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If I ever made it through all the Date Everything characters (or at the very least most of them) would yall wanna hear my opinions on them

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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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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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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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y'all -

i love this fuckin nerd

like.

CMONNNN

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PLEASE DRAW MORE OF CHANCE, I’M BEGGING YOU 🥺🥺🥺🥺 YOU DRAW HIM SO WELL AND I NEED ART TO TIDE ME OVER UNTIL I GET ENOUGH MONEY TO ACTUALLY BUY DAYE EVERYTHING

(Only draw him if you want to of course, but if you do, it would be amazing! Thank you!)

HI HI IM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY!!! I AM OVERJOYED U LIKE MY CHANCE ART!!! THANK YOU SM FOR UR KIND WORDS😭🫶🫶

ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE!! 🎲🌷

not fully rendered since i didn’t have time, but i hope that this suffices for now :D🤲🤲

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HELLO CHANCE NATION🫶🫶🫶

I just finished my last exam so you'll be seeing a whole lot more of me 🤭🤭🤭🤭

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when I’m drunk I gain 100 IQ and start making these it’s like a superpower

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chance doodle btween comms

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y’all know that one concept art of chance tatted up with a tank top? little something inspired by that bc i am super normal about it in a way that is so normal and nonchalant and really cool and normal

also hi tumblr!! im new :DD

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the office objects do get a bit quirky at night...

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Chance was actually so real for deciding the player was absolutely perfect after one (1) dnd session. I, too, would immediately fall for someone if they were just as fixated on my hyperfixation as I was.

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@ozzieisstinky

You know what? Fuck it. I'm claiming Bakugo for the asexuals.

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Clingy needy attention starved hourssss✌️😗

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fictionkin culture is missing all the dumbassery i used to do with my gang and wishing we could hang out together again T^T

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THIS THIS THIS

too many catnip mice, too little time.