#what are we sailing for (sandy headcanon)

[whydowebothertostay]

((Trying to sleep and my dog has decided to bark for no reason. =_=

So have some headcanons and ideas??

Sandy getting a ptsd service dog. He's a little white hypoallergenic mix named Milou after Tintin's dog bc she's absolutely read the Tintin comics, both for fun and to the twins. He keeps her safe during flashbacks and as a plus side is very good at sussing out people with rancid vibes and keeping them away.

I feel like she would enjoy watercolor painting and making friendship bracelets. Also, because she's a traumatized child of the 90's, she 100% listens to Korn.

Evelyn and Evelyn get a chicken coop together at some point bc they were raised around chickens throughout their early childhood and feel a lot safer with animals than with people. Eva gets a chicken as an emotional support animal and Lynn stopped talking to her for a week over it because she thought it was stupid, but she secretly enjoys watching people's reactions to the damn thing.

Eva is the more shy sister of the two and the one who's more earnest and innocent, but she's also a queen of backhanded compliments and accidental insults. She doesn't even know she's being mean, she's just honest in her own weird way.

Lynn is the more abrasive twin, and the one who makes the difficult choices between the two of them. She's also a little boy-crazy and interprets anyone giving her attention as them totally having a crush on her. She's also just kinda...weird?? Eva is weird in her own way, but Lynn wears her weirdness on her sleeve. She's into astrology in an ironic way and will straight up make up horoscopes to fuck with people.))

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May I get beach vacation headcanons for Jiraiya? I can just imagine him in toad printed swimming trunks 🐸

I know you asked for headcanons, but the imagery was too much. I just couldn't stop myself. 🐸🐸🐸

A Perfect Day

Jiraiya x Reader

No warnings, only fluff and some flirty innuendo.

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The cheery summer sun hung high in the sky amidst a soft bed of white, wispy clouds as the ocean below buzzed and hummed with gentle, ebbing waves, nestled between the horizon and the sandy shore. Small children giggled and squealed in the lazy rolls of surf that lapped at the edge of the busy beach while their taller counterparts played and bobbed in deeper waters.

As you walked down the duney path flanked by swaying leaves and forgotten seashells, you adjusted the heavy beach bag digging into your shoulder, pausing when you felt the warmth of a familiar gaze zeroing in on you from behind. "You aren't fooling anyone with those sunglasses, mister," you smirked, giving your mountain of a companion the side-eye over your shoulder with a playful waggle of your hips.

"Who says I'm trying?" He quipped with a cheesy grin, tipping the lenses forward with a flirty wink. He followed a few strides behind you, clearly intending to admire his favorite view as the two of you approached the sea.

When you stepped off of the path and onto the open beach, a blast of salty air gusted through the sheer, fluttering cover-up wrapped about your hips and rushed across your face, trying to take your big, floppy sun hat with it. You squealed in a bit of panic, scrambling to keep the gift Jiraiya had given you from sailing off your head, nearly toppling over as your flip-flops caught a hefty scoop of sand from your uncoordinated flailing. A thick arm caught you around the waist as the weight of your beach bag threatened to tip you over sideways, pulling you into his delightfully firm chest as you chirped with a surprised squeak.

"You're such a klutz," he teased, taking a moment to fix your hat before relieving you of the awkwardly weighted bag. "I told you to let me carry that thing."

"You're already carrying everything else, though," you protested with an eruption of giggles, pointing out that Jiraiya strongly resembled a pack mule with a pair of chairs, an umbrella, and a cooler miraculously balanced about his chiseled form. The froggy-printed swim trunks sitting low on his hips just made you snort with more laughter as their little cartoon faces stared back at you from behind the myriad of things he was holding.

"It's my solemn duty to carry all of the supplies. That way, I can watch you walk around in the tasty little number you've been hiding from me," He hummed teasingly, planting a kiss on your forehead as he hooked the bag onto the mass of other things in his hands. "And what's so funny, hmm, little lady?"

You snorted again, covering your mouth to suppress another giggle fit as you pointed at his trunks. "I got those for you as a joke. I never expected you to wear them in public."

"What's wrong with my gama-shorts?" He pouted, feigning offense with a downward glance at the patterened fabric around his thighs.

"Nothing. They're perfect," you flashed him a smile, standing on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek before turning with a hand holding your hat to the top of your head as the warm breeze gently rustled through the fabric circling your legs, eyes scanning the expansive coastline up ahead. "Where should we set up?"

"Your pick, princess."

With a quiet smirk, you snickered to yourself, knowing Jiraiya was far too busy admiring your ass to be of any help in selecting an ideal spot for beach lazing. Perching your hand upon your hip in thought, you eventually pointed to an open swath of sand, peering over your shoulder at him as you posed your inquiry. "What about there?"

A cheerful smile spread across the sannin's face as he made a declaration of approval. "Works for me!" Truthfully, he didn't care where on the beach he ended up, so long as you were with him. With an easy hum, he brought the folding chairs and umbrella to your side, setting things down as he went to give you space to flip open a large blanket to mark your chosen spot. He paused for a beat, eyes trained on his favorite asset as you bent forward to smooth down the corners of the cloth.

"You, sir, are far from subtle," you huffed playfully, spying him around your leg as you got things situated.

