new casino for his birthday

Written by: @isaflynns and @riddle-me-that

Isabella: This definitely wasn't somewhere Isabella felt comfortable. She sat at the bar, her back ramrod straight, and declined the bartender's offer of a drink. The music was far too loud, there were too many drunk people, and she hated gambling on principle. She would have come somewhere like this when she was Query, but certainly not now. She had to be here, of course, to show support for the Riddler's new venture. That was what friends did. And they were friends now. At least, that was what she reminded herself constantly as she looked out across the crowd, searching for Edward. They did have a few acquaintances in common, but she wasn't sure she would be comfortable around Oswald or Harley just then, not when she felt so unsettled.

Ed: He couldn't help but feel good about the man before him. Through everything, the thick and thin. They were still somehow friends. Ed wondered if Oswald knew how much it meant to him. Oswald was truly his first real friend. The first to accept the Riddler for who he was. The first person he told about the murders. He breathed out a sigh. He knew their relationship had more faults then Edward knew what to do with, but Oswald was still his best friend. He opened his mouth to say that to Oswald, to explain to him how it felt to still have him there at his side but at the corner of his eye, he noticed a blonde up-do. Enough to distract him from his friend. Pulling his gaze from Oswald, Isabella now caught his full attention. She came? She was sitting at the bar, behind of a few people who sat by himself and Oswald. Ed slowly moved himself, gripping onto the bar as he leaned out to get a better look at the woman. "I- I uh-" The Riddler's words stuttered out unnaturally. Sounding a bit too much like Ed, he shook his head and turned his gaze back to Oswald. Reaching forwards again to hold his hand more properly again. "Oswald, I don't know how to express this... but- you" He said. "I'm very thankful to you for coming. You know how much I care about you and I'm beyond thrilled that you of all people like the way I've put together my casino. But please, start drinking without me. I have some sudden business to attend to, my friend, but I will be right back." He said before letting go of Oswald's hand and slipping off of the barstool, making his way to Isabella.

"What are you doing here?" He got out. Nothing about the words were as graceful as he wanted them. It sounded almost rude. Much ruder than intended. "I-I wasn't... I didn't think you'd come."

Isabella: She turned sharply when she heard him. She should have expected this -- she'd been hoping he would approach her -- but she was still surprised. What are you doing here? It sounded abrupt, and she raised her eyebrows at him. For all of his confidence and egotism, the Riddler apparently had Edward's terrible manners. But then, even more shockingly, he corrected himself. Isabella's disbelievingly amused expression changed into a genuine smile.

"Hello to you too, Riddler," she said. "Of course I came. You can't think I'd forget what day it is? Oh! That reminds me!" She dug into her handbag, carefully reaching past her copy of Pet Sematary, and found a small box, wrapping in emerald green tissue paper. "Happy birthday," she announced, holding it out for him with a small smile.

Ed: Edward took a cautious seat beside her. Unlike Oswald, she called him by his name. He didn't want to correct his friend at the time due to Oswald's generosity. But it was nice, hearing her call him by the name he wanted to be called. She was respecting him as the Riddler. The side of him that she was never overly fond of. Ironically. Considering the woman preferred the Riddler's attitude when they were getting intimate together. He smiled a bit when she took out a gift for him. "So we're taking this friendship thing seriously then?" He asked before taking the box from her and giving her a careful smile before unwrapping it. "Don't tell me it's a ring?" He joked, though it came out unbelievably awkward and not at all as smooth as he was hoping.

Isabella: "Oh no, I was joking," Isabella replied, in a jokingly sarcastic tone. It was odd, how much this felt like Edward. She knew it wasn't -- she reminded herself of that fact repeatedly -- but he was smiling and joking with her, the way Edward would have done. It made it a lot easier to consider him a friend. She'd meant it when she'd offered friendship to the Riddler -- she needed him in her life, and it was preferrable to being his enemy. But hearing him gently tease her about it was still surprising. It was coming so easily. She was able to admit when she was wrong, and she had been very wrong about the Riddler.

He took the box from her, and asked if it was a ring, and she stared at him, stricken. The light-hearted, jovial, atmosphere vanished, and she felt herself blush like an idiot. "No, of course it's not a ring!" she said, slightly hysterical. She'd bought him a pair of emerald crusted cufflinks in the shape of question marks. It was extremely on the nose, and he probably already had a pair just like them, but she'd wanted to use it as a peace offering, as a sign that she did mean it when she said she wanted to be his friend. And now she had no idea what to say.

