#type: fancast

[afrofairysblog]

This is my fancast of young Sydcarmy and how they would look like ( mostly middle school or high school when I don't feel like imagining Ayo and Jeremy when they were younger based off of photos lol)

SYDNEY ADAMU

1st row: Leah Seva Jeffries

2nd row: Shahadi Wright Joesph

Carmen Berzatto

1st row: Walker Scobell

2nd row: Levi Miller

[shikamarusky]

[anirudhslosercore]

More buff + undercut + longer hair and it's literally just live action Seo Seongeun/Samuel Seo

[odyswap]

Log #13 The Suitors.

The halls of Ithaca were not as they once were. The banners still hung, the stone walls still held firm, but the air had soured, thick with whispers and watchful eyes. Telemachus sat upon his mother's throne, reminiscing about her. He had dressed in royal finery today, silken and loose robes draped in deep blues and golds, his long luscious locks, brushed to perfection.

The suitors had swarmed the palace like carrion birds, and they weren't just women. The men were the worst of them. They did not seek to wed Odysseus, but rather overthrow him—a pawn to be used, discarded, and replaced. Their plan had begun to reveal itself in murmurs behind secret glances and rumors: force the king into marriage, then slit his throat in the night. One of the male suitors would rise in his place.

Telemachus knew. He had always known, but his delicate fingers had no way to stop them, however... That night, as the palace slumbered peacefully, but his dreams were anything but peaceful.

He was not himself but something greater, someone greater. His hands, no longer soft and careful, were calloused with the weight of a warrior’s blade. He strode across a battlefield painted red, past bodies that lay strewn like broken dolls. His voice carried commands that could shake the heavens, and men followed without question. He was not Telemachus, the prince bound to Ithaca’s decay.

He was legendary, the son of Penelope, the fighter of the soul.

Telemachus awoke to the morning murmur of the court, his body aching as if he had truly fought upon that distant battlefield. The suitors were gathering like usual, their patience worn thin after twenty long years. Their glances were sharp, their smiles were daggers concealed beneath honeyed words.

Among them, Calypso stood apart, a woman of incredible yet dangerous beauty. She had always despised Telemachus, though she hid it well beneath her beautiful lips and gentle laughter. This morning, however, she made no effort to mask her disdain.

“Still dreaming, little prince?” she purred, her voice stained with mockery. “Perhaps of a mother too war-obsessed to return home?”

A ripple of laughter spread through the crowd, and Telemachus’ grip tightened on the armrest of his mother’s throne.

Calypso stepped closer, tilting her head. “Or perhaps,” she mused, “your mind is clouded with my beauty?"

A scoff rang out from the crowd, and Antinous, lounging among the males, smirked. “Look at him,” he drawled, eyeing Telemachus’ flowing robes and delicate features. “Draped in silk like some blushing maiden. Tell me, prince, if your father won’t take a bride, should we be considering you instead?”

The court watched, some amused, others intrigued, as Antinous leaned forward, voice low and mocking. “Perhaps you’d make a fine wife for one of us after all.”

Telemachus met his gaze, and for the first time in his life, he felt something shift within him. The blood of his mother burned in his veins, and before he could think, before he could measure his response, his hand lashed out. The slap cracked through the hall like the sound of a bowstring snapping. Antinous' head jerked to the side, his smirk wiped clean.

Gasps rippled through the crowd, followed by a stunned silence.

Antinous turned back to him slowly, a deep flush of anger rising to his cheeks. His smile returned, sharp as a blade. “Oh, the little prince has fangs,” he murmured, licking the inside of his cheek.

Telemachus exhaled, steadying himself. He had never struck another before. His palm tingled from the impact, but he did not regret it.

Calypso’s lips parted in surprise, but she recovered quickly, chuckling as she stepped back into the crowd. Antinous, however, did not move.

"Well, if you crave it so badly, fight little pup!"

(Femboy/Feminine Telemachusis canon to Odyswap. I thank @messymoonmad for the inspo HAHAH!)

[aibazuos]

My fancast for Law in opla is my beutiful man, Avan Jogia. Since opla probably won’t get to saobaody I decided to do my best to draw Avan Jogia as Law.

I did it in a Arcane-ish art style bc it’s the closest I can get to realism and even then I need to have a photo as base. Bellow will be my reference

[hexa-ro]

Hey guys, can I be real for a second?…

Hasan Piker is my James Potter fan cast (cw blood)

[gwrfelds]

Mark Eydelshteyn as Regulus A. Black

[enabuns]

[bruciemilf]

Hear me out

“Missionary so we can keep arguing”

[emptyjunior]

take a walk with me. come with me. Ratgrinders side campaign? Ratgrinders full side campaign tonight perhaps?

[ian0key]

TMA fancast (Jonathan Sims)

Dev Patel:

Please, look me in the eyes and tell me this man is not our Archivist.

[totallynotkenzz]

Girlies…..hear me out here

Tell me they’re the same photos. Like Charlie is literally the prefect nightwing ever to exist!!! You can see it right??

[flypanegg88]

Old Hollywood Omens.

Peter Lorre and Conrad Veidt.

[eyesfullofsttars]

save me biblically accurate ellabs save meeeee

[possessedplatinum]

Rogue and nightcrawler fancast :D

Ik they were these ages in different years but idc🤫🤫

[derangedthoughtssideblog]

the struggle between wanting a tv show of your favourite books so you can watch edits of your favourite characters and the knowledge that if the actors don't look exactly like the characters in your mind you're going to kill everyone in that show and yourself