#thomas sangster icons

[amezgrl]

☆. . like or reblog and give me the credits if you use or add filter/psd ♡!!

[fansmazerunner]

THE 3 MAZE RUNNER FILMS AVAILABLE ON NETFLIX 😭

[bellzsad]

missing the iconic duo of dylan obrien and thomas brodie-sangster a lot right now holy shit

[newtslvt]

I need more people who have seen the movie Nowhere Boy so I can go on a rant about how good Thomas Brodie Sangster looks as Paul McCartney (Also because I really want to buy the movies soundtrack on CD, the actors who sung the iconic Beatles songs were credited as “The Nowhere Boys” and I think that’s super cute)

[ilovejb]

| Can’t wait to touch you |

Pairings: Thomas Brodie Sangster x female!reader

Summary: Long-distance sucks, but teasing Thomas over text? Definitely doesn’t. What starts as playful turns into something neither of you can wait for any longer.

Warnings: 18+ MDI explicit content, long-distance sexting, established relationship, suggestive photos, spicy reunion, soft dom vibes, aftercare, fluff

Authors note: I got inspired after watching the maze runner 😎

The silence in the apartment had become a familiar, almost unwelcome companion in Thomas’s absence. Prague, with its fairytale architecture and the demanding schedule of his period drama filming, had swallowed him whole for what felt like an eternity. Weeks had bled into each other, marked only by the stilted rhythm of texts and the occasional, crackly video call that left you both wanting more than a screen could offer. Tonight, the silence felt particularly heavy, the space beside you in bed a tangible void aching for his presence.

You lay amidst the rumpled sheets, one of his worn t-shirts clinging to you, the faint ghost of his scent a bittersweet reminder. Your fingers traced the empty space beside you, a phantom limb yearning for his warmth. You picked up your phone, scrolling through the camera roll, each image a little pang of longing. There was the goofy selfie from your last holiday, his arm slung possessively around your shoulders, both of you radiating a shared, easy joy. A candid shot of him lost in a book, sunlight catching the soft curve of his lips, a moment of quiet intimacy you now treasured.

A sigh escaped your lips, heavy with unspoken desires. You missed the easy comfort of his presence, the way he filled a room with his quiet confidence, the simple intimacy of his hand finding yours without a word. Tonight, though, the missing felt different, sharper. It wasn't just his company; it was a deeper, more visceral yearning for his touch, for the specific way he made you feel.

With a hesitant thumb, you typed out a message, the words feeling both vulnerable and undeniably necessary.

“You know I miss you, right? But also… I need you. So badly it aches.”

You stared at the message for a long moment before hitting send, a nervous flutter in your stomach. It felt like stepping boldly outside your usual reserve, a directness fueled by weeks of pent-up longing.

Your phone buzzed a few minutes later. His name flared across the screen. You snatched it up, a hopeful warmth spreading through you.

“Yeah, darling, I know you miss me. Believe me, the feeling’s entirely mutual.” The text was followed by the familiar voice note icon. You pressed play, his low, familiar timbre wrapping around you like a warm embrace, a momentary balm for the ache in your chest. “What exactly do you need, though?” There was a playful, teasing edge to his voice, a hint of knowing that sent a shiver down your spine. “Tell me everything.”

A wave of heat flickered within you, spreading low in your belly. You bit your lip, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across your face. You stood up, pulling one of his oversized hoodies from the back of the chair. The soft fabric, still faintly imbued with his unique scent, enveloped you, the hem falling to your mid-thigh, leaving your legs bare. You wandered over to the mirror, catching your reflection.

The hoodie, the expanse of bare skin… an idea began to form, a playful rebellion against the distance. You angled your phone, snapping a quick, casual photo in the mirror.

“Thought you might want to see what you’re missing…” you texted back, attaching the picture.

His reply was almost immediate, a string of breathless texts.

“Bloody hell, Y/N.” “Are you actively trying to derail this entire production? Because you’re succeeding.” Then came the voice note, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through your phone. “You look… utterly devastating.”

A thrill coursed through you, a delicious sense of power. You were getting to him, even across the miles. You decided to push a little further, to stoke the fire. You ran your fingers lightly down your bare thigh, the sensation sending a shiver tracing its way down your spine. You captured the movement in a close-up shot.

“Look what you made me do,” you texted, attaching the photo.

