#unknown fancast

[westerosiladies]

[bruciemilf]

sorry if you already answered this, but do you have any fancast for dick, jason and tim?

for some reason i see jason as tamino amir or jacob elordi or even damiano david. yesterday i imagine tim as finn wolfhard which i don't even know if it's better or worse than timothee chalamet. no idea about dick tho.

idk i just think that these castings would get me murdered by the fandom, and since im obsessed with your castings i wanted a professional opinion

(sorry if my english doesn't make any sense, it's not my mother language)

Bestie, I should sentence you to a full year of dating the lamest incel on earth for that Finn wolfhard take.

Also, to answer your question— very sadly, there’s very little to almost no Romani representation anywhere, so, I often stray from fan casting Dick.

I don’t want to pick the first good looking white guy with dark hair and be like, yep, that’s Dickie ^^ so for that, I don’t have a choice.

As for Jason, — I don’t think you’re entirely incorrect, necessarily. Some people like lanky Jason. I don’t, so, personally, I don’t agree with your picks, but that’s not saying they’re wrong. Just not right for me.

My personal pick for Jason is Matthew Daddario! And for Tim, this random guy I found on Pinterest, lmao

But these are just my personal preferences, rooted in what fits MY aesthetic and my view. Doesn’t mean they’re correct, just more fun for me.

[jennrypan]

GREEK GODS FANCAST. (If Hollywood was smart-)

ZEUS: Idris Elba

HERA: Angelia Jolie

POSEDION: Jason Momoa

HADES: Keanu Reeves

DEMETER: Angela Basset

[anakinthetrashking]

One of the things I love about Iñaki's Luffy is the way he can make a smile look menacing or turn it into a grimace in just the blink of an eye—and the way he portrays Luffy's carefree attitude that makes everyone underestimate him until he gets serious and the tone switch is just,,, monumental??

And for some reason, this all translated in my head to: hey Iñaki would make a REALLY GOOD live action Gen, especially KoA Era. I would lean in the direction of getting someone younger for The Thief, I think, but??!??!! The mischeivous, trickster, laid back but constantly observing vibes? I think he could EASILY change up Luffy's version of "charismatic in an irritating but loveable way" to Gen's version!!!

Aaaghhhh. Many thoughts head full

[alchemicon]

emerald fennell needs to be stopped and i say this as someone who loved promising young woman

[adamnablelittledevil]

Who are your Sybelle and/or Benji fancasts?

P.S. Sybelle doesn't need to totally match the book description.

[thewingedwolf]

He’d thought it remarkable, to have found two, when in his heart he’d always believed there was only one perfect woman out there for him. His heart had been right. There was only one.

Some non Lily James fancasts for Sophie Beckett!

Adelayo Adedayo - of Some Girls fame, and I’d love to see her again

Mei Mac - a stage actress who recently got some buzz in a Shakespeare production

Oona Chaplin - possibly a little too famous for Bridgerton given the projects she’s done but I think she’d make an excellent romantic lead

Mandip Gill - who didn’t love her in Doctor Who

Anjli Mohindra - best known for The Sarah Jane Adventures and a standout bit in Bodyguard

Katie Leung - Cho Chang from Harry Potter. It would be such a fun comeback role for her!

Susan Wokoma - from Enola Holmes, another Netflix original

Neelam Gill - a model, but she’s been trying to break into acting for years, much like a lot of the actors they’ve cast

[hallasimss]

girls and gays. pls tell me why when it comes to creating sims do i insist on making it as hard for myself as possible

[bearwithegg]

Fight Like a Girl || B.Blackwood || Part 2 ||

My thoughts have just been plagued with scenes I can write for this, i honestly intended this to be 2 parts but I ALREADY HAVE IDEAS FOR PART 3 SO FUCK IT WE BALL???

PART 1 HERE

PART 3 HERE

Kieran!Benjicot Blackwood (fancast) x f!Reader

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: Swearing??? Idiots in love but they dont know what that means

Tags <3: @spider-stark

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War, for all that it brings with it, destruction, pain, suffering on a scale hitherto unknown remained a constant and unchanging conundrum. Were the gods so cruel as to let brother kill brother over trivial squabbles? It was a fascinating thing, to understand, to learn. You, however, decided in this current juncture it felt like a personal punishment aimed to torment and break you down. Realistically, the suffering it caused on a wider scale was insurmountable and that was something you could acknowledge. But in this instance, the way your body aches and screams from constant use makes it feel like a personal sleight.

