#the 100 cast imagine

[exilethegame]

Who would make the best diss track?

Vethna + Amilia. Amilia would compose + produce the piece and Vethna would come up with some absolutely nasty one-liners to roast the other side 💀

[seethinglikeme]

i think sebastian would’ve grown up to be either a curse-breaker, healer, or professor. he came way too close to azkaban for him to realistically become an auror imo. my hc though is that he became the hogwarts dada professor and one of his students was dumbledore

[lilablanc]

Olá minhas divas,estou muito feliz porque o blog atingiu a marca de 100 pessoas,fico muito feliz que gostem dos conteudos que posto aqui,e pensar que inicialmente eu pensei em criar um blog sobre filmes e no final virou um de fanfics,não sou muito boa com agradecimentos mas é isso,muito obrigada a todas as 100 divas que me seguem,você barbarizam.

💗💗

[rmorde]

The devastation on these four after the reveal of Mechamaru's betrayal... I just cannot imagine how painful that is.

Mechamaru trusted Todo and Nitta to survive but not them.

Kokichi wanted Miwa to be with him in his last moments but not them.

He protected them by underestimating them.

He set them aside by accident because its only Miwa that he felt owed an explanation.

Just... What can they do here?

[review-anon]

To The TTH cast:

You guys are my favorite class from Hope's Peaks! Except for Junko,I HATE Junko

Oh erm...thank you.

Most people prefer the other classes for some other reason.

It's probably because there wasn't a window much between the first and second game for Western audiences.

So they got more attached to the second game.

Also we are often called "anti-social." "Too grounded" and "Not flashy enough."

So its nice to see someone love us.

And thank you for the kind words.

Being rejected like this gives me great Despair so I enjoy all the hate you throw at me!

[antiyourwokehomophobia2]

My biggest pet peeve with Harry potter is that jkr did not write Snape the way she seems to think she did 💀

[basilpaste]

psychonauts au: what if the only time you see color is when youre in siffrins head for the second time. uncovering their trauma. and like the event horizon of a black hole. the red warps and bends around you just as time does as you enter the singularity.

(something something bigfrin something something time itself slows down as you go closer to the center of a black hole due to special relativity [i think] ) (something something time feels like molten sugar around your limbs holding you back and holding you in place but still being drawn foward into the singularity- as even though siffrin doesnt want to share his problems theyre also so desperate for anything- they want and want but they also hate that and dont want you to get any farther and really see them) (i had thoughts. thanks for reading them if you did lol)

i think. i like the idea of this au being in colour actually? but i like the idea of siffrins mind specifically being monochrome. until youre sucked into the darkness where red lies just on the horizon, just out of reach.

[incorrect-bhaalspawn-quotes]

Xan: I'm not gonna make it, man.

Charname: That's bullshit.

Xan: I'm not going to make it, just stop.

Charname: I'm not stopping.

Xan: Charname, stop. Just stop.

[fideidefenswhore]

i would love tmatl and firebrand to both release into the ‘mainstream’ … soon, and not even bcus i have much inclination to watch either; but to please, please, please god, halt the incessant wank that is occurring in this lacuna of tudor content.

[arolesbianism]

Ive been thinking abt isat pokemon teams and I was going to choose out pokemon for all of them but A. I got distracted actually picking out movepools and such for Odile's team and B. I became instantly obsessed with the idea of an isat world porygon that's animated with Craft and starts out being paper themed but gains rock and then scissor themes as it evolved and then I thought wait would pokemon types and craft types be separate things that pokemon could have both of at the same time and now it's 1am and I only have one team thought out

[untilyouremember]

Virgin Love

Available digitally

Available in print

[kuntya]

Out of curiosity, I browsed rule 63.

5% I hauve covid

95% is this horny? ; wtf are you people watching?