"Can ya blame me? It's a great view." He was decidedly not referring to the scenery.

You just rolled your eyes with stifled laughter, shaking your head as you unpacked the bag containing all of the things you would need for the day. Sunscreen, novels, notebooks, and plastic cups all made their way out onto the blanket as you worked on getting things organized. Jiraiya popped the large umbrella open after driving the post an impressive depth into the sand behind the perimeter of the blanket, taking a moment to adjust the angle to gift the area with a bit of pleasant shade before setting out the chairs. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath of the delicious, salty air and exhaled with a content sigh, unable to conjure a more delightful way to spend your vacation. Picking up the bottle of sunscreen, you set down your floppy hat on an open chair along with your cover-up and rose to your feet. A warm presence moved behind you, reaching over your shoulder to grab it from your light grip before you could even flick open the cap.

"Let me help gou with that," he hummed flirtatiously in your ear.

"Oh, you're gonna help, huh?" You mused, tilting your head back to look at him with a new wave of laughter making its way through your chest as those large palms of his smoothed the jarringly cold goo over your skin. His voice buzzed in your head as his hands languidly wandered the landscape of your scantily clad body, slowing to enjoy the curve of your hip, moving over your stomach and dipping dangerously close to the hem of your bathingsuit bottoms. Forgetting where you were for a moment, you closed your eyes, biting back a breathy sigh and sinking into the wonderful being behind you. Your lids snapped open a second later as you recalled that this was a very public setting. Face flaming, you squealed and spun around, swatting at his scarred chest. "You dirty tease, there are people here!"

Jiraiya beamed at you shamelessly, mischief staining his features as he took another dollop of the white lotion onto his finger, smearing it across your chest with a smirk. "What, can't a guy help his lady put on a little sunscreen?"

"That is so not what you were doing," you retorted lightheartedly, quickly spreading the rest of it across your chest and rubbing it in before swiping the bottle back from him. You intended to subject him to a similar torture, slowly running your hands over his chiseled body, massaging the substance into every curve and dip of his muscular frame. You took your sweet time -- watching him groan and struggle to maintain his composure under your calculating, sensual touch. Fair is fair, after all. It brought you immense satisfaction.

"You know, I'm not above throwing you over my shoulder and whisking you off somewhere private to punish you for that," he murmured suggestively in your ear in a playfully threatening tone, settling his hands on your hips as he stood behind you.

"You started it," you giggled back, spinning around in his grip and giving him a winning smile. "Come on, let's go for a swim. I don't know about you, but I'm boiling already."

"You know me, doll. I'll follow you anywhere."

"Yeah, you'll follow my ass anywhere!" You cackled over your shoulder, sticking your tongue out at him as you broke into a jog toward the water. Jiraiya's laugher boomed behind you as your feet sunk into the hot sand, kicking up little clouds with every step. You all but skipped through the damp, squishy border that stood between you and the rocking waves, launching yourself into the water with the enthusiasm of child diving into a ball pit. Spitting out a mouthful of ocean spray, you bobbed at the surface once you drifted out a bit, spinning around to face the shore. Perplexed, your eyes shifted around, as Jiraiya had seemingly vanished.

Suddenly, something brushed against your ankle and began wrapping about your legs. Shrieking in genuine terror, you thrashed in the water, kicking and twisting until a familiar head of white hair erupted from below the surface, bringing with it the wide, grinning face of your most beloved troublemaker. His arms curled firmly around your body, lifting you above the cresting waves as he stood on the deep sand below.

"Gotcha," he smirked.

"I thought you were a shark!" You squeaked, gasping with a few broken breaths of relief as you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in his wild, wet mop of hair. "You look like a crazy old merman," you giggled. "All you need is a trident."

"Neither shark, nor merman, but a Sage!" Unable to contain his flair for the dramatic, Jiraiya took that opening and jumped with surprising ease up onto the surface of the water with you still in his arms, striking a pose as he began one of his famous "Toad Sage of Mt. Miyuboku" skits, only to be rudely interrupted by Mother Nature as a massive wave crashed over you both, toppling Jiraiya from his perch above the choppy surf. You shook with laughter when he sighed, looking like a wet dog that lost a fight with a package of seaweed as his mouth bubbled over the troughs of water. "No one ever lets me finish that speech."

After countless splashing matches and enough horsing around to tire out even the most rambunctious genin, you eventually made your way back out of the quiet tides toward your cozy little nook of beach with a wave of goosebumps speckled across your skin. The pleasant breeze left a chill behind as it kissed the water still dripping down your shoulders, prompting Jiraiya to wrap you tightly in a towel once you reached your umbrella and rub your arms with a wink and a cheeky offer to help you warm back up. Answering with a teasing promise of later, you spent a few long moments basking in his embrace before flopping onto the blanket together, enjoying some drinks and sandwiches from the cooler. Bellies full and bathed in each other's pleasant company, you sprawled comfortably across the blanket to read and dry off under the heat of the sun while Jiraiya settled into a beach chair to write.

As the soft churns of the waves marked the passage of time, Jiraiya scribbled notes on one of his pads, smiling quietly as he gazed down at where you had slowly dozed off in the amber rays of the now setting sun with your face smushed upon the open pages of your book. Setting aside his upcoming novel, he rose from his chair, stretching for a moment before sitting down on the warm blanket beside you. He sighed contently, idly brushing his knuckles across your cheek as he hummed happily to the bright orange sky.