“Your grip is weak.”

A soft groan of frustration exhales when you sigh, “I cannot hold the sword otherwise.” Dropping the sword by your side, it had been hours without respite and weeks of training for what? You still couldn’t even hold a sword properly and that frustrated you only more.

Benji laughs, softly, circling you with his head tilted to the side. You want to hit him but decide against it. After all, he didn’t need to visit your tent and assist in getting you battle ready — yet he did it either out of some sense of male honour or he secretly enjoyed overseeing your own personal agony.

“Does my ineptitude amuse you, my Lord?” You throw the sword on the ground, it landing with a thud on the canvas flooring. In the throes of frustration, you wipe the sweat from your brow and run a hand through unevenly chopped locks of hair.

“Your petulance, perhaps.” The boyish smile breaking through his hardened demeanor always caught you off guard. A gentle reminder that he was not some battle beaten man, he was young and had his innocence ripped from him; more or less like you. “You may not see it but there is improvement,” he dips down to pick the sword up, holding it out for you to take it again.

Right or not, it didn’t matter in the present. The improvement may have been so miniscule it might as well not have counted, though it was always difficult to see one's progress without the lense of the past. And with a sigh of concession, you snatch the sword from his hand and give him a goading look, lips pressed into a thin line.

“Again,” he instructs firmly, tongue protruding slightly out from between his lips — he was too good at that, switching from his natural charming disposition to a commanding authority in an instance. As if two halves of him were at odds with each other, another part of him lay dormant but the crazed look in his eyes often betrayed his steadfast composure. You weren’t sure if you liked it or feared it.

With a roll of your wrist and standing with a sturdy bearing, you take an offensive stance. His eyes wander all over you, in a completely different scenario it may have been flattering or intrusive, but there is no desire hidden away in the deep brine pools of his eyes. Under his scrutinous gaze you hold firm; at least my wrist doesn’t feel like falling off.

Improvement.

He steps to your side flank, head tilted in thought. The low hum accompanying the loud thoughts you wished he’d say out loud.

When did he get so close? You swallow nervously — he was a practical man, but often opted to show you how to do something by watching him first. Surprisingly gentle to the touch he brings a hand over yours, the one that grips the sword and adjusts your grip. Tilting your wrist slightly and nudging your thumb to a different position.

��Can you feel the difference?” He murmurs, an unexpectedly tender moment that would have floored you entirely had you not spent weeks training at his command. Even now though, you feel composure waning, creaking away like a tree that has had its trunk chopped halfway.

“Feels like… I have more control,” You utter, looking slightly over your shoulder. Oh. He was much closer than you thought.

He nods, softly adjusting your grip to keep the blade upright, though he doesn’t move his hand this time. “Your stance is good and solid. But means little if you have no strength to fortify it…” His other hand is held up so that you can see it and slowly brings it down to your hip. Not once during this small interaction does he break eye contact, it was as though he was giving you the chance to stop him if you wanted to.

You don’t, of course.

A moment of hesitation as he tentatively touches your hip before holding it and rotating you ever so slightly, “what you lack in strength, you have in speed… This stance is better for your momentum.”

“Right,” you whisper, blinking out of the daze you felt yourself fall into by the pull of his gaze. His eyes were so lovely. In moments like this they were bright with a golden hue, as if marked by the Gods. Other times they were dark, dangerous abyssal pits that you could equally get lost in. But not now.

“Good,” he smiles, the same boyish smile that makes you a little nervous and nauseous concurrently. Which was a strange feeling because you weren’t repulsed by him and yet your body reacted all the same. No one had ever elicited such strange reactions within you like he did.

“Try and disarm me.”

“What?” You feel your arm immediately drop as he steps away and unsheathes his own sword. No longer honey touched eyes boring into yours, they were void and wild. He doesn’t give you a chance to process anything before swinging his sword, you have no choice but to stumble back, practically flailing your own sword to stop from getting hurt.

Clang!

The metal blades ricochet off one another and you take the chance to scurry across the bed swiftly before he can attempt another blow, “fuck, fuck — fuck!” You hiss, standing on the other side of the tent, barely a chance to think properly before he’s back onto you like a grounded tempestuous storm.

