#escape games my beloved

[natjennie]

nothing makes me want to play d&d more than little in character props. when the bad kids are riffling through aguefort's office and brennan hands them pieces of paper for the payroll information. ouuauguuhhhhh baby I want that so bad.

[tatsuyam]

Spent a long time in this world so far so I'm proud of the progress I've made :^)

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[unexpectedstormy]

Floor and bed for the ask game?

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“So, uh, would you like the floor or the bed?” Wild asked loudly over the rushing of water.

“Considering that the floor of the sea cave is covered in four feet of water and crashing waves, I’ll take the bed.” Hyrule said as Wild helped pull him up out of the seawater and onto the sandstone ledge.

“We’ll have to share then,” Wild said scooting over as far as he could hunching his shoulders to accommodate the low ceiling. “It’ll be pretty cozy.” Hyrule crawled to the wall and sat down with his back against the concave curve of the stone and his feet dangling over the edge of the ledge.

“Yeah. Cozy.” Hyrule looked down at his soaked and sandy clothing. He shivered. “I don’t know about you, but I’m not going to be able to sleep a wink.”

“Neither will I,” Wild said bringing his knees to his chest. “How long do you think it will take the tide to turn and we can get out of here?”

“I’m no sailor, but from what I understand… probably seven to ten hours,” Hyrule guessed.

“This is going to be a long night,” Wild lamented.

“It sure will be,” Hyrule agreed.

[fandom-with-no-hope]

My best friend my bestie sharing the Inscryption brainrot <- we will literally make a real life card deck to play Inscryption with friends because we are mentally ill

[ishizizzle]

I love stardew valley yall ☕️☀️🌻

Edit: Stardew blog

[300iqprower]

Evil Within is an epitomally “me” game because the actual execution is hot garbage but all the fundamentals are so good that i want to play it regardless

[sgcairo]

Oh boy, guess who got slammed with the Hokai Star Rail fixation :]

[celepeace]

Sometimes I'm surprised that monster hunter isn't more popular among the creature design and spec evo corners of tumblr, at least the portions that also play video games, and then I remember that it's just about as hard as soulsborne games (I'd argue some specific entries are even harder) but doesn't have any of the atmospheric or story elements to attract people. It gets by on sheer gameplay alone and isn't a pvp game either. There is no way to make the game easier besides picking one of the less mechanically complex weapons and git gud. If it wasn't for the neat dinosaurs I couldn't think of a game less alluring to the average tumblr user

[seagullcharmer]

sigh. it's just been a rough month. i'm trying to take it easy on myself because this is the Bad Month for me (seasonal depression, anniversary issues, coldest month of the year typically which exacerbates my pain) but goll-y. nothing is going right and i'm so disappointed in myself. lol

[hishima]

why is twewy more of a time loop story than neo, which has a literal time travel mechanic

[hecksupremechips]

Mental illness has increased by 50% because i finished one of my classic play throughs of 999. I am going to become much much more annoying for the next month or so

[randbitb]

I dunno if that counts or not, but the symbolism in your artwork is just... makes me feral. I always find myself looking for all the little hidden details you throw in. WHICH IS WHY whenever I'm on a call with you and you send me art, I yell "ENHANCE IMAGE!" because I zoom in as close as possible. And yeah, I did this with the recent SmallishBeans pin-up like one you did for Joel propaganda in the mcyt tumblr sexyman contest. I have no shame, I'll admit it without anonymous on.

Basically, you make me revert to the analysing portion of my life in GCSE Fine art, so congrats I guess!

Hello Matthew my good friend Matthew I KNOW you do this it’s my favourite thing you do, I put those little details in knowing damn well no one understands my insanity like u do my beloved <3 tiny small symbolism details my insane person activities, just wait until I start making art for ur dnd campaign ur gonna go Crazay (says this knowing you’re crazy anyways)

I’m glad my insane symbolism person bullshit sets off your insane symbolism person bullshit <3 we’re insane symbolism bullshit people together

Us in calls ^

[majorxmaggiexboy]

me when it’s time for cough syrup 

[christophvelez]

FINALLY DOWNLOADING MW2

I CANNOT WAIT TO PLAY THE CAMPAIGN AAAAAAHHHHHHH

LET ME SEE MY BOYS

[rhinoyo]

what kind of adventures do you think Marian would live after. well. leaving sharance? :0 i didn’t play past day 1 of rf3 (but i do want to continue it) so i have literally no context of the world but what do you imagine her doing after running away?

