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[themagickingdomrp]

Robin Hood (Formerly Known as Robert Huntington) ▪ 22 ▪ Cis Male ▪ He/Him/His ▪ Kim Mingyu ▪ Rebellion/Merrymen ▪ Open

Triggers: Poverty, Fire, Death

→ Past 

Robin Hood was born as Robert Huntington to an impoverished family with a small plot of land. It was all that had survived through years of selfish royals and scraping to get by. There was not much to tend to and it bore little food, so their primary way of living was through the pottery his parents sold. Then they died and left him to fend for himself. Prince John took the land, claiming it was for the king, tossing Robert to the cold. He bounced around, staying in abandoned sheds and sneaking into people’s barns before they chased him away. While on the verge of starvation, he stole his first bit of bread. That was when his problems with the law began. He stole from the rich to give to himself; whenever he was caught, he gave the name of “Robin Hood” a common alias for thieves in the area. Soon, it became his name and he forgot who he used to be. As Robin got older, he amassed a group of followers and they lived in the forest, homeless but together. It was the first time Robin felt any sort of affection from anyone. No one had looked out for him since his parents died, but at least he had the Merrymen. After they got a handle on thieving, they began to turn to more altruistic pursuits and started to distribute their riches to the people. It was during one of those trips into town that he met Maid Marian and began to fawn over the unattainable woman. He never expected her to love him back, but she did. It didn’t matter that she was Prince John’s ward or anything else for that matter; he was determined to marry her someday. So, after one final trick on the Prince, she ran off with him into Sherwood Forest. 

→ Present 

After King Richard returned and struck a deal with Robin, he was pardoned and Robin was allowed to marry the woman he loved. They were happy living in a small cottage within the forest, enjoying a simple life away from royalty. He stopped stealing and continued his old family trade. Marian usually came with him into town to sell his pots, but that day she was feeling a bit under the weather. So, she stayed home. Robin returned to find the cottage in flames and the Merrymen attempting to douse the fire. It was in vain. Marian did not make it and Robin was homeless once more. He knew Prince John had caused the fire, but King Richard refused to execute a royal, no matter the crime and especially without evidence. Realizing the king was just as bad as the prince, Robin took to stealing again, this time in no one’s name but his own. After word of his antics spread, Robin was recruited by the rebellion. He agreed to join them, though he felt little more than numb. Still, doing good deeds helped distract him. Maybe he didn’t need anything aside from his Merrymen. At least, that was what he told himself before he met them. They make the darkness go away and he can't let that go.

[thriftstoresisyphus]

The Merrymen, "Sun Living"

[lacefuneral]

i'm gonna throw up this song is so cute.

"in his ship he named revenge, with blackbeard as a friend"

[curryvillain]

OLDIES SUNDAY (Christmas): The MerryMen - Drink A Rum (1974)

It’s December, and that means it’s Christmas time! No matter what has been happening in the year, we all look forward to this holiday season. With the holidays come time off for the schoolers, and for the older crowd it’s party time in every way, or an extra payday. For today’s Oldies Sunday selection, we head over to Barbados, who just celebrated their Independence Day, to check out The…

[snakiest]

Nuh uh

[soniabigcheese]

The Merrymen - Feeling Hot Hot Hot

The UK right now

[batmanfruitloops]

Medieval version of our Joker, ain't he cute?

Within the medieval version of our au, the Joker is the Dark Knight's companion of nightly justice, and during the day, the personal jester of King Bruce.

Since the early tragedy of Bruce losing his parents, he studied and trained hard to be ready to become king, his trusty advisor Alfred Pennyworth by his side to help.

With a traveling band of jesters, merrymen, and freaks, all under the enslavement "employment" of a Hugo Strange.

Pennyworth noticed that one specific jester seemed to catch Bruce's eye, cracking an actual smile instead of the fake one he always plastered on, and so, for Bruce's good health, Pennyworth hired the man to be King Bruce's personal jester instead of hitting the road once more.

