#rami malek headcanons

[rhaenyrage]

I've been thinking a lot about Jossam lately, totally obsessed, and I've come up with some headcanons!

• Josh is a film enthusiast, and this is clear as a crystal. Just like that fact, he loves Sam. They say every artist has their muse, their inspiration—and for some, it's distant people, historical figures, or even actors or musicians. Josh is no different; he has his muse, and luckily for him, it's his sister’s best friend.

• Josh is an artist. He loves working on small film projects to tell little stories he's written. Of course, he always finds a way to get his friends involved, whether it’s Jess playing a Carrie remake or Emily as a masked killer... But none of them came close to being in as many projects as Sam. Josh always put Samantha Giddings in his films. She was always the lead, the final girl, the one who gets the guy at the end, the princess, the superhero—because that’s who she was and always had been to him, the protagonist of his life.

• Sam loved being part of those amateur films. She always thought Josh's artistic vision was beautiful, even if that wasn’t the reason she kept doing it. She loved listening to him talk about his ideas, loved how focused he became, loved hearing him go into detail about every little thing he had in mind. His mind fascinated her. She was in love with everything he did, in love with him, which, on its own, made everything he had to offer—even the "little things"—feel magical.

• One time, a town fair caught Sam’s attention. It was an animation competition, and when she read about it in the paper, the first person who came to mind was Josh Washington. Well, she was the girl who did the drawings, but he was the guy who handled everything else. Maybe it was her way of trying to spend more time with him. Maybe that feeling made her call him and tell him about it, and maybe it was his own desire to spend more time with her that made him agree instantly.

• They didn’t win first place in the competition, instead placing third and getting a silly plastic trophy for both of them. Regardless of the result, they were happy. Spending that time together was probably what they needed to understand their feelings for each other—even if they hadn’t admitted them yet. Everything seemed to be falling into place... until the anniversary of the twins’ disappearance came around, and with that... well, you know the story.

[erika111111]

Until Dawn headcanons based on the PlayStation 3 beta version, part 1

-Hannah and Beth once both cut their hair extremely short at the same time to match

-Jess wants to get a back tattoo

-Sam used to be more bubbly/ditsy when she was younger

-Chris isn't very well-versed in religion despite growing up religiously

-Sam used to be better friends with Jess/or thought she was cool and wanted to be better friends with her

-Sam doesn't like Emily's treatment of Matt/doesn't really approve of their relationship

-Matt likes to say "you just got Emily'd" when Emily insults someone (lightheartedly)

-Chris runs sometimes when he really doesn't have to

-Hannah had the tendency to be very competitive with Beth, who was often better at things than she was

-Chris can sometimes have short-term memory

-Sam actually used to be afraid of animals as a kid, but then grew to love them

-Mike used to have longer hair

-Jess's favorite song is "How Lucky We Are" by Meiko; she also likes "Wonderful Life" by Hurts

-Jess is actually really goofy and loves to make people laugh

-Hannah hates wearing her glasses, and although she desperately needs them, she takes them off sometimes because she thinks she looks better without them; Mike actually didn't know she even wore glasses the first few times they hung out

-Josh loved dressing up as horror movie characters for Halloween; his favorite was Jason Vorhees

-Mike can actually be a pretty sensitive guy and cry easily

-Jess's mom is really overprotective of her

-Jess used to wear beanies more often but stopped after she met the Washingtons, who also wear beanies a lot, because she likes to have her own unique style

[pineapple-coffee]

Ahkmenrah’s first sentence in the film is a comedic joke about his situation.

The man has been wrapped up in bandages and screaming his head off every night for over fifty years and his first line? A joke.

“You wouldn’t believe how stuffy it is in there.”

He could’ve yelled. He could’ve pinned blame. He could’ve let out some anger. He could’ve done anything and it would have been warranted because he was trapped for over fifty years.

But he didn’t. He calmly made a joke and immediately started working with Larry to save the people who had kept him trapped for all those years.

Because he’s Ahkmenrah. And he is no less than a fair, just, and diplomatic ruler.

[queenie-official]

okay ik i missed the perfect opportunity to present this on halloween but i can’t shake the thought so hear me out☝️

the entire museum would totally put together a halloween event. it starts off sort of like a haunted house where people pay and go inside in groups. and all the exhibits really lean into the whole we come alive at night thing.

they go through each section getting scared all leading up to Ahks section in the museum, they make him the main event after all it’d be a crime not to make the pharaoh- The king as the big finish, they have him in his mummy wraps and he pops out of his sarcophagus to scare the group that enters back into the main hall.

leading to the real finale where all the exhibits come together and perform a dance to Thriller.

[louloubookworm]

Ahkmenrah headcanons bc im bored

Do most of them make no sense? Yes.

-He's afraid of daggers because that's what his brother used to kill him.

-He's really good at fighting with of a spear.

-He sees Nick as a little brother

-He's favorite TV shows are "Keeping up with the Kardashians" and he watches "Mr. Robot" with Larry even though in the first season they had to stop ever few minutes so Larry could explain what stuff was.

-Nick made him watch the 90's TMNT movie and his favorite is Leo

-Him, Oct and Jed watch cat videos all the time.

-He stole a cat off the street once- Larry didn't let him keep it

-Him and Oct talk about their gods

-Sacagawea makes him cookies when ever he's having a hard time

-The feeling of raw eggs makes him want to cry

[beckinferno]

rewatching mr robot and getting the urge to make personal sexuality headcanons

[the-desilittle-bird]

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Daemon Targaryen

Oneshots

Realm's Desire

Honour of our House (Sequel to Realm's Desire)

The Present as It Is (Sequel to Honour of our House)

Dreams and Dragons

Dancing with Dragons

Never Yours

In The Stories

Blessings of the Goddess

In the Silence

The Dragon of North (Sequel to Never Yours)

False Accusations

For Your Sake

For Them

Without Him

Aemond Targaryen

Oneshots

Not in Our Destiny

In the Darks of Night (Sequel to Not in Our Destiny)

Rage of a Mother

The Crimson Lady

The Crimson Queen (Sequel to Crimson Lady)

Twisted Feelings

Twisted Love (Sequel to Twisted Feelings)

Beloved Sister (Platonic! Also, Aegon x Reader)

Fire of Desire

You Love Me Right?

Headcanons

Being Rhaenyra's Daughter and taking Aemond's Eye Part 2

Being Reborn in Wizarding World with Aemond

Series

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Cregan Stark

Series

The White Dragon (Also, Aemond x reader)

Oneshots

The Dragon of North (Sequel to Never )

Headcanons

Being Cregan Stark's Young Wife Would Include

Aegon II Targaryen (Only on Request)

Oneshots

For A Better Future

My Gorgeous Princess

Beloved Sister (Platonic! Also, Aemond x Reader)

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Oneshots

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Preferences

First Meeting

Being in an Arranged Marriage

Defending Your Honor

You are a Foreign Delegate

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Steve Rogers

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

Peculiar Thing

Doctor Stephen Strange

Bucky Barnes

Broken Beings

T'Challa Udaku

Something New

Carlisle Cullen

Marry Me

Edward Cullen

Jasper Hale

Under the Moon

Aro Volturi

Marcus Volturi

Caius Volturi

Demetri Volturi

Benjamin

Draco Malfoy

The Kiss of the Dark

Tom Riddle

Percival Graves

Albus Dumbledore

The Fate Awaits (Sister!Reader)

Grieving the Dead (Sequel to The Fate Awaits)

Gellert Grindelwald

The Fate Awaits (Wife!Reader)

Grieving the Dead (Sequel to The Fate Awaits)

Be By My Side

Aleksander Morovoza

Headcanons

Being a princess and Meeting the Darkling

Nikolai Lantsov

Robert Downey Jr.

Chris Evans

Is Air Conditioner Working?

Tom Hiddleston

Beautiful yet Broken Doll

Crazy Cravings

Matt Smith

Indian Dinner

Robert Pattinson

Rami Malek

Sebastian Stan

Mistakes Are Common

Tom Felton

The Harry Potter Reunion

Ram Charan

Ben Barnes

[15-lizards]

do you have any faceclaims for the martell's?

(p.s. love your stuff and it has really inspired my world building for my own projects <3)

Aww thank u 🥺

Rahul Kohli as Doran no question. Hot Doran Rights. He is so good at playing a disappointed father like figure trying his best to keep relative stability, he’s got me sold on this. Give him a few grey streaks and bam. depression DILF.

And not to fancast Dev Patel *again* but I think he could play a really good Oberyn. He certainly looks like he could be cast in the role w/ his features and frame and whatnot, but he also is sooo charismatic I think he would smash a role like the red viper idk

Simone Ashley as Arianne let me cook…another incredible actor with the charisma and the range. She’s already done smart, witty, complex characters so she’s my top choice for my best girl my scheming princess

I’ve never seen any of Golshifteh Farahani’s work, but I’ve heard she’s great, and I simply think she just looks like she could be Ellaria Sand she is soooo gorgeous and just looks really close to what I read Ellaria as.

Obviously Rami Malek would be too old to play Quentyn, who’s 18, but younger Rami is kind of just too perfect to not mention. If there are any actors out there that look like young rami malek, please direct yourselves to the HBO casting call in my headcanon version of ASOIAF

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

hi hello hi

i love ur headcanons, they're the most canon headcanons i've ever read 🫣..

was just wondering if you could write some about what you think the mercs favourite bands/musical artists would be 👁️

What Are The TF2 Mercs Favorite Bands/Music Artists?

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Awe tysm! Of course, I can, I love writing about music 😭 I had to delve into the depths of my Spotify to actually see what bands I know, that I should pick for these guys. This totally isn't me projecting btw.

I ended up just giving them a band they like and a singular musical artist.

(I've been forgetting to specify or elaborate on this, most of the time, unless mentioned, these silly's are in present day and not like the 60s lmao.)

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SPOILERS FOR THE BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY MOVIE! (Also a little angsty, sorry <3)

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Demo and Hozier oh my god, its insane how much he likes him. I don't know how to elaborate on this further, but like, "Would That I"??? I feel like he loves that song! Also, I feel like all I have to say is "Take Me To Church" and I know some people will understand that immediately. This man just uses music as escapism, of course he likes Hozier.

Will Wood and The Tapeworms is a band that I've already deemed one of Demo favorites because of "The First Step." but this man just genuinely loves all of the songs. "The First Step", "Front Street", "6up 5oh Copout (Pro/Con)" and "Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!" Are his favorites though.

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Engie is a hardcore Dolly Parton fan. I know it's played out, I know it's obvious, I know its tropey, but I can't deny that this man loves Dolly Parton. Like this man is head of the fan club and I won't stop saying it. It would be wrong for me to pretend he doesn't heavily relate to "9 to 5."

Also loves the Chordettes oddly enough? He thinks all the way they sing is beautiful. He adores the cover of "Hello! Ma Baby". But is also a sucker for the popular ones, "Mr. Sandman" and "Lollipop". I will say though, it's utterly disturbing to the other mercs when it's like midnight and they get up for something and just here a really softly played "Mr. Sandman". Only one not disturbed is Medic, but like, it's hard to disturb a man who also has been known to play those old eerie songs at odd hours, they bond over this.

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This man loves Elton John, he loves how he can relate heavily to some of the songs and then just genuinely enjoy other ones with no other meaning. Like he'll listen to "I'm Still Standing", and feel a lot of emotions from it, and then like "Crocodile Rock" will come on and just vibe to it.

Heavy also likes the Beetles. I don't know I just think he likes way the songs are sung, and the meaning he pulls from the lyrics themselves. Reads into music a lot and values being able to do that. Likes songs about love, and the Beetles are great for that. Don't get him started on "I Want To Hold Your Hand", and "Eleanor Rigby".

(Uh did I make this man have kind of old man music taste? Yes. Am I wrong, and will I apologize? No. He is old!) (Affectionate)

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MARINA being Medics favorite is a mix of him being a teen girl in my mind, and an actual genuine ability to relate to some of the songs. I will say this until the day I die. This man has never felt good enough. Not even once. He's always working to try and get better, and once he does get better he's moving the goal post of getting better. Has played "Are You Satisfied" more times than you can count. "Oh No" and "Hermit The Frog" are also one's he finds himself both loving and relating to.

Would you guys be mad if I said this man was obsessed with Queen? (I am not projecting here, I swear!) Similarly to Heavy, he's a sucker for a romantic song or two. Loves "Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy" Also you want to talk about not feeling good enough, loops "Bohemian Rhapsody" Have you guys seen the Bohemian Rhapsody movie? You guys know the scene where Freddie (Rami Malek) is singing "Bohemian Rhapsody" and sings the line "I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all!" and has a slight break because he realizes he just actually said that? Yeah. That's how Medic feels when he first hears the song. But on a lighter note he also likes "Killer Queen" and "I Want To Break Free."

(Went crazy on this one, I really just need to make an entire breakdown on Medic one of these days 😭)

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Scout is a Tom Cardy fan. I don't know how to elaborate without just yelling "Mixed Messages" like come on. Also, have you guys heard "H.S" Man he loves that song! Also oops another mini headcanon inside a headcanon, Sniper introduced him to Tom Cardy when he had "Read Between The Lines" playing one day.

Mindless Self Indulgence is a tad self-explanatory but who am I not to explain something in graphic detail? Gives him such confidence and makes him feel so cool. I already headcanon that he loves "Get It Up" so it's only natural that his favorite band made a song he loves. I stand by what others have said. Trans boy swag, well also a mix of that and white boy swag. White trans boy swag makes a Mindless Self Indulgence fan.

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Sniper- Honestly? I racked my brain for this one, and I'm going to get silly with this. I'm going to say he likes George Ezra, purely because "Budapest" reminds me so much of him. I think he'd love that song. Another case of putting his emotions into his music or more like, liking music that conveys his emotions? Ough the song just gives me Sniper angst vibes.

Uh controversial opinion, what the frick??? Oingo Boingo fan. Again something I can't but he loved "Dead Man's Party" It's just a song he's always really liked. "No Spill Blood" and "Controller" are also ones he likes. I feel like "weird" music is his favorite genre of music.

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I hate to say it but Spy is a fan of Olivia Rodrigo. I'm not going to lie, he's the second most teen girl-coded person on the team. Sings "bad idea right?", "Brutal", and "good 4 you". Sings them in the shower, the other mercs are sick of it 😭

Is it too much to say Mother Mother for the fact that I love Spy angst and can see him crying over "Arms Tonite" and relating to "Verbatim" so hard it's insane? Ugh, I live for Spy angst. I want him to be happy too but it's so easy to put angst😭. (Also I can't stress how much "Wrecking Ball"

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Soldier is a sucker for AC/DC. Dad music (I say this with love, I get why people like AC/DC they have good music.)This man is just a criminally insane dad, in my mind anyway. The other mercs have been woken up to "Highway to Hell" once or twice and have let Soldier play "Thunderstruck" as hype music before a battle.

I think he likes Tom Petty, like how are you going to tell me he doesn't love "I Won't Back Down" and "Free Falling" just loves the sound of the music itself (if that makes any sense) more focused on the sounds instead of the actual meaning.

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Pyro is a huge fan of Jack Stauber. They adore the music. Enjoys the pop of "There's Something Happening" and loves the slow and sad sounds in "Cupid" Ugh they just love Jack Stauber so much. The only issue they had was when they first listened to "Bumblebees Are Out" it caused a meltdown, poor Pyro was reminded of trauma they forgot. Engie had to calm them down for an hour after. (They're okay, don't worry!)

PYRO IS A JUGGALO 100% I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL. They kick their legs while listening to "Imma Kill U". Listen to "My Axe" and replace any mention of an axe with their flamethrower, in their head. I'm just imagining an AMV or just seeing Pyro walking to "Boogie Woogie Wu" and scaring the shit out of anyone and everyone.

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I finally finished it 😭 I had like five asks? All at the same-ish time and I was so hyped but then my brain decided to revoke all my motivation. It's okay though I just pushed through it. I love being able to answer asks!

An ask about about Medic and Junji Ito's Gyo coming tomorrow hopefully!

[erika111111]

Until Dawn characters' full names headcanons

Joshua Robert Washington - Taken from his father, Bob. I assume Bob is short for Robert anyway, lol.

Hannah Melinda Washington - Taken from her mother, Melinda. Also, she got to be named after her mother instead of Beth because she's older (by a few minutes, but still, lol).

Elizabeth Antonella Washington - Taken from her actress, Antonella Lentini. While I do believe Beth is probably her full first name because other characters' full first names appear in the game, I like to headcanon her as Elizabeth anyway. I don't think it's fair that she's the only one without a nickname, lol.

Christopher Noah Hartley - Taken from his actor, Noah Fleiss. Christopher Noah Hartley is suchhhh a cool name. Rolls off the tongue so nicely.

Emily Sakura Davis - Taken from her actress, Nichole Sakura. Emily is such a Nichole for me, I found it important to emphasize her Japanese heritage because for some reason they didn't make her last name Japanese. Also, Nichole Sakura changed her last name back from Bloom to Sakura for the same reason so I think it's fitting.

Jessica Summer Riley - Taken from the 2010 beta version of her character. At least I think Summer was supposed to be Jess, but it is hard to tell exactly... Regardless, Jess is such a summer.

Michael Scott Munroe - Taken from the 2010 beta version of his character. Again, I'm not 100% sure if Scott is supposed to be Mike, but they have a similar design and role in the story so I'd say so.

I don't have the others yet. I couldn't think of ones that sounded good enough to me. But yeah, here's these.

Also, I did want to put Asian heritage into the Washington family's names as well (stop whitewashing the Washingtons!!!), but I also couldn't think of anything good enough. So take these for now please.

[womansound]

go  thru  drafts  ?  🚫  .  come  up  with  a  bunch  of  test  muses  and  headcanon  instead  ?  💯  !  long  story  short  i  hav  a  shit  ton  of  test  muses  under  the  cut  so  like  for  a  starter  (  or  many  ?  )  from  any  of  them  !

adeline  rudolph  →  cat  myers!  striptease  instructor.  29  she/her

simona  tabasco  →  estella  donati!  queenpin.  29  she/her

riz  ahmed  →  isaac  roy!  second in  command.  40  he/him

olivia  scott welch  →  norah  thomson!  thief.  24  she/they

kim  mingue  →  bellamy  park!  jeweler.  30  he/him

brigette  lundy-paine  →  paris  preston!  dog walker.  27  they/them

alex  fitzalan  →  kieran  robbie!  barista.  27  he/him

chae  hyungwon  →  seonwoo  ahn!  wedding planner.  28  he/him

choi  yuna  →  adele  roh!  wedding  planner.  25  she/her

chance  perdomo  →  harvey  bardot!  graduate teaching assistant.  26  he/him

lee  sungkyung  →  krystal  dae!  singer.  30  she/her

rami  malek  →  bo  saleh!  orchestra conductor.  40  he/him

sakura  miyawaki  →  kanako  kuroo!  scam  artist.  24  she/her

lee  chaeyoung  →  maeve  choi!  finance  bro.  22  she/her

park  sunghoon  →  juno  seong!  former  child  star  turned  history  student.  22  he/him

[pineapple-coffee]

Do you think Ahkmenrah was ever slightly jealous (or even saddened) that Nick got the chance to grow up? Do you think it pained Ahk to see Nick live this life that he never got to live? Nick grows older, starts his life, while Ahk is forever young, never aging a day. Ahk is always happy for Nick, of course, but he can’t deny that a part of him will forever long for the life he was robbed of.

[ashwin-blythe]

O Z S A F F E T

Full Name: Levi Ozymandias Saffet, call him "Oz" Age: 41 Birthday: August 30, 1982 Gender & Pronouns: Demi-man, He/They/any pronouns Sexuality: Queer Occupation: Motel Staff Face Claim: Rami Malek

Under the Read More is Oz's full bio. Please mind all trigger warnings!

Background:

TW // Drugs, Violence, Murder, Injury

-Born in Massachusetts to a loving family, but always was a little bit of a weirdo. Had too much fun starting arguments, shoving kids, and getting into hair-brained schemes. His parents assumed he was just 'precocious'.

-Incredibly bright and got his Bachelors and Masters in bio-chemistry. Worked in various labs with colleges and universities before moving on to BROOKLABS outside of Boston- a national lab.

-Met someone at the lab and hit it off. After dating for a few years, Oz realized they'd been cheating on him. While he cut the relationship off, the ex was given a large promotion and Oz was pissed.

-Oz found he could steal chemicals and equipment easily without anyone noticing, and began to siphon them off to folks through the dark web. While he never affiliated himself specifically with anyone, he did it all online anyways and things were relatively anonymous.

-While trying to fill the void of thrill-seeking with party drugs and selling lab equipment (and chemicals), Oz was looking for any other jobs he could do to make a quick buck, some of them becoming more dangerous.

-Oz began a very short stint as a gunman-for-hire. While he was good at it, he was given the wrong information for one of the hits and was badly injured while there to take out a target.

-Now has a lumbar spinal injury and uses a wheelchair and forearm crutches to get around. Oz still has feeling in his legs and feet but requires mobility aids. Can also drive a care- thankfully, because he was in Boston working for a different lab when the virus broke out.

-Oz stayed in Boston for a while. Many in his lab thought they could work on some kind of cure or antidote, foolishly. Oz mostly stayed for the enforced walls and special doors with only card access. He was afforded a higher level of safety, but soon people were picked off, buildings broken into, and Oz drove off to find some safety, finding Novac in the past 6 months.

Headcanons:

-Oz is a sarcastic and rude individual who's certainly not the first many think of as a 'friend'. However, when he becomes someone's friend, he is fiercely loyal.

-Currently Oz uses a wheelchair and mobility aids such as forearm crutches to get around.

-He was a huge partier but in his day-to-day life is NOT built for 'fun'. He also probably shouldn't be working in any 'customer service' type of job, but working on the first floor of the motel grants him something to do and despite him being an ornery little fuck, he's at least very organized.

-Oz would rather die than have someone see him display any type of deeper emotions, so if anyone HAS seen him cry or be truly scared, or knew him during his time in the hospital back in Boston, they are probably a very close friend. Either that, or Oz has distanced himself on purpose because he's afraid they think less of him.

[javedkashif]

"history does not belong to us; we belong to it."

basics

full name: javed kashif age: 41(physically), 400+(actual age) birthday: november 1st species: vampire gender & pronouns: cisgender man, he/him orientation: bisexual(only attracted to men and non-binary) relationship status: single occupation: history professor at greywood university

appearance

face claim: rami malek height: 5'7"(170.18 cm) dominant hand: left hair color: brown eye color: brown scars: tbd

personality

positive: intelligent, friendly, hard-working, loyal, genuine negative: stubborn, distrustful, anxious, isolated, outspoken

mentality

phobias: fear of abandomnent disorder: anxiety disorder allergies: tbd

background

hometown: london, england birthplace: cairo, egypt current residence: mystic grove education: phds in african and european history

bio

javed was born in cairo, egypt, where he spent his life up until his adulthood. his family lived on the edge of poverty, so he decided early on that he wanted more for himself and to make his parents proud. before long, he fell in love with history and instantly decided that he wanted to devote the rest of his life to studying this. it became his personal mission to record as much history as he had access to, making sure that his culture was put into written word. as he grew older, it became apparent to him that he did not have enough time in his life to achieve his aspirations. he wasn’t old, not yet, but there was too little remaining in his life to possibly make a significant contribution to historical records and research. at least in his eyes that was the case. one day, he ran into a mysterious stranger and he was given two options: continue living as he was and fail to achieve his goal or be granted eternal life? the choice seemed obvious. what he had failed to be informed of what came with this immortal life; his a heart that no longer beat, blood that ran cold through his veins, and being burned by the sun should it so much as touch his skin. he was horrified by his choice, but no one was more terrified than his own family, who called him a monster and forbid him from reentering their home after casting him out on the streets. but, his choice had been made and ultimately, he had gotten what he asked for. 

headcanons

javed had a fiance, who left him with no explanation 15-20 years ago. he thought that they were his endgame and was deeply hurt by them leaving. this is part of why he has a fear of abandonment, part of him fears that everyone he becomes close to will eventually leave him and he'll end up alone.

part of him regrets asking to be turned, but he's also largely moved past it because he knows it's a decision he can't take back. despite this, he considers himself to be relatively happy in life, because he's achieved everything he ever wanted to and more. he loves his job and he has hobbies and friends.

he's the kind of professor who very rarely gives out a's. javed considers an a to be perfection and no one is perfect, so it's hard to achieve in his mind. other than this, in class he's the type of teacher who welcomes debate and discussion, as well as never discouraging questions. he's very passionate about what he teaches and it shows when he's in class.

connections(wanted and established)

friends: noelle wakefield students: ex-fiance(0/1): book club members: colleagues:

[mutiniir]

him having scoliosis is factual at this point i think. bro is CONSTANTLY slouching. he went from 6"1 to 5"11

i think i would trust this man to tell me how much my pokemon cards are worth without fucking me over

before the ac channel got deleted, i remember when bo hello used rami malek as his faceclaim and ive never forgotten about it since. its just what he looks like in my head now so yea him having crooked teeth just rings so true

frfr i'd believe it

him turning his grey hairs into gold is a common truth shared by ramsey likers. at least 4 out of 5 artists would draw him with gold strands and i love seeing them so much

cool uncle, yes. bisexual? it was unfortunately debunked by jello since apparently zora, phoenica and giovanni(?) are the only canon bi characters (but he didn't say anything about ramsey being pan~)

believable !!

(flashbacks to the zora cutscene) yea he can break my ribs if he wanted. i think he may be stronger than he looks

this was a LOT of headcanons and ill gladly eat all this shit up thank you

WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE RAMSEY LIKERS

I WANT HEADCANONS OF THAT RODENT-FACED BASTARD ON MY DESK

[neverendingstories00]

Past The Point Of No Return (Ch.2)

Summary: You meet the infamous Safin, who takes a strong liking to you. He invites you for dinner, and you refuse to go.

Word Count: 4.4K

Warnings: n/a

A/n: Hope you guys enjoy chappie two. I promise the pace is going to pick up very soon. ;-)

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Opening your eyes, you grumble as your body shifts. Your head ached and your ankle burned. As your vision unblurred, you noticed the only light in the large dark room you resided in was coming from a fireplace. The small ambers danced around as the wood crackled underneath the fire. A blanket had been draped over you to protect you from the chill that surrounded the room. Everything seemed normal at first until it wasn’t. This room, the chill, everything was not normal. Your head hurt too much to think. Even if you had blackouted for hours, your memory refused to work. The clothes you were once in had changed. Instead of slacks and a sweater, you donned a bulky gray robe that was too big for your frame and smelt of expensive cologne. Noticing the sleeve kept falling off of your arm, you pushed it back up. The only thing that mattered to you right now was finding out what the hell was going on. As your arms attempted to push you back up, a silky and all too familiar voice spoke.

“Be careful, y/n. You wouldn’t want to hurt yourself now.”

Gritting your teeth, you clenched your fists in pure anger. Nobody knew your real name. Working for M16 for the past four years, C had become your official name. Of course, it was Safin, it had to be. Thanks to him, you were responsible for possibly killing all of the double oh’s. Bond was right, Safin was a true sadist. His voice came from behind you. You knew he wanted your attention, but you weren’t going to give him what he wanted.

“You.” You fumed, looking at the fireplace. The logs had shifted, causing the fire to burn more violently and brighter. It represented your burning hate for the anarchist. The clicks of Safin’s boots became louder and louder. “Killed them...Overthrow the agents, then the analysts, the engineers..and eventually M.”

“Thanks to you, y/n. Without your help, I would have never been able to take the agents down.” Safin jested. He wanted to make you feel guilty for his actions. Try and turn you into something that you despise to be. “The double oh’s are down, and then everyone falls one by one. The oppressed will soon be free…”

The way your name curled off of Safin’s lips made your blood boil. You ignored his rambles and looked straight into the fire as your nails dug into the sofa. Ignoring Safin’s rambles about freedom from the government, you thought about Nomi and Bond. Bond had danced with death many times before. They could have jumped out of a window or hidden under rubble. It seemed too good to be true. You were an optimist or a pessimist, more in the middle. But knowing that the blood was on your hands, and it had been planned, sent chills down your spin.

Feeling a hand in your hair, it was none other than Safin.

His fingers combed through her [y/h/c], admiring how soft it felt. When whisking y/n away, she had looked more disheveled and panicked.  It had been twenty-four hours since he had last seen you. The maids had tended to your wounds and cleaned you up. He had thought they had done a good job as they had made you look natural, yet still ever so gorgeous. Safin, being the “gentlemen” he was, wanted to you feel comfortable in the submarine pen, your new home. It was going to take time for someone such as y/n to adjust to a new lifestyle, but Safin wasn’t a man to give up so easily. He knew what state she was in and that she wasn’t going to attack him with her injury. Y/n was in Safin’s lair now, with nobody to come to save her. Her hair smelt like cherry blossoms and felt silkier than it usually was. You happened to be wearing one of Safin’s robes, which had been sliding off of your shoulder. Seeing you wear his clothes made his thoughts race. He wanted Y/n more than anything in the world. But even Safin, a feared anarchist, couldn’t simply force himself onto someone such as y/n. She were a guest in his house, not some toy for him to use.

All you could do is stand your ground and not let him bother you. After all, he was an anarchist, and agitating was something he knew he was good at. Of course, you weren’t the person to squeal or cry so easily.

“Y/n, Y/n, Y/n…” He cooed as he still played with your hair. The sleeve was becoming dangerously low on your shoulder. Safin felt his cock twitch at seeing such a stubborn and strong woman be so vulnerable. Not wanting you to be embarrassed, his hand grabbed the falling collar and raised it back up to your shoulder. He couldn’t see that you were burning red as his hand slowly finessed your skin. “Such a unique and graceful name…”

“It’s a common name, I’m nothing special.” You spit as you tried to scare him away. Y/n and Safin seemed like two different people. Safin was like a lost dog begging for attention. But Safin knew that they were similar in one way; you were both very determined people.

“I must be blind. You are a very special girl, y/n.” Safin explained. He walked beside the couch has your hair disappeared from his fingers and fell back down. It was too dark to see him, but you noticed the mask he had been wearing was off. You noticed the outline of a man walk in front of you, getting closer. “A trained Markswoman for the British Armed Forces. You spent years oversea and speak fluently in seven languages. Graduated top of your male peers and studied in Edinburgh with high honors. During your time in Siberia, your kill count was over a hundred men as you survived in the cold wilderness, alone. Even for all your kills, you were never awarded any medals of honor. Then, a cyrptographer for M16, bringing down organizations and stopping mass murder by decrypting a mere code. Or should I say was.”

“I don’t need to be saved, I can wipe that mask off of your hideous face.” You protest, refusing to look at him. “You want me to be afraid of you and think your some mighty god. All I see is a man cowering behind a mask.”

Safin grabbed your chin, making you look right at his face. Y/n protested, but Safin made sure he held her still. His index finger caressed her skin, noticing how soft and glossy it was. Your [y/e/c] shined as your thick eyebrows furrowed at him in disgust. It was too hard to decipher his face in the darkness. The hands that held your face were calloused and cold, the opposite of your skin.

“Your not wearing the mask...Step into the light.” You demand.

“No.” He replied. “You wouldn’t want to see me.”

“Didn’t you stalk me for months on end and won’t reveal your own face?” You chuckle at his face. This man was absolutely baffling. “Pathetic, I do say. I don’t care what you are, your still a sick monster.”

His grasp tightened as your chin, pulling you closer. “Watch your mouth, my dear. You are still quite young. Putting on a facade hiding a scared, little girl. Admit your afraid of me. Say it.”

You catch a small glimpse of his eyes. There multichromatic, ranging in brown or green. Regardless, you won’t budge for Safin. It was entertaining to see him become slowly annoyed with how stubborn you were. “You know I live up to my stubbornness, Safin.”

Realizing how rough he was being with you, Safin loosened his grip on her jaw and moved backwards, his hand behind his back.

“A smart, but foolish girl. I thought M16 had nothing to offer until I saw you. You were more essential than Bond ever was, you could never see it. A history of military experience and language, you were the perfect woman for the job. Bringing down whomever M16 saw as a threat, following there orders like a foolish slave. Too foolish to see through the lies of old men. Too foolish to see right through a trap and lead thousands of spies to there downfall..” Safin enunciated. “It is truly there lost. SPECTRE couldn’t get your hands on you, there just as underhanded as M16. So I claimed you.”

“I am not a toy.” Pushing yourself from a chair, you limp forward (despite the pain). “You want me because I can help you? I will never help someone such as yourself. Try all you want, but I won’t fall.”

Safin chuckled as he walked up to you, looking down at your furrowed eyebrows and pouted lip. It was so adorable to see you upset. “Y/n, I told you it was going to be an adjustment. You would say mindless things such as this. But I assure you with time, you will learn your place here. You will come to respect me and learn to l-”

“I will never to support someone such as yourself. I rather have you kill me than have to waste my breath on you.” You say. “Oh right, you keep saying your going to hurt me, but you never do. Stop saying it and actually do it, Safin.”

You were only a few inches away from his face as your eyes burned into him. Just because he was trying to bring you down with him didn’t mean you were going to fall so easily. From being held at gunpoint to nearly sold to a terrorist organization, Safin was just like all of them. He implanted fear into thousands just for his pleasure. The Anarchist walked past you, brushing his shoulder against you.

“You will join me for dinner at six o clock.” He demanded, sounding annoyed as he walked towards the door. “And that is not a request.”

Hearing the door slam shut, all your body can do is fall to the floor and cry into a pillow. You acted stern on the outside, but when alone you broke down. It’s not that you were scared of Safin but simply desired to go home. Because of your actions, you had started M16’s downfall. All because of a little cyprotrgapher falling into an anarchist’s trap. Sitting in front of the fire, you curled into a ball and held in your sobs as warm tears sped down your cheeks. For however long you were to stay in Safin’s lair, you were not going to give him the satisfaction he desired from you.

Y/n was not going to join Safin for dinner.

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“Where is she?” Safin groaned as he paced around the dining hall. The maids had arranged for an intimate dinner set up deep in the gardens. There was a low rise wooden table with two cushions with lit wax candles and bushes surrounding you. The table had all kinds of tea and an array of foods that Safin knew y/n enjoyed (from stalking).

Serrano noticed Safin’s obsession with y/n. He saw it grow day by day. Even if he was his closest ally, Serrano knew not to ever question Safin’s motives. Not only had Safin stalked her work, but her personal life. He knew she had enjoyed certain types of tea, loved candles, and all types of plants. It seemed over the top, but that was Safin. Serrano had guessed Sadin was trying to win y/n to work for him and nothing more.

“The girl might need help, since her leg…” Serrano said to Safin. Safin looked at him, displeased.

“One of your foolish men had shot her.” He replied. Noticing a few strands of black hair fall into his face, Safin smoothed them out. Serrano was probably right; you most likely needed help walking to dinner. He wouldn’t be a gentleman if he didn’t help you to dinner. One of his henchmen came into the room. Safin turned around, praying for it to be you. To see the way his robe fit onto her body; the large gray sleeve slowly falling from your shoulder, but it wasn’t.

“Go fetch Y/n for dinner, please.” He requested. The soldier nodded and went to your quarters to pick you up. Twenty minutes later, the same soldier returned with a bloody nose.

Serrano and Safin had both noticed. The solider’s nose was dripping with blood.

“What happened?” Serrano asked.

“That little bitch-she fucking kicked me!” The soldier heaved. “She told me to fuck off, so I went into her room to drag her down, and then she bloody puts her foot in my face. That woman picked a fuckin’ fight. Just as I grabbed her, she kicked me in my balls. Told me that she won’t be coming to dinner and told me to tell for you to fuck off. ”

Safin furrowed her eyebrows not only in shock but anger. “You wanted to drag her to dinner?”

The soldier nodded, wiping his nose. “I only did as I co-”

“Once again, the INCOMPETENCE with you soldiers!” He boomed. No wonder Y/n didn’t want to come, this solider had tried to drag her out of her room. For someone who was injured, Safin was shocked you managed to attack them. “That woman had every right to hit you. All of you treat my guest, my y/n, as a prisoner. It’s ridiculous.”

Serrano tried to stop him, but Safin stormed out of the room to your chambers. He knew it was going to be a challenge to get you to come, but he wasn’t going to give up so easily on someone such as yourself. No matter how much he stalked, there was something so intriguing about y/n to him. Out of all of the women he’s worked with throughout the years, she stuck out. He remembers first seeing you a year ago with Bond in Greece. A fellow ally of Safin planned to blow up the Acropolis Museum as a political statement to the president of Greece. Safin had aided him with men who successfully killed the president as Athens slowly unfolded into civil unrest. The spy agency in Greece had called upon M16 to aid them in killing the men who were responsible for the assassination. It was a mission and she and a few desk agents had flown out to help the double oh’s. Instead of Bond saving the day as he usually would, it was Y/n that did. Seeing her slide over cars in her short polka dot dress and jump across rooftops, you had singlehandedly shot and killed the bomber. He remembers your hair being in a loose ponytail, held up by a small, scarlet ribbon. Not only did you kill him, but Q and you had dismantled a nuclear bomb that was meant to wipe out half of Athens. M and Bond wanted y/n as a field agent, but she always turned it down, more comfortable with being an introverted cyrotpotgether. Upon seeing y/n, Safin knew he had to make her his. Not only as she talented and smart, but striking to the eyes of many. Seeing Bond playfully flirt with you drove Safin mad, but you could shrug it off as nothing more. The only piece of you Safin had of y/n was the sweet-smelling ribbon, but having you in his lair and touching your skin gave him his serotonin. Whatever it took to win y/n over, Safin was willing to go to the full length.

Instead of being uncivilized, Safin decided to have a more civil approach with y/n, even if on the inside he was annoyed and pissy. Approaching y/n’s door, he knocked. “Y/n? I-”

“Fuck.Off.” You spit, curled by the fire.

Safin clenched a fist. He was expecting you to say something vulgar, but he had to keep his temper down to not scare you. “I’ve been patient with you, my dear. You can’t stay in there forever.”

“If I can survive in the Siberian wilderness for a month then I’ll be more than happy to isolate myself in this little shithole.” You snap back. Safin was like all of the other men you had dealt with other the years. They tried to intimidate you because of there gender, but you weren’t one to be bossed around.

Serrano and some of the soldiers decided to eavesdrop from the corner, seeing Safin become visibly angry. His fists were clenched as he huffed, trying to keep his composure around the stubborn cryptographer. “You don’t want to see me mad.”

Hearing this statement, a snark chuckle escaped your lips. If Safin was trying to scare you than he was simply failing at it. “Mad? Oh please. Your a small, cowardly man who hides behind a mask. Instead of going into the public, you sit in your lair and corrupt mindless protestors into doing your dirty work for you. All you are is bronze, no brain. Out of all the people you decide to kidnap, you kidnap me, a cryptographer? Not the infamous Bond or even a double oh? Oh right, how could I forget! Your men are such imbeciles that they can barley follow basic orders, so you decide to kidnap the weakest target for a bargaining chip. No matter how much you bribe or interrogate me, I won’t go down without a fight with a coward.”

Safin could hear his men eavesdropping him. The “oh’s” and chuckles that came from his mouth made his blood boil. No one had ever talked back to Safin before, fearing him. But y/n was different, teasing and humiliating him. Who did y/n think she was? If she had been a soldier, Safin would have killed her right on spot. But no matter how tempting, he couldn’t hurt her. Safin was so close to you, yet so far. In frustration, Safin grabbed an ancient Japanese vase and threw it to the ground. It cracked all over the ground, sending small pieces into Safin’s fingers.

Hearing his grunt and the shatter of the base, you jumped in place. That was the most violence and emotion you had seen come out of that man. Regardless, you weren’t afraid of Safin. It was ridiculous that he was having a little temper tantrum because you didn’t give him what he wanted. Safin was a spoiled child or a spoiled man for the matter.

Safin saw what he was becoming; a monster. He was one, but for y/n, he had be a gentlemen. Knocking gently on the door, he growled. “Will you join me?”

“No!”

“Will you join me, please?”

“No thank you!”

“COME OUT HERE THIS INSTANT!” Safin bombed, slamming his fist against the door.

You roll your eyes, yelling back. “I WON’T! YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!”

Safin had enough of y/n’s stubbornness. Kicking the door open, he stormed over to you and grabbed your wrist. A small yelp escaped from your lips, trying to back away, but his grip held you down.

“You are HERE, in MY lair, and YOU are going to listen to ME and be MINE.” He orders as his grasp on your wrist tightened. You hiss in his face as you place your hand on his chest to push him back.

“Like I said.” You hiss, getting right into his face. Just like Safin, you were furious. His little temper tantrum was ridiculous. “I will NEVER listen to your commands.”

Safin didn't respond to y/n, but looks into her [y/e/c]. They were big as the fire glistened inside of them. A few pieces of [y/h/c] hair had fallen into her face as her breathing was heavy. She wasn’t controlled and content, but frantic and shaky. Being close to her oddly calmed the anarchist down. His grip on her softened as he let go of you, turning down to think. Then it hit him.

“[Y/m/n] and you look eerily similar..” He calmly explained, walking around your chambers.

Your mother’s name had come out of his mouth. The woman that you cared about the most was mentioned by that monster. A small gasp escapes your mouth as you feel your heart drop. “Leave her out of this.”

“Same hair and same eyes. She is the older version of you, still beautiful even after years of so much loss..” He maintained his dominance, trying to aggravate you into submission. “On the other hand, your sister…[y/s/m] looks more like your dead father..”

“M16 knows.” You stutter, trying to stay strong. Your strong facade began to break. Your emotional side stayed contained, even on top missions. But in Safin’s lair, it felt different. Not even enemies you had faced in the past would mention your family. “If you hurt my mother or [y/s/n], they’ll put you and your men six feet u-”

“Uup,” He spun on his heel, making direct eye contact with you. Y/n’s emotions, her true weakness, were breaking out. He could see your tears prick with tears as your hands shook. “M16 won’t be there to save you, your mother, or your little sister.”

Walking over to you, he leaned into your ear, cooing, “Because their greatest warrior was there greatest downfall. That warrior is you, my sweet.”  

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you bit your lip. Your mother and sister were the only people that were left in your life. They had supported you through years of therapy and discharge from the military. Safin didn’t scare you until he had mentioned them and M16. You didn’t like that he was painfully right. Because of a dumb girl, yourself, M16 was crumbling to pieces.

Safin looked over at you and saw your melancholic (and afraid) face. A sympathetic sigh came from his lips as he walked over, wiping a falling cheek from your week. “Don’t cry, my little dove. I’m sorry if I upset you.”

You felt strong arms wrap around your lower back and hair. Safin pulled y/n close, stroking her [y/h/c]. Her shaking was quite obvious as tears stained his vest. Y/n try to squirm out of his hold, but Safin needed to enjoy this moment. After waiting for so long, he could no longer hold back. Y/n was finally in his arms. Those long nights of looking at her old military photos or the red ribbon were over. Y/n was no longer a fantasy, but a reality. He hated seeing her so shaken and upset. The poor girl’s shaking had calmed down. It was best if Safin had left her alone, for now at least.

Releasing her from the hug, Safin patted her shoulders as y/n looked down. His fingers traced under her cheek, tilting y/n’s head up towards Safin. No longer was she her fiery self, but a scared little girl. Her lips quivered as spare tears fell from her face. Months of stalking, Safin knew that one of her many weaknesses was her own family. She had lost so much over the years and losing them would be her tipping point. Safin was cruel, but not to his y/n.

“Over time, you will adjust over time. One day, you will see,” He cooed, moving small strands to clearly see your face. His hand rested on your cheek as his thumb caressed your soft skin. “All of there ignorance. I saved you from them for a reason. When I eradicate tyranny, you will be grateful.”

You saw his face more clearly in the fire. From a distance, his skin looked olive bronzed and normal. But up close, it was different. It was burned and scarred, the man was horribly disfigured. No wonder he wore a mask, to conceal his identity and frightening face. Safin looked like the monster in a child’s nightmare, in which he was. He stood up and walked to the door, acting as if he hadn’t threatened to kill your family if you didn’t do as he pleased.

“Oh, and y/n,” He stated, turning to you. “Get some rest please, you look very debilitated. The maids are near if you request anything. Good night, my dear.”

Gently shutting the door, Safin stayed in front of it. He heard y/n’s concealed cries.  His hand wanted to knock and comfort her, but he knew that she truly didn’t want to see him. It pained him to see you upset, but he was confident you would overcome it, work with him, and possibly love him. Safin yearned for the touch of a woman who truly desired him. He knew he couldn’t force a woman to love him no matter how much he desired her. For who could ever love someone such as himself?

You saw his footsteps under the door. He thankfully began to walk away. When you heard his footsteps out of hearing distance, a loud cry escaped your mouth. You tried to stay strong, but you were slowly breaking apart. Within the past forty eight hours, your life had been turned upside. Now you were a prisoner of Safin for his sick, twisted reasons. Did he want you to work for him or did he want your body? Or both? It was all too much to handle. Safin was a wildcard. The way he held you close, played with your hair, grabbed you all pulled at your heartstrings. His deep and oddly soothing voice telling you that M16’s downfall was your fault, in which it was. The pain of not knowing the agents you were meant to keep alive’s fates made your eyes prick with tears. Safin’s plan had truly worked.

The bedroom Safin had placed you in was lavish, yet dismal. It was large with two connecting rooms. The room you were in was full of books, candles, plants, and a couch that stared at a fireplace. The other room led to a large-sized bed and a bathroom that was bigger than your tiny flat. Safin was trying to impress you with materialistic gifts, but you thought of it as an undesirable hellhole. The robe you wore was too big and chunky for you. Walking into the other room, you threw the robe off and dived into the large-sized bed. It looked too neat to be comfortable, but upon laying on it, it sucked you in. Throwing a blanket onto your exposed body, you buried your face into the nearest pillow and cried. Cried not because you were stuck with the monster known as Safin, but knowing that you were the reason millions were going to die. All because of an arrogant, stubborn girl.