#minesweeper game every time

[altschmerzes]

i was About to get embarrassed that ive posted a couple of history rhymes clips recently that are just. jamie being Very Cuddled by people who care about him and then i remembered 1. that is a thing people like i think, and also 2. given the everything else happening in that fic, this is a proportionate amount of intensely caring affection

[alternateaether]

This is fantastic art and I hate to be that guy but that minesweeper game is completely inaccurate and I don't know if that was intentional but if it wasn't here's how to fix it:

1) change the 2 near the center bottom to a 4.

2) change the 1 at the top right to a 2.

3) add another bomb in the top left corner since to complete the 2 another bomb is needed and all bombs are revealed upon the game ending.

[patricia-taxxon]

Have you played HexCells? It's also basically Minesweeper, and has a set progression of solvable boards that use similar logic to what you're discussing in 14 Minesweeper Variants

my issue with bespoke minesweeper is that its kinda impossible to avoid falling into trial and error, like i can play carefully but then i'll just make a mistake and there'll be a mine there and the game cant do anything to meaningfully punish me for that cus i'm gonna remember there was a mine there. 14 minesweeper variants gives procedural puzzles where i don't need to be worried about wasting any, and it's somehow really interesting and challenging every time.

[starshinesluvr]

:¨ ·.· ¨:⠀ `· . ୨୧ various edward nashton hcs & thoughts !!

contains: a mention or two about his killings in the movie, religious trauma, & drug usage. word count: 1.4k

writers note: hi friends! guhfhkj i am being brave and posting some writing on main.... ( ;´ - `;) here are a few headcanons and general thoughts that've been Marinating in my mind for a while. i felt like this was getting quite long, so maybe i'll have another post with some more soon.. because i have many thoughts..enjoooy! ^_^

♡ obviously he is obsessive. and loves repetitive actions and routines. his main special interest would be the renewal fund and the wayne family. (obviously) he has a big sense of moral justice. ⋆⭒ one of his main repetitive actions would be counting. he does this a lot with his fingers, the books on his shelf, or even the letters on a neon sign outside. just quickly under his breath. ⋆⭒ he also would sway. he usually does this in his apartment, when hes scrolling nigma or something. it really calms him. i think he would be too self-conscious to do it in public though. the King of masking. but occasionally he cant help himself when he's really focused at a café or something.

♡ but some of his other interests include: retro games, ancient civilizations, and general puzzle games. and god this man is a consistent minesweeper frequenter. heavy on frequent. loves 2048, sudoku, does the daily crossword on newspapers.

♡ half of the apps on his phone has to be games. 'games on his phone?' yes.

♡ i think he also has a undying love for pokemon. unsure what his favorite type would be, i think he would cycle through different types every single time the interest pops back up in his head again.

♡ AND GUYS GENUINELY HERE ME OUT. i think he helped code the club penguin rewritten website . im So. so serious on this one.

♡ OH OH. OHHH!! one of his longest lasting special interests? languages. how this starts? i imagine young edward back at the orphanage, already finished reading every single book he could find... every single english book, that is. maybe he'd sneak into the library. he's sure those books have riddles that can only be solved if you understand its language first. ⋆⭒ he finds interest in the progression of languages especially. how they change over time, and the origin of words and their sounds. ⋆⭒ though i don't think he would be a polyglot. but he'd know a lot of random words here and there, and some slang words no one would expect him to know from many languages!

♡ but a language he especially would like is ASL. he'd have a heightened interest of any form of communication that doesn't involve words. like, the font wingdings y'know? any kind of 'code.' ⋆⭒ he'd especially love learning ASL on his own during his younger years, since he struggled with speaking more often back then. he doesn't talk to anyone much now a days anyways, unless its small talk. (okk i see you selective mutism representation! >_< )

♡ he is sadistic. not a headcanon, just fact. this can be seen in his killings in the movie. though he primarily killed to give a point to the city of gotham, and to become a symbol much bigger than himself, he never gives these people quick and simple deaths. he enjoys these killings. cutting off the mayor’s thumb while he was still alive, sticking rat poison in officer savage, and sticking his head in a rat cage, waiting for them to eat him alive shown for everyone to watch. these were thought out, and he enjoyed watching. he enjoyed putting on a show, and their deaths were his entertainment.

♡ though outside of being the riddler, edward has a lot of self hatred. this fronts as anger, standoffish and anti-social behaviors. he doesn't mean to be mean, its just deep rooted. a combined hatred of everyone who'd hurt him prior.

♡ even though he hates himself, he also thinks of himself as better than anyone else. he feels as if he is worthy, and he has the intellect to show it. he consistently searches for small, daily positions that keep him in power.

♡ has a love/hate relationship with his own intellect. he wishes he wasn't cursed with his knowledge, sometimes he just wishes he could be blind and stupid to the darkness of the city. but he prides himself in being smart, especially in being good with numbers. its something he knows he can actually do correctly. he loves the certainty of numbers, how they never change or lie.

♡ i think would mostly hate how smart he was when he was younger. he hated how it distanced himself from genuinely everyone, and at one point he wasn't sure if he just enjoyed being reclusive or if he simply just got used to it. ⋆⭒ he would hate how the other kids or his classmates would only talk to him when they needed answers for their work and how they would expect him to know everything. (he sadly did.)

♡ he loves consistency. but hates complacency. he knows things can change, things could be better. but he finds comfort in his routines, even if it makes his world grey.

♡ due to religion being constantly drilled into his brain throughout his childhood, he experiences severe trauma. when he does something that is not pleasing to the beliefs he was taught, he self deprecates. lots of talking down on himself. he still can remember a few memory verses and prayers, and sometimes obsessively recites them to himself. ⋆⭒ he knows some of his fears are honestly a little irrational, that maybe one day he'll just be struck down. he's trying not to let them take over his logic, but he struggles. he is constantly upset that he still has these childhood fears that bind him.