[corisbrainrot]

see, I could rewatch the mystreet series and re-remember all the batshit plot points and stuff that made me Unwell. or I could draw the cast as cowboys

[soul-wanderer]

I'll admit that it took me almost seven years to both understand and appreciate Octavia as a character, and it's partially because of how she was initially portrayed, though in hindsight it makes a lot more sense now.

We get to know Octavia as the girl who had to hide for her whole life, who was punished for being born, and whose mother was floated for giving birth to her.

At first, Octavia seems to be this naive young girl who needs protection from her big brother. Then she becomes this defiant girl who keeps pushing the rules and boundaries, and truth to be told, this annoyed me at first, like "hey, your brother is trying to keep you alive, and you're just trying to make his life harder".

But then she progressively turns into that girl that desperately seeks connection and a place/people to belong to, but in the process of that search, she also turns into someone who, for one reason or another, starts killing people left and right. Especially when they're in the bunker, I started to question her motives, and at that point I was pretty much outright annoyed at her solving every problem through deciding that people needed to die. Back then, those actions made her character seem so flat and unlikeable.

But then I realized something - something very, very important: OCTAVIA WAS STILL ALMOST A CHILD.

Okay, yeah, that's slightly exaggerated, but does not make this any less true. Octavia is, canonically, anywhere between 16 and 17 when they get to earth. That girl's brain hasn't even fully developed yet, and she has already faced a lifetime of trauma and lack of social interaction/learning. But instead of this being a fresh start for her, it only turns into a brutal reminder of what she's been through and how much she doesn't belong. Of what she has missed out on. Of what ADULTS have put her through. She was punished for existing, and she realizes that she's done with them. She's not going to forgive them for what they've done and fuck, that is one of the sanest things we see on that show.

And it's one thing that she walks away - and a whole other to survive on earth without belonging to any group. But she somehow manages to find her people and quickly figures out how to survive - and she also learns that life on earth also often means death. And as a side note: Despite it being the norm that literal children are trained for war and death on earth, I will still criticise how easily Octavia was groomed for the role she would later take on. That girl was looking for family - not to be turned into a leader who had to decide over life and death. In a way, that does not make everyone involved any better than those who punished Octavia on the Ark, simply because Octavia had little to no saying in her own fate without severe repercussions.

And AGAIN, by the time she wins the conclave, she is still a minor! Freaking hell, an actual minor, no matter how mature she has to be, is supposed to decide the fate of all of humanity? I mean, what the hell, WHAT THE HELL? And she does an absolute remarkable job at it, too, and she does not nearly get enough credit for that.

It is only then that we actually see her struggling, like truly struggling, and saying that she doesn't want to be a leader to all those people. But does she have a choice? Of course not! Which, quite frankly, is not something I am willing to forgive those around her, no matter how extreme the circumstances might have been. So of course Octavia has to somehow figure out how to keep all those people alive and from killing each other, and honestly, that would have been a damn near impossible task for a grown ass adult. Instead, they put that burden on her, an almost child that grew up isolated and in fear and there is just. no. escape. I am honestly amazed we didn't end up seeing more psychological damage after all of this, though I am certain that girl didn't have a good night's sleep a single day of her life, so there's always that.

All that to say: Octavia was used and abused by everyone she was supposed to be able to trust. First she fell victim to laws on the Ark (laws she did not actively break) and then she was used as a chess piece in a seemingly never-ending war. She never got to just be herself, first she was the poster child of ruthless laws, then of ruthless wars and honestly, if she had one day snapped and killed every single person around her, I would have been fine with that, too. But she did not, and damn, what an incredible - though forced - strength she has shown, even after everything that's been taken from her and everything that's been demanded from her.

She is not this bratty, naive 16-year-old girl - she's always been this isolated, scared 16-year-old girl who has been asked to do things that no one should have asked of her to begin with, but she still rose to the occasion and somehow survived it all, which easily makes her the most compelling character on this show, and I'm sorry that I did not see that before

[connorsui]

Hi! Can I ask for a Sylus fluff, where he gives the reader his bank card for her to go shopping, and he expects a bill to be at least $10,000, but all he sees is about $100. So he asks her if she bought everything she wanted, and she says something like "yeah, there were such good discounts, I didn't spend too much, did I?"

