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assortment of chance physical affection hcs! ❤️ 🎲

• Please let this dork HOLD YOUR HAND. JUST LIKE THAT DAMN BEATLES SONG.

• His fingers, warm and inviting, slide into your own with ease. Chance doesn’t care when and where. During long GnG sessions, squeezing through the small hallways of your home, watching epic fantasy movies on Telly— if the brunette is gonna info-dump, then he should rub your thumb at the very least.

• Chance loves it when you massage his neck. Not sure why, but you tested it during a particularly stressful situation (blaming a specific embodiment of light) and the man nearly collapsed with a deep sigh. You felt like a wizard that discovered a new spell.

• When Chance is hunched over the table, his red lenses disguising the windows to his soul, your friendly hand appears. Kneading the back of his neck, the man melts and breathes for the first time today.

“Ah, that hit the spot,” He sighs, leaning his head back into the chair. “Thank you, love. I’ll make sure to return the favor later~”

• His dice bracelets are nowhere safe near you. Your curious paws love to slip them off his tatted arm, playing with one while you’re bored. Usually, Chance is pretty protective over his nerdy possessions. But your big curious eyes tell him that you mean harm.

• If you both wear glasses, I imagine that your guys’ first kiss… was, well, far from smooth. Both pairs of spectacles booped into each other before you could even touch his lips, sending you two back with a jump.

Sharing a bashful blush, Chance laughs and gingerly removes his red glasses. It’s a rare sight to see, his warm brown eyes catching the light. The Chronicler comedically squints and it makes you smile like a fool.

Your careful hands hold his square jawline, drawing his chin closer to seal your first of many playful kisses.

• Favorite type of kiss to give: hand kisses! Whether it be a princely plant of the lips to the backside of your hand, a sentimental smooch on your knuckles when you hold his fingers, a seal to the middle of your palm before you roll the dice— you’re absolutely smitten.

And he’s well aware of the size difference.

• Big fan of resting his head on your shoulder. Especially when the writing sessions last longer than usual. Maybe Chance’s projection of a body is finally catching up with him.

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“Tired of setting up torture for our friends?” You ask a yawning Chance, his head residing on your empty shoulder.

Poor guy has spent the whole evening creating a terrifying scenario for his current campaign. You remember him complaining that the idea of raising an army of the dead wasn’t a memorable enough experience. Your head is tired from shaking at his high GnG standards.

“Sometimes creative perfection is far away… just for tonight,” Chance murmurs. “You’re pretty comfortable… pretty … and comfortable.”

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my ask box is open to date everything hcs! i love writing for those goobers (especially chance) 🎲

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I love Chance being written as a bashful fool as much as the next guy

BUT DAMN THIS WHITE BOY CAN FLIRT MY DAMN PANTS OFF

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i thought that chance being freaky was only something he did when you do a perfect game of g&g, but NOPE

after digging through the files, i found out that if you deny g&g with chance, then flirt with him, HE SAYS SOMETHING FREAKY AS HELL AGAIN

chance, honey...... why are you so freaky

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the IDEA of you getting ready for a night on the town with your friends.

you, dripping in drop dead gorgeousness, excited by the prospect of living just a little.

BUT the object you’re dating, harbors a little jealousy that they can’t go with you :(

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it's amazing that you started making headcanons!

Can you make hcs about romantic relationships with Chance?

A/N: Chance self shippers I know you're out there I'm shining a spotlight into an unruly sea

Character: Chance

Relationship: Romantic

TTRPGs are his love language, we all know this. You play G&G? He's all over it. He wants to hear ALL your opinions and all the crazy stories and hijinks you've gotten up to, all your character lore, what your favorite aspect of the game is, every single thought you've ever had about it- he could listen to you talk for hours and still want to know more, and that extends past talking about G&G.

Don't play at all? Know nothing about it? Great! He gets to explain it to you! You will regret this.

He'll try to make all his exposition easy to understand, but sometimes he gets caught up in the fixation and gets himself going on really hard to follow rants about the differences between sandbox and railroad campaigns, and the intricacies of his favorite classes (he loves playing a spellcaster, but has a soft spot for tank/fighter classes as well), and before you know it he's going a mile a minute talking your ear off, but it's always really sweet seeing him get so excited about the things he loves.

Speaking of love and tangents, he talks about you the exact same way. Every single object in the office knows everything there is to know about you because he's so easy to get going at the drop of your name. He loves talking about how smart and kind you are, how creative and funny, how much fun he has being with you and how cool you are. Lux has invested in earplugs because of this.

He's the type to wear accessories of yours if you have any. A scrunchie/hair tie/bracelet around his wrist with his various charms and dice, a necklace of yours tucked beneath his shirt, any sort of pin or clip that he can put on his collar- or even on his DM screen. He likes having a little piece of you with him throughout the day, even when you're around.