His response was swift, a potent mixture of exasperation and raw desire.

“You have absolutely no idea the images you’re painting in my head right now. Utterly filthy ones.” Then, the visual. A close-up photo of his hand, the knuckles slightly white as he gripped something just out of frame. The unmistakable bulge straining against his period costume trousers spoke volumes.

“Look how hard you’ve made me. Happy?” he texted. The image left no room for misinterpretation – the thick ridge pressing against the fabric, the obvious length and the heavy pulse straining beneath his fingers.

Your breath hitched. The game had definitely escalated, crossing a line into something intensely personal and charged. You swallowed, a nervous excitement coiling in your stomach. You lifted the hem of his hoodie, just a fraction, capturing the curve of your hip and the bare skin beneath, the soft shadow hinting at more. You hesitated for a long moment, the image on your screen feeling intensely intimate. You sent it.

“Immensely,” you replied simply, the single word laden with unspoken longing.

He sent another voice note, his breathing sounding ragged. “You’re playing a dangerous game, love. Just so you know, the moment I get back tomorrow night… you’re going to regret teasing me like this. In the best possible way.” The promise in his tone sent a shiver straight down your spine.

“Is that a threat, Mr. Brodie-Sangster?” you texted back, your fingers dancing across the screen with a newfound boldness.

“Absolutely,” he replied instantly. “Sleep tight, darling. Or don’t. I know I won’t be.”

The rest of the night unfolded in a series of increasingly intimate exchanges. You sent a delicate shot of your collarbone, the lace of your bra peeking out. He countered with a whispered voice note detailing exactly what he’d do if his lips were tracing that same line, the sound of his breathy voice sending a jolt through you. The anticipation thickened with each message, a taut thread stretched across the continent, humming with unspoken desires.

The next day felt like an eternity, each minute dragging with agonizing slowness.

You found yourself constantly checking your phone, the digital silence between messages amplifying the building tension. You tried to distract yourself, but your thoughts kept drifting to the impending reunion, the electric charge that had crackled between you over the digital waves.

You chose an outfit – a soft, barely-there slip that you knew he loved, the silk whispering against your skin like a promise – and waited, the anticipation a tangible ache.

Finally, as the evening shadows lengthened, the sound you’d been longing for – the distinct click of his key turning in the lock – echoed through the apartment. Your heart leaped into your throat, a rush of pure adrenaline coursing through you. You were already halfway to the door when it swung open. Thomas stood there, the weariness of travel etched on his handsome face, but his eyes, the moment they found yours, held a raw, possessive hunger that stole your breath and made your knees weak.

He dropped his worn leather travel bag with a heavy thud, the sound swallowed by the sudden, charged silence that filled the small entryway. Words seemed inadequate, unnecessary. He closed the remaining distance between you in two long strides, his hands reaching for you, cupping your face, his thumbs gently stroking your cheekbones. You leaned into his touch, the familiar warmth of his skin against yours sending a wave of pure relief and a burgeoning, insistent desire through you.

His gaze searched yours, a silent conversation passing between you – weeks of absence, the playful heat of the previous night, the undeniable, magnetic pull that had drawn him back to you. Then, his lips found yours, not with a gentle greeting, but with a possessive hunger that spoke volumes of his own longing. It was a bruising kiss, demanding and immediate, a physical claiming after the enforced distance. His hands moved from your face to the nape of your neck, his grip firm, possessive. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, the familiar taste of him igniting a fire that had been banked for far too long.

He finally broke the kiss, his breath hot against your ear. “Been thinking about last night the entire flight,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. “Every single word, every single picture. You have no idea what you’ve done to me.” His lips trailed down your jawline, finding the sensitive spot just beneath your ear, nipping gently before his tongue flickered out to taste your skin.

He didn’t wait for a response. He scooped you up in his arms, a low growl rumbling in his chest, and carried you towards the bedroom, his eyes never leaving yours. You clung to him, burying your face in the crook of his neck, the familiar scent of him – a heady mix of his cologne and something uniquely his – filling your senses, a grounding anchor after weeks apart.

He laid you gently on the bed, his gaze still locked on you, a silent promise hanging heavy in the air. He shrugged off his jacket, his eyes tracing the line of your body beneath the silk of your slip. You reached out, your fingers tentatively tracing the line of his jaw, the slight roughness of his stubble a welcome sensation against your skin.