And man is just ಠ⁠益⁠�� GIRL GO SPEND MY MONEY I WANT TO SPOIL YOU

My beloved @lalaluch I cannot explain to you just how much fun this was to even imagine but let alone even WRITE 🩷 like I was losing my mind trying to bust out my Google docs to even make this. But my sickness was literally getting to me that all I could do was imagine--but anywhoo now that it's finally done I hope you all enjoy it ✨️

p.s: I hope this sickness finally leaves me because it be making me internally cry on the inside ...I pray for prayers lol 💅🏻

BUDGET QUEEN

It had taken weeks of gentle coaxing, half-joking remarks, and the occasional exasperated sigh before you’d reluctantly agreed. You had this stubborn streak, an insistence on independence that both irritated and fascinated him. But today, you’d finally caved.

“You’ll take it,” Sylus had said that morning, slipping the sleek card into your hand, his fingers brushing against your palm. “No arguments. No excuses.”

You had sighed, rolling your eyes. “Fine. But I’m not going crazy with it?!”

He had only smirked, knowing full well you would—and knowing full well that he wanted you to.

And now, hours later, he awaited the results.

Sylus leaned back in his leather chair, his crimson eyes flicking lazily over the documents cluttering his desk. A rare break in his usual chaos had him sipping on his usual drink, savoring the brief quiet. That was until his phone buzzed. He set his glass down and checked the notification, a message from his bank popping up.

He expected it—he wanted it. You had finally caved to his insistence after a literal month of convincing and taken his black card to go shopping. He’d envisioned the inevitable message all morning, something like:

One-hundred million spent at Celine and The Row’s combined?

Or perhaps?

Fifty million at Loro Piana?

You’d mentioned their beauty and elegance more than once.

Nevertheless, the man wanted indulgence, excess—you deserved it, after all.

Instead, the message read:

$157.45 at… Assorted Stores.

Sylus stared at the screen, unblinking. Surely, this was a mistake. He refreshed his balance multiple times. Same amount. He checked for pending transactions. None.

“…What?” he muttered, his irritation simmering beneath the surface. He slammed his phone down, crossing his arms as he waited for you to return.

Minutes later, the front door opened, and you walked in, humming happily, two bags dangling from your arms. You looked utterly content, your warm smile sending a pang through Sylus’s chest. He didn’t want to ruin the moment, but he had questions.

“You’re back,” he said, leaning against the doorframe to his study, watching you set the bags down in the living room. His towering presence cast a shadow over you, his white hair catching the light, giving him an almost otherworldly aura.

“Yup!” you chirped, rifling through the bags. “You wouldn’t believe the deals I found today! It’s like the universe knew I had your card!”

Sylus squinted. “Deals?”

“Yeah! Everything was on sale! I even had coupons for some things. Oh, and this boutique downtown was having a clearance event! It was amazing!” You beamed at him, oblivious to his growing disbelief.

“Clearance? ..…How much did you spend?” he asked, his voice neutral. Too neutral.

“Um…” You frowned, pulling your phone out to check. “About a few hundred, I think? Oh, wait—like one-fifty! I didn’t spend too much, did I?” You tilted your head, as if genuinely concerned.

Sylus stared at you, his expression shifting to one of incredulous disbelief. His red eyes seemed to glow, and his lips pressed into a thin line. It was the look of a man deeply offended. Not by you—but by the principle.

“…That’s it?” he asked, his voice sharp but measured, as if he were trying to comprehend an alien concept. “One-fifty?”

You blinked up at him, a little confused by his tone. “Well, yes… I mean, I didn’t want to waste your money—”

“Waste my—” He cut himself off, running a hand through his snowy hair. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. “Sweetheart,” he said slowly, “do you have any idea why I gave you my card?”