Sad to say there's no special privilege dating the dungeon master on this one. He's sweet as can be when you guys aren't playing, and even when you are he's still very considerate and attentive, but his cocky/mischievous side comes out a lot more. He's plotting to kill your character so sweetly. He wants to make your life so hard (lovingly).

Chance, at the end of a two hour long session: Wow! Wasn't that fun? You, who had your character dropped to 0 HP three times after your favorite NPC betrayed you:

Making G&G character sheets is a date activity, I stand by this. If you're not into it, he's happy to move on to other things, but there's something special about how much he lights up getting to do all the small calculations and slow sculpting that goes into building a character, and he can do it in his sleep, so he has no problem following you to other topics of conversation while he fills his sheets out. His fingers will probably be smudged with pencil led by the time you guys are done too, which is equally adorable.

It may not show all the time, but you've got him wrapped around your finger. He's such a "Yes, babe? What do you need?" kinda guy. He'll basically do anything for your attention and affection, and he's not embarrassed by it in the slightest (though he does blush super easily and very frequently because of it). There's so much he'd do with the promise of even a small kiss waiting for him, it's so bad.

He's quite physically affectionate, but struggles with knowing what you want/what's okay, and doesn't always have the courage to ask. He'll spend five minutes trying to find a subtle way to hold your hand or put an arm around you when you're not paying attention, then nearly jump out of his skin when you turn to address him. He gets better at it the longer you're together though, and appreciates you telling him upfront what's cool with you. He's also less nervous about being affectionate when he's really in the zone, or going on one of his tirades. It's a lot of grabbing you by the shoulders, squeezing your arms, looking at you with those big beautiful eyes while he talks about his homebrew ideas or the latest G&G news.

He blushes whenever you guys are playing and he has to hand something to you. "Oh...uh- you can borrow some of my dice if you need more!" Loser. Cast fireball on him and he'll get flustered handing you all those D6's.

Connected to the above, PLEASE show up him and kick his ass in-game, he finds it so ridiculously attractive. Defeat his big bad of the campaign and do a cocky one-liner and he'll drop whatever he's holding and lose the ability to speak. You'll never see his face as red as it gets when you do something cool in G&G.

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chance crush hcs! ❤️🎲

• He’s a passionate dork and nerd, wrapped in that cute dicey hoodie of his. Despite his bursts of confidence from rolling a Nat 20, Chance can’t help but gasp when you congratulate him. Especially with your supportive hand squeezing his broad shoulder.

Poor man forgets how to breathe, making everyone at the table raise an obvious eyebrow. The guy’s face is painted red, matching the dice he just tossed out.

• The man calls everyone ‘maiden’ or ‘sir’ or ‘liege’, but the GnG master purposely bows in front of you while greeting. Embarrassing at first, you’ve shrugged it off at this point and lower your head in tandem.

One time, before he could even speak, you bowed and gently grabbed his hand. Lowering your lips, you grazed the soft skin of Chance’s knuckles.

“Good afternoon, dear dungeon master.” Your voice drops an octave, fighting back a chuckle.

It was meant as a joke, but once you looked up…

Chance was clutching his mouth. Cheeks flared red, his brain was trying to find the appropriate response to a fantasy he’s dreamed about.

• Chance purposely leaves a seat, next to him, open for you during GnG. But if Lux or Parker steal the stool, he’ll make up a bad random reason to move.

“No offense, Lux… your ring light is brighter than usual. I’ll just sit next to (Y/N) today.”

“Parker! What did I tell you about bringing another board game? If you don’t respect my passion, then I’ll sit next to someone who does!”

“Oh! Just realized this is not the proper position to conduct any dungeoning. Just going to—“

—> Picks up the stool and plops it right next to you.

• We all have to agree that he would write roleplay of his original characters with yours.

The times he does get to be a normal participant, he’s giggling with you about what your blorbos will do this session. Maybe they’ll hold hands to get across a ravine? Share a bed? Kiss to get the snake venom out from their tongue?

Chance, kicking his feet, at writing how his OC will sweep your OC off their feet.

• If he catches you flirting with another object, he’ll think nothing of it. Everyone in this damn house is dating each other.

BUT, it does sting a bit when you’re indulging in a game with someone else. Their hyperfixations, their infatuations. Indulging in that person’s passions, having utter fun, looking deeply in their eyes when they talk about their obssession—

Chance forces himself to have a cheery smile in present company.

“You … sure have a knack at this, huh (Name)?”

• Ending on a positive note, Chance loves giving praise. Even if he doesn’t have any reason to speak to you—

“H-Hey (Name)! Cool socks, today! Trying to slide around in style?”

