View allAll Photos Tagged riddle
12-unit version of Little Riddle model folded with tant paper. I'm not sure if 30-unit version can be assembled.
Designer: Ekaterina Lukasheva
Created: 2015
Folder: Ekaterina Lukasheva
Parts: 12
Paper's size : 7.5 cm square
Paper: tant
Joined with : nothing
Other Riddle models
For this Friday I suggest this riddle ...
Have fun guessing !
La Devinette du Jour ...
amusez vous devinant !
Last night I made the trip into downtown LA to watch this band. The club/bar they were playing at was incredibly dark. It was a night of exploring ISO 3200.
A box without hinges, key, or lid, Yet golden treasure inside is hid (JRR Tolkein - The Hobbit)
Strobist info: SB700 on 1/2 power, bounced off ceiling and triggered wirelessly.
So i found this on ebay a few weeks ago, and I've had it since then, I've just been waiting to post it cause I was unsure about the legality of it haha but I've seen others post them so I figured what the heck.
Anyways, this fig is awesome. The printing and design is flawless, and it makes me pretty excited for the rest of The Lego Batman Movie sets to come out.
Also featuring those other three figs I've probably posted before.
Riddles '4MT' 2-6-4T no.80080 heads past Burrs Country Park, Bury, in lovely sunlight, with the 16:00 Bury-Rawtenstall train.
“You did it, Ed. You won.”
Riddler tugged the broken piece of his cane out of Empress’ body, smiling at Pamela, “I did, didn’t I...”
Ivy tried to hide her anger, her absolute lividity, as she stared at Riddler.
He narrowed his eyes at her and laughed a small bit, “But it seems you lost.”
“What?” Pam raised an eyebrow at Riddler, trying to keep up the act.
“Oh, come the fuck on, Pamela. I’m the smartest man you’ll ever meet. You weren’t playing on Empress’ side, you weren’t playing on mine. You were trying to ‘save’ Gotham. What a bullshit goal.”
Ivy gritted her teeth and extended a vine whip, “How DARE YOU!”
“How dare I? How dare you betray me like this...after all I’ve done for you!”
“All you’ve done?! What you’ve done is made me kill for your precious goal of ruling Gotham or being some god of intelligence! You killed those men, Edward. All those years ago. Not me. But your sick mind made me think I did!”
Riddler grinned, “Well then I’ll be sure to pin Esmeralda’s death on you.”
Ivy growled in anger and lunged at Riddler, who quickly stabbed her in the leg with the cane, “That was a stupid plan...”
He picked Ivy up by the lapel of her jacket and pulled out power-dampening cuffs, slapping them onto her wrists as she faded from consciousness. Riddler laughed again.
“You’ll be in a rather different place when you wake up...”
As seen in The Lego Batman Movie.
As pics of the figs come out, i'll probably be doing more and more villains based on the designs in the movie, just to see how well they work as normal designs. Thus: Here's Eddie Nigma, the first of a few I already have done.
Let me know what you think!
The Talon brought Riddler into a dark room beneath the factory. He assumed that the room led out into the sewers, and then led into the labyrinth he designed for Batman. The Owls took that plan from him, sadly.
“You will stay here until a member of the Court comes, Mr. Nygma.”
Nygma nodded as the Talon left, and waited for a few minutes until the door opened again. A man in a suit with an owl mask stepped in. Some rich debutant who believed himself to be superior to the rest of Gotham. Riddler didn’t blame him. You’d have to be superior to keep something like the Court secret from an entire city for decades.
“Greetings, Mr. Nygma.”
“Hi there.”
The Court member placed his hands behind his back, “You have quite a reputation, Mr. Nygma. You’ve killed many of your enemies...and your allies...”
The Riddler leaned on his cane, “Correct.”
“Well, I’ve thought about your deal, and I have decided that it will have a marvelous endgame. However, we need to test you first...consider this a trial run.”
“I’m listening...”
“If we help you take over the underground, you must not hurt or kill any of your allies no matter what. We don’t want traitors wearing the mask, Mr. Nygma.”
The Riddler thought for a moment, going over the allies that he did have currently, and agreed with himself that he wouldn’t hurt any of them.
“Very well. Give me an army and you have your deal.”
Finally a proper picture of my newest boy, Riddle. He's got a faceup now as well, though I'll probably re-do it eventually, since this one kind of sucks.
He's a Minifee Juri'11 and gosh, I am so glad I have him <3
Update: The right answer was given by Philip, klik hier.
It's a WINDMILL
---------------------------------------------------
Thank you all so much for guessing ...
The right answer hasn't been given so far ...
Lokofil ... you came closest :-)
So, here's a hint --> The background is not water, but SKY ... :-)
But ... I must admit: it really looks like ripples in the water.
“I fail to see the reason we’re visiting this...fool...” Nygma kicked up some dust on the floor of the building he and Black Mask had entered.
“Carter is a smart man, and if there is a ‘war’ coming, you’ll need this guy. He’s a jackass though.” Roman answered.