"It's cuff-links," she blurted out. "I know you probably have too many already, but I thought you would like them. It was just something I saw that made me think of you. It's certainly not a ring. I wouldn't --" And then she realised. This was a test. It had to have been. A game or a test to see how she would respond to a blatant marriage reference. He was like a scientist, prodding at her sanity to see how it reacted. She sat up a little straighter, and her guard went up at once, her blush fading. "Why did you ask me that, Riddler? It wasn't very funny, you know."

Ed: Edward smiled a bit at the woman's words. They were joking again, like they used to. His gaze fell deep into Isabella's beautiful green eyes, suddenly reminded that they were his favourite shade. It was almost hard, staring at the very things that initially drew Edward to Kristen Kringle. He cleared his throat and averted his gaze again, staring down at he little box now in his hands. Though her response to his terrible joke made him jump a bit. Taking a second to compose himself. She almost sounded a bit crazy there. His stomach turned as the Riddler was reminded of the way she spoke to him that day at the farmhouse. A gun to his head.

Flustered by his own stupid reaction, he tried not to make eye contact with her again. A bit shocked with himself that he'd be stupid enough to still be startled by her. He chuckled awkwardly, shaking his head as she blurted out that they were cufflinks. Riddler opened the box and smiled they were a beautiful pair. She knew he'd like them. He placed the box on the bar and began removing his current cufflinks, placing them into his jacket pocket before taking out the new ones and attaching the new ones.

Sighing at her question as he struggled with the right cuff. "Isabella," He said, "It was nothing more then a joke. You know jokes have never really been my strong suit. No matter what I do, I've never been the best at social interactions. I'm sorry about that." He said, letting out a little frustrated sound as he couldn't seem to get the second one. "Do you mind--?" He asked for her help with it awkwardly.

Isabella: The Riddler flinched, and Isabella went completely still. What had she done? Was it her tone? She'd been frantic to dismiss his comment about a ring, and she'd sounded too hysterical, too much like she had in the farmhouse, when everything had been a blur of madness and irritation and tension. In her excitement about their burgeoning friendship, she'd slipped. If this was Edward you would have been more careful, she thought, harshly. And it was true. She had been so careful, since regaining her sanity, to tread lightly around him, and not scare him. Why didn't she offer the Riddler that same courtesy?

He didn't look at her, and she found that she couldn't look at him either. Guilt, thick and choking, like bile, settled in her chest. She wanted to apologise for speaking too shrilly, but he didn't acknowledge it, so neither did she. He took the cuff-links out of their box and smiled. It was a relief to see. When he immediately put them on too, she smiled too, but still didn't look him in the eye.

I'm sorry about that. Did the Riddler just apologise? Forgetting her nerves for a moment, she turned to look at him, and opened her mouth slightly, but didn't speak. Not only that, but he wanted her help? He was fine with her touching his wrists, where she'd grabbed him and hauled his arms above his head, handcuffing him to a bed? "Of course," she replied, softly. And she reached out and carefully did his cuff-link up, the way she had done years ago, when they were still a couple. She moved slowly, deliberately, so as not to startle him, and then rested her hands on her lap, where he could see them. "You didn't need to apologise. I'm sorry. I assumed the worst. I need to stop doing that." She offered him a smile. "I suppose neither of us are used to this friendship thing, are we?"

Ed: She was being so careful with him. So slow, and he knew why. She had managed to startle him with nothing more then her voice. The Riddler. Someone she had once feared, so long ago. After his escape from Arkham, when he was able to control her life like one of the prison guards who hurt him for misbehaving or who took away the only source of sanity he had after Isabella stopped showing up. His playing cards. That fear- that utter respect was gone now. The tables had completely turned a year ago. That day he woke up cuffed to the bed, listening to her delicate singing.

It was a bit pathetic, he thought. One week of her controlling his life, and even his more intelligent, emotionless side, had a reaction to her. It was only one week, a year ago. He should be over it by now. He shouldn't still be waking up in a sweat, after dreaming about some odd detail about his time under Isabella's control. She was sorry, it was clear to him now. She'd lost her mind. And didn't he deserve it? For killing Kristen? Wasn't this just... what he deserved?

God, was he ever thinking like Ed. What was she doing to him. He shook his head and let out an oddly nervous chuckle. Watching as she finished with his cufflink. She was apologizing now and his eyes shifted to meet her. Taking in the sweet words. She's the one at fault here, not you. She's the one in the wrong. Edward thought. Feeling a bit better about himself now. "No," He agreed, pushing his glasses up. "We're not. Yet. I suppose we'll just spend a little more time together." He said. "Would you like a drink, Isabella? I can get you one."