Your hand then drifted lower, finding the hard ridge straining against his trousers.

He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes darkening further, a primal gleam igniting within them. He met your gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken, intensely physical desires that had simmered between you. He didn’t stop you as your fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, the metallic click echoing in the quiet room.

His trousers and then his boxers followed in quick succession, revealing him fully. His cock sprang free, thick and already throbbing with anticipation, the head glistening with pre-cum, its impressive length and heavy girth undeniable.

He watched your reaction, a possessive smirk playing on his lips. “Missed this view, haven’t you?” His voice was a low, husky invitation, laced with a confident knowing.

You swallowed, your gaze lingering on the impressive length of his erection. “Desperately.”

He reached for you then, his hands sliding beneath the hem of your slip, his long fingers finding the warmth and dampness between your legs.

You gasped, your back arching slightly as his touch ignited an immediate, visceral response. “So wet for me,” he murmured, his thumb finding your most sensitive nub and pressing gently. You cried out softly, your thighs parting instinctively, offering him more.

He continued to pleasure you with his fingers, his touch knowing and deliberate, teasing you right to the very edge. All the while, his eyes held yours, a potent connection of shared, escalating desire.

He savored your reactions – the way your breath hitched, the soft moans that escaped your lips, the involuntary tremors that ran through your body.

Then, he shifted, kneeling between your legs.

You watched, mesmerized, as he positioned himself, the full, hard length of his cock now inches from your slick heat. He braced his hands on either side of your head, his gaze intense, possessive. “Ready to feel me inside you again, darling?” he breathed, his voice thick with lust.

You could only nod, your breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps, your body already aching, throbbing for the deep connection only he could provide.

He entered you slowly, deliberately, stretching you open inch by agonizing inch. You cried out softly, the sensation both exquisite and slightly overwhelming after the enforced absence. He paused, letting you adjust, his eyes searching yours, filled with a possessive tenderness.

You could feel the impressive girth of him filling you completely, a deep, satisfying pressure that chased away the emptiness.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he murmured, his fingers tangling in your hair, tilting your head back slightly.

“More than good,” you whispered, your hips already beginning to lift, instinctively seeking more of him.

He obliged, beginning to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each thrust was deep and knowing, a claiming that echoed the weeks of longing. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of his hard length buried inside you.

His hands roamed your body as he moved, cupping your breasts, his thumbs teasing your nipples until they were tight and aching. His praise was a low murmur against your skin. “So tight,” he’d breathe, his grip on your hips firm, guiding your movements. “Perfect. You grip me so well.”

The pace quickened, the friction building, the soft sounds of your bodies moving together filling the room. You met his thrusts, your own desire escalating with each slide of his thick cock within you. You were slick and wet around him, and he groaned with each deep, satisfying penetration. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the taut muscles flexing beneath your touch.

He leaned down, his lips finding yours, his tongue plunging into your mouth in a mirroring of the primal act below. “You’re mine,” he’d whisper between heated kisses, his breath hot against your skin. “Every inch of you.”

The tension coiled tighter and tighter, each thrust taking you closer to the edge. You felt the familiar pulsing begin deep within you, the waves of pleasure starting to build. He sensed it, his movements becoming more urgent, deeper, faster. You cried out, your body clenching around his hard cock as the first wave of your orgasm hit, shaking you to your core.

He followed quickly after, his movements becoming frantic, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he emptied himself deep inside you, the sensation of his hot, thick load filling you completely a powerful, intimate connection. He held you tightly, his body shuddering against yours.

He collapsed against you, his weight heavy, his breath hot against your neck. You held him close, the feeling of him buried deep within you a profound relief, a tangible end to the weeks of longing.

After a long moment, he shifted slightly, nuzzling his face into your hair. “Bloody hell, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice still thick with the aftermath. “That was… exactly what I needed. You feel incredible wrapped around me.”

He pulled back slightly, his gaze tender as he looked down at you, his fingers tracing the curve of your cheek. “Missed you so much it actually hurt.”

You smiled, reaching up to cup his face, your thumb stroking his stubbled jaw. “Missed you more.”

He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. “Remind me to go away more often.”

You chuckled softly, snuggling closer, your legs still wrapped around his waist, relishing the feel of him still inside you. “Remind me to send more photos.”