The two men walked up a few stairs and onto a platform with a large compass inlet into the panels. A bellowing British voice echoed through the dark building.
“Ah! Mr. Nygma and Roman! I knew you two would stray into my hemisphere someday!”
A man stepped out of the shadows and onto the compass platform. He wore respectable clothes, topped off with a giant globe on his head.
This was Hammond Carter, the Globe.
Nygma sneered, “Hello Mr. Carter.”
“My name is the Globe, Edward! Hammond Carter doesn’t run the most successful global heist syndicate in the world, the Globe does! I’m more successful than Roman was in his glory days, hah!”
Black Mask flicked at the trigger on his gun, “You’re still just a dumbass, Carter. You have a fucking globe on your head.”
The Globe turned to Black Mask and laughed, “This is no globe, it is a computerized tracking device! I can see every one of my agents all across the world at all times!” He spun the globe around on his head with his right hand.
Riddler was growing tired of this, “Mr. Carter, the Globe, whatever the hell you want to be called...I need your help.”
The Globe tilted his head at Riddler, “You do hmm? You didn’t seem to when you were making that think tank of yours...”
Riddler really didn’t want to come, but Roman insisted. Here was the reason why. Globe kept grudges.
“You see, the thing about this tracker, is it’s all in real time...in fact, 6 of my agents are closing in on you two as we speak...how’s that for smart, Nygma?”
Riddler rolled his eyes beneath his mask and took his cane into both hands, “Take care of the agents, Roman. I have the Globe...”
__________________________________________
Outlining a Theory of General Creativity . .
. . on a 'Pataphysical projectory
Entropy ≥ Memory ● Creativity ²
__________________________________________
Riddle of the day:
I am full of my answers,
but orphan of my clues.
...
Je suis plein de mes réponses,
mais orphelin de mes définitions.
__________________________________________
This is a riddle for the Brain Food : Riddles group (Please read the Rules of the group).
If you think you have the answer to the riddle send me a message, please don't reveal all in a comment. Even if you don't play, you are welcome to leave comments.
__________________________________________
| . rectO-persO . | . E ≥ m.C² . | . co~errAnce . | . TiLt . |
"Riddle me this, What's green and found in your wallet?"
I really like the version they had in The LEGO Batman Movie but I think that old torso is just perfect.
Toronto Fan Expo, Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Judges 14:12
And Samson said to them, “Let me now put a riddle to you. If you can tell me what it is, within the seven days of the feast, and find it out, then I will give you thirty linen garments and thirty changes of clothes,
“It’s simple. We merely need to find the Signal Man’s...signal, as it were.” the Riddler stated to his team.
They all looked at the man confused. Black Mask was the first to speak.
“Tell me, Nygma, how the hell are we gonna track his signal with no power.”
Mad Hatter spoke next, after taking a sip of his tea, “Yes, this plan seems positively mad!” He began to giggle.
“Youse came up with a dumb plan. Do ya even have a computah in this dingy place? Not that it’d mattah.”
“Mr. Scarface, please! I’m sure Mr. Nygma has a plan to enact this plan!” the Ventriloquist pleaded with his puppet.
Empress Penguin smirked, “Seems convoluted, but yes I am sure Mr. Nygma has another plan.”
“Thank you, Esmeralda. Yes, I do have another plan. We simply need a generator.”
“Where the hell are we gonna get a generator, Nygma...”
“The hospital, of course.”
Love this shot. This is my Greg Capullo Edition Riddler figure, backlit with my Riddler trophy.
This picture makes me insanely happy.
« If you appreciate my work and would like to support me becoming an independent photographer, become a Patreon supporter at www.patreon.com/alexdehaas, or buy me a coffee at www.buymeacoffee.com/alexdehaas :) »
Your word's to me just a whisper
Your face is so unclear
I try to pay attention
Your words just disappear
'Cause it's always raining in my head
Forget all the things I should have said
So I speak to you in riddles
Cause my words get in my way
I smoke the whole thing to my head
And feel it wash away
'Cause I can't take anymore of this
I want to come apart
Or dig myself a little hole
Inside your precious heart
I am nothing more than a little boy inside
That cries out for attention
Yet I always try to hide
'Cause I talk to you like children
Though I don't know how I feel
But I know I'll do the right thing
If the right thing is revealed
Epiphany, Staind
Photographed by Raymond Daley at on the 29th August 2020 at the Trafalgar square Covid 19, Anti Lockdown protests.
Riddles Standard 5 73080 Merlin passes Bournemouth Central Goods Signalbox in the 1960's with a freight. The loco spent most of its later years at Weymouth and was one of twenty Standard 5's on the Southern Region carrying names of withdrawn King Arthur class locos. As a Weymouth engine it was a regular visitor to Bristol on Summer Saturdays and was withdrawn from Weymouth (70G) in December 1966 and scrapped at Cashmores Scrapyard, Newport.
The Patrick O'Brien Collection