“To… buy some stuff?” you offered, suddenly feeling like you were missing something obvious.

“To spoil you,” he emphasized, stepping closer. “To treat you like the queen you are. To shower you in luxury. And you—” He gestured to the modest shopping bags on the floor, his voice taking on a dramatic edge. “—come back with clearance items?”

Your cheeks flushed. “But… I didn’t need anything expensive! I found good deals, and I thought—”

“No.” Sylus leaned down slightly, bringing himself to eye level with you, his crimson eyes boring into yours. “Listen to me, love. I don’t care about the price tag. I want you to have the best. The fact that you’re this thoughtful is adorable—don’t get me wrong—but next time…” He paused, his voice dropping into a softer, more commanding tone. “…I want to see receipts that would make the average person cry.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m not.” He straightened, towering over you again, his arms crossing. “Do you know how much money I make? How much I’ve set aside specifically to spoil you?”

“I can guess?…”

“Clearly not if you’re spending less than a casual dinner out on everything.” His voice was calm, but laced with unmistakable disapproval.

Then, with a breath, he softened—only slightly. “I just want to see you dressed in diamonds,” he corrected, stepping closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over you. “To watch you slip into golden heels that make you shine like the goddess you are. To drape you in silk and velvet, to see you standing before me in a dress that costs more than a car and still doesn’t compare to your worth.”

Your lips parted slightly, caught off guard by the sudden weight in his words.

“I gave you my card,” he continued, voice lower now, intimate, “because I want you to indulge. To spoil yourself the way I ache to spoil you. Because you deserve to walk into a store and not think—just watch and admire”

Your throat went dry.

He lifted his hand, fingers brushing over your wrist before tracing upward, his touch featherlight against your skin. “I want to see you try on jewelry without looking at the price tag,” he murmured. “I want to sit back and watch as a saleswoman fumbles to put a necklace around your throat because her hands are shaking too much from the sheer amount of wealth wrapped around you.”

His gaze dipped lower, lingering on your frame as he exhaled through his nose. “And instead… you bring me deals?”

Your heart pounded, a mix of amusement and something else entirely stirring in your chest. “I didn’t think I needed to spend that much—”

“You don’t need to,” he interrupted, thumb ghosting over your jawline. His voice was softer now, but no less commanding. “But I want you to.”

Your face heated.

“Next time, I’m going with you.”

“What, to make sure I spend enough?” you teased.

“Yes,” he said, dead serious. “And to carry your bags. And to remind you that you can have whatever you want.” His red eyes softened slightly, and he tilted your chin up with two fingers. “All I want is to see you happy. No discounts required.”

You smiled at his sincerity, warmth blooming in your chest. “Okay, fine. Next time, I’ll go a little crazier. Maybe five million?” you joked.

Sylus groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Woman, you’re going to be the death of me.”

You laughed, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. “You’re so dramatic, you know that?”

“And you’re too frugal for your own good,” he shot back, pulling you into his arms. His voice softened, turning almost playful. “But I guess I’ll just have to teach you how to spend properly.”

“Looking forward to it,” you said, grinning against his chest.

Sylus sighed, resting his chin atop your head. As much as he wanted to spoil you senseless, he couldn’t help but love your thoughtful, practical side. It was part of what made you you—and he wouldn’t trade that for anything.

Still, next time… he was definitely making sure you left the store with at least an entire closet filled with designer bags.

For his sanity—and yours.

[the-travelling-witch]

Holly If u dont summon ur ocs RIGHT NOW IF I CANT HEAR WHAT THEY SOUND LIKE IM GONNA IM GONNA IM GONNA

THEY SOUND LIKE THEY WOULD HAVE SUCJ PRETTY VOICES AND I MEED TO HEAR for educational purposes

i’m guessing this is about the post i made about the first ideas for vas i had that i could imagine my ocs sounding like? if that’s the case then i’m not sure what more i can do here, i doubt i could get ryōhei kimura himself to come onto the blog