With wide eyes you jump out of the way, his sword connects with the side table and wood splinters off into pieces. The first casualty — you’d have laughed or joked if you weren’t absolutely fearing for your life in a way. Heart pounding hard as you take a chance to counter, using a leg to disable him by going for his knees but he sees it and contorts his body just in time.

“C’mon!” He shouts, eyes wild and borderline murderous.

Unsure what possibly possessed you other than it felt right. Call it a childish rebuke or not, you instantly straighten your stance and yell back at him, a deep and guttural yell, like one would trying to fend a bear off an attack.

He licks his lips, the grin of a mad man apparent, “there she is.”

This time you swing first, kicking off the back leg gives you a good enough propulsion and wind up with the sword. Cling! He cross blocks, letting your blade slide down his own and the two of you are practically face to face, the slightest smirk pulls at his lips and you match it with a barely audible snarl.

Using your full body weight, you push into him to get distance which only just works.

Another swing from him, narrowly missing your shoulder as you jump aside, his sword clashing with one of the bed posts, it snaps under the force and limply hangs onto the unmarked wood. You take advantage of his over extension, ducking beneath his arms and opting for the best option, shouldering him in the waist and bringing him down to the ground.

Not your finest work, but he tumbles - and you with him - onto the canvas flooring, but at least you had the upper hand and though strength was not in your arsenal just yet, speed was. Pinning him to the ground, you straddle higher than the waist to keep him from bucking you off or swinging his legs around.

Both of you held your blades to each other's throat in a stalemate, chests heaving with heavy breaths.

“A fair play, my lady,” he pants quietly, though the impish grin on his face suggested otherwise. Your eyes travel down to his other hand where he had his dagger pressed softly against the leathers of your tunic, no doubt a lethal puncture in the abdomen if you were in a real fight. He lowers his blades, “you are improving — getting better at trusting your instincts.”

“You went easy on me,” you whine, tossing your blade indignantly. The semi victory loses its glory almost instantly, souring in your mouth. Standing back up seemed to be more effort today than usual, muscles shaking, screaming for a modicum of respite. But war does not rest so neither shall your body.

“If you wish for me to kill you, then you need only ask,” he jests, you knew this — he was holding out for a reason. You hadn’t seen him in battle but can very well imagine without much stretch of the imagination how he has coined the notorious namesake of ‘Bloody Ben Blackwood’. Even more it seemed, he was often harsher, stricter and more brutal when he would lead training with the younger boys.

“Don’t offer such a tempting proposal,” you laugh, tired, exhausted.

He looks at you, seriously for but a moment, “if you desire rest, it is okay to take it.” And the sweet, caring and kind Benji fronted, flecks of gold honey in his eyes as he steps forward and grabs your hand with a touch so kindly it seemed foreign. He need not force you, tugging you to the bedside and sitting you down, “you are not weak for needing rest.”

You chuckle softly, “there is no rest for someone like me, I need to be ready for when we march forward within the tenday.”

“You won’t be much use to us if your legs cannot even carry you. Rest.” He says firmly, pushing gently on your shoulder which didn’t need much for you to collapse onto the bed. “We can resume overmorrow.” He’s seated on the side of your bed now, you open your mouth to contest but he glowers immediately, tilting his head forward and setting his jaw as if to silently say ‘don’t you dare’.

So you don’t dare.

“If I was less encumbered by my exhaustion I’d have hit you for looking at me like that,” you bite, rolling onto your side and instinctively curling in on yourself.

“You certainly would have tried.” He laughs.

“And succeeded, I pinned you already today — I could do it again if I willed myself.”

“Is that so? Perhaps we should get a maester to check those ears of yours, did I not request you disarm me? I don’t recall asking you to pin me.”

“Hmmm,” you hum, narrowing your eyes at him though the barely suppressed smile betrayed your poor attempt to keep a straight face. “I stopped thinking the moment you attacked me like a brute.”

He nods along with your words and though his words are vaguely threatening, his smile indicates a hint of mischievousness, “a Brute am I? You have a crass tongue, My Lady, you’d better keep it in check.”

“Clover.”

“Hm?” His head tilts to the side, like a dog hearing a command.

