Some small and irrelevant headcanons about the jungle cat tribe ( 3 / ?? )

Charles really loves iguanas. There have been times when he’s been sunbathing and ended up with one treating him as a sun rock so he’s refused to move.

Jack has learned not to shoo the iguanas, and accept when Charles has been ‘chosen’ because more often than not, shooing the iguana results in unwelcome scratches on an already easy to anger triangle, and a disrupted nap.

One time an iguana walked over Anne’s hat and she seemed unable to deal with it so Charles picked up the lizard and put it on his head. He then handed her the hat, and the look was so bizarre and silly whatever slipped inside her resettled itself and she busted a gut laughing.

Since then, she has had little issues with lizards and has been known to plop them on Charles’ shoulders, lap, and indeed – head – should she happen to come across one when he seems to need cheering up, or she just notices it seems placid.

Whenever the little buddies are passed over to him, Charles inevitably ends up scooping it in his arms at some point and cradling the lazy lizard while he goes about his business.

Some small and irrelevant headcanons about the jungle cat tribe ( 2 / ?? )

Charles has, on multiple occasions, tried to bring cheetahs aboard the Ranger with the logic that cats hunt rats on ships. This looks like a cat. One big cat could do all the work of twenty small ones. Here’s how that generally goes down:

“……Charles.”
“?”
“Why is there a cheetah.” ( Jack has a magical ability to make a question sound like a statement at this point )
“A what?”
“Big. Cat. Sitting by the stern.”
“Oh.” Shrug. “Solves the rat problem doesn’t it?”
“…….”
Anne, in the distance, quietly laughing into her hat.

Generally speaking, Jack manages to get the big kitties off the ship before disasters strike, but it won’t stop Charles from forgetting and trying again another time.

Some small and irrelevant headcanons about the jungle cat tribe ( 1 / ?? )

  • Whenever there is a braid in Charles’ hair, it means he spent some time with Anne. It’s something she does to distract him or herself, and sometimes she does it for literally no other reason than to play with his hair.

  • Anne is super fucking gross in regard to this headcanon – she won’t touch it, but she loves watching and will point out spots for Jack during ‘the process’ and get excited and grossed out simultaneously at the sound.

  • Sometimes Anne will steal items from Jack’s wardrobe just because. Most notably his lesbian goggles sunglasses. One time she put them on Charles while he was sleeping, and he woke up groggy and confused, then bolted up and swatted them off in alarm like a cat that woke up and realized it had on a tiny hat.

  • There are times when they just doggy pile. Flopping down together in a strangely graceful tangle of limbs and relaxing in the sun or the shade, each one perfectly at ease and yet ready to shift into action at the nearest sign of trouble.

  • Anne is ticklish at the small of her back and just behind her neck. Jack’s sides are ruination, and Charles only gets wriggly if you get his stomach just right.


http://oceanfoamed.tumblr.com/post/175858204041/audio_player_iframe/oceanfoamed/tumblr_o7ftp1vaiR1uo218j?audio_file=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Foceanfoamed%2F175858204041%2Ftumblr_o7ftp1vaiR1uo218j

dimplesflint:

I think I have a better idea for the consort than the one we discussed.
Another crew for you to captain?
No, different captain. Comes with his own crew.
Really? Who?
Charles Vane.

For @candlewinds (❁´◡`❁)

This is a super small headcanon but, he looks just like his mother were it not for his father’s eyes – he has her facial structure and her same thick wavy hair. Without facial hair, he resembles her strikingly.

His father was a redhead with striking blue eyes and incredible girth that he is literally not built to carry — that said, his half brother also turned out much smaller than their father, though he is blonde and carries bright green eyes like his mother. 

Also in tying with the supernatural – growing up, prior to being brought to England – Jandro was raised among the Protestants ( who would later support independence from France, though those particular politics are not at play here ) and followed Protestant practices and beliefs. 

There were other influences in his upbringing that were more superstitious by nature, coming to him through his mother’s servants. He held a healthy respect for spirit and supernatural phenomenon, and believed in heeding omens – these aspects of him were never wholly beaten away, as they were privately held notions that held little impact on his overall responses and behaviours. 

The Hope household was also Protestant, though in the breaking of his person, Jandro also lost his faith in prayer and hope in salvation and in fact, began to believe that he was already in Hell and that any salvation left to be found would only be granted at the mercy of those who held him. Eventually he felt he had obtained that mercy and perhaps if he worked hard enough he could begin to claw his way from his Hell into a new life.

By the time he was to be granted the name John Silver, belief in God and the afterlife had been torn away entirely. He could not believe this to be Hell – but nor could he believe in a God that would allow his mother and the good people around her to be slaughtered, and himself to be dragged into so cruel a crucible by men and women who claimed to hold the same faiths, the same beliefs, and maintain the idea that they were somehow more worthy of salvation than those they tormented and destroyed.

The one thing that did not falter though, was his belief in ghosts, demons, and other supernatural entities that could affect the living. Nor was he wholly shaken of superstitious teachings he had grown up with. So though he lacks faith, he is not without a sense that there is more to the world than what is wholly tangible. 

Despite losing his faith though, he does at times utilize his knowledge of religion to manipulate others and to stir attention and frenzy, for he knows there is nothing more powerful and zealous than a man who believes himself to be right – and no man more convinced he is right than a righteous one. 

Prior to becoming a pirate, Gates served in the Navy as a Master Gunner – though he also played a secondary role that was utilized more frequently. A notorious crack shot, Gates was often placed in the crows nest to take aim at specific targets on enemy ships. It would be this particular skill that would ultimately put an end to a steady and rising career track. 

Known as he was for being such an impeccable shot, Gates was challenged to a duel rather conveniently after he had received a grievous head injury. As the failure to accept would have resulted in catastrophic effects on not only his career, but the career of his captain, he declared himself fit enough and went to the disclosed meet up.

It was there, that in his attempt to keep from killing the upstart young lord, that Gates made a fatal error in judgement. His shot went true on account of perception disruption – had he aimed what he believed to be properly, the fellow might have in fact been spared. By canting to miss, he ended up shooting the man directly in the throat.

The consequence of this action was certain execution, and Gates was forced to flee immediately. He managed to sequester passage on board a merchant ship – and has not looked back on England since. His capabilities as a marksman did not wane however, as the damage wore off – it would not be until arthritis set into his hands and a dimness took to his eyes that Gates would go from being a crack shooter, to a simple, steady shot.

In the interest of totally unnecessary and actually rather gross headcanons, part of the reason Charles has such an affinity for iguanas is because he feels a connection to them when it comes to the shedding of skin. 

Generally speaking, Charles gets a wickedly rough sunburn when the weather returns to the searing heats he is used to – and after a bit is capable of peeling his skin in relatively large strips to reveal new and comfortably tanned skin beneath. It’s disgusting – but the person who hates this most is Jack, seeing as he’s the one who has to strip off the back. 

This tan will hold Charles and he will steadily grow darker as the summer progresses. He likely only has to peel once or twice more throughout the hot months depending on how much exposure he gets on scorching days, with his tan deepening each time, leaving him a fairly nut brown by the end of autumn. 

The reason Silver so frequently resorts to supernatural elements when thinking about Flint and his capacities stems from the fact that he has never had a reason to doubt his own materialistic intentions and desires, but it was Flint who made him value the insubstantial.

Flint was the one to manipulate Sliver to more emotion focused desires, and by his understanding of reality – nobody and nothing human ought to be able to shift another man’s entire life designs so fucking effortlessly. It took years and an entire team of abusers and educators for him to be broken down and remade in the image of Christopher John Hope – so how in the fuck could a single man make so drastic a change so subtly that the victim themself doesn’t even know how much they have changed until it is too late to turn back?  

It is easier to think that something supernatural did it. Easier, to blame a legend for the change than to accept a man had that much power to influence him at all, especially when becoming John Silver in the first place was one of his first acts of agency since Jandro was shattered in the crucible of English assimilation and molded into Christopher. 

It is also why he doesn’t want Flint to know him – why he is terrified to grant that man a window into Christopher and paralyzed by the idea of opening the doors to Jandro. He was able to mold so much, with nothing in his hands that Silver is fucking terrified of what Flint could transform him into with anything more substantial.

Flint has the power to change Silver, while Silver’s only power has been in distracting Flint. Where Silver manipulates the man with motivations he already has, Flint instills motivations that have never before mattered – and that is indeed a terrifying power – so it is no wonder, really, that Silver looks to the ethereal to excuse it. It is straight up less scary that way