#uncasting

[worldruins]

(Original post)

It turns out that lacking empathy and strong emotions does not improve one’s decision making skills. I love Cas but @lynxmisnomer’s BOE loves sier hubris more.

[nogoodsheepstealing-greatgrandma]

F&B: Here's a popular fan-favourite black female dragonrider, whose story explores both classism and racism and gives us a view of the plight of the smallfolk during the Dance.

HOTD: What if we got rid of her and gave the next available white guy a wife and kid instead?

F&B: Here's a war criminal with a pretty blue dragon, who is a nicer and more popular war criminal than his war criminal brothers.

HOTD: Well we were going to cut him, but he is a white boy... people might miss him. Guess we better retcon.

[chispas-and-broken-bindings]

Seeing so many actresses around my age fuck with their faces is making me INSANE.

Lay off the fucking filler and the botox and the face lifts and the neck lifts, for fuck's sake.

You all look like the wax museum versions of yourself and I HATE IT.

How is this the beauty standard? HOW? It's horrible.

[cristalbeesnow]

[clickerpunk]

Pls accept this offering of christmas snacks

[burke-juliet]

just started only murders in the building s4 and it's reminding me of when i feared for a second that there was going to be a magnus archives adaptation

[rastronomicals]

11:39 AM EST February 13, 2025:

Parquet Courts - "Uncast Shadow Of A Southern Myth" From the album Content Nausea (November 11, 2014)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

Or Parkay Quarts.

Whatever makes them happy.

[ryanranney]

Far Behind the Foresight

What secrets have I let loose Behind the veil of the keys? Was it not a thousand lifetimes ago? I can feel it as if it were now That soul long ago Staring into the future known Unknown Wondering of what would be found If that little truth be hid If that little lie be revealed If that little image find its way Into the minds of others? The shore was not far enough To keep safe the one put away He…

[plagueoffurs]

"Okay man, *unfolds my wretched hands to reveal your brain guy*"

The two with stars are referenced from drawings done by @chloesimaginationthings. Also please uncast your horrid spell.

[worldruins]

This here is me homunculus.

“Ink”, with an inspector eye for a head and overgrown neural matter for limbs, is a collapsed structure’s attempt at recreating a destroyed puppet when an outside actor frankensteins its systems back to life. Also Uncast Shadows is there but we already know his deal.

Ink is.. dubiously canon to my ocs, but fun to think about nonetheless. They are stubborn and aloof, and somewhat childish. They default heavily to protocol and what a newly-built iterator is supposed to be like, unable to properly fulfill their purposing or fill the void left by Ink Stained Psalms after her destruction. They are pretty accepting of their situation, and not particularly bothered by their predecessor’s death, unlike their neighbors.

Ink exists because of roleplay shenanigans with @/sp1resong’s Howling Paradise, so shoutout!!

[tigger8900]

You are 100% correct in your assessment here.

Voting recently made me think about discourse about average waiting time to vote in the US and it's weird that all the stats and criticism I see in this is based on how long you wait in line. If you have to travel 29 minutes to the nearest polling station and it takes 2 minutes to vote that’s an hour total needed to vote but all those stats would just show it as two minutes and make it appear as if it’s fine

[abeautifulblog]

Just finished marathoning the Interview with the Vampire show, UGH, IT IS SO FUCKING BRILLIANT.

It is... the absolutely pitch-perfect adaptation for someone who was obsessed with those books as a young teen (seriously, Anne Rice was one of my formative literary influences), but who probably could not sit through a straight/faithful adaptation of them now. There's too much in the books that demands interrogation, but this show does. It digs its fingers into all the dark corners Anne Rice left unexplored and peels back its skin to examine the bones.

And jeezus, the acting is good. Sam Reid's Lestat is off the charts, a character that I previously would have said was uncastable, because of the BUCKETS of charisma it would take to overpower how fucking awful he is, but holy cats, Reid is Lestat, it's like he stepped straight out of the books.

...aaaand Armand, always my favorite character, is fantastic. 👌👌👌👌 *Perfectly* cast - ungodly beautiful, uncanny valley a-f, manipulative, gaslighting void with his big soulful eyes and performative victimhood.

Love it, love all of it, can't wait to see what these horrible freaks do next week.

[the-shadowguy]

I saw one of you guyses get permanently invisible'd D: -uncasts the permanent invisible spell-

[regnumveritatis]

(Inspired by the previous posts about the Tomb of the Athenide)

So here I'm using the premise of the Athenide having their effigy at the gates of the Underworld. I've adapted it to the Athenide twins verse and had the idea of there being a warning next to the relief to remind everyone not to enter willy nilly since the only two gods that would have risked life and limb to ensure you make it out alive aren't capable of helping you anymore. But if you're still desperate or stupid enough to continue down this path, then you better come with drachmas cause the twins' savings for departed souls aren't available. Let me know what you guys think.