“Call me Clover… Garrus finds it easier… Less likely to accidentally call attention to my identity.” You run your fingers over the furs of your bed, naturally you omit the little part of the nickname because that seemed sacred to Garrus. Only he can call you that. But Benji had your trust, and you had his, even if it be an unspoken bond that grew stronger the more time elapsed within one anothers company. He at least deserved a little part of you.

There is silence, as he sits on your words, a faint smile ghosting his lips and he nods singularly, “As you wish, Clover.” And the strangest feeling encompasses the tent, it was thick but not suffocating, warm but not a hellfire. His hand moves so deftly, you hadn’t seen it until his fingers barely grazed your temple, pushing back a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

He holds it, a moment, two moments, before his eyes blink rapidly, something reminding him of his place and he flushes red, retracting his hand quickly as though he had touched hot coals. “A-Apologies… forgive me — that was wholly inappropriate. Please do rest, I will see you overmorrow.”

It happened rather quickly, he stands and you sit up as swiftly, “Benji.” You call but he was out quicker than bat out of the hells. Your shoulders slump, a faint pout on your lips as you try to decipher what that could’ve been about. Whatever it had been, you liked it, you liked him but that could mean a plethora of things.

You sigh, falling back into the bed and staring at not particularly anything. Perhaps it would be prudent to speak on the matter with Garrus when he returned.

[westerosiladies]

Sansa Stark Month Day One: Women

[bodegadulac]

I was thinking about Worm fancasting and i came to a conclusion. The actors need to be unknowns to make it more realistic.

Just think about it, how many found footage films break their inmersion because you see a famous actor?

I think one of Worm's strenghts is that all the charcaters feel like people, if you have them look like normal people it feels more real.

Except Scion, Scion should be played by Nicholas Cage.

[historicaltargs]

"But Lord Aenar’s maiden daughter Daenys, known forever afterward as Daenys the Dreamer, had foreseen the destruction of Valyria by fire. And when the Doom came twelve years later, the Targaryens were the only dragonlords to survive" - Fire and Blood

Fancast - actress unknown, the movie "Excalibur" (1981)

[asoiaf-fancasts]

Rhaenyra Targaryen - Fancasts

Age: 07 - 33

08 [Mother’s Death]

14 [Tourney]

17 [Marriage to Laenor]

23 [Marriage to Daemon]

32 - 33 [Civil War]

Appearance: She is beautiful with the Valyrian look and small lips. After her first 3 children she retained the weight from their pregnancies having a thick waist. She is dressed richly and is often wearing rings.

Character: Elizabeth Murray [Younger]

Actress: Cara Jenkins

Movie: Belle [2013]

[She was 8/9 during filming so good for Rhaenyra when her mother dies and she is declared heir to when her father marries Alicent. She is pretty with pale skin, blonde hair and small lips.She wears mid 18th century clothes ish.]

Character: Katherine Woodville

Actress: Elsa Houben

Show: The White Queen [2013]

[Unknown age, looks to be around 8 - 10 years old so good for when Rhaenyra is declared heir till her first half brother is born. She is pretty with fair skin, blonde hair and a small mouth. She unfortunately is only shown in one scene clearly. She wears a 15th century ish dress.]

Character: Violetta Giurgiu

Actress: Anamaria Vartolomei

Movie: My Little Princess [2011]

[She was 11 during the filming of this movie so good for a year before he sweet half sister was born. She is pretty with blonde hair, pale skin and small lips. She wears modern clothes that are still good for close ups.]

Character: White Queen [Younger]

Actress: Amelia Crouch

Movie: Alice Through the Looking Glass [2016]

[She was between the ages of 10 - 12 during the filming of this movie. So, good for when her half brother and sister were born. She has light blonde hair, has small lips and is pretty. She wears fantasy clothes.]

Character: Lucrecia Borgia

Actress: María Valverde

Movie: Los Borgia [2006]

[She was 18 - 19 during this movie so the right age for Rhaenyra when she’s married to Laenor. She’s pretty and has small lips and blonde hair that is a bit too golden. She unfortunately has brown eyes and is not “thick of waist”. She wears 15th century Italian ish clothes.]

Actress: Catherine Howard

Actress: Tamzin Merchant

Show: The Tudors [2007] [Season 3 & 4]

[She was 22 - 23 during this show so good for her during the start of her marriage to Daemon although she does have a love interest that more suits Harwin and is playing a character of an age with Rhaenyra when she was with Harwin. She’s pretty. She has lighter blonde but golden hair and small lips. Unfortunately she is quite skinny and not thick of waist. She wears Tudor ish clothes.]