He tightened his arms around you, holding you as if he’d never let go. The frantic desire had been sated, replaced by a deep, comfortable intimacy, the lingering warmth of your joined bodies a testament to the fiery, toe-curling reunion. He shifted again, rolling onto his side, pulling you with him, his hand now stroking your hair. “You’re filthy, you know that?” he murmured, a soft smile playing on his lips.

You nuzzled into his chest. “Look what you made me do.”

He chuckled, a low rumble against your ear. “God, I love it.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You’re mine. Every inch of you.” His hand then trailed down your body, lingering on your hip. “Keep your legs open for me. Just like that. Don’t move.” His voice was a low command, a hint of that soft dom energy you loved.

He then leaned down, whispering against your ear, his breath warm and intoxicating. “You want my cock that bad, darling?” He didn’t wait for an answer before his hand slipped between your legs again, finding you still slick and sensitive. He began to stroke you gently, his eyes locked on yours. “You’re dripping for me, aren’t you?”

He continued to pleasure you with his fingers, his gaze intense, until you were whimpering and arching beneath his touch once more. Then, he shifted, positioning himself at your entrance again. “Let me fill you up again, sweetheart,” he murmured, guiding his hard cock back inside you, the sensation eliciting a soft moan from your lips. He began to move slowly, deliberately, savoring each slide, watching your face intently. “That’s it, just like that,” he’d whisper, his hand now holding your throat gently, his thumb stroking your skin. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

The second time was slower, more focused on pure sensation. He explored every curve and hollow of your body with his hands and mouth as he moved within you, his praise a constant murmur against your skin. “You feel so good,” he’d breathe. “So incredibly good.”

Finally, as the second wave of pleasure washed over you, he held you tight, his own release a deep, shuddering groan against your ear. Afterwards, he held you close, tracing patterns on your back. “Missed you so much it actually hurt,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

Thomas’s breathing was still uneven as he laid there with you, your limbs tangled, skin slick with sweat and satisfaction. For a moment, neither of you moved. The air was thick with warmth, the only sound the soft hum of his breath against your temple.

Then, slowly, he shifted — not away from you, but closer. He pressed a kiss to your hair, one of those soft, almost reverent ones that made your chest ache with something deeper than lust.

“You okay?” he whispered, voice rough and low, a stark contrast to the gentleness in his touch.

You nodded into his chest, nuzzling close. “Yeah. More than okay.”

He smiled — you could feel it against your forehead. His fingers moved slowly across your spine, drawing soft, lazy circles like he never wanted to stop touching you. His other hand found yours beneath the covers, lacing your fingers together.

“I don’t think I’ve ever missed someone this much,” he murmured. “Every second I was gone, I thought about coming home to you. Thought about this. Us. You in my arms again.”

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his in the quiet, golden light spilling through the window. He looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered — like you were his entire world.

“You really have no idea how much I need you,” he said, brushing your hair away from your face with the back of his knuckles. “Not just like that… just… like this. Holding you. Hearing your voice without a lag. Feeling your heartbeat under my hand.”

He tugged the blankets over you both and pulled you into his chest, wrapping himself around you like he needed to protect you from the world — or maybe just needed to make sure you didn’t disappear.

“Was I too rough?” he asked softly, almost shy now, voice thick with real care.

“No,” you murmured. “You were perfect.”

He smiled again, but this time it reached his eyes. “Good. Because I’ve got about a hundred more ways I plan to remind you you’re mine.”

You let out a soft laugh against his skin, and he held you tighter, his thumb stroking your wrist where your pulse fluttered fast.

“Next time I go away, we’re getting one of those countdown clocks,” he teased gently. “Or I’m stuffing you in my suitcase. I’m serious, Y/N. I don’t care how cramped I am, I need you too much to do that again.”

You smiled, heart full, the tension in your body finally melting away completely under his tender, grounding presence.

Then — because he was Thomas — he kissed your shoulder and added with a smirk, “Also… you’re never allowed to wear that hoodie without me again. Ever. It’s lethal.”

You laughed again, this time louder, and he grinned — proud of himself — then leaned in to kiss you again, slower this time, like it was a promise

[forgottenxarchangel]

(Wonderful picture and header pic are from @compelledcurator. Icon is by @thegracefallen)

About.

Hello!  I'm JD or Jay, 22, and any traditional English pronouns work.