GASP THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING marian’s mentioned wanting to visit & learn from the doctors of other towns so i’ve always believed she’d travel norad (most of the rf world) :] <3 i don’t imagine her staying in one place for long, though i am fond of the idea of her having a magical treehouse or something like that as a home <3

i do think she’d visit sharance from time to time, if only to see her friends back there <3 (by then wells would probably not be the mayor anymore so she’d be happy seeing how it’s improved :) <3)

[ozzgin]

Yandere! House Monster x Reader (II)

It’s officially a smutty sitcom: you, the oblivious gamer boyfriend, and the tentacle monster lurking in dark corners.

[First part]

Content: gender neutral reader, monster smut

Do monsters have a sense of humor? This creature seems to be greatly amused by the little "game" you've devised behind your boyfriend's back. Although you don't have much input in the affair, and most of the time you're merely a witness to the events unfolding before you (or in you).

First, there's the mild, inoffensive annoyances. "Babe, did you see my controller? I swear I left it on the couch". Some pranks are harder to swallow than others, such as the occasional lack of Internet. You know exactly when it happens, because you can hear your boyfriend's enraged shouts and rattles. It's always during important matches. No one knows why it happens. The repairmen who cross your threshold can only scratch their heads in confusion, confessing that nothing is out of the ordinary.

Then, the unfortunate coincidences. "How about we have some fun after my game?", the boyfriend will suggest with an anticipative grin. Alas, moments after he stands up, he is overwhelmed by a nauseous feeling. His stomach twirls and throbs, and he curses under his breath. "Some other time, perhaps", he concludes begrudgingly. You see, the creature is very possessive. The only thing that has saved your beloved partner from being torn to shreds already is his crassly comical obliviousness.

The mischief aimed towards the boyfriend is, however, a secondary source of entertainment. Nothing could ever come close to spending time with you. Yet another irony to this ridiculous situation: you haven't been caught yet, despite the rabid clinginess of the tentacled monster.

It just loves surprising you. For example, when you exhale dramatically at the end of the day, relaxing in the bathtub and enjoying your peace. Just as you hear an impatient knock on the door, you notice a familiar dark tendril slithering its way out of the water. You won't be leaving the bathroom anytime soon. "Did you steam yourself over there? You look like a lobster", the boyfriend will remark with a raised eyebrow upon seeing your panting, feverish face. "Y-yeah, I guess so." You limp outside, struggling to hold the towel around your body. Or more specifically, around the many marks left on your skin by hundreds of suckers.

In fact, its shamelessness reminds you of a poorly written erotic scenario, the likes you'd see on some adult website with a clickbait title. How would you name this current setup? You grip the edge of the table, pursing your lips to prevent any moans escaping your mouth. Your boyfriend is, once again, scrolling on his phone, indifferent to your presence. The water boiling on the stove drowns the wet, slippery sounds of the appendages pumping in and out of you underneath the table. “You might want to give it a stir in a moment, or it’ll overflow”, the boyfriend remarks without lifting his gaze. You mumble in agreement, slapping a hand over your mouth. You’re at your limit.

One may be tempted to ask, is this entity bound to its house? You pondered the same question until your recent IKEA visit. You and your boyfriend had been looking for a new wardrobe. "What do you think of this one?", you asked, closing the door and turning around. Your eyes scanned the empty model-bedroom. The jackass had wandered ahead without you. You sighed and were about to go find him, when a cold grip suddenly tightened around your wrist. You winced and snapped your head back. Thick tendrils had made their way out of the closet, tugging you to join them inside. So it can follow you around, you thought, climbing into the cramped space. Between the silent whines and breathy begging, an idea emerges from your dazed mind. New hypothetical video title: mercilessly molested in the IKEA store by monster partner.