♡ speaking of his time during the orphanage: his dirty unkempt upbringing and the long lasting effects of it could be seen in his living space. the chaotic and 'dirty' environment is almost comforting to him. sticky notes with ramblings of riddles and math problems. besides, his brain works too fast to care where things were placed in his home.  

♡ despite his messy apartment, he hates feeling dirty. this is also thanks to the orphanage. he’s well kempt. everything is messy, not dirty. the orphanage was sadly, both. he looks like a sopping wet rat, it doesn't mean he smells like one though.

♡ he also has a fear of smelling bad, despite knowing he thoroughly washes. ⋆⭒ i think he would smell like soap or just his laundry detergent. he wants to try different scents, he kind of likes the idea of having a 'signature scent,' but honestly some smells give him a headache if they're too concentrated. and he can't have that while doing his everyday activities. ⋆⭒ its the kind of scent where you can only really smell it on the person when you hug them, y'know? which is kind of fine to him, he'd rather smell like nothing than something bad.

♡ he absolutely despises drops. any kind of heavy drug really he stays away from. he knows just how easily it can unravel a person, after constantly watching kids as young as 12 years old become addicted to it. his intellect would go to waste if he ever decided to start using.

♡ BUT! definitely smokes weed, or just in general he smokes. he probably tried it for the first time in his early twenties, hated it and dropped it. but he CANNOT continue handling his anxieties raw. so he picks it up again in his thirties. only occasionally... kind of.

♡ he loves LOVES animals. i like to think he had a little hyperfixation on animals and the general care for them when he was younger, so despite never having a pet, he could definitely at least recommend what to feed your average household pet.

♡ not only that, but he finds interest their internal structures, and the similarities to the human body. (i honestly don't know where these hcs came from, but bare with me here.) ⋆⭒ he loves dogs, but he's found himself liking cats a bit more recently. especially strays, he finds their resilience to continue living despite their circumstances to be admirable. ⋆⭒ he'd love to adopt. but he can hardly keep track of his own health, not to mention the state of his apartment. and don't even get him started on the extra expenses. ⋆⭒ though, i think he'd be pretty scared of interacting with any stray, maybe just animals in general he'd be pretty hesitant of being around. he doesn't like the uncertainty. and hates remembering his bad experiences with animals when he was younger. ⋆⭒ i think he'd bring himself to a cat café for one of his birthdays after weighing the pros and cons, after a day that was especially rough on him or something. he usually doesn't care for the date, but he honestly just likes using it as an excuse to go out somewhere whenever he feels like it. (he probably cried either from the animals' cuteness or the fact that he was there alone, maybe a bit of both. poor employees probably didn't know what to do.) ⋆⭒ i also think it would be funny if he was allergic, but obsessed. constantly sneezing but he can't help but want to cuddle up with them. but he doesn't have to be.

[littlespoonevan]

911 is so funny bc sometimes we'll predict things with absolute laser-like precision, right? we'll pick up moments of foreshadowing like they're breadcrumbs and meticulously identify every single beat of the rest of the story that's yet to play out, to the point that sometimes we even get the dialogue right. and then other times, we do the exact same thing but for no apparent reason the show decides to go in the complete Opposite direction to where we think. and there's no pattern to this!!!! one minute we're writing spec fic that turns into actual episode plots a week later and posting the dodgeball apollo meme, the next the show is bypassing every possible scene we've predicted like we're in a game of minesweeper

[skill7spark04]

Old school SCP: "this is a weeping angel from Doctor Who, but in the hands of the American Government." Modern SCP: "read this bar code that's technically about a fish that blows up a planet every time it hits the side of the bowl and tears a hole in space time every time it splashes the surface of the water, but is so overly censored that you'd have a better chance of winning a game of minesweeper by clicking randomly than comprehending it." SCP outside of the wiki: [guard] "what the dog doin?" [SCP 939] "what the dog doin?" SCP on the Infographics Show: "what happens to Mal0 when Day Breaks?" "Gorefield in the Infinite Ikea" "The Nerfing Gun is discovered by The Serpents' Hand" I love this fandom.

[strangescaffold]

The Strange Scaffold Newsletter #4

Come on in! Sit where you like, I'll get you a cup of coffee. 

Well, look who it is! It’s me, Chris Slight, the Head of Social Content here at Strange Scaffold. 

It has been a MONTH here at the Scaffold, one in which it turns out we really enjoy the number 22! We’ve got the release dates of two upcoming titles (one is only two weeks from launching), an upcoming title gets its name and some stunning artwork, and Xalavier took a bunch of tiny glow in the dark turtles to GDC. I should probably stress that they were made of plastic and had no sentience that we could verify, and trust us, we checked THOROUGHLY. 

Within this newsletter, you'll also find all the usual soundtrack and game recommendations and the latest episode of The Strange Scaffold Cool Things Club. But I like to think this is a dialogue between you and me, dear reader. So, you alright? Nice, nice. Been up to much? Nah, me either. Well, that was great, wasn't it? Onwards!­* *I will pause briefly, however, to recognise that we are now on Tumblr! Hello! These newsletters normally go out in e-mail form but we wanted to put them somewhere people could read them later. So, here we are! We will be sure to add more back issues as time goes on!

Creepy Redneck Dinosaur Mansion 3 launches April 22nd

Our match-3 survival horror comedy RPG matchroidvania, launches on April 22nd!­ You can Wishlist on Steam right now as well! Fun!