"This truly was a perfect day."

[faustonastring]

If you don’t mind. Could we have a head cannon for the Arcana finding merperson mc??

Thanks for requesting! I went on a mermaid kick this may, so I know an ungodly amount of information on mermaids and sirens, so I’m gonna try to keep this as basic as possible 🤪

Main six finding a merperson Mc

Asra

Asra was off on one of his travels, this time wandering the sandy shores of Prakra, collecting new shells and other pretty things he can pay rent and buy things with, but then he spots something out of the corner of his eye.

He of course wanders towards it, curious of what he will fine, but he was not expecting to see a merperson washed on shore trapped in fishing wires and fishing nets, struggling to get out. He approaches slowly, not wanting to scare you and asks if you need help, (how you respond depends on your apprentice), but he’s surprisingly causal about everything, trust me, he’s seen weirder, more mythical creatures on his travels.

He does help you out though, and thus the casual conversation begins, talking about how life is as a merperson, what you both do for fun, what’s it like having legs, and to be quite honest, asra never wants to leave. He does eventually, but he visits often. And I’m not saying asra is the type to fall in love with you, and try to find a way to turn you human or himself into a merperson, but he’s definitely the type to fall madly in love with you and try to find a way to turn you human or himself into a merperson.

Nadia

She was visiting her family in prakra, (ah prakra, the home of many mermaids, men, and merpeople apparently) just taking a causal stroll on the beach to clear her head while sipping some wine, (when you have a big family like hers it’s nice to get away) but then she notices a person(?) stranded in the middle of the sea.

So of course she jumps on her sleek yacht so go help the drowning(?) or stranded(?) stranger, only for them to disappear, but very quickly she spots you again, a miracle really, but then she sees you dive under....and you have a tail?

It takes her a second to fully grasp the fact that merpeople are in fact real, her whole life they were just part of fictional stories that came from her and her sisters imagination. But here you are. She turns off her boat for a while, and watches the sea, to see if you approach her(that’s up to your apprentice, but she won’t approach you) and to make sure your out of her path so she can safely get back to shore without hitting you with her boat.

Julian

This takes place back in his pirate days. Him and a couple of ship mates were causally cruising the sea, drinking a couple of beers and singing a couple of old pirate songs, when all the sudden, one of them hears singing? Every one shuts up and then suddenly, they hear it too.

The captain knows this trick, she quickly turns the boat so it goes another direction, but the singing just never leaves julians mind. He couldn’t have just imagined it right? Everyone else heard it, and there’s no way in hell that sirens and merpeople exist, right?

He sneaks off the boat, and into a little raft in the middle of the night to go check it out for himself, and he nearly falls out of the boat when he sees you appear from the water. He’s scared, of course, but that doesn’t mean he’s not willing to engage in a friendly conversation. As he silently prays that your not a siren here to kill him. If you do let him leave, none of his crew mates believe him when he tells the story of how he met a real live merperson.

Portia

This also takes place in her ‘pirate’ days. Right before she left for vesuvia. She was sailing the seas of Nevivon, In a boat that she may or may not have stole borrowed. When she notices a very pretty, tail flickering out of the water.

Her only thought is “what kind of fucking fish-“ so she not so carefully moves her boat closer, anxious too see what kind of weird ass fish was in the water, but she was not expecting to hear the scream of fear, which comes out fo you as she (very quickly) drives he boat in your direction.

She stops her boat the second she hears you looking all over, and when she sees a person, she’s relieved, for a second she thought fish could scream, but then she’s curious of why your all alone? And if you need any help getting back to shore. She screams in excitement when she finds out your a mermaid, and she has a book of questions for you.

Muriel

It happens when he’s a kid, living under the docks with asra. Asra would always run off to go play pranks on people, or try to bargain some pretty shells him and Muriel found for some bread and snacks. Muriel would always stay behind to watch over their little ‘home’ but he spots some one....or something In the water.

At first he thinks his eyes deceive him. No one goes swimming in the dead of winter, even though vesuvia doesn’t get very cold. Plus no one goes swimming at the docks! That’s really dangerous! They could get hit by a boat, or eaten alive by an eel! But despite all of muriels thoughts, you seem to get closer.

Now he’s confused. You look around the same age (your age gap doesn’t exist here alright, let’s just say mermaids age differently) he wants to call out to see if your alright, but it’s none of his business right? Next thing he knows your a foot or so away from him, asking why he’s staying under the docks. And just like that, wether he wanted to or not, Muriel made an unlikely ‘friend’

Lucio

He got bored one day decided to sail one of his many many boats, all across the seas. Only for him to get lost. Alone. In the middle of the ocean. Alone. Good thing there’s a lot of water around to water Skype some one for he- oh wait, my bad. Lucio doesn’t know how to do that either.

He gets angry. Frustrated. So what do you do when your angry. Alone. On a boat. That you don’t know how to drive. Crash it of course. Good thing lucio can swim (surprisingly) bad thing is he has to leave his designer shoes on the boat. His clothes too. (He doesn’t want them ‘weighing him down’

But another good thing is he sees some one coming to rescue him! So he kind of just floats there waiting for them to come to him, and damn! They are a good swimmer. He wraps and arm around you as you drag him to shore, only for his foot to touch something scaley, then he ducks his head under water to find out your a merperson! And ohhhh boy is he gonna brag about this later. Just get ready for the flirting and pick up lines he’s gonna use on you on your way back.

I really like how this came out and I hope you like it too! And You can find my master list here!

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[synoikismos]

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❛  My soul, guard against pomp and glory. And if you can't curb your ambitions, at least pursue them hesitantly, cautiously. And the higher you go, the more searching and careful you need to be.  ❜

————— now playing :  (  🎵 )  ain’t no grave — crooked still

GUEST CARD

— ✹ FULL NAME   :::   theseus — ✹ TITLE   :::   (  deposed  /  exiled  )  king of athens, prince of troezen, son of poseidon  /  sounds impressive but all of these are worthless because he’s on that hashtag Exile Livin’! — ✹ BIRTHPLACE   :::   troezen, attica — a former kingdom southwest of athens, brought formally under the athenian fold by theseus ushering in the synoikismos and dismantling cretan hegemony over the lands of attica — ✹ LAND / KINGDOM   :::   kingdom of athens  —  once a simple polis, theseus has managed to expand the aforementioned kingdom, politically unifiying the various other political units of attica into one coherent political state under athenian rule — ✹ AGE   :::   thirty-one  /  born on the henē kai nea of poseideon  /  translated: the last day of the month that is approximately december or january  

AFFILIATIONS

— ✹ PARENTS   :::   (  poseidon  /  aegeus  )  & aethra — ✹ SIBLINGS   :::   yeah .... a fuck-ton from poseidon but im not gonna list all that  /  possibly? medus? from aegeus? — ✹ LOVER(S)   :::   taylor swift vc : got a long list of ex-lovers  /  cassandra  (  arguably literally ghosted her  )  /  ariadne  (  former, rip  )  /  a fuck-ton of others probably  /  pirithous  (  technically? deceased  )  /  helen  (  he wishes  )  /  to be plotted?      — ✹ PATRON DEITY   :::   n/a  /  poseidon, you coward, give your son your patronage! — ✹ PROTEGE   :::   n/a   /   he’s accepting applications if yall want to ig???

INSIGHT

— ✹ VICES   :::   diligence  /  fortitude  /  patience  (  arguably  ) — ✹ VIRTUES   :::   greed  /  pride  /  lust — ✹ MORAL ALIGNMENT   :::   true neutral  — ✹ PERSONALITY TYPE   :::   intj-a  /  3w4 8w7 5w6 sx/sp  /  choleric-sanguine  /  true neutral  /  slytherclaw  /  spiritually a scorpio probably  /  philosophically a rational egoist  /  politically  (  and i’m going to use an anachronism here  )  a max stirner devotee à la union of egoists kinda thing? — ✹ MOST FORTUNATE MEMORY   :::   it was inevitable: the sight of the sea would always remind him of what he lost. it is a curiosity to associate such deprivation with the clearest of joys; but as he has come to learn: there is no light without dark. thus, there is no joy without despair. he thinks about stolen kisses in evergreen gardens filled with sycamore trees; he thinks about a hand clutched while whispered words tell tales of the promise of a new life; he thinks about secret meadows and fights turned into tender caresses; he thinks about labyrinths and spools of thread; he thinks about love lost and love gained and love mourned. through it all, he does not think of the memories by themselves, but of them as chapters to his narrative. his most fortunate memory isn’t any particular memory; instead, it’s the memory of memories, subtle yet succinct, ever-there but rarely felt. it is the act of remembering that moves him so: standing on a shore, looking out into the waters, the sea breeze in his hair. his most precious possession is not even a ghost; but the ghost of a ghost, like a mirror reflected on itself, the concatenation of nostalgia. for a moment—a brief, glorious moment where all is clear, all is lucid, all is bright, all is beautiful—he thinks he finally understand what his mother meant. — ✹ AN  ACT THEY WOULD ERASE   :::   verdant fields and clear blue skies, rolling around in meadows, the promise of eternity in but a single moment—the memories are still there yet the actors are gone. one has been twisted into the worst version of himself; the other is stuck still in the underworld. life cannot be lived without regrets, and theseus has many, but this is the one that always comes to mind when he thinks about his failings. there is the ghost of a whisper on his ear, his lips mouthing the words that would condemn them both: do we not deserve this? yet even as this memory stirs the most profound regret in him, a sly voice, almost sounding like himself, asks: but you would do it all over again, would you not? and he can never answer, because he does not want to lie. — ✹ BELIEF ABOUT FATE   :::   this is a story you already know, retold in a dozen different ways throughout the unfolding of history. when you play with the gods, there is always an element of danger; but what is life if not to risk daily? the god might think they are beholden to nobody, but fate is a higher order still. nature has whims all of her own, and as one system rises, so too must another fall. this is how it went from chaos to creation to the reign of the titans to their downfall in the titanomachy. destiny waxes and wanes. the future is the past is the present. there are no gods; there are no masters. there is only action. the rest is silence.

RECOGNITION

— ✹ NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS   :::   there are various scars that litter his body, remnants from his many encounters of battling with monsters and other men. he doesn’t speak about it much; instead he only speaks of victories, of triumph. loss and weakness are meant for other men, mortal men, men whose veins aren’t touch by ichor’d sanguinity. — ✹ NOTABLE QUIRKS, IDIOSYNCRACIES   :::   his rather odd insistence on always having a light by him, even while sleeping—perhaps most especially while sleeping. it is an odd habit that is borne from his many months swaddled in half-darkness in the underworld, a habit that threatens to burn him and everything around him down by a mere gust of strong wind should the fates decree it so; but perhaps he would rather have such a fate than live in darkness once more. aside from that, there is his rather stunning overconfidence—almost too unbelievable to be true. perhaps it’s a ploy, some kind of scheme to make you think something about him—but to what end? and does it not seem he believes in his own myths the more he retells them? — ✹ REPUTATION AMONG MORTALS   :::   there’s a certain tenacity about him, some flavour of vivacity, maybe even some sort of sagacity. he’s the man who could, the man who did, and the man who would—even if doing all three kills him. his name is spoken of in revered whispers before his all-too sudden fall from grace. two years have passed since he boldly dared where no other would do—two years he suffered and two years he survived—and any sane man would have then lived a life of quiet, retiring into domesticity. yet here he is again, once more daring, once more cloying, once more attempting. what can one do but watch as a man tries again and again? maybe it’s with pity you choose to regard him; maybe it’s with a certain incredulity. still, you are watching him—and perhaps that’s all he ever wanted. //  tl;dr: resident florida man does it again!   — ✹ REPUTATION AMONG GODS   :::   what does one do with one who dares think he can flout the natural order? theseus is a man—nothing but a man—yet he’s descended from one of them, even if unrecognised, and he dares think of himself as heralding a new age. for now, he’s an annoying fly buzzing about, buzzing about for the next careful window of opportunity. swat him away, won’t you? you’d be doing yourselves a favour.   // aka: olympians HATE him! he tried to steal one of them with his bro and he’s still out here thriving!  && you, too, can be like him with this 5 drachmae trick! LEARN THE TRUTH NOW!  

MUTUAL HEADCANON

What man, after entering Paradise, would seek to go back to earth ? What man, having known Helen, could be content with anybody else ?

the salt-sea waves laps up at the edges of the boat and there is the aftertaste of brine in the air. around them, there are the fishermen going about their business, off to cast their nails for this early morning, heads cast down as if to ignore the magnificent sail of the ship docked in their desolate land. in the distance, a white twisted something of a tree, already dead yet still standing. troezen was no athens, no sparta, no troy: it is nothing but void, empty and barren—of heroes, of legends, of ichor. yet here they stand, two holy individuals lifted up by their divine parentage, looking like stark figures against the ashen landscape. 

(  this is not the end, this is the beginning.  )

water crash against rocks. there is the smell of a storm in the air. if he is to leave, he must leave soon—and yet, where once there is nothing but bold willingness, there is now the piquant feeling of worry, some tinge of regret. he becomes half-moored, half-alight: feet tethered to sandy beaches even as his ears welcome the call of the sea.

❛  it will be as if i never left,  ❜  he says, already knowing that it is not as easy as he makes it out to be to her. 

he unfolds his hands, revealing a sliver of a thing: an apple seed, nothing more and nothing less. he takes her hand, and puts it on her palm, closing her first around it as if it is something precious.  ❛  Τῷ μήλῳ βάλλω σε· σὺ δ΄ εἰ μὲν ἑκοῦσα φιλεῖς με͵ δεξαμένη τῆς σῆς παρθενίης μετάδος,  ❜  he says, and that is all that needed to be said.

[enygma0710]

Headcanon...

I’m still salty and pissed about the shitshow of S8 and talking about it with friends recently just made all the feelings come up again.  I talked about this with @jenks-jinx about what could happen after S8 and thought I’d share. 

1. While the Unsullied and The Dothraki were about to sail away, The unnamed Prince of Dorne was like “Pause, you guys feeling this shit is weak, why don’t you stop by Dorne so we can have a little conversation that will benefit us all.” 

2. Yara Greyjoy who overhears this is like “Wait, these bastards screwed me over and I was down for the Daenerys too. The fucking North gets Independence and we get what?  all hell no, Let me send some Ravens to some potential allies I met in my travels West of Westeros. 

3. When Arya sails west little does she know that the lands west of Westeros have been alerted so when she steps foot on the sandy shores of the kingdom of Wakanda. She is greeted by the King’s cousin Kilmonger who stops her with a “Not Today, Colonizer, Greyjoy informed T’challa and I, about what yall how you were treating our people and their queen after they helped you defeat the NK?...It’s time for reparations.” 

4. The Dornish Army, The Iron fleet, The Unsullied, the Dothraki and the Wakandian Army (all of them with their vibranium tech)  stage a rebellion against King Bran and his wack ass council. The council and any remaining Westerosi forces are easily destroyed or they surrender.  The rebellion finishing what Daenerys Targaryen started by breaking the fucking wheel. 

5. A fully integrated Westeros exist under a diverse new council with representatives from the new seven independent kingdoms bringing forth a new future for all those in Westeros. 

I know I crossed over different fandoms but really after the clusterfuck and nonsensical writing in S8 shit anything was possible. The fucking Tardis could've landed on Dragonstone and reset the timeline. Thor could've popped up with Loki anything is you subvert that badly, and they did. 

This is just my way of healing, just like all those wonderful “fix-it fics” popping up. 

[monstersandmaw]

Crab Monster

Gorgeous post submitted by @monster-love-storiess! Thank you for this - I hope you folks enjoy it too! Unchanged by me, except for adding a ‘keep reading’...

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Hey I was the anon that asked about the crab monster and I then decided to write him a little blurb! Hope you enjoy!

Never in my entire life did I think I would ever run for my life from anything. Never did I think I would feel that intense, horrifying survival instinct kick in and send my adrenaline kicking and screaming into gear. I had seen run for their lives in TV shows and in movies and maybe during a rigorous game of dodge ball in middle school, but never like this. This was the worst feeling anyone could feel. The crippling fear, the hot fire anxiety and the scorching ache in my muscles as I pushed them farther than they have ever been pushed before.

My hushed frantic panting echoed off the damp sea cave walls as I zig zag my way around dried coral and larger than usual shells. My bare feet were badly scraped, and my beach dresses was tattered and salty. But at the moment, I could barely focus on that. I could barley focus on anything aside from putting as much distance between that monster and myself.

The events leading up to me running for my life were a little unusual and my mind reeled at the turn of events that had thrown me to where I am now. Me graduating with flying colors from Marine Biology and then receiving a grant to work on a boat alongside other gradated biologists. It started off great, a little sunburned but great as we travelled around the Caribbean. Part of it was working and taking and examining water samples and finding wildlife, but it was also a vacation of sorts as well.

 We had a captain and a first mate who were not biologist but were just in charge the boat. They were tanned and gruff, both with dark gray birds and yellow teeth.  I had never given them much thought except when I introduced myself when I got on the boat, to which they brushed me off and continue untying ropes from the dock before we set sail.

Come to think of it, the only time I had really heard them speak was when they were screaming curse words into the wind as that huge tidal wave overtook the ship.

I had shut my eyes at that moment, the water spraying everywhere and there was too much salt in my eyes to even see the wave coming, but I braced myself against the closest sturdy thing I could find, which was unfortunately the side railing. Needless to say, my grip was forced off and I was swept up into a seemingly never ending current of dense black water.

When I felt my body finally stop moving, I slowly began the process of opening my eyes. Almost admittedly, I shut them again as blazing sunlight made my vision go white. I wiggled my fingers, toes, arms and legs and found that nothing was broken, but just very soar. My lung burned and my head pounded.

I sat up, now realizing that I had been pressed into the sand of a beach, the tide that had probably dropped me off now receding past my feet and farther back. Looking around I found that I was on some kind of island with a few trees and the biggest rock formations I had ever seen. They rose up higher than any building and I could already see the network of a few caves. I glanced over my shoulder to see if I could see any  signs of life.

There were none. My heart grew heavy and blood ran cold.

I think at that point I had started crying and I curled up into a ball right there on the beach, the water still lapping at my toes and my dress dripping with salt.

It was then The blaring sun was suddenly blocked out but a  large figure looming over me.

I never actually got a good look at it, I only slowly glanced up in time to see those dangerously large crab-like pinchers and the immense size of the creature itself. The pinchers opened slowly as I stared and I realized with dread that the length of the entire pinch was longer than I was.

That leads me to now with my running for my life into one of the various caves on the island.

I don’t know how long I had been running for but I knew it hadn’t been for long enough when I tripped on an exposed barnacle and I was sent face first into the sandy floor. I tried scrambling up to make up for tripping, my fingers digging into the sand around me, trying to find my foot once more.

“Wait! Please…”

I froze, my eyes going wide at the voice.

“I won’t hurt you, please, I want to help.”

I turned and saw the creature slowly approach, claws up in the air. I yelped and scooted back as far as I could, my back against the damp cave walls, my arms hugging my knees u close to my chest.

As I sat deathly still, I could now see the creature in all its glory.

From first glance, it looked like a crab and human hybrid. The crab part of its body was huge, almost the size of a car, not including the legs. The legs themselves were long and bent upward and strong and spiked. However, hat made my heard spin was where the two little eyes were supposed to be at the top front of the base of the body, a strong human torso was instead. However, instead of a set of regular human arms, it had a lower set of what looked like longer skinnier arms that looked like its legs with more of a bent and smaller spikes and another set of on top, these ones being the huge pinchers I had seen on the beach prior to me running for my life. One claw was a little bit bigger than they other but needless to say they both looked strong and deadly.

The crab part of his body was an off-maroon color and the human part was a dark tanned with the maroon mixed in. On closer inspection, I could only assume it was a male from the strongly featured face, heavy brow line and strapping physique. His hair was a dirty blond and it was tied into a half up into a bun with a piece of rope while the rest hung around his shoulder in tousled beachy waves.

If I wasn’t terrified out of my mind, I would have found him handsome.

It then began to dawn on me that he hadn’t tried to hurt me yet, or even come close to my huddled form. His claws, which sent my heart sputtering out of control, were still held up and it took me second it was like a human being holding there hands up to show that they meant to harm.

I slowly let got of my legs and his lips twitched upward into a friendly and hopeful smile.

“How are you doing? I was worried about you. I had been watching over you on that beach for a little while and you didn’t move.”

He had a sort of Australian accent which I found to be completely adorable, despite his monstrous appearance.

I nodded slowly, and then opened my mouth to speak and found my throat to be dangerously dry. I coughed and winced and the feeling and sound it made, and his eyes got wide before he looked around and retrieved a shell from the ground. This one was a little bit bigger than my hand. He held it up to the wall next to him and I watched as he filled it with water from the down ward trickling stream.

“This is rain water that leaks down through the rocks. It is fresh, don’t worry.” He explained before delicately holding the shell down to me, his pinchers holding it gently. I slowly stood up and my eyes got wide as I realized how much he towered over me even with me standing.

I reached out, my hand brushing against the pinchers briefly and I marveled at how hard and smooth it was. I took the shell in both hands before lifting it up to my lips and taking a large sip, relishing in the feeling of fresh water running down my throat.

“Thank you.” I breathed softly and he beamed, shifting his crab legs around in the sand in mild excitement.

“How did you get here? I have never seen human boats come even close to this island before.”

I swallowed a bit more water before answering.

“I was on a boat, but we got caught by a storm and I got swept off into sea.” I bit my lip at the memory, my eyes beginning to water again and his face fell. He approached me slowly, the smaller of his pinchers cautiously reaching for my face. I sucked in a breath as he gently slid the curve of his pincher down my face, capturing a single tear that had escaped from my eye.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay. You’re safe and I won’t let anything happen to you. I have plenty of wood here for a fire signal and I can find you food to eat. Hopefully you don’t like crab legs.” I giggled through my tears at his joke and he smiled.

“Do you have a name, love?” He asked and I told him, sniffling my tears away as I stared up into his warm dark brown eyes.

“Nice to meet you, my name is Blaise.”

It was funny to me that his presence went from horrifying to comforting in a little bit of time. Even more so as he scooped me up so I was no perched in the crook of his massive arm, my legs sandwiched between his bicep and his larger pincher as sat on his shoulder and my hands gripping his broad shoulders tightly for balance. I felt and probably looked tiny compared to him.

“Let’s not waste any more time and light that fire signal and get you sent on your merry way.” He boomed and I laughed as he turned and made his way out of the cave, his movement surprising quick and graceful, even if he did walk sideways a little. I did pick up on a saddened tone in his voice though and I found myself sad that the signaling of other boats would happen so quickly.

I mean I was technically on a vacation of sorts, so why not spend a little bit of it on a tropical island with a gentle crab monster.

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Original crab monster post/headcanon ask is here if anyone’s curious about the ask that prompted them to write this and send it in!  

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Rise of the Believers Weekly Newsletter #5

So a very very overdue update but one nonetheless~ Hopefully everyone has been doing well! So what has been going on with us at  Rise of the Believers RP??

The Masquerade has drawn to a close, but mysterious whisperings of something stirrings has touched the ears of a couple Guardians and Immortals.  When Halloween came, Pitch did not sit back waiting and attacked various areas with his Anti-Guardians and Nightmares.  Luckily the Guardians took little time to fight back with some Immortals also joining in the battle. So far the Guardians have taken hold of four victories, but several battles have yet to be settled including the attacks against Santoff Claussen and The Lunar Lamadary.  Will the Anti-Guardians win a battle or succeed in turning a child into a fearling? What will Emily Jane have to say about these attacks on Children? 

Celebrating 3 Years~!

A little late, but Rise of the Believers recently celebrated 3 years of being an active site! Established on October 14, 2014- Rise of the Believers has continued to grow and develop while seeing numerous interesting and fascinating characters cross the threshold and into our world. We cannot wait to see what the future has in store! So thank you members, storytellers, and all~ 

AC Starts From December 2nd

The Activity Check will be back soon! So, save your peeps by posting in the AC thread before it is gone. For non-ROTG/GOC characters all you need is 1 post from the previous month (November) but for ROTG/GOC Characters you will need two! Just post the proof or a proof of absence and all will be well <3 Activity Check will run from: 12/02/17 - 012/09/17.

ICC Closing Soon

After two back to back months of ICC we will be seeing them come to a close! Oh my~ Make sure to get in all the ICC goodness before December 17!! Currently the Autumn ICC is located in Japan! So go and experience the pleasures of a traditional Ryokan and Hot Springs. 

Introducing Author Studios

Want to write all about the headcanons of your characters? Have pintrest or moodboard you are dying to share? Author Studios are here for you to do just that~!  Just post here to get your very own Author Studio. You can also create a collaborative one for ships and other writer/character pairings! 

Rise of the Guardians/Guardians of Childhood Canon Characters*

Sandy (Sandman): Sanderson McSnoozie aka the Guardian of Dreams. While he may be a man of few vocalwords, Sandy still has a lot to add and do in our current timeline. With helping all the new Guardians joining settle down; or bringing good dreams to the children who are being preyed upon by the armies of the Nightmare King- we are sure Sandy is quite the busy guy. Well hopefully he can still make time for meeting our Emily Jane! Currently no one has picked him up but we are hoping to see him come soon. *About RotG/GoC Canon Characters on Site: While we have a 1 post a month Activity requirement for all characters, we ask that any players of the RotG/GoC Canon Characters to make 2 posts per month. Still not a bunch, but just something we wanted to give a heads up about <3

OC/Other Canon Characters

We also have a couple of Original Character Wanted Ads, you may occasionally see us advertise them on this very tumblr!

The Blue Fairy:  The (mildly vain) younger sister of the Fairy Godmother, Blue is an elemental & wishing fairy. She is a guider of children through the choices and trials of life and becoming adults, steering them towards good decisions and providing a firm but fair punishment of poor decisions that are harmful to themselves or others, be that harm physical, mental, or emotional. Her Face Claim is semi-open with our requester mentioning Julia Lockser as a possibility. Odile Roth: Odile is Odette's twin sister and compliments her more than she opposes her. She's the sort of person that is constantly pulling her sister back down to Earth. That being said, she's also the sort of young woman who isn't afraid to break a few rules to have fun. Mirroring the Swan Princess/Swan Lake fairytale, our lovely player Kat is looking for someone to pick this lovely lady up! Preferred FC is Olivia Holt. Preferred Center is Realism. Nimue Tamesis: The youngest of the three Ladies of the Lake, after being trapped in a long slumber she awoke to find her sisters had moved on in their own immortal lives. Angry and scared she turned to the Anti-Guardians and now helps them to spread fear and doubt in the world. This Arthurian Legend character was requested by Lady Archive. While she has an active NPC app, players who pick up the character are free to expand on Nimue as they please. Preferred FC is Ruby O'Leary. Preferred Center is Doubt.

Captain Hook: The fearsome, yet not entirely unheroic Captain Hook is the well known, fictional captain of the Jolly Roger. However, despite the immortal's reputation there is a great amount that is unknown amount him. What is the story of the well known adult who swore revenge against the eternal child, Peter Pan? Well....that’s up for you to decide. This Wanted Ad is mostly open with the requester Momo only having one preference which is the face claim for our dear old Captain Hook- Jason Isaacs.

Rise of the Believers would like to welcome several new characters~!

Nicholas St. North:

Just in time for the holidays~the Guardian of Wonder! Santa Claus also known as North is here! While often busy, North has been keeping on his toes about the Guardian/Anti-Guardian war at hand. Played by Lorisa.

Yi Wuxing/The Unmaker:

Yi lives up to his title as the Unmaker, an expert in torture and only interested in his own amusement any who meet him had best be wary.  That is unless they want to do business with him. Played by Shade. 

L'Ancian Mor-Illetor

A scholar through and through L'Ancian seeks a life safe from the Nightmare Forces that drove her from Capricorn while still striving to understand Earth and its inhabitants.  Played by Lorisa

Ariah Eran

Ariah has led quite the exciting life doing everything from sailing the seas of Asia to composing for the crowned heads of Europe but even Celestials have complicated pasts and hers is likely to be crossing her path sooner or later. Played by Danibugg

Oscar

Oscar is more likely to be described as a teddy bear than a wolf, having gained immortality he is quite happy to go about helping and protecting others asking for nothing in return. Though he certainly wouldn't say no to a good belly rub. Played by  Moulder.

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A discarded Cyborg girl who was just recently found by Antares. With no memory of her past, and a wish to be more human only time will tell with what sort of future she will have. Played by Alivi

Deirdre Madden

Kept almost prisoner in her childhood home by an overprotective father. Now she is older, and she finally has some sort of foothold in the world. Deirdre has now been making strides to become a police officer- how will she react if she catches wind of the magical war? Played by Lunar Sheut

Born with no name, this child was troubled from the start. He lives life looking out for #1 and no one else; he sees no issues taking from others, even the sick and the lame. Where it gets complicated is the Pharaoh’s sheut that has occupied that missing part of his soul; Pharaoh wants to punish the unjust, while the boy just wants to live. Which will prevail, in the end?

Elias Ainsworth

Adapted from Mahoutsukai no Yome, Elias is an Ancient One charged with protecting Tír na nÓg’s magic. While once a fae- he has cast off such things as he himself elevated. And he pays little heed to the conflict between Seelie and Unseelie. Of course that isn’t to say they won’t try to drag him in anyways. Played by Shade. Hati

Hati Hróðvitnisson, brother of Skoll and a warg/wolf who chases the moon. Eventually he might be able to devour it during Ragnarok. Brutal, and savage- this is one creature you don’t want to mess with. Played by Reed. Rauvelore ap Ievos The Obsidian King and ruler of the Unseelie. Distant, it is hard to get a read on who he is, but if there is anything for sure- Rauvelore is smart. He is a master tactician, and powerful mage. With a closed past, and a hatred for the Vibrant Queen and the Seelie driving him we can only wonder what he will do. Played by Leto. Katala

A young Sylvari who is only two years old! Born of the Mother Tree, he is inquisitive to the nature of humans and the world of magic that surrounds him. But, as he is so young, he is easily influenced; we may only hope that the right sorts guide him through his quest for knowledge.

While it’s been busy, we are sure there is only just more and more to come! If you are interested in joining us just pay us a visit at: http://riseofthebelievers.jcink.net/

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