“(Name)! … Um… Just wanted to say nice play last session… haha!”

But the holy damn pick-up lines—

“Holy crit… I failed my saving throw against your irresistible charm.”

“Another 20? You sure you didn’t distract me like you always do?”

“You’re lucky I didn’t check your character sheet today. Call it cheating to have your stats match how you perfect you are.”

Even if they end in cheesy pick up lines, crickets absolutely chirping… your heart grows another size at his adorkableness.

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A Zagreus commission for @silverquackson! Thanks for this opportunity to draw my boy!

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megaera nsfw thoughts (oh boy!)

- Meg would absolutely command you to call her ‘Sir’. ‘Daddy’ is a so/so, but she never turns down any title to show she’s in control.

- The length of her whip is in your mouth, choking out your sinful moans and grunts. It’s her favorite weapon and she likes to use it on her pretty little toy. She does clean it regularly.

- She doesn’t do PDA in public. There are rare times where the Fury will kiss the top of your head, her soft look steeling as soon she gets back to work.

- But if you subtly hold onto her hand or wing, Meg won’t shake it away.

- You always find yourself suffocating with her. In her chest, in her pussy, in her mouth as she rides you—drowning in the possessive Fury is what she trained you to crave.

- Meg will find any way to shove anything inside you. She extends the courtesy of trimming her nails so she can curl them inside you. You see the damn strap more than anything else.

(I have the idea that the Chthonic Gods can change their physical form. Maybe the guys aren’t rocking with a dick that day and want the weight lifted off their crotch. But anyways, back to Megaera cock.)

- If Megaera’s inside you, she’s not sliding out once she’s DONE. And she does not believe in quickies. An hour or more at the very least.

- She makes you kiss it clean. She loves the sight of seeing you bowing your head, your tongue sliding across her pale skin in submission. Her hand is pushing your head lower and lower.

- Meg makes sure you feel pleasure as well. Even if she values her climax, you’re just as important. Tell her what you want and she’ll make an exception.

-An unspoken signal between the two of you forms. Her piercing gold eyes strike you across the candlelit hall, your nervous eyes trailing to her beckoning finger. It's hidden from distracted passersby, covered by her bat wing. Her index finger beckons in a curling motion, ordering you in a simple motion. A preview of what's to come, you think. Like an obedient moth to a burning flame, your body can't help but follow her into her own quarters.

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Zagreus is a Disney Prince in my eyes. He would go to the ends of the Earth to save you, say your eyes look like gemstones, have the charisma to soften an entire army, practice the lute to serenade you….

I’m surprised a lot of people aren’t in love with him

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Melinoe: What’s a munch?

Nemesis: Competitive ladder of munching

Moros: Slowburn of leading up to the munching

Eris: Munching but with explosions and a banana peel thrown in there

Zagreus: It’s munching time

Megaera: You’re her munch

Thanatos: DEPENDS on when the munch is

Hypnos: God please any munch volunteers for him

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Zagreus: It’s munching time

Megaera: You’re her munch

Thanatos: DEPENDS on when the munch is

Hypnos: God please any munch volunteers for him

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It’s funny how Allan and Glep get the most game but it’s because Charlie and Pim are busy being ‘best friends’ for 7 years

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ASH (affection) HEADCANONS

- Obsession is not the best word to describe her interest in you. More like— piqued curiosity. Like a hungry lioness watching a gazelle from afar.

- She keeps her love for you private. Her vulnerability cannot be seen in front of her enemies. You must come to respect it.

- The most she will offer (in public) are compliments rooted in your skills.

“You fought well. Seems that perfection is what we both aim for.”

“Good. Your resourcefulness is not a feat to overlook.”

“I see your power. Use it. It is something that will make our rivals cry in fear.”

- Ash is still brutally honest but will make an exception for you— sometimes. She doesn’t want you to fail and seeing you do so is her greatest fear. Not on her watch.

- PDA is not in her wiring. She lost that ability long ago but it slowly starts to resurface with you.

- A hand under your chin, a pull on your waist or hand, a push on the small of your back— quick, sudden, all under her control. Sends a message and shivers up your spine.

- The robotic warrior will choose whatever is necessary to win the Games. Leigh’s side is slowly breaking through and you hope it doesn’t get rid of the Ash forever.

- Her superiority complex is attractive but forgets that you’re only human. Struggling to catch up, bleeding, huffing and gasping— you’re trying your best. Ash hates to slow down. She’s scouting ahead so it at least gives you a chance to breathe.

- Ash is always paying attention, even if her sights are set on victory. You mention your favorite flower? Just so happens it’s laying on your pillow, coincidentally after you two survived Storm Point. Cant aim well without your favorite weapon? She’s looting every Death Box to make sure it’s in your hands.