Now, you can't play the demo anymore, but there is a whole procedure to access it. You can find out all about that right here.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Tactical Takedown Launches May 22nd

See, I told you up top, we are really into the number 22 this month!  You’ll be able to jump back into New York to fight the Foot Clan in our take on the TMNT world the following month! You can ­wishlist it on Steam­ as well!

You've Seen It On The Internet, Now Learn The True Name.

Introducing Co-Op Kaiju Horror Cooking! Here’s a first look at the main artwork for the game by Emo Sludge. We will have a lot more news about this one soon. 

I can't tell you too much, but you may be able to infer what happens in this game based on its title. I did, however, ask the game's producer, Candace, to explain the game without spoiling anything...

The Strange Scaffold Cool Things Club

The Strange Scaffold Cool Things Club is our podcast, and every month, we talk about Cool Things we like. Each month, Xalavier, Candace, and I are joined by another wonderful person from the Scaffold who brings their own cool thing with them. This month, Manda, the Executive Producer for Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Tactical Takedown joins us. 

This month's Cool Things are Dragons Dogma 2, Slow Crafts, the films of Jaques Tati, and The Department of Truth.

We also get a question from Discord, which has us discussing what IP we would wanna make a game about.

A Word From The Desk Of Xalavier

"Right now I'm obsessed with Proverbs, a giant, "open-world" fusion of Picross and Minesweeper where you restore a gorgeous pixelized rendition of a classic painting by seamlessly weaving across hundreds of smaller localized puzzles. It's become a nightly ritual and I can't stop thinking about it.” -Xalavier

A Game You Might Like That We Didn’t Make

I like to ask folks from the Strange Scaffold Team to recommend games they love because these folks have impeccable taste. I am currently looking down at a Jar Jar Binks figurine that lives in front of my keyboard, so you see why I might need guidance. This month, Aubrey, a Level Designer here at the Scaffold, is in the curation station.  Dungeons of Hinterberg

“What if a hiking trip to a tourist town in the mountains also had zelda-like dungeons to explore and a persona-like calendar system to enjoy? Dungeons of Hinterberg makes every day feel like a new adventure, and uses every part of the buffalo when it comes to blending puzzle, combat and social gameplay.” - Aubrey

The Single Track Mixtape

­This is one of my personal favourites by rj lake, from the OST for Witch Strandings. Put it on and relax. 

Sweet Dreams

And here we are, at the end. Joined together as friends and reflecting on the whole butt plug thing. That might not make sense if you didn’t click the link in the Creepy Redneck Dinosaur Mansion 3 section. Well, I don’t know if I just convinced you not to or SUPER convinced you to check. It’s important to have that distance between us, but if I know our audience like I think I do, you are now scrolling back up. 

While I’m reflecting, I also wanted to say thank you. The support, love and game purchases of all of you keep this precious place running. I don’t know many studios that get to have an official TMNT game and a match-3 called Creepy Redneck Dinosaur Mansion 3 both coming out within a month of each other. THANK YOU. You make this work, and we love you for it.

Let’s all meet up in the loading screens of our favourite video games and make coffee.

See you on the internet, 

- Chris @ Strange Scaffold

[wo1fst4r]

Marauders in an Internet Café

Sirius: Blasting David Bowie songs on the speakers he somehow connected to his computer. He’s vibing way too hard and keeps asking random strangers if they’ve ever heard anything so brilliant. “Oi, listen to this! Muggles are geniuses!” Every so often, he pauses to turn to Remus and say, “This bloke could totally be a wizard, don’t you think?”

James: Desperately trying to search for anything about Quidditch but growing increasingly frustrated because all he’s getting are articles about “Quidditch World Cup” being some fictional sport. He’s muttering, “What d’you mean it’s fictional? These Muggles have no idea what they’re on about.” He’s furiously typing into the search bar: QUIDDITCH REAL EVIDENCE

Remus: Calmly typing away as he emails Grant Chapman. He’s the only one using the café for its intended purpose. Every so often, he looks up and glares at Sirius for blasting music or James for slamming the keyboard. “Could you NOT make this place a circus for five minutes? Some of us are trying to actually use this technology.”

Peter: Absolutely fascinated by the fact that he can play games on the computer. He’s discovered Minesweeper and has absolutely no clue how it works but is determined to win anyway. He clicks wildly and then jumps every time he hits a bomb. “This game is rigged! The Muggles have it out for me!” Later, he stumbles onto a random flash game site and is now obsessed with trying to beat high scores.

Meanwhile, they’ve collectively caused a minor scene. The café owner is watching them like a hawk because of the loud music, James is so close to getting locked out of his computer for spamming “real Quidditch facts,” and Remus is the only one keeping them from getting kicked out entirely.

Peter suddenly yells, “I WON!” and everyone claps—even Sirius, who has no idea what’s happening.

[digital-chess]

Okay I have two questions this time first when kinger fills the rest of the missing peace's does he put the amount that is supposed to be in actual chess like pawns because on each team I noticed there are two of every peace because that's how many are in a chess match but there's more than two pawns on each side so does he limit each peace to only two or not second did any of the characters change a lot from their original personality

Any empty slots for a role will be filled until they match a full correct board of chess, and those NPC's/placeholders can be utilized as normal players, but the caveat is that they can only be used against other placeholders. Aka, only human characters can defeat other human characters. If a role is filled to its max on the board, then Kinger will re-assign them a new role of his choosing despite what your personality may have dictated.

You can also request to have your role changed by going to Kinger personally. He will then challenge you to a small game of cards, sudoku, minesweeper, chess, ect over some tea, and if you win, he will fulfill your request. (Or you can suck up to him, but most players don't want to throw away their pride to do that.)