Isabella: He pushed his glasses up his nose in such an Edward-like gesture that Isabella smiled, some of the awkwardness fading.  She should have expected this. They were both on edge, unused to each other's company. And she had to be more careful -- getting hysterical and shrill simply wasn't an option. There were still ticks, still things she did, which brought her up short, because they reminded her so much of that version of herself. It was more embarrassing that she could begin to say, that she'd been so... ridiculous. She vaguely remembered spinning around the farmhouse's living room, dancing by herself to Doris Day and Elvis Presley, singing old love songs while Edward lay handcuffed in the bedroom.

"I suppose we should," she agreed quietly, trying to pull herself back to the present. She was sane now. She would never, ever, go back to being what she was. The Riddler offered her a drink, and she smiled gratefully. "I would love one, thank you," she said, primly. "Dealer's choice. That's what they say, isn't it?" She'd read the phrase somewhere, but never used it in conversation. "I meant to say, this place is amazing," she added, wanting to change the topic from their relationship. She looked around the casino appreciatively. "I can't say I'm a gambler -- I'm sure you know that -- but the decor is beautiful."

[kevinthompsons]

👶 - As a kid, what were they like?

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👶 – as a kid, what were they like?

I’ve talked about Kevin many, many, times before, but honestly, you could fill a book with my thoughts on Kevin, so I’ll happily do it again. (Also, when I refer to Kevin, within replies and memes, I’m talking about Kilgrave before he took on his moniker, mostly during his childhood and teenage years. If I say “Kilgrave”, then I’m talking about him as an adult.)

There are two distinct halves to Kevin’s childhood – before he got his powers, and after. Before he got his powers, Kevin was a sickly child, but he still had a nurtured sense of his own self-importance. Because he was ill all the time, and dangerously so, everyone he knew was worried about him, and he was fussed over constantly. Even before his illness (which I headcanon to be JALS) progressed to a very serious stage, he was still sickly and weak enough to need to be taken care of, and this ingrained, in him, a sense of entitlement and an unpleasant selfishness. His parent’s lives revolved around him, and around keeping him alive.

Even though it was horrible for him, and he hated the hospital trips and the doctors and the surgeries – and especially later, when his parents took him out of mainstream hospitals, and tried to save him themselves – and he didn’t really understand why they were doing any of it, or that they weren’t simply torturing him out of sadism, their lives still revolved around him. And, over the decades, he’s airbrushed his own childhood, and only really remembers the pain and suffering they caused him, without remembering why they were doing it, or how ill he was.

So, before he got his powers, Kevin was a quiet, socially awkward, child. He was taken out of school at a very young age – so young, in fact, that his formal education stopped when he was about 8, when he got too sick to attend a regular school – and thus, developed very few social skills. His parents’ overbearing and proper attitudes meant that he had a very stilted manner of speaking, learned from them, and practically no empathy. He never felt loved by his parents. He felt valuable, but not valued, and that’s a very important distinction.

After he got his powers, all of those traits were magnified to a disgusting level. He became every Creepy Child trope. He wielded his mind control with all the selfishness of a normal child, with an added lack of empathy and shallow emotional framework. He often tormented his parents, the way he felt they had tormented him.

(For a quick example, from this Discord: “When Kevin had been a child, his father had wet himself in front of him. He’d been going on and on about needing to go to the toilet, but Kevin hadn’t looked up from his Nintendo, and just told him to be quiet. His mum and dad were standing there, watching him play Kid Icarus, and he had remembered telling them to watch a few hours ago. At the order, his dad had stopped whining, and there had been no sound except the click of his Nintendo controller. And then his mum had said oh, Albert. And then Kevin had looked over at them and seen it.”)

He got everything he wanted – toys, video games, clothes, food. He ate ice cream for every meal for days on end, until he got sick and forced his parents to take care of him. They acted out his every childish whim, his every impulse, and his shallow emotions never developed. He never really grew up from that point on, but his appetites changed to more grown up ones. His parents abandoning him had a profound effect on him, and he sought out other adults to take care of him, but never saw a real family dynamic in action. He invaded people’s homes, their families, and forced them to take care of him, but he never grew up.

I could go on forever about Kevin, but this is long enough already, so I’ll leave it here!