This is a multifandom/multimuse blog.  Crossovers, AUs, OCs, anons welcome.

Main blog is @warlocknottheantichristdowling (likes, messages, and follows come from here)

Mid-low activity

I have about 3 years rp experience but had an unplanned 5 year hiatus, so thank you all for being patient with me!

None of the gifs I use are mine

I don't speak Spanish or Louisiana French, I use an online translator for any dialog with these, and I do not have DID nor am I bipolar, so I AM open to correction on my portrayals of The Moon Boys and of Bob. Please let me know how I can do better.

I’m 100% open to multiple threads, I love writing with y’all.

Threads: To many no such thing |  Drafts: don'task |  Asks: 2

I only have mobile, so please bear with me.  I can't cut threads, my text options are limited, and autocorrect is my nemisis at times.  I also work, so while I do try to get decent replies out quickly, sometimes I don't have time to write or the muse is not cooperating (and I know ya'll are patient with me, and I appreciate it, my brain just makes me feel like I have to explain everything because you guys are awesome and I love you for putting up with me)  

Mains 💙 :

@compelledcurator | @exxcrucior | @envenenna | @xthedevilyouknowx | @retriibutions | @sunnyside-pony-squad

Updated: 7/11/25

Rules and Character Bios are under the cut

Rules are basic: Be nice, ask don’t assume , and no smut.

Raguel:

AKA Angel, Ragsy

FC is Will Estes

Raguel is the youngest of the archangels, known as the archangel of justice, vengeance, and harmony. He left heaven before Gabe did, and after the Flood, he cut all ties with his father and siblings.  He spent most of his time acting as a guiding voice to judges until the the late 19th century when he learned many would no longer listen to him.  Then, he turned to aiding the police force.  His current and true vessel is a young New York cop named Angel Raguel. The man was fatally wounded and when the archangel asked to use him as a vessel, the officer agreed but asked Raguel to let him die.  Raguel agreed. Things were rocky with the officer's siblings for a while, but eventually he considered them his own (For my sanity I’ll list their names now: Adam Mitchell, Taylor Ralph, Gabrielle Amanda).  During his first 2 years in this vessel Raguel married a young woman who later died giving birth to their son Konstantine.  Raguel has now been with the NYPD about 10 years.

Konstantine:

AKA Konny, Tinman, mini-Angel

FC is Thomas Brodie-Sangster

Konny is Raguel's younger and only surviving son.  (I will eventually get into all details but I like surprises)  He is an Archnephilim and like his cousin Jack he reached adulthood immediately after birth.  Due to trying to avoid suspicion, his father tells most people Konny is his deceased wife's brother who came to live with him after her death.  The only people who know Konstantine is Raguel's son are his siblings and his work partner.   He is a sassy trouble maker, but he tries very hard to help others and please people he likes.  He is actually very selfconscious, but hides it well.  That's all I have for now.

Jesse Turner:

FC is Landon Liboiron

Species: Cambion

Age: 25

Powers: Exorcism, reality warping, telekinesis, teleportation, and warding.

Jesse is the son of an Incubus and a virgin, and therefore the only known cambion and the original Antichrist. Having developed his powers at age 9, he ran away to Australia after a brief but life-changing encounter with the Winchester brothers, making his adoptive parents forget he ever existed. He's lived there until the present. He eventually became a hunter himself.

Abigail Richards:

FC is Alexis Bledel

Species: human, Archangel vessel

Height: 5'7

Age: 121 (huh, didn't plan that but nice)

Abigail, born 1914, is the daughter of a small town preacher William Richards. An older sister, she spent most of her childhood taking care of a sickly younger brother, Henry. In 1925 Raguel reached out to her, needing a new vessel. She agreed, on the terms he would heal her brother. The Archangel agreed. Abby left home, knowing her brother would be fine and that she could let go. Didn't mean she didn't check on him though. She studied medicine and became a nurse. WWII came, and she served on the front lines in the US Army. After it ended, she continued school and became a doctor, often changing schools though due to Raguel and his need to help people. She finished school, and went on to become an ME. It wasn't until she was 1965 she realized she stopped aging at 21. 10 years ago she and Raguel separated for her sake and because Raguel found his true vessel. Somehow Abby still isn't aging after he leaves. She visits on occasion. Also she's Konny's godmother. I think that's it for now. I may add more later.