[beanthebugboi]

Thoughts while on call with my girlfriend:

istg she gets prettier every time I see her

I need to cuddle her

modern technology is the best because it means we can have long-distance parallel play (she's playing the snake game, I'm playing minesweeper, just enjoying each other's company)

even her yawns are adorable, dammit (tbf I already knew that)

I love her so much (this thought repeated about a million times)

note to self, don't ever let her meet @sarkylittlemonster (/j /lh) because they would be absolutely relentless if they teamed up to fix my sleep schedule

[pagesofkenna]

Every time i see people on this website complaining that minesweeper is this inscrutable game that makes no sense i get so irrationally mad lol. Whats so difficult about it, 1 means 1 and 2 means 2 and 3 means 3 whats not to understand??

[cheatexp]

related to the last reblog but this is more of a particular ramble than anything.

okay so like. what even IS "consuming media". it's such a strange phrase to me. i understand that it's for the sake of having a general word attached to another general word like, you can play a game, you can watch a movie, you can read a book. so if you want to be nonspecific about what it is that you're having an interest in then Yeah! i guess Consuming a Media would make sense. but i don't know the word Consume just evokes this very impersonal image in my head, like you're just... inhaling it and not even processing what happens. i guess because of how general it sounds. but then also like

what IS consuming media. like again, you can play a game, you can watch a movie, you can read a book. but what constitutes as CONSUMING something. is it just thinking about it? taking in information from it? just looking at it? does making fanart constitute as consuming if you haven't even looked at the source material in years. does Looking at fanart count? does thinking about it count? i mean it's certainly not engaging in an action with the source material itself sure but it feels like at least some of that would also constitute as consumption right

and like, here's another example, i spend a Lot a lot of time analyzing baldi's basics right. but i don't... like playing the game, at all, i absolutely hate it. i have never enjoyed playing it. back when it first came out i wouldn't play it i would just read about it, i think i watched only one person stream it and then i can't find any evidence that i watched literally any other gameplay of it. more recently i played it some more but i don't really enjoy it itself i only want to take in as much information as i possibly can about it. but is that not even more fitting of the word Consume? am i not taking in every individual part of it into my mind? you could argue that fits the descriptor more than someone who just plays the game and cares about it for the gameplay but like... that's absurd, because this is supposed to be the equivalent to Playing the Game, Consuming the Media. and yet playing the game seems less fitting than just analyzing it from a distance and never actually touching it

which i mean i should reaffirm that literally none of this is actually a problem i mean.. who cares who is better at consuming a game. or whatever. that would be really stupid to brag about or fight over or anything. i just feel like there has to be a better word for this phrase even if i cannot think of one because it makes me think of this every time

honestly the last media i consumed is probably 14 minesweeper variants anyway i cant stop doing minesweeper in my head. i think im gonna go play more minesweeper

[internetskiff]

There's all this talk about the Scrybes having fancy gaming setups but what if P03 just is the gaming pc. It runs everything on itself with the shittiest framerate. Boots up, loads up TF2, the framerate is kind of garbage even on the lowest possible settings. It mains Sniper but gets votekicked every single time because it headshots everyone with such accuracy people think it's a bot. Pre-divorce it let Leshy play Minesweeper on it. That d-pad on it's head has to have some sort of use. Any time it runs anything that isn't a Personality Matrix the cooling fans start going full blast. Sometimes it restarts itself mid-gameplay

it's also the only scrybe with an actual internet connection Edit: initially a fuckup on my part but you know what? It definitely would try streaming. And whenever it does the framerate TANKS completely. Absolutely unwatchable. It's streams consistently achieve a total viewercount of 3 (Inspector, Melter and Dredger respectively. Despite the viewcount the chat is scrolling like crazy the whole time.)

[unkat]

Somewhere Down the Line (We won't be Alone)

@psiroller let me play around in their chilaios early 2000's gamer au--please check out their other drabbles which are so delicious.

Thank you Psiroller for all your help and support! <3

-

Chilchuck and Laios teleport back to spawn and make their way towards the guildhall to meet up with Senshi somewhere “more atmospheric for cooking than at spawn.” Even caring a little less about the roleplaying aspect, Chilchuck can appreciate the appeal. There is a bar and kitchen built into the guildhall, every piece of decor purchased with crystals saved from monthly subscriptions and major events. The central room also houses trophies from some of their most grueling raids, Chilchuck forever proud of the jagged black wings with an animation like embers of a fire from beating Asmodeus during the Apocalyptic event, their guild being only one of few to boast such a feat.

Senshi’s avatar is doing a dancing emote in place when they arrive, Izutsumi’s catgirl sitting in her idle AFK animation curled up on a chair. “He’s still active at least,” Laios remarks into the voicecall, the sound of his keyboard clacks echoing into Chilchuck’s headset before the message sends into the chat. 

>>LaiosTouden: Hey, @SenshiOfIzganda and @IZUTSUMI, we’ve returned from the hunt with ingredients.

Senshi continues his dance as Izutsumi’s character exits from sleep and idles instead. 

>>IZUTSUMI: Took you long enough

>>IZUTSUMI: Senshi’s looking at some yeast cultures

>>LaiosTouden: Really? I thought he didn’t have to start prep for another hour.

>>IZUTSUMI: It’s for sourdough. You use the same starter culture for every batch.

“Senshi’s talking to her about baking, huh?” Chilchuck remarks, only the sound of keyboard clacks as text appears on screen.

>>LaiosTouden: Cool, did he say how long it would be?

Message sent, Laios sighs into the mic, “Yeah, I’m surprised she’s interested she doesn’t act like she’s interested in much of anything.”

Chilchuck snorts into his mic, “You thinking of waiting around for him? I can get some wood and make a chest if you need.”

>>IZUTSUMI: Not long

“That’s okay,” Laios replies out loud, his character going into a combat flourish emote, as a counterpoint to Senshi’s dancing, “It doesn’t sound like it’ll be long. I’m volunteering tomorrow afternoon, so I can sleep in.”

Chilchuck directs his character to sit down in one of the nearby chairs. “Volunteering? I didn’t know you volunteered anywhere.”

“I do! Have for a while, actually! Before going back to school.” His chair creaks as he leans back and stretches with a grunt, “I work with a wildlife sanctuary north of the university, I think this is my third year volunteering? But now that I’m in the vet tech program, some of it counts as exposure working with animals, when I’m doing that.”

“Hmm, yeah?” Chilchuck replies, shifting into another tab to play minesweeper. “When you’re doing what?”

“When I first started, I did a lot of busy-work, like mowing the lawn, putting stuff back in the gift shop, printing pamphlets, stuff like that.” Chilchuck can hear that he has opened a drawer somewhere, probably wandering around his room. “But now I help check in new patients and feed the animals. They have wolves there, most of them hybrid wolfdogs surrendered by their owners, and I get to feed and play with them now.

Now he’s curious, and Chilchuck tabs out of his minesweeper game, letting the time tick up, as he opens internet explorer and navigates to Google, looking up “North Carolina Wildlife Sanctuary,” glancing around at the ones he sees and their proximity to where he knows Marcille works through the new maps feature. There’s very few listed, but he’s able to find only a stub labeling “Roanoke Wildlife Sanctuary and Rehabilitation” within twenty miles of a community college. He looks it up in a new window and finds that they have a webpage with a forest green background and text that doesn’t resize automatically, making him stretch the browser window to see it correctly. “You want to work with wolves when you have your degree?” he asks, scrolling down the page’s comic sans introduction to see cute pictures of animals, the gift shop, and staff.

“I would like it, but it wasn’t what I thought I would be doing, not as a career.” Laios remarks, the squeak of the chair announcing his return to the computer desk. “There’s a lot of exotic pets like reptiles and birds, it would still have a full-time clinic and not rely only on donations as much. Most of the actual vets at the sanctuary are doing it on donation or for a really reduced rate when they aren’t at their own clinics, so I’d probably be doing that too.”

Chilchuck clicks on the “Tours” tab of the page. Images of school-aged children listening to an older woman wearing the refuge’s khaki uniform while a younger man stands by holding a snake around his shoulders, resting on his arm. “Reptiles, like snakes?”

“Yeah! The refuge has a few resident snakes, some from the wild who can’t be reintroduced for health reasons, and some that were pets who we can’t introduce into the environment. There’s this one milk snake that’s really chill, kids love her. Oh, Senshi’s back.”

Laios turns back to hammering away on his keyboard as Chilchuck stays tabbed out, continuing to look at the website. “Do you ever work with kids? Or just the animals?”

Laios grunts in acknowledgment, and there are the pinging sounds of items and messages being exchanged from the other tab. “I don’t talk with people very much, but I carry the animals for visitors to take pictures with them or pet them.”

There’s a picture of that same man crouching on the ground next to a squeamish child, who is petting the scales of the snake and forcibly smiling up at the camera. There’s no way, Chilchuck decides, looking at the proud smile of the man in the photo, young and fit and handsome, someone who would never spend all his evenings playing a niche MMO optimizing his character every night.

He keeps scrolling. 

There’s the special notification of a ping, and he pops back into the Dungeon Delver’s window. Senshi sent a message, >>Thank you @LaiosTouden and @cctims for all your help getting these ingredients! I will cook these into a delicious meal, and you’re all invited to enjoy it when it is completed! Perhaps on our adventures tomorrow?

He quickly starts to reply, knocking his character out of it’s AFK animation. >>Sounds good, Let us know if there’s any other supplies you need, chef.

Senshi makes a smiling and laughing animation in response, then a thumbs up. Chilchuck types in the /wave command, giving a quick texted goodbye before logging off from the program, but not the voice call. “You like kids?”

Laios laughs, forced and awkward, “They don’t always like me. I think it depends on if they like the animals or not.”

“That’s pretty normal, for kids.” Chilchuck relaxes into his chair, “Sometimes it isn’t anything you’re doing, they got spooked by something they saw on tv, or because they’re tired and hungry.”

There is the loud typing noise from Laios’ mic as it takes him a minute to reply, “Yeah? Do you like kids?”

“Yeah, of course.” Chilchuck replies, glancing back at the minesweeper.

“You seem to know a lot about them,” Laios trails off at the end, typing furiously. Chilchuck furrows his brows, “Who are you talking to, Senshi still?”

“No, Marcille logged on. She’s asking me about some rp stuff. Trying to plan a time where we’ll both be online at the same time as Falin.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the plan?”

“Just tomorrow afternoon before the raid. It’s mostly for Falin and Marcille anyways, so I could hang out in voice call if you aren’t busy?”

“Sounds good.” Chilchuck murmurs and clicks on a square, grimacing as the yellow smiling face on the top of the screen turns to a frown and its eyes turn to X’s, a mine beneath his pointer. “You know, you can have your own rps, right? It doesn’t have to always be following your sister and her girlfriend.”

“I know,” Laios types a little more, “But I don’t mind, as long as everyone’s having fun.”

Chilchuck smiles, “That is the most important part.”

“What about you? You don’t do a lot of roleplay. Want to do something together sometime?”

“Us? What would we even do?” Chilchuck breathes a little laugh through his nose.