POV the jester calls you baby girl

(also just my favorite genre of shameless public flirting - when people aren't sure how serious the feels are)

Just a handful of sketches that I did to get a feel for Joker's medieval mischief, as well as Riddler, since Joker would want to pet him so badly-

More sketches of Ed and also Jo! I wanted to do my best to draw Fluffy's designs,

- Sarsee

[hannahhook7744]

Hugo Madrigal Prepon Headcanons;

His full name is Hugo Jerónimo Madrigal Prepon.

He is 12 years old by d3.

He is the biological child of Ario Berra Ausentarse—he was abandoned in the donkey pen during a storm as a newborn and adopted by Camilo Madrigal and Yanamaria Earlene Maldonado Amaya (and later, Mina Preppon). 

He was found on Camilo's 30th birthday and now shares a birthday with him—meaning his birthday is considered to be on and celebrated on December 28th. 

He only considers Camilo and Mina his parents. 

Hugo is a student at Auradon Prep and Member of the School Newspaper, where he writes a column about the student pets. 

When he grows up he wants to be a wildlife conservationist or a zoologist when he grows up. Though if he could write books or magazines only about wildlife, he would. 

Hugo has been described as quiet, loyal, kind, socially awkward, cautious, friendly, sensitive, and well-behaved. But he can also be sneaky when needed, playful, hardworking, street smart, wild, cuddly, insecure, timid, occasionally inattentive, and a bit of an animal loving, flower child. 

He has the gift of Zoomorphosis. 

He's single and currently interested in romance. 

Hugo is friends with the were-people of Sherwood and Wonderland, like Bobby Hood and Chester—as well as Bug Boogie. 

He also has a pet toucan that Antonio gave him named ‘Bamboo’. 

Hugo is an avid bird watcher since he has a strange obsession with them. 

He owns a lot of bird themed Hawaiian shirts—the first one was a gag gift given to him by his brother, Carlos. 

Hugo has skin that is a bit darker than his father's with a reddish tint to it, big brown eyes, and short black hair that is curly, wavy, and very messy—as well as two moles above his mouth/around his lips that vaguely resembles a mustache. 

So messy in fact that his parents can't seem to get it straightened out no matter how hard they try. No gel works. Brushing it doesn't help. 

He loves being out and about unlike his younger brother, José, who is more of a homebody than he is. 

Hugo is well-behaved but a terrible student due to his short attention and lack of interest in most subjects. The only classes he is even remotely good at all involve animals in some way (like biology) except for math. 

He and his uncle, Antonio, are quite close with one another, Miranda (Pepa's cousin), and Ryder (Luisa's husband) due to their shared love of animals.

Between his parents, Hugo is closer to his mother, Mina. 

Between his grandparents, Hugo is closer to Félix because of how laid back he can be. 

Out of his siblings, he is the closest to Carlos (because of how close in age they are) and Sofia (who, like him, is quiet). 

He is a vegetarian for the most part.

His favorite food is Arroz con gandules.

His favorite drink is apple juice but he also just likes juice and milk in general.

His favorite snack is sunflower seeds. 

His favorite book is ‘Papagayo: The Mischief Maker’. 

His favorite holiday is Halloween.

His favorite teacher is the biology teacher, Abigail. 

His favorite school event is Spirit Day. 

His favorite business in Auradon is The Merrymen’s cafe.  

His favorite show was ‘Wharf Watch’ before it got cancelled. Now his favorite show is ‘Dog with a Blog’. 

His favorite class is Dragon Anatomy Class.

Hugo is a boy scout. 

He doesn’t have social media but he does have Auratube. His favorite video game would probably be swarm, if he had access to it. 

His favorite dessert is ‘Glowing Carmel with Fresh Cheese’.

His favorite candy is gummi snakes. 

His favorite band is the Donkey-ettes, because he prefers their genre over the other more popular bands in Auradon. 