Stiles Stilinski: Bio eventually

Grey:

FC is Andrew Garfield

AKA Spenser Greyson McUsic III, Grisgris, Spense

Species: Mutant 

Height 6'0

Age  29

Grey is by basic definition a hired gun with his own idea of justice.  He lives with 3 other mutants (Jacob age 22, Lucas age 14, and Julian age 11).  His powers consist of creating portals for travel to alternate universes (most control over), places in his current universe (good control if he's not distracted), and across time (very little control). He can also create small portals to pocket dimensions he uses for storage .  He's trained in physical and psycological torture, hand-to-hand combat, and knows how to use most weapons.  He is obnoxious by nature, cares deeply and dangerously for those he holds dear, and takes pleasure in the suffering of those he considers a threat and enemy.  He is a broken man, with a childhood he typically doesn’t share. (DM me if you need more info). He's from the X-Men '97 Universe but considers the MCU his Home Universe.  He lives there in New York.  Also, he's of Irish decent and suposedly a good Catholic (nobody take offence, I'm Catholic so please no hate.) That's all I have for now.   

Jacob:  

FC is Dylan O'Brian

AKA: Jacob Isaac McUsic, Jake, Mom (by Grey), Darling (also by Grey)

Age: 22

Height: 5'10

Species: Mutant

Basic about:  Jacob is the second eldest of the McUsic household.  His powers constist of very strong technokineses and technopathy, typically used to keep Grey's 'business' running smoothly.  He's kind hearted, but very stern if the need arises, and is probably the only person capable of stopping Grey from being a stupid jerk.  Been with Grey since he was 7 and Grey 14.  He's just started med-school.  That's it I guess.

Lucas:

FC is Noah Schnapp

AKA Lucas Adrian McUsic, Lu, Sweetheart (by Grey)

Age: 14

Species: Mutant

Lucas is the second youngest of the McUsic household and newest member of the family.  His power consist of the ability to drain life force then either transfer to others or himself for healing purposes.  It's done through skin on skin contact and highly unstable at the moment, heavily influenced by his emotions.  He accidentally killed his mother with it.  Grey found him about a year after that and took him in.  He's super close to Julian, but has a hard time getting close to anyone outside his family.  He's very quiet and slow to open up to strangers.  He's been with Grey for a year now.

Julian:

FC is Colin Ford

AKA Julian Arthur McUsic, Glowstick (by Jacob), Angel or Angelface (by Grey)

Age: 11

Species: Mutant

Julian is the youngest member of the McUsic family.   His powers consist of very strong empathy (still developing) and bioluminescense.   He's a very bubbly child that adores Greyson and Jacob both and has a very special relationship with Lucas.   He's friendly and very generous and if he really likes you he will be all over you.  He doesn't seem to understand personal space.  He's been with Grey and Jacob since his parents were killed when he was 2.  And yes, it is canon that this little disaster worships Khoshu and the Catholic God.  That's it for now.

Moon Knight: I’ll eventually get a bio up.

Bob Reynolds: see above

Kurt Wagner: see above

Warlock Dowling: see above

Heracles Bron:

FC: Hans Matheson

AKA: Hercules (formerly), Herc

Main Verse: PJO post Mark of Athena, but 100% open to crossovers

Species: demi-god (son of Zeus; formerly a minor god)

Age: 3,111 (yes I did the Math and Googled it), appears to be in his 20's or 30's

MReunited with his mortal half and stripped of godhood by his own guilt-ridden prayer, Heracles believes himself to simply be a modern halfblood with a case of amnesia. He knows his name and vaguely remembers fragments of his past, with dates, names, and most other details missing, including who his parents are.  He has retained his godly strength, but like all demigods suffers from ADHD and dyslexia.  He has extensive knowledge of Greek and Roman Mythology, and remains skilled in both archery and wrestling.  Other deities will still recognize him, but he refuses to aknowledge the possibility that he is Heracles of Ancient Greece.  He is rather friendly, although somewhat reserved and often lost in his own thoughts, and he is extremely loyal.  Inspite of his kind nature, however, he has retained his temper; given that his pride much less prominent now, that temper is rarely seen.  Hope this makes sense.