“Well, we do a lot of these hunts together, we can talk about that? Explore Laios and Chilchuck’s backstories a little?” His voice grows more stilted and awkward the more he talks, Chilchuck waiting for him to finish.

Chilchuck clicks to restart the level, reverting the emoticon back to its original cheerful state, “Sure, why not. We can always give it a try. They’re friends, in roleplay.”

“Yeah, it only makes sense they would hang out together too.” The chair creaks from Laios’ mic. “So, what about you? Do you like kids?”

“Yeah, I do.” He doesn’t know why he keeps talking. “I have a few of my own.”

“Oh.” Laios replies in a way that lilts upwards in the middle, like he’s surprised, judging, or. Who knows. Chilchuck jumps on it, “What, is that a surprise to you?”

“A surprise? Maybe? No? I mean, I didn’t know anything, but a lot of people have kids…”

“I don’t think any of us are like a lot of people.” Chilchuck flushes and turns back to the webpage. “I never said anything about it before.”

“But you were friends with Marcille before, and she and Senshi knew you for years.” Laios nonchalantly lays out, “And I know Marcille isn’t a college student. How many kids do you have?”

Chilchuck scrolls down the webpage to a picture of an older woman standing with the wolves. “Three, all girls.”

“All girls?” Laios sounds disbelieving.

Chilchuck grimaces, “Did I stutter? Don’t get any ideas, they’re all too young for you.”

“Oh, no I wasn’t thinking that,” Laios begins to talk more quickly, “It’s just nice to hear you talk about yourself.”

“Talk about myself? Those are my kids, not me.” Chilchuck replies, jumping to the review page. 

Laios is silent as he clicks around his PC. “Are you married?”

Chilchuck sucks in a breath through his teeth, “Separated, but it’s a mutual thing.” It isn’t quite the truth, but he’s not ready to go there. There is still a raw edge from no longer walking in the door of his house to the sound of the rest of his family getting ready for bed, a plate covered in plastic wrap waiting for him to eat in front of the TV. And the bite of unfinished paperwork, arguing through the phone with a lawyer instead of his wife, leaves him in a bad mood even now. “What about you? I’ve never heard you say anything about kids or girlfriends.”

“I don’t have either of those,” Laios replies, “I’m not really looking for a girlfriend, or having any kids.”

“Yeah, you’re in school, that’s too young to have any kids if you ask me. Good for you to focus on your education.”

“I don’t think I’m ever going to have a girlfriend, honestly.” Laios chuckles awkwardly. “Do you think the Demon’s Blade would work well with the Hellfire plate? Or would the speed boost from having the whole set and weapon be better than the increased crit chance?”

“You should be critfishing, with your build.” Chilchuck grumbles, “Attack speed is good, but consistently hitting that higher damage will be better for your comp. Toss it in Marcille’s spreadsheet and look at the damage per minute and not just the average per attack, to make sure.”

“Thanks, I’ll check it out.” 

“Now, what makes you think you’re never going to get a girlfriend?” Chilchuck teases, “There’s someone out there for everyone, I’m sure at least a few female characters have nice girls behind them, or veterinarians or something.”

Laios laughs even more awkwardly, almost scarily. “Yeah, I’m sure. It just isn’t for me.”

“What, girls?”

A moment passes in silence, and then another. Chilchuck scratches the side of his nose, thinking fast, “You know, my daughter had a girlfriend for a while, it’s not a big deal if you like guys too. Probably increases your chances of finding someone online, that’s for sure.”

Laios’ voice drops some of the fake cheerfulness that had been creeping through the last half of the conversation, and he sighs deeply before responding more authentically. “That would be nice.”

“So, no boyfriend either?”

“Nope, I have been focused on school and the sanctuary more, when I’m not gaming.”

“About that,” Chilchuck probes, clicking back to the outreach page, “Are you okay with telling me where it is?”

“What, where I work? Sure! They actually have a youtube channel, it’s a video platform. I can send you the link.”

That’s more than Chilchuck could have dreamed of. “Sure, let’s see it.”

The whoosh of a new chat message rattles through his headphones and he clicks on the link, finding it leading to a channel with the same Roanoke name as the webpage he had found earlier. There’s only three videos uploaded, a seven minute introduction video, and two with different animals in the thumbnail. He clicks on the introduction, halfheartedly watching the video recorded from a digital camera with a voiceover so much louder than the rest of the audio that it was distracting. “This is pretty official, having videos and a website.”

“I think it’s good, for educational purposes.” Laios’ chair creaks again, “I keep getting questions about pet snakes, so I thought it would be a good idea to have just some basics of snake care, and I know my boss is working on a wolf video soon.”

Immediately Chilchuck exits the introduction, mid-pan over the gift shop, and clicks on one of the other animal videos. A teal introduction frame with words in white font reading “Eastern Milk Snake” stays on screen for just a moment too long before fading into a video of the guy who was only a still image before. He opens his mouth and Chilchuck feels his stomach drop out, “Hi, uh, my name is Larry and I am a volunteer with the Roanoke Wildlife Sanctuary and Rehabilitation, and this is one of our residents, Mimi the milk snake!”

He continues to watch as Laios talks about snake care, the awkwardness fading as he gets more focused on describing Mimi’s diet and care. He’s hot. And he’s gay. Chilchuck had never felt uncomfortable with the idea of not being straight, he grew up watching pride parades and getting into fistfights when homophobes got too bold with his friends in high school, but he was dating his girlfriend, who then became his wife, and never questioned anything about himself seriously.

What is he thinking? Chilchuck settles back to watch, listening to Laios talk in one ear about Marcille’s spreadsheet and snake enclosures in the other. Laios is in school, barely older than his own kids. Besides, just because they spend time together and he fits the demographics of what Laios (or Larry?) says he likes doesn’t mean Laios is attracted to him. He’s not going to make that mistake of assuming every gay guy wants to fuck him.

“--But, it’s possible that paired with the Star’s Knight shield, I would have the increased defense without sacrificing speed.”

Chilchuck blinks, tuning back in, “Mhm, you aren’t a tank but you get hit sometimes.”

“That’s what I was thinking too. I think I can tailor the build depending on how much defense I need to survive being targeted between heal refreshes.”

“It’s a good plan, maybe you could get Marcille or your sister to make a spreadsheet for boss damage and healers.”

“Maybe, once they’re done with finals, we’ve definitely almost wiped from people forgetting that they couldn’t take one more hit.” Laios pauses. “Did you watch anything?”

“Not yet,” Chilchuck lies, “I’ll take a look after the call, it’s hard to listen to you and a video at the same time.”

”Okay! Let me know which ones you watch! It counts as community engagement.”

“Of course,” Chilchuck smiles against his better judgment. “You have any homework left? I remember you complaining about that essay-“

“-the one about legal issues with pet ownership, yeah.” He sighs. “I looked up some stuff. I get why they want us to do it, but it’s hard to read. I have tomorrow to work on it.”

Chilchuck is already scrolling through a page on the exotic pet market. “Come on, there’s nothing at least a little interesting about it.”

“It’s not that it isn’t interesting, honestly,” Laios comments ruefully, “It’s less fun thinking about how everything can go badly instead of making things better. But, I need to get six “writing course” credits and three for philosophy and ethics. Maybe I should have done creative writing and then taken a separate class for the philosophy and ethics stuff.”

“Maybe, but once you’ve finished this class, you don’t have to worry about it again, that seems nice.”

“Yeah,” Laios laughs, and it is sweet and addicting, making Chilchuck not want to do what he’s about to do next. 

“You should take a look into it. I have to go pick up some groceries.” Yeah, some beer and cigarettes from the gas station, and a highly processed snack for tomorrow at work. “Maybe you can tell me about it, later?”

“Are you trying to talk me into doing my essay?” Laios asks, almost incredulous.

Chilchuck leans back in his chair, “Depends on if it’s working.” There is a flirtatious pause that Chilchuck quickly fills with gruff excuses, “I do want to hear what you find, it sounds neat. And, it’s not as late for me as it is for you, so…”

They never hang out without discussing Dungeon Delver quests and goals first, so the offer is definitely not normal. Honestly, Chilchuck doesn’t even care that much about pet ownership, but he does care about Laios. The other man seems to be aware of the abnormality of this conversation, the promise of Chilchuck’s company, a potent carrot on a stick, more than Chilchuck realizes.

“It’s working. Yeah. Uhm, do you want me to message you in a few hours?” Laios asks, cautiously.

“Sure, that works with me.”

“Okay.”

“Yep.”

Neither of them hang up, even when the signs are all pointing to the end of the conversation.

“Okay, talk to you soon, Chil,” Laios replies, breathing into his mic again, “Good luck with the shopping.”

“Hahaha, it’ll all be fine, Laios.” Chilchuck replies, mouse hovering over the disconnect button on his screen, “See you.”

He clicks.

—--Mature content (BDSM, long distance relationship, daddy kink)

They’ve only put a label on what they share a couple of months ago, but it hadn’t been a secret how much time and attention they gave each other since meeting last year. 

What may have been more secret was how much deeper their relationship had gone beyond chaste in-game roleplay. How long they had danced right up to the edge of admitting their feelings, and then jerked off in private. How they frequently left the group teamspeak channels just to hop onto a private skype call. How willing they both were to make new characters that quickly devolved into avatars for their emotional and physical desires, before finally questioning the nature of their relationship.

When the episode ends, Laios is too busy touching himself to start another one. Chilchuck grins, the sounds piped into his ears have the shaky hisses from each too fast exhale whistling past the mic, while soft whines and hitches in his breath sound more muffled. Chilchuck traces his fingertips around the underside of his own cock, wanting this to last. "Are you hiding, pup?" He teases, letting his voice stay low, as the breathiness in his relaxed tone makes Laios whine nasally. "C'mon, I want to hear you, baby. Do you feel good?"

"Mhm," Laios doesn’t even open his mouth to reply, the response high-pitched and strained.

Chilchuck looks at the clock. They’ve spent ten minutes on this edge alone, the sweet torment starting at the beginning of the night, when Laios was still expecting just to rewatch his favorite show with Chilchuck. He takes on a firmer tone, "Louder, kid, full sentences."

Laios whines out loud, gasping for air; Chilchuck wraps his fingers around his cock in response, waiting.

"Y-yeah, daddy, I feel good." His voice is haggard and wet. "Please, Chil."

Chilchuck feels a pang of arousal shoot down to his groin. "Please what Laios?"

His partner on the other end of the line makes a frustrated growl as he struggles for words, "Please, touch me sir," and the next time he whines, it is open-mouthed, not competing as much with the breaths into the mic to be heard. "I need it."

As Laios struggles, Chilchuck begins to stroke himself at earnest again, "I know you do baby. Hands off."

There is a growl that falls into a hiss that grates through his headphones in the best way, and Chilchuck can't hold back a low laugh, the growl turning back to a pleading whine in response. Chilchuck's head feels fuzzy and heart aching. "You know what i'd do if I were there, puppy?"

Laios makes a bewildered whine, moments of silence passing before he replies, "...not touch me?"

There’s a bead of precum that Chilchuck swipes at with his thumb, adding to the slick slide of his hand against his cock. "Nah, I'd touch you, but you'd have to help me." He pauses to moan, putting on an easy show, "I'd make you spit on your own dick, so I wouldn't have to stop and get more lube."