Character: Queen Jadwiga of Poland

Actress: Dagmara Bryzek

Show: The Crown of the Kings [2018]

[She’s 22 - 25 during this show so a good age for Rhaenyra during her marriage to Daemon. Her hair is brown and obviously not correct for Rhaenyra but with some editing I do think this fancast could be really good. She has pale skin, a rounder face and small ish lips. She isn’t plus sized but she is “thick of waist” compared to the other actresses. She wears 14th century polish clothes.]

Character(s): Lucrecia Borgia & Constance Chatterly

Actress: Holliday Grainger

Show: The Borgias [2011]

Movie: Lady Chatterley’s Lover [2015]

[She was 22 - 25 during the show and was 26 - 27 in the movie so good for during her marriage to Daemon. She is blonde although a bit more golden than I imagined her hair and has relatively smaller lips. She has a rounder face in the movie but is unfortunately skinny in both. She wears 15th century Italian clothes in the show and in the movie she wears late 1920’s clothing.]

Character: Catherine the Great

Actress: Yuliya Snigir

Show: Catherine the Great [2015]

[Suggested by: ???]

[She was 31/32 during this movie to the right age for her at the start of the war. She wears a silver wig, has a round ish face and small lips but unfortunately isn’t really “thick of waist”. She wears 18th century clothes.]

[meekmedea]

Livia Cardew First Lady of Panem Future President of Panem?

Upon her husband's sudden death at the hands of Panem's infamous serial killer, the Knave of Hearts, she would dazzle the country with her skill as she stepped into the late President Snow's role until a new President was sworn in.

But behind closed doors, there were some who suggested that alongside filling in her late husband's role as President, she took on his lover for her own as well.

Fancast: Lucy Boynton

Context:

Knave of Hearts -> Androcles Anderson. This identity is unknown to the public. (his alter ego is a WIP, may change)

Coriolanus' lover -> Clemensia Dovecote. Alleged lover as it is one-sided and it isn't Clemensia who's pining.

animals + their counterpart: snake -> Coriolanus, lion -> Livia, dove -> Clemmie

Bonus - Livia before Coriolanus' death

"The future President's wife does not parade herself as some sort of entertainment for others to gawk at." - Mr. Cardew to his daughter

Prior to her marriage, it was widely speculated Miss Livia Cardew would have been made the next prima ballerina at the prestigious Capitol Ballet. However, with her marriage, she would retire from the ballet scene.

[dreamsandstars24]

my ACOTAR fancast- Inner circle

CASSIAN:

I think we can all agree that Can Yaman is the perfect Cassian. He looks like he could tell you "hold to the headboard" and threaten to kill you, and all you will be able to say is "thank you." He is from Turkey.

AZRIEL:

This man is BEAUTIFUL AND EXACTLY AS I PICTURED AZ. He has those airs of "I know how to make you scream" and you don't know if he means from pleasure or pain but I'll be up for both. Imagine him with shadows and wings and BANG! Azriel daddy. His name is Evans Nikolakopoulos and he from Greece.

AMREN:

I mean, yes? Jung Ho Yeon has that mystical face that for sure has that unknown power inside of her. Only problem for me is her height but it's okay! I still love her a lot and imagining her with Varian and rejecting Rhys? Dude. I'm up for her.

MORRIGAN:

I had trouble deciding on Mor because I wanted someone who was not front United States but I decided on Dove Cameron because she is beautiful and has that look of "I will challenge all of you for my freedom". Besides, its Dove Cameron. That's enough explanation.

RHYSAND:

this man doesn't need an explanation. It's Henry Cavill. That's it. Any other choice is wrong.

Now,

I wanted non- American actors because of the accent. I need my ACOTAR family to have accents. NON AMERICAN ACCENTS. Dove is Dove but she is Dove and I love her. This is my fancast.

Stay tuned for the Archeron sisters, the high Lord's, the Valkyries, the band of exiles and more!

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

[aquarines]

fancasting for iwtv season 3 seems useless because the casting team will continue the tradition and hire unknown theatre actresses who did some minor tv work for both gabrielle and akasha and they'll both kill it at their roles