Jason Peter Todd:

(dead name was Jamie)

FC is Logan Lerman

VC is Jensen Ackles

Gender: trans!male

Age: 19

Height: 6'1

Jason is the second Robin, killed by Joker when he was 14, and 6 months later resurrected in the Lazarus Pit by Talia Al Ghul. (That much follows Canon except Jay is also ftm, but didn'treally talk to Bruce about it) He spent the next 5 years living with training under Talia in the League of Assassins. He recently returned to Gotham with a deep desire for vengeance, frustrated with Bruce for not avenging him, partially feeling like the reason B didn't was because he didn't think Jay was good enough. The boy has a violent streak, stemming from a rough childhood, being murdered, and lingering effects of the Lazarus Pit. He will be harsh and sarcastic to those he actually cares about, pushing people away as a form of self-preservation, but if pushed too far by himself or others, he'll break down. Once he realizes someone actually cares about him, he will warm up, keeping his sarcasm but being much more friendly, even warm. Also, everyone still thinks he's dead. He doesn't know if he wants to change that, especially since the Lazarus Pit literally transitioned him when it resurrected him. If and when he does reveal himself, it's highly likely no one will recognize him, call him a fake or a liar, or just straight up ignore him. At least, that's what he believs they'd do. List of abilities can be found on the Batman Wiki under Red Hood, I'll eventually leave a link. (Why is this so long??)

Mare: bio eventually

Jimmy Hickok: bio eventually

JD Dunne: Bio eventually

Ezra Percival Standish: bio eventually

[sitting-in-the-kitchen-sink]

U should fancast loz

Ooooh this could be fun

Okay so a pre-warning: The only games I've played recently are Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom (which I'm still on and haven't completed yet) but I have a good few hundred hours built up on each, I've never played Twilight Princess and any of the early games that I played I have very little memory of because I was a child and would play on my uncle's NES. So I'm just gonna use botw and totk for this fancast.

Zelda - I'm team Hunter Schafer all the way. Does she look identical to the botw/totk Zelda? No, but she looks like what I've seen of Twilight Princess Zelda and she has played/enjoys Zelda and I think that's always important and comes across in a role like Henry Cavill with Geralt.

Link - I would love a t4t zelink, I've mentioned this before, so I considered Lachlan Watson who is NB but I can't imagine them in the Link wig 😂 In some magic world where this was possible, I'd love Thomas Brody Sangster from the Maze Runner era, he looks too old to play Link now but then he would have been great in my opinion!

Ganondorf - I have so many options in my head, if it was a few years ago then someone like Javier Bardem. I've seen Kayvan Novak's name float about which would be interesting to see because its so different to Nandor or Waj which are his two iconic roles. Just keep Jason Mamoa away from it 😭

Beedle - This isn't the logical next character but I love Beedle, I've headcanonned Beedle as being non-binary for such a long enough that I forgot that's not canon 😂 I could imagine someone like Angus Imrie having the right vibe but as far as going with my NB hc I can't think of anyone who I could imagine as Beedle so perhaps I'l come back to that.

King Rhoam - Okay here me out, Alfred Molina. I love him as Doc Oc in the Spiderman films obviously, but I think he'd be really interesting and I'd love to see him as the Old Man from the Great Plateau which is so minor but I'd be obseeeessed.

The Great Deku Tree - I will only accept Andy Serkis because he is the goat of voice acting or Sir Ian McKellan because there's something about his tone that just fits in my head.

Great Fairy - I NEED GWENDOLINE CHRISTIE AS A GREAT FAIRY!!

Purah - Immediately who came to mind is Karen Fukuhara, I loved her in The Boys and I think it would be great to keep the characters from Kakriko as Japanese because a lot of the design aspects of the village, costumes etc. are Japanese.

Impa - I have no idea but I think it would be a really great option to use an old school classic Japanese actress if they do older Impa, like one of the greats who has a lot of important in Japanese cinema.

If you have any specific characters then let me know!!!

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Can you connect the German city of Kiel to Diehard please? Thanks

Well the lazy way of doing this is the villain in Die Hard is Hans Gruber who was German and Kiel is in Germany. I could also be like: Oh Bruce Willis was born in Germany and yeah. But I love making things more convoluted than that...

So, we all know that Bruce Willis is in Die Hard, but an even more important role was his role as Tony Amato in one singular episode of Miami Vice, which we all know stars Don Johnson in it, who we all know was in Rian Johnson's movie Knives Out, which we all know. Ok I'll stop, even if this is just for you. You know actually I really wanted to connect this to Knives Out and then to 10 Things I Hate About You or 3rd Rock from the Sun because of Joseph Gordon-Levitt, but I have changed my mind, as it turns out Edward James Olmos is in the same Miami Vice episode as Don Johnson. Okay, so Edward James Olmos is Admiral Adama in Battlestar Galactica, which also stars Michael Hogan, from your favorite TV show ever, Teen Wolf. BUT, he is also in Skyrim as General Tullius. Skyrim also has Christopher Plummer as Arngeir, who was also in Knives Out. But that's not as fun as connecting to Charles Martinet, who was in the Mario movie despite not playing Mario but whatever. Now, as much as I love Charlie Day and want to connect through him, I feel the need to connect through Crisp Rat, but I'm resisting that cause I had a revelation. Charlie Day is in It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, starring Danny DeVito, but Kim Whalen was in an episode of that show, and I love Starkid. Corey Dorris is also in Starkid and he was in an episode of Future Man, which has our icon, Josh Hutcherson, who was in Journey to the Centre of the Earth with Brendan Frasier, who was in the Mummy with Rachel Weisz, and she is married to Daniel Craig, bringing us BACK to Knives Out. Am I losing track of the mission?? NO!!!! So, Knives Out has many amazing cast members, but one of the more iconic ones, is Frank Oz. I just realized that my goal was to eventually bring my connection to the Lion King, and I can easily do that now cause Frank Oz is Yoda, but also that's lame cause I wanted to bring it to Matthew Broderick, but let it be known that we could just do Frank Oz to James Earl Jones at this point. So, Frank Oz was in Star Wars with Mark Hamill, who is in many, many things, such as Avatar, which features Dee Bradley Baker as Appa. He is also Perry the Platypus in Phineas and Ferb (for some reason my brain broke and almost wrote Despicable Me). Phineas and Ferb features Thomas Brodie-Sangster, which is always very funny to me, but it also has Ashley Tisdale, who was in the wonderful movie, 2009's Aliens in the Attic. Aliens in the Attic features many people, including Austin Butler, someone who was in the After movies, Tim Meadows, and Andy Richter, who played Mort in Madagascar. Ben Stiller is in Madagascar, who was in Night as the Museum, which has Rami Malek, who was in Bohemian Rhapsody with Joe Mazzello, who is in Jurassic Park (AND a movie called Star Kid). Jeff Goldblum is in Jurassic Park and also in Thor: Ragnarok, which also has Sam Neill in it, but unrelated to the goal at hand. Thor has Chris Hemsworth, who was in 2009's Star Trek, starring Chris Pine, who was in Wonder Woman with Robin Wright, who is in the Princess Bride with Cary Elwes, who was in Psych. Since they are not in the same episode, James Roday Rodriguez is in Psych, and so is Ally Sheedy, who was in War Games with Matthew Broderick.

To answer your question, yes, I came to the official conclusion that I really needed to get on track or this would literally last forever. Crazy how I can get myself to do this and not my homework. Ignore the fact that it took me over a month to respond to your question. Matthew Broderick is Simba in the Lion King, which also features Nathan Lane as Timon. Nathan Lane was in The Nutcracker: The Untold Story, which I know about solely because of Danny Gonzalez. Nathan Lane plays Albert Einstein in this movie, and so, within the lore of the movie, we could accurately state that because Albert Einstein exists within the movie, so does Max Planck, who knew Lise Meitner. I just wanted to say that cause I am aware as to how much you love her. But Max Planck was born in Kiel. Thank you and goodnight.

If I wanted to play this seriously, and not in my convoluted "6" Degrees of Michael Sheen way, probably could've connected Die Hard to Charlie Chaplin somehow, who met Albert Einstein but NO!!

I hope you enjoy this well thought out response, @wiggogwiggogywrath :)

P.S. That point where I was nervous about this going on forever took A LOT of willpower to not continue. Like I was gonna go into the After series and then end up in Harry Potter or some shit. I'm sure I would eventually run into both Smosh and Dropout cause I am addicted. Luckily for you, I was so concentrated at the task at hand, I somehow like forgot that I usually include those too but whatever. There ya go. Bitch.

P.P.S. I just wanted to do this cause now I can't stop please send help oh god oh no I can't stop, can't stop typing why did you do this to me I can't escape

P.P.P.S. Bye :)

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