His favorite song by the Donkey-ettes is ‘Gamble Of The Morning’ but he also rather likes ‘Daydreams For Sale’ and ‘The Donkey's brat’. 

Hugo, like his adoptive father, fully suspects that Giovanni is his half brother but doesn’t acknowledge because they’re already family—what should blood matter?

His favorite colors are salmon pink and canary yellow.

Hugo has autism and is selectively mute. 

Because he mostly gets along with all of his siblings and cousins, he usually has to play mediator between them. 

He knows a lot of animal facts—mostly about birds. 

As of now, he isn’t really interested in boys, girls, or other—-in any way other than platonically, really. He doesn’t really get the appeal. 

He doesn’t like being in large crowds—if they’re strangers. Funnily enough large crowds don’t bother him if it’s his family and their friends. 

His hobbies include bird watching, butterfly catching, feeding the animals, marine biology, zoology, writing, pet sitting, sand sculpting, animal drawing/painting, catch and release  fishing, catch and release hunting, Fútbol, occasional prank pulling, beekeeping, horseback riding, falconry, walking, jogging, flower picking, lock picking, improvised cooking, yoga, pottery, jigsaw puzzles, fruit/berry picking, entomology, knitting, crochet, miniature model making, reading, foraging,  and playing in the mud. 

Hugo considers six to be his lucky number.

Hugo is, funnily enough given his special interest in birds, is afraid of heights. He is also afraid of going to jail because once one of his cousins teased him telling him he would when they caught him trying to pick a lock. He also didn’t really like the dark as a kid but he grew out of it. 

He’s also claustrophobic though no one really knows why. 

The only cousin he doesn’t quite get on with all the time is Ligera, which is mainly due to the fact that she doesn’t like the fact he and Carlos also joined the school newspaper. He and Carlos don’t really mind sharing the hobby but Ligera didn’t like the fact they took ‘her thing’ (Hugo thinks it’s because she’s insecure about standing out only because her gift at school and because she wanted to stand out in the family but he hasn’t said anything because he doesn’t think it’s his business). 

His first word was ‘no’. Pepa had asked him if he wanted to play with the other kids on the playground—his answer threw her for a loop, lol. 

People often mistake him for Antonio's son because of how similar in personality they are and because of their closeness. 

Animals don't really scare him the way they do most people. Even as a baby they didn't. 

They did scare Camilo who would often find his son hugging a dangerous animal or holding an extremely venomous bug after leaving the kid alone for half a second, though.

He has a stuffed sulphur-crested cockatoo named ‘No’ that Mirabel made him shortly after he first joined the family. 

Mirabel also made him a canary yellow and salmon pink patterned quilt with sulphur-crested cockatoos and toucans on it. 

His earliest memory is of when he was about three or four, and it's a bit hazy—but he does know that he was crying in it because his blanket that he used to carry around with him religiously got ripped a bit when a couple of his cousins were roughhousing and accidentally dragged him into it. He doesn't remember much other than that. 

Thankfully Mirabel was avail to repair the blanket but it was never quite the same afterwards and Hugo is still a bit bigger about it because he doesn't think it's fair it got damaged when he rarely ever argues with his cousins or siblings.

Hugo has only uttered the words ‘I hate you!’ once in his life and he doesn't even remember doing it. He said it to his cousins, Rick and Miguel Jr, because they were the ones who got his blanket ripped. 

One time he got a concussion during dodgeball—Carlos still feels bad about it. 

Hugo has questioned his sanity more than once because of how rowdy his family can be. 

He bites his nails, bites his lips, and fidgets with the hem of his shirt when he's nervous.

He secretly thinks crayfish are creepy and doesn't like being around them.

Hugo is usually anxious/nervous to do things he isn't fully sure he's allowed to do without permission. That doesn't stop him from occasionally getting up to mischief.

Carlos and Hugo made a bet when they were five and six that they're STILL both trying to win. However they won't tell anyone what it is. 

He hates it when Carlos steals his food but that doesn't stop his brother.