'To death you come and so we watch, sisters and goddesses long gone.

Beware: no more can we a drachma lay on eager Charon's rowing hands.

The sea bemoans a net uncast, no pearls remain from Loyalty's lands.

A river's bulge shall hear no song of orioles swooping down, above in canopies they stay. For no kind reason is on her way.'

Real name of the statue is 'Grave relief of Demetria and Pamphile, Ca. 325-310 BC.' Two sisters just like the Athenides

[bloodb3nders]

dvd 001: august.

| toshinori yagi (all might) x fem!reader |

wc: 1.89k

warnings: same as masterlist, use of yn

a/n: i feel like i see no all might fics so here's me filling the void!

NOW PLAYING: august t. swift

the smell of popcorn wafted around the lounge in class 1-a's dorm as mina ashido passed around a few bowls for the class to share. as the social butterfly of the class, she had made quite an effort to implement monthly movie nights for the class.

so, with the class all cozied up in the lounge, a heated debate soon broke out over which movie they'd watch that night. the girls clamored for a romance, the boys hoping for something more action-packed.

to be fair, the last two movies were both rom-coms.

with the class of 1-a having cast a vote for either another rom-com or a spy movie, two votes were left uncast. izuku midoriya and ochaco uraraka sat anxiously, almost paralyzed with fear as their classmates begged them to side with them. bakugo tossed out a threat, and mina promised to do uraraka's hair for the next month if she voted for the rom-com.

the ever-anxious midoriya lost his balance slightly from his place on the floor, falling on his back with a thud, arm flailing out, and landing with a soft thunk on a small, black bag. it was underneath the console table of the tv, and midoriya quickly seized it, curious as to what he had latched on to. as the class continued to bicker back and forth, midoriya regained his bearings, as he brought the black bag to his lap. it seemed to be a soft-shell container of some sort, a black zipper along the sides.

he slowly unzipped the case, and a dvd glared back at him, small script on it reading, august.

"guys!" midoriya interrupted, catching the attention of his classmates as all eyes turned to him. "i found some dvds! maybe we should watch them?" he said, holding up the black case. murmurs broke out throughout the common room, some of the guys still wanting to watch the spy movie. however, the girls seemed somewhat interested by the mysterious dvds, and the boys were soon overruled.

as midoriya loaded the dvd in, he noticed that more lay underneath the first, five in total. before he could investigate any further, the tv roared to life, and a picture of what seemed to be ua came into view.

"is that, all-might?" uraraka asked, as the class of 1-a stared at what seemed to be a high-school ages all might, wearing the exact same uniform that they wore everyday to their classes. midoriya's jaw dropped at the sight of his mentor, watching as he flashed the camera a smile.

"aren't you gonna ask me what day it is," all-might's rang out, and the camera moved slightly.

"i still can't believe i'm even recording you right now," a voice echoed from behind the camera, annoyance laced in it.

"someone's gotta document greatness!" all might says, his fist pumping the air, and the camera shakes, laughter echoing from behind it.

"gosh, you're so corny. i'm still in disbelief you say shit like missouri smash. what even is a missouri?" the voice says from behind the camera, and all-might deadpans, signature smile wiped from his face.

"you'll see, one day i'll be number one!" he says, smile coming back to life, and suddenly the video went black.

the screen roared back to life, as the camera focused on all-might again, an unfamiliar girl next to him. the two of them were both in ua uniforms, as the scene unfolded on the grounds of ua once again.

"final year internships start tomorrow!" all-might said triumphantly, and the girl in the video rolled her eyes.

"and where are you interning?" the girl spoke, and all-might quickly responded. the picture jolted slightly, and a groan came from the girl.

"couldn't you have at least invested in a tripod?" she grumbled, and all-might chuckled. "don't tell me a tiny camcorder is what takes you down, y/n," the number one hero responds slyly, amusement painted on his face as the other girl groans.

"you owe me ramen after this," is all the girl responds, and all-might moves towards the camera, before disappearing behind the screen.

"did you finally come up with a hero name?" all might asks, and the screen moves slightly, before focusing on the girl alone.

"keeping it a secret, you oaf," she responds, crossing her arms, and all might chuckles.

"it's been three years, y/n! surely you can tell your best friend what your hero name is!" all might exclaims, and y/n chuckles.

"or you can find out with the rest of the world once we graduate and join our own agencies," you shoot back, a smug look painted on your face. all might groans from behind the camera.

"our own agencies? don't you mean our agency?" all might questions, and you roll your eyes at the camera.

