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Nat 20!

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Even though you're a filthy fuckin cheater, I still love ya😭!

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I'm not saying anything but if someone were to make Date Everything keychains (maybe like a batch of 10) what characters would people most like to see? I'm curious 👀

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Started a different playthrough (Bc I REFUSE to lose at Sandyland ILY Parker but I'm a sore loser) And talking to Hector I decided to try some of the different options to see the other images available.

So I see the option to probe about his writing.

And I THOUGHT it would be a playful joke option like teehee playful banter about his writing

AND THEN HE PULLED OUT THE BOOK-

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My part of an art trade with the amazing @circuscarnage!

I loved hearing about their dynamic with Chance so I just had to draw smth of them together! Thank you so much for being my first trade i do hope you like how this turned out!🧡💙

Also I just know in my heart that Chance will happily talk your ear off about G&G if given half the chance so that's what he's doing here I bet sdfgh

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unintentional outcome | chance x reader

synopsis; sometimes things are better not going as originally planned. word count; 1.7k author's note; aaaaa my first piece for the loml - i've been nonstop playing the game since it was released and i finally feel as if i have a decent grasp on how to write for him!! this is for the monthly theme in the date everything discord :))

“Well good morning to you, too, cool kid.”

Freddy rumbles with a laugh as you grab onto the handles of your refrigerator, throwing open the doors with an excitement that was… uncharacteristic for you at this early hour.

“Mornin’, Freddy!” You chirp in response, eyes scanning what little food you had inside.

“What’s got you so chipper this morning, eh? I didn’t see you stop by Kopi’s for your morning fix,” Freddy questions, watching as you reach inside and pull out a container of mixed fruit to examine. “Is it some special day? Feel like Holly would’ve told me if it was a holiday.”

You hum to yourself as you set the fruit on the counter nearby before diving back in. “Not a holiday! Just excited for some plans I’ve got today.”

“Oh, that sounds wonderful!” He beams at you. “Whatcha got going on today, cool kid?”

You smile, grabbing a ziploc bag containing half a block of cheese. It joins the fruit on the counter and you shut Freddy’s doors, next swinging open Cabrizzio.

“Just… hanging out,” you say with a damning flush reddening your face. “I thought a picnic would be nice, yeah?”

Freddy’s expression becomes one of mischief as he chuckles. “Oh, I see. You’re hanging out with Chance today, aren’t ya?”

“Don’t make me regret confiding in you,” you retort as you bring the fruit over to Sinclaire for a quick rinse. “I’ll never tell you a thing again, Freddy.”

Freddy laughs in response, clearly amused at your empty threat. “Alright, alright,” he acquiesces, raising his hands. “A picnic sounds lovely. Here, there’s some ice cream I made last night waiting in the freezer — I tested the waters and made a black cherry with some chunks of dark chocolate mixed in. Take it with ya!”

You can’t contain your glee as you reach into the freezer and pull out the container, placing it with the rest of the food. With everything in one place, you bend down and dig through the cabinets beneath your sink.

“Ah, there we go! It’s no picnic basket but it’ll do,” you murmur as you pull out an old shopping bag and carefully load the food inside along with some silverware. “Thanks, Freddy, you’re the best!”

Freddy flushes with a chuckle. “Anything for you, cool kid. Swing by later to tell me how the ice cream was — and about your date!”

You shoot Freddy a pointed glance as you hurry around the corner and make a beeline for the office. As you approach the door you hear soft music playing within and a nervous feeling crawls up your spine. You stand outside the office, bag in hand, heart racing as your hand hovers over the doorknob.

You’ve no idea how much time passes before Dorian is what stands between you and the office, an eyebrow quirked at you.

“Just gonna stand here all day?” He asks, startling you. “Never seen you so rigid, friend. Nerves getting the best of you?”

“No!” Your face scrunches up in irritation as Dorian chuckles at your far too quick response. A surge of courage surges through you as you straighten your back and push past Dorian into the office. “See! I’m going.”

