rise of the guardians headcanon

CONCEPT: North’s wife sees Jack and she’s like “what the hell? why is this boy bare foot? who the hell are you? when was the last time you brushed your hair? you’re wasting away, what have you been eating? you’re freezing cold, where are you even sleeping!?” and Jack is like “uh, in trees” and she goes into Mama Bear mode and starts shouting at North for letting Jack be homeless and not telling her about him and she storms off and no one sees her for the rest of the day. And she comes back with a knit sweater and pants and shoes for Jack and a thermos full of soup and she makes Jack sleep in the Pole and every time he’s about to leave, she makes him put on a hat and scarf and mittens because he might be Jack Frost but dammit, he can still catch cold and Jack won’t admit it, but he likes it and his sweater has a giant snowflake knit on the front of it and the sleeves are long enough that he does the little arm slap thing to piss Bunny off. And Jack is secretly happy that he has someone that so openly cares about him.

I like to imagine that many guardians, as children, dream of having a big, flashy charge when they grow up, a great king or a hero or a revolutionary, someone so big and loud that their names will go down in song and history just for being near to them.

But most charges aren’t so big. There are many worthy things in the world, many worthy people, but not all of them are going to shake the world hard enough to register, and it’s said the greatest of guardians are never remembered for their efforts, their protection so stalwart and effective that their charges never even dreamt of real strife. A quiet life, with a safe and happy charge, is the ideal. But it’s not romantic. There are no lasting stories about the quiet guardian and their boring charge.

And I imagine that really, really chafes some guardians. It’s hard to swallow your own dreams and ambitions for someone else, and as I see it, you don’t really choose your charge. A guardian who spent their whole life dreaming and training and eagerly working for the day they would become warden to someone who’d put a notch in history, finding themselves bound to someone who is stiflingly dull, or something that, very clearly, will not make history, is bound to be more than a little crushed.

These are a guardian’s growing pains, real adulthood is understanding that duty is duty even when it’s not in line with your own desires. Most guardians grow out of it, they do their job, they learn to take pride in their work, even if it’s less glamorous than the stories promised. Some though, start to go sour, start to curdle inside, until their own dreams and ambitions engulf their duty. Some simply run off, assign themselves to a charge they feel is more fitting than the one assigned by fate. These rarely end well- you cannot be servant to two masters, and the call towards their true charge never stops. But once in a while, the guardian starts to turn against their charge, sabotaging them in small ways, manipulating them, trying to force them into being the charge they dreamed of, maybe even convincing themselves that the trials and hardships they put their charge through are the same as protecting them- they’re making them stronger, better, more than they were before, making them Truly Worthy. Such dynamics tend to escalate until one or both of them is destroyed.

Humility is the most cherished trait in guardian society- it has to be, for a race that obsessively puts other things and creatures ahead of themselves, pride is the most dangerous of all poisons.

“Look at what we can do” 

I just wanna get this off my chest here so 

When Pitch said “Look at what we can do” and pointed to that massive ice sculpture, the first thought in my head was: “Ok… but… wtf is that” 

That ice sculpture looks like something Jack could do if he had tons of more power, if not do better. So I started to think and kinda realized the potential of what Jack and Pitch’s powers combined could lead to. 

Jack’s power is ice, and Pitch’s “power” is nightmare sand. Nightmare sand is easily dispersible, and easily changed into dreamland, but with ice, it gives the sand a protected coating; so it can be transformed into something else very easily, and it will surely take more than one hit to destroy it. 

On the other hand, ice melts. Nightmare sand is basically shredded rocks that can’t be melted until 1200 degrees C / 2192 degrees F, so perhaps the nightmare sand protects the ice from completely melting away so easily? 

When I thought of it that way, it makes way more sense as to how impressive the potential between Jack and Pitch’s powers are. 

The ice and sand sustain each other, keeping a tight bond, and become almost indestructible. If my head canon actually is a canon, then that ice sculpture will never melt and probably stay in Antarctica for all eternity 

just a thought 

Rise of the Guardians Head Canon #3

There are people who are allies to the guardians.  Mortal men and women who never really stopped believing as they grew up and work to help keep hope, wonder and belief alive in children(and adults) via far more mundane means.

  • William Joyce
  • Jim Henson
  • Walt Disney
  • John Lasseter
  • J.K. Rowling
  • Jeffrey Katzenberg
  • Michael Scott
  • Eoin Colfer
  • Dr. Seuss
  • Suza Scalora
  • Rick Riordan
  • Dan Aykroyd
  • Robert and Richard Sherman
  • Terry Pratchett
  • Neil Gaiman

New headcanon accepted: Jamie is a descendant of Jack’s sister. She kept little portraits/paintings of him around the house even when she was an old woman, and they just kind of got passed down through the generations. Jamie sees them in the attic when he’s gathering his stuff to move out (whether it’s going to college or getting his own place or whatever). Then he’s like to Jack “yoooooooo” and Jack’s like “YOOOOOO” and then Jamie’s like “ayyyyyy”

Jack Frost and BabyTooth Headcanon

I’m not sure who said this first, but I know at least one person made a one-shot where BabyTooth changed to look more like Jack because he named her because there is power in names. My thought is that she already DID change. What if she had purple eyes like the rest of her siblings, and she gained the blue eye to match Jack after he named her? That’s my thought on the matter at least. Not sure if anyone else actually said that, but tis a headcanon I wanted to share.