Laios inhales sharply. Chilchuck presses, "Can you do that for me, baby boy?"

The mic is pushed away, Chilchuck holds his breath, receiving a shaking "Yessir," when Laios brings the mouthpiece back towards his lips. Chilchuck inhales and strokes faster, "You can touch yourself again, rub your palm against the head once it’s nice and slick, pretend it's me."

There is the squeak of the computer chair as Laios audibly jerks in his chair at the touch. Chilchuck shuts his eyes, imagining him fighting not to thrust into his own palm, teasing himself even more than usual, because that's what his daddy would want, nearly out of his mind with it. He wants to touch and look and tease so badly it hurts. "Good, good boy, so good for me."

Laios is whimpering into his ear, the sound so sexy that Chilchuck has to slow down before he blows his load early, "Good for you, please daddy, I'm so close-" he cuts himself off with a shuddering breath.

Chilchuck stretches in his seat as he speeds back up. "You gonna come for me?"

"Can I?" He's pleading.

But Chilchuck is still having fun, the clock not quite hitting ten. "I don't know, can you?"

"...May I come? Daddy."

"Hold it, give me one more minute. Stroke yourself."

The whines and words blend together in a continuous groan as Laios obeys. Chilchuck peeks at the arms on the clock as the second hand ticks down. "Thirty seconds left, pup. Are you close?"

"YES!" Laios cries out, exasperation seeping through the tears pricking his eyes.

"Good." Chilchuck glances at the clock again. "Ten. Nine...." He speeds up his own strokes, aiming to meet Laios at the end, "...Five. Four. Three."

He pauses, just to hear the growl forcing itself between clenched teeth from Laios’ side of the call, "Alright, pup, Two. One. Come for me."

He fucks his own fist to completion listening to Laios' ecstasy.

After they've already disconnected for the night, Chilchuck hears the ping of a new message, only a heart with a .jpg file attached. He jumps on the keyboard, You had better be studying or sleeping in this, it's past one am kid, getting no response. His ears burn as he renames and saves the fuzzy picture of a flushed torso, one hand smearing cum into its abs above a dick softening against its thigh, to a file within a file, Laios forgiven and forgotten (as always).

[goqmir]

ok how hot is playing minesweeper, scale of 1 - 10

i would hope a 10 because i play it sometimes ^_^ its cool! puzzle game that requires you to submit a math proof in your head every time you click a tile. however my shitty ex friend liked it so that does subtract a bit a lustre from the game. however its rly awesome i think :) i just beat this whole board

[thatmoththoth]

*holds out hands like a poor little Victorian boy*

fr3d1 headcanons?

This is going to be very long so here’s a cut

Ok so. In my mind, he’s a sentient little goober. He said screw the ‘robots can’t feel love’ trope, and proceeded to fall in love with everyone in the OIAR. Anyway he has absolutely no idea what he’s doing at any given time but he knows the following: fear tastes good, I love everyone here, and mischief is fun. As such, he enjoys freaking people out a bit, and causing a bit of mayhem here and there. He’ll give people talkers at very inconvenient times, trip people with his wires, and generally be a nuisance. All in good fun of course. Since he loves the people at the OIAR, if they were to ask him sincerely to stop doing something, he would infact listen, however, no one has don’t that yet.

When no one is in the office he plays computer games on himself, like solitare, snake, minesweeper, ect. Cool Math Games is his best friend when it comes to satisfying his boredom in day hours. Other things he does other than computer games, is doing things he knows will annoy Colin, like rearranging wires in the server room.

One time he tried to download a virus on himself to see what would happen and decided that it was not in-fact a fun thing. Since colin was the one who fixed it, Freddy took that like someone taking care of you when you when you’re sick in bed. Because of this, Freddy is most keen to try to flirt with Colin. Attempts at doing so thus far have not been successful.

On the other hand there’s Alice, who regularly flirts with Freddy in a haha joking way (or atleast that’s what she’s telling herself for now) and even though she isn’t doing it seriously, it’s still highly effective on Freddy. And not just that, but whenever shes the only one working, and she’s slacking off, she’ll infodump her interests towards Freddy. So those are the reasons he loves her so far.

Sam has this odd thing he started doing out of habit about a week after working at the OIAR. Atleast once a week he’ll find some sort of trinket, and leave it on top of his desk monitor. The trinkets range from pennies from off the ground to cool rocks he found. Every time he does this, the next day it’s gone. Sam thinks it’s one of the other OIAR employees taking them, but little does he know that it’s Fr3-d1 and FR3-d1 cherishes each and every one of these little offerings, storing them in a drawer somewhere in the server room.

Nothing for Celia yet. Haven’t really thought about it much, and she hasn’t been here long enough to have much association with Freddy other than knowing the origin of the voices.

Lena and Freddy have a long history. They actively talk to eachother, and have a sort of situationship going on. Maybe they try to like, jumpscare eachother or something. Lena was his first kiss but it was literally the most awkward thing ever so they have never brought it up again, only vaguely alluding to it as ‘The Incident’.

Like Celia I haven’t really thought about Gwen much in terms of Freddy, but I imagine Freddy likes to scare her the most out of everyone. My basis for this is him giving her a bonzo casement right after a traumatic experience with bonzo.

Anyway now for the logistics of my Freddy design.

So, Freddy can move wires and stuff around because they are a part of him, so he takes advantage of this fact to form a vaguely humanoid shape. A lot of the non wire pieces were either gifts from Lena, Sam, Klaus, or are just random pieces he found lying around that no one was using. He only really does this around Lena as he wants to try to actually make contact with the others without it first.