"whatever you say, pretty boy," you respond, and the screen cuts to black, before static fills the screen, signaling the dvd had run its course.

silence swept over the class of 1-a, puzzled expressions dancing on the faces of the students.

"midoriya, did you recognize that girl? is she a pro-hero?" tenya iida calls out, and midoriya shakes his head.

"if she's a pro, she must be retired, or her costume hides her face because i don't recognize or remember her at all," the green-haired boy responds.

"what was her quirk?" uraraka asks, and he shrugs his shoulders, unsure of what to make of the mysterious girl in the videos. the rest of the class begins to conjecture who the mysterious girl could be, standing next to the legendary pro-hero.

as toshinori lowers the camera, you sigh, rubbing your fingers across your temple. "you okay, mind reader?" he asks, nickname slipping out. you couldn't even read minds, but your ability to move objects with your mind had earned you the nickname from the obnoxious blonde hero.

"yeah, just overexerted myself in training earlier, i can feel a migraine coming on," you said as the pads of your fingers massaged your temple, digging in a little too harshly than you should've.

"wanna grab a tea? mint tea always makes my head feel better when i have a headache!" he exclaims, and you give him a soft smile.

"it's okay toshi, it'll be gone in an hour or so, let's just head out," you say, and he nods, picking up his backpack from the ground and slinging it over his shoulder, before offering you yours.

you offer a quick thanks as you take the bag, before the two of you made your way back to your homes.

you're not sure why toshi had chosen to become friends with you upon starting at ua. around your second year, he had emerged at the top of your class. you were usually safe in the top five, but your style compared to toshi's was night and day. he was loud, flashy, and radiated confidence. you, on the other hand, were quiet and calculated, and the idea of taking to the press or looking at cameras made you feel queasy inside.

on your first day, you remember planting yourself at the back of the class, quietly preparing for your first day. toshi had arrived five minutes lates, and after announcing himself to the class, he took the only seat left, one next to you. after class got out, he’d chatted your ear off for ten minutes, and for another hour during lunch. after that, he rarely ever left your side, despite your attempts to thwart him.

over the past two years, you’d slowly started to grow kind of fond of the big blonde oaf, and it didn’t hurt to be close with a student who had great hero potential. after all, he’d won the UA sports festival for the past two years in a row. you typically placed third, which you were more than content with. you’d be a fool to not stay friends with the man.

toshi was also incredibly kind to you, offering to help you train, with school work, even offering to just walk with you to the store during lunch for a snack. you’d grown to deeply appreciate his friendship during your time at UA.

but now, you were entering your third year, and soon, you and toshi would probably end up splitting ways upon graduation. he always told you you were wrong, kept telling you he was positive you’d both go to the same agency, and share a joint agency one day. you thought the sentiment was kind, and you found it a bit endearing how he believed you’d always be there with him, by his side, fending off villains together.

so as the two of you walked back to your homes, you made sure to etch in the moment of the two of you in your mind, before your walks would be no more.

“penny for your thoughts?” toshi spoke, his warm voice snapping you out of your thoughts.

“just thinking ‘bout graduation,” you said, and toshi hummed next to you, as the sun slowly began to set over the two of you.

“you gotta live in the present, y/n! stop worrying about the future, you worry wart!” he teased lightly, and your lip turned up in a small smile.

“you’re right toshi, you’re always right,” you responded, voice soft against the breeze.

“you really will be the number one pro one day, you know that?” you spoke, turning to face toshi, as the two of you neared your house.

“you’ll be right there behind me, y/n!” toshi responded, his voice laced with his signature confidence you somehow hadn’t managed to get sick of.

“I hope so, toshi,” you said softly, as the two of you stopped in front of your house. before walking up the path to your front door, your feet betrayed you, moving a step or two closer to toshi, going up onto the balls of your feet, and planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

“I’ll see ya tomorrow,” you added, and quickly hurried into your house, leaving a surprised toshi standing in front of your house, mouth agape slightly as he touched his cheek, hands lingering over the spot where your lips had graced his cheek.

toshinori yagi had never expected to make friends at UA. sure his new boisterous personality helped him in accumulating them, but he’d wondered if he’d ever make any real friends, the kind he wouldn’t have to always put on a face for, the kind that one day, might know his secret.

and he always thought this way, until he met you. until he saw past your guarded exterior, your kind and genuine personality that made him want to flash a cheesy grin at you. your attentiveness to all of his rambles, even his exaggerated stories. how you always waited for him so the two of you could walk home together. how you gifted him a camcorder for his birthday, so he could 'document his progress.'

and there, under the august sun, toshinori yagi still stood in front of your house, watching your door, hand still on his cheek from where you'd kissed it. he wondered if you'd always be around. he hoped you would be.

august slipped away, like a bottle of wine, 'cause you were never mine.

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