“Have fun —”

That’s all you catch before you practically slam the door behind you. You stop short as you find Chance standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by papers, game pieces, books and various writing utensils. A speaker playing some instrumental piece sits on the shelf and all the curtains are closed, giving the room a rather eerie feel.

“Ah, hello!” Chance calls, stepping over the disarray to meet you. “Sorry about the mess, I guess I got a bit carried away again…I’m just stumped on how I wanna go about this one.”

“Crafting another campaign?” You question, a fond smile tugging at your lips.

Chance chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Am I that obvious?”

You hold up the bag of food. “Wanna tell me about it over some snacks?”

With that, you’re led into the heart of Chance’s planning, standing with him amongst the many pieces of torn-out notebook paper and guidebooks. You notice sketches of characters from past campaigns scrawled in the margins accompanied by scribbled out plots, twists, settings — worlds built only to be discarded.

“You see, I was thinking of asking you and Dasha if you wanted to reopen the troubadour run,” Chance says as he searches for his notes amongst the clutter, “for some, say, post-credits fun! I was thinking about how we never touched further on how Miles fared within reaching their dream and came up with… here!”

He bends down, grabbing a few papers and holding them out to you. He takes the bag of food from you and sets it aside, eyes never leaving you as you read through his ideas. As you flip pages back and forth, he watches your eyes scan each line and awaits your feedback.

“A royal ball?” You look up to see Chance grinning broadly. “Let me guess — at the apex of the event, expect an enemy force to raid the palace, pocketing whatever they deem valuable. This all is inconsequential to a point until they choose to also take with them… the prized royal family heirloom, a priceless ribbon sheath! Another adventure is born!”

Chance smiles but shakes his head. “Quite the imagination you have! I guess I’m starting to rub off on you, yeah? However, I was just thinking we have a relaxing session for once! Something fun and unexpected!”

“Woah, no risks? No danger? That is unexpected,” you agree. “You said you were having troubles with this? It seems so well thought out, though.”

Even in the dimmed lighting you can see Chance redden as he takes the papers from you. “Well, heh, I really appreciate that. My shortcomings lie within the main event itself — dancing, specifically. I’m just not sure how to best describe it to give you guys the imagery I usually provide.”

“You don’t know how to describe…how to dance?” You ask, confused. He nods and you can’t help but laugh — the idea of a man able to create such vast and beautiful worlds can’t conjure up a way to explain a dance?

Chance huffs, pouting at your reaction. “I-I’ve tried everything I could think of! I even talked to Rainey but that, well, didn’t give me much to work with. This music I’ve had on repeat for hours now has helped only set a mood but nothing more!”

He’s clearly frustrated as he gestures to the papers and whatnot scattered all around the two of you. The aforementioned music fills the silence that follows and you let it play for a moment before an idea comes to mind.

“Dance with me, then.” You hold a hand out to Chance, hoping to the geode goddess herself he can’t notice the tremble in your fingers. “Maybe if you live the experience it’ll be easier to work into a story?”

“Is this just an excuse for you to hold my hand?” He teases but rests his hand in yours regardless. “You know how to dance?”

“Vaguely.” You guide his other hand to rest on your hip before placing your unoccupied hand on his shoulder. “Ready?”

Chance is quiet and you slowly begin to lead in a, frankly, improvised dance. You’re careful to follow the beat while also making sure you don’t step on any of his materials. Neither of you speaks for a couple of moments, too focused on keeping up with one another.

Soon, comfort creeps its way in and the two of you move fluidly together. The proximity becomes less nerve wracking and you find yourself slowly moving closer, practically chest to chest as the dance continues.

“Is… this working?” You murmur after some time, curious.

Chance nods. “Oh, yeah. Had the scene all figured out about five steps into this whole thing.”

“I’m glad I could help.” You go to step back, figuring this is all he needed, but his grip on your hip tightens ever so slightly. “Chance?”

“I’m sorry I turned our hangout into a G&G planning session,” he mutters, casting a glance at the abandoned bag of food in the corner. “You brought food and everything only for me to hijack your plans.”