He's passive while Carlos is more aggressive.

Hugo hates it whenever Carlos, Belinda, Leta,  and José ask him questions because usually when they do it's the weirdest, most impossible thing to answer or something that he won't be able to rest until it's answered.

That's usually how he gets dragged into mischief. 

He's banned from drinking most caffeinated drinks because one time he drank so many energy drinks, sodas, and cups of coffee that he woke up to find that he locked himself in a trunk in the attic. No one knows how he managed that. Except Carlos, who has pictures that he doesn't remember taking.

They've both agreed not to speak of it. 

He didn't learn his lesson the first time: he only learned that he should not drink too much caffeine after his second introduction to it. 

The newspaper club does not talk about it or how they found him asleep in a cage at the zoo. 

Camilo, Mina, and Carlos can always tell when an animal is actually Hugo in disguise. Hugo doesn't know how.

Hugo is rather average when it comes to how tidy he keeps things. He's not overly messy or overly clean. 

Hugo likes puppet shows (think shows like Elmo, the Muppets, and Welcome Home). 

He doesn't swear unless things are very serious. That's not to say that he doesn't know how to. He just thinks that Carlos swears and talks enough for the both of them. 

His door features a toucan with his head on it, his mouth twisted into a frown—eyes staring off into the distance. It always throws people for a loop when they see it. 

The floor in Hugo's room is a yellowish gold color and wooden while the walls are gray with a pattern of pink parrots, white teal winged and pink haired cockatoos, red Anemones, and toucans. 

His ceiling is the typical white popcorn ceiling, but it is also covered in colorful glow-in-the-dark butterflies. Dangling from the ceiling are handmade windchimes that's metal has been shaped into birds. 

There is a salmon pink flamingo shaped rug on the floor. 

His bed rests on the sidewall the entrance to his door is on—with his headboard facing the door. It's a twin bed with a capybara headboard and a pink and yellow pillow and blanket set with a snake pattern. 

Resting on the bed is his stuffed cockatoo, his baby blanket, and a full body flamingo  pillow that he was gifted by Antonio on his tenth birthday.

Beside his bed, near his headboard, is a light wooded nightstand a similar color to his floor with red Anemones & green and blue hummingbirds on it's drawer and sides. 

On top of the nightstand is a cockatoo shaped lamp and a picture of him, Carlos, Belinda, and Leta. 

Above his headboard is a Donkey-ettes poster. 

In another corner of his room is a side door to an enclosure for his pet Toucan, Bamboo. The door is toucan shaped. 

He has a single butterfly shaped window in his room. 

Across from his bed and under the windows is a capybara shaped /decorated desk where his notebooks, art supplies, holiday homework, and laptop are stored. The desk is one of those desks that has a hood. 

On top of his desk in the corners rests one of those toys that dances in the sunlight: it's a pair of four birds dancing together in beachwear.

Below the window and above the desk is a bookshelf holding the few books Hugo has and a snow globe with a jungle inside of it. 

There is an area in his room where he makes his sculptures and pottery (yes, he has a sand waterfall in that area). There's a small pond there too. 

On the wall left of his door is a wooden dresser that matches his floor with a pattern of paw prints, bird feathers, jaguars, and red Anemone flowers. 

On top of the dresser is a (badly made and very colorful) vase shaped like a jaguar with real Anemone flowers, a couple of animal figurines, and a picture frame holding a picture of him, Antonio, Miranda, Dayana, and Giovanni. 

There are a few other wall decorations, ranging from animal paintings he was gifted, a poster he made of Wharf Watch when he was seven, a few awards he's gotten, and some framed papers he's written.

Hugo also has a couple of other stuffed animals and figurines strewn across his room. 

The twelve year old absolutely adores his room and always has. The only room he likes even more than his own is Antonio's. 

When Hugo's gift acts up he finds it difficult to keep to one form (think the scene where Camilo is losing control of his gift but it's Hugