Deus Ex Marica

//An imposible situation that gets solved by something conveniently gay// That friend that's a little too woke, I guess. / Spideymbj defender. / Stucky. / Destiel. / Steddie. / Currently obsessed with Bychance.

[bychanceshipper]

Dead girl walking but Chance is Veronica and Will is JD. Where Chance got outed and is like, “My reputation is already ruined so why not” so he figures out where Will lives and….. dead girl walkings him.

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Wait, I love this. Jason, Andy, and Patrick as the Heathers. Billy and Tommy as Ram and Kurt. Mike as Martha.

[exxcaliburrr]

The Strike, the pause

The message from God

Forbid she shows emotion

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She did nothing wrong, your honor.

[uncivilcivilservice]

Uther watching his son's unarmoured, untrained twink be the only one to return with Arthur time and time again when he sent out dozens of highly skilled, armoured warriors with them

[thispoetisdead]

This convo between me and my friend is soooo Merlin and Gwaine coded omg

[airbendingslicee]

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I love Merthur, but Hiraeth is so long I kind of need a palladar cleanse. Any Merwaine fic recs?

Something not as long as Hiraeth, please. I may die reading that. I'm loving it tho.

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Does anyone know what kind of fabric that is? It looks way stretchier than leather, and I think it would be a better fit for a Rogue like Chance. English is not my first language, but I don't even think I would know how to describe it in Spanish lol.

Also, a bit of the inspo for Will's Cleric outfit

[bucksangel]

this is immensely funny to me

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I wasn't supposed to write for my fic today 'cause I had a date, but the guy blocked me on Grindr out of nowhere. Never trust a guy older than you who would still have to stand on his tiptoes to kiss you. Short men are fundamentally evil cause of their closeness to hell.

Mind you, I didn't even suggest the date. It was his idea. I was happy with a touch and go, but nope, he had to get my hopes up and then fucking block me. That's what you get for being kind to someone who wouldn't share more than one face pic on Grindr. I hope he starts balding

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Soooo, medieval underwear looks fucking awful. You guys are going to have to use suspension of disbelief and pretend that Chance going commando in fucking leather pants while fighting wouldn't be the most uncomfortable thing ever

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Does anyone who makes edits know where I can find like models for reference or bodies to use? I don't know if I'm explaining it right. Like something to put the faces and edit clothes on, I'm tired of looking something specific in pinterest find out if it's ai or not.

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Snippet of the RogueWise AU I'm writing (cut for length)

The dungeon of Vecna's Castle smelled like rot, and the cold air of the night rattled Will's bones, making his body ache. If it weren't for the separated sleeves of his tunic, the iron shackles around his wrists that had him chained to the wall would be hurting even more. His connection to magic was dulled by the iron, and he felt like a part of him was gone.

The cold of the winter night rubbed against his uncovered shoulders. Usually, the weather wouldn't be a problem, but with his power gone, he was unable to heat himself. And his tunic clearly wasn't made for winter. He still remembered Vecna's words, and he would rather die than become a slave.

He looked at the guard who was patrolling his cell, thinking of ways he could lure him in and use his legs to neutralize him. The cutouts at the side of his tunic were designed for such cases where he needed the mobility, and the leather pants would protect him from the metal of the knight's armor. At the end, it wouldn't really help him; the guard didn't have the keys to free him, and the retaliation would be worse.

Before he could keep thinking, his pointy ears moved when he heard a grunt and the clash of metal. Someone had killed the guard, grabbing the key to the cell. As the man approached, he couldn't help but think that finally Michael had come to rescue him after days of praying. But when the torch near the entrance illuminated the man's face, he was shocked to see the person the fire revealed.

"In the name of the Goddess, Chance! What the hell are you doing here?"

As the man opened the door, making a face at the loud sound of metal that surrounded the dungeon's hallway, he answered.

"Glad to see you, too, angel. I gather that imprisonment has nothing on your wits."

He was trying to use the same key to open the shackles. Will huffed and rolled his eyes, saying something in that language Chance couldn't understand.

"You are the last person I expected here. And stop trying with that dammed key, the guard holding the one for the chains is not here."

"Fuck, I didn't really want to use the sword. It will alert the guards."

"Do it, We'll handle then later."

"You mean I will handle them. Your can't use your powers."

"You think way too highly of yourself. Shut up and release me quickly before more guards come our way"

"Your wishes are my command, angel." Chance said as the metal of his sword clashed with the iron of the chains."

"Thank you," Will said, rising to his feet. They exited the cell and started walking down the long and tight hallway.

"Was that really so hard to say? Thank you, Sir Chance, you were my only hope," he said smugly, putting the sword away on his belt and clashing his shoulder with Will's.

"Bold words for someone who's no longer a Knight. There is no coin in this world that would make me call you Sir."

Before they could keep talking, another guard saw then in the hallway and charged towards them, they had little time to react.

"Behind me, angel. I'm not letting him touch you." Chance said as he quickly grabbed his katambit knives. He still had his sword, but in such a close space, the karambits allowed him to fight faster.

Before he could charge and meet his opponent, Will started to run towards him. It was so fast that Chance almost didn't see it, but Will took the weird gem that was on the back of his tunic, covered by the velvet hood now. He had seen it before, an unusual gem that now, he realizes, looks closest to the handle of a sword.

And as the cleric started to lift the handle with his right hand, a sword started to come out of his back like an act of magic. As Will ran, he effortlessly launched the sword to his left hand, the blade pointed at Chance as he got closer to the guard.

While the guard aimed the sword high, Will fell to his knees and, with the impulse of the run, slid on the floor, while his blade cut the back of the man's leg. With a quick movement, he made a turn while he was still sliding, launching the sword with his right hand, cutting the other Knight's leg.

As the man fell to his knees, he jumped to his feet, grabbed the man by the hair, and slitting his throat. With the fall of the body, he locked eyes with the rogue, lifting one of his eyebrows.

"I hope you didn't expect me to rely on magic to defend myself. It would be a shame for you to think of me as a damsel in distress only 'cause my powers are not working at the moment."

Chance was shocked, to say the least, if only a little aroused by the display of the cleric. He wet his lips as he tried to snap out of the trance.

"Not at all, Angel. Not at all. But I thought that the iron didn't allow you to use any magic."

"The sword is enchanted separately, disguised so my enemies do not expect it. The iron works on me, not on the weapon."

Chance was amazed by it. It was no longer than his sword, longer than a dagger, and looked like it didn't weigh much. The violet stone fit perfectly with the gold of the handle, and it was shaped like a half moon.

"Do you want me to explain to you the specifics of how it came to be? Or would you rather we leave this place?" asked Will, half smiling, the rogue's blush didn't pass without him noticing it.

Together, they started walking towards freedom, knowing that the fight was still not over. The dungeon, much like Vecna's labyrinth, was designed for you to lose yourself in the corridors, but they both had a plan.

[advictoriams]

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This is so fucking good!!! The second one made my mouth water

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Started writing the RogueWise fic, but I perished in the hands of Merthur. I've been reading Hiraeth, and it's so fucking long, 500k words of angsty slowburn that I didn't know I needed

If this fic doesn't have a fucking happy ending, I'm killing the person who recommended it. First warning.

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I was thinking of this post by @holdmybychance about how the fandom has this hc of Will and Chance always finding a place to sneak in, making it their spot.

And I love the way these two queer kids reclaim spaces and make them safe for their love to grow. Personally, I love when the spot is the art room, a place where Will feels the safest at school, and the hesitation that comes with allowing Chance to be in that space.

So here's an edit of Chance being madly in love and looking for the strength to finally open the door and join him.

[arstoryels]

EVERYONE GET MORE ROUGUEWISE PILLED NOW

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Cleric Will having violet powers is so fucking good. This is such a fucking good moodboard. Chance in the first pic is stalking Vecna's castle to save Will. Every time I think I can't get higher from this concept, I see another post that hits me so fuckig good.

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And if I say Cleric Will thinking Paladin Mik* has come to save him, only for the torch lights to reveal that it's actually Rogue Chance that has come to his aid?

He doesn't trust him at first, but as they escape from the dungeon of Vecna's Castle, they realize how well they complement each other while fighting, creating a dance of violence, desire, and yearning that Will hasn't felt in a long time.

Initially, Chance thinks Will needs to be saved or only knows healing/protection spells. But as he sees the way Will decimates their enemies alongside him, he realizes how much he yearned for someone to be at his side, not only protecting him but fighting with him as an equal

And Will feels it too. The way Chance, after seconds, trusts deeply in his power. He is not sidelined or babied in the fight. This man knew him for a hot second and already decided he is not only worth saving, but he is worthy enough to fight alongside.