You attempt to stifle a laugh but find yourself unsuccessful, opting to cover your mouth with your hand. “You say this as if I’m having the worst time of my life.”

Chance shrugs, still swaying the both of you with the music. “Yeah, but —”

“I’d rather this over what I had planned,” you interrupt, reaching up and tapping the space between his eyebrows. “I admire your passion for what you love, Chance. Besides, I’ve just spent — what? — the last ten minutes in your arms. This was the best first date I’ve ever been on!”

Abruptly, the two of you stop swaying. Neither of you step away from each other, however, even when the speaker runs out of charge and leaves deafening silence.

“First date?” Chance echoes, a sort of excitement in his tone. You refuse to meet his gaze out of sheer embarrassment and he chuckles before giving your hip an affectionate squeeze before stepping back. “Here, I gotta clean this up and finish writing the oneshot. Are you free tomorrow to play?”

You nod, words failing you. His smile practically lights up the room and you can’t help but smile yourself — Chance’s joy is nothing if not contagious.

“Great! I’ll let Dasha know,” he says. “And maybe afterwards, you and I can grab something to eat? Koa’s place would be a great place for a second date.”

You nod as he talks, eyes widening as the words second date are spoken.

“A second…! Y-yeah, absolutely!” Your eagerness has you tripping over your words. Clearing your throat, you try again. “I’d love to.”

Chance places a hand on your shoulder and leans in, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Till tomorrow, then.”

Your heart leaps into your throat as you nod furiously, slowly backing out of the office. Once the door is shut you find yourself staring at it just as you had earlier, only this time the nerves are gone, replaced by overwhelming joy. Your heart pounds in your chest as you grin and run for the kitchen.

“Freddy! Freddy! I’ve got something to tell you!”

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The sillies! The full game is out and I'm enjoying it immensely, still on my first playthrough, it is a hefty game. But I wanted to draw more of the characters because I just love them all so much their designs are chefs kiss ❤❤❤

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Its alive…ITS ALIVE !

Referenced from this Frankenstein illustration from 1983 by Bernie Wrightson

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Did not expect to like Volt and Eddie as much as I do omg...

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HAHAHA I knew there would be an achievement for clicking all the boxes!

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i was complaining abt the lack of volt and eddie fan content rn and wanted to be the change i wanted to see or something so here are the doodles i made in equal amounts of passion and rage

both

bigger separate ones

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“The game isn’t out yet and there’s already angst art 🤣”

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This is the part where I start hoping tumblr will have mercy on pic sizes and quantity dfgh

Wanted to doodle a couple of the ones I've met so far while I can because everyone is??? so ridiculously pretty??? like good golly the artists and designers had rent DUE with these and DELIVERED.

Got a bunch more I wanna doodle so stay tuned!🧡🧡🧡

Also pretty sure we're all feeling this rn

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HELLO DATE EVERYTHING FANDOM!!!! I have an ✨ announcement ✨

THE WIKI HAS MOVED!!!! The current editing team has officially decided to not fuck w/fandom due to the fact it as a company is ✨evil✨ and we have all moved to wiki.gg! We have since been updating on wiki.gg for a week now and it has FAR more information than fandom (INCLUDING ALL OF THE TRANSPARENT FULLBODY SPRITES EVER)!!!!!

Please spread the word! All of the editors have put so much effort into the move and it would be wonderful if that became the default in the fandom.

Here's a link! Thank you so much :)

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New pfp!

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I want you to talk about more Ériu ships because I love her personally. Is there a certain date spot she would want to go? Who would take her there?

Oh man, you really put me on the spot 😆

But hmm I feel like Ériu’s Ideal date spot would be having a picnic by the sea of Costa la Sol, or the lake within Lavender Beds, just seem like places where she would go for a swim with her dates (though only if they’re comfortable with the idea).

Ideally, Haurchefant seems like the one who would take her out to those places bc she’s always thinking of going with him, so he would try to plan out his day off to make it possible

Shade Wolf, not to say he wouldn’t but I feel it’s always the other way around where Ériu is the one taking him out after their long days of mercenary work 😆