Headcanon

The reason Sandman doesn’t talks is because his voice has the power to wake random children up in the middle of the night, interrupting their dreams. And knowing Sandy by the kind Guardian he is, he sure hates when he knows he woke someone up from their delightful dreams! This same happens when he coughs, sneezes, or laughs.

So if you wake up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason, Sandy probably said something (or sneezed or coughed or laughed~).

That, or maybe you had Pitch staring deeply at you while you were sleeping.

(?)

Guardian Headcanon

They literally tell gender by beard/no beard, so if they ever met a human they’d get really hella confused.

“What do you mean she is male!? She has no beard???”

“What do you mean you humans cut the hair off your face–and still insist on not being female?? Is there something WRONG with femaleness? Why do you take offense when you make your intentions so apparent?”

Also they’re a lot more chill with gender fluidity and basically just use he/she to indicate beardedness. So like a “male” guardian could cut off their beard and they’d just be “she” until it grew back.

That also means all hatchlings are “she” until beards grow in. Female is seen as default.

It seems like all headcanons about Pitch Black are mostly very sad, here’s another one.
Pitch doesn’t like to sleep, he prefers not to sleep at all until he can’t even stand from exhaustion. It never brings him peace, only disturbs the grief buried deep inside, because at nights his very own black magic turns against himself and causes the worst nightmares that no living being can endure.And usually when Pitch wakes up there’re claw marks everywhere around him and a thin layer of darkness, frosted by the freezing coldness of his heart, covering everything. Sometimes the shadows winds around his hands and binds him to something, because The nightmares are so torturous that Pitch attempts to tear out his heart. Once the Nightmare King woken up with a gaping bleeding hole in his chest, the rib cage was almost cracked open.
Ironical it is…

The First Guardians

Okay you people got me thinking about this. This is your fault in particular @charlieplaysflightrising.

See also, The First Light Dragons

After the shattering of the pillar, when Tidelord first began peering into the future, he glimpsed a possible reality in which his siblings and their warring would eventually destroy all that is. Horrified by the prospect of global destruction, he made three sentinels, the first guardians. They were great beasts, massive and powerful, and to each, he gave a charge. 

He turned to the first and said to Them, “I charge you with all that live. Every insect, plant, and animal is yours to keep safe. Insure that they all live to their fullest and that no harm comes to them.” and she went.

He turned to the next and said to Them, “I charge to you, the world. Every stone, every cloud, and every drop of water is yours to protect. Insure that the foundations of the planet are secure and that no harm comes to them.”and he went.

Lastly he turned to the third and said to Them, “I charge you with all else. Insure that the thoughts and ideas of the world remain pure. Guard every floating wisp of magic and every budding innovation. Your charge is the greatest of any. Guard the souls of the world.” and she went.

Tidelord rested easy for what may have been the first and last time, knowing that should the other gods war again, his sentinels would insure the safety of the world, and time went on.

But each of the sentinels in turn went out into the world and saw the vastness of their tasks, and each in turn returned to the Tidelord. The foundations of the earth ran far too deep and the life that thrived upon it was far to large and that life bore far too many ideals and far too much magic. It was all overwhelming for them. There was too much for only the three of them to protect, no matter how powerful they were. And with every passing moment their charges were dying. There was nothing they alone could do.

So Tidelord, in his wisdom, crafted a solution. Why have three great sentinels when there could be millions of guardians. So he broke each of his sentinels in two. One male and one female.

He turned to the first pair and said, “You and your descendants shall protect all that live. Seek out some worthy bit of life and hold it dear to you. Insure no harm comes to it, and bid your children do the same.”

To the next pair he said, “You and your descendants shall guard the foundations of the earth. Keep all that holds our world together safe. Every stone and every cloud and ever drop of water and bid your children do the same.”

Finally he turned to the last couple, “You and your descendants shall protect all else. The worlds ideals are yours to guard and watch over. Each of you and each of your offspring pick a part of the world and hold it dear.”

“Now go.”

With those words, the first six guardian dragons went into the world and chose their charges.

RotG headcanon: Silent Screams

Have you ever been struck by sudden pain in your ears, despite there being no apparent loud sounds that cause the pain? You can’t put your finger on why your ears hurt, and why so sudden.

That is because your body still reacts to the sounds you cannot hear, namely, the voices of spirits you do not believe in. 

When a spirit screams or yells, and humans who do not believe in them are nearby, they cannot hear their screams, yet their ears react to the sounds, causing the pain.

Which means if you suddenly get struck by pain in your ears, perhaps you could yell “Shut up, my ears hurt!”, and the spirit will be kind enough to stop screaming… or perhaps not.

In the origin of Jack’s immortal life, he did everything he could to try catch the humans attention, desperate to become one of them, being able to live among them, and be seen. That some day, he would not be invisible, and walked through like thin air. So of course, a few times he tried screaming in crowded areas. If he’s just… loud enough, the must be any reaction, right? And Jack did get a reaction, but not what he wanted, as he saw some clasping their ears, and complaining to others around them about the pain… but still, no response to his existence.

To other spirits, the screams are loud and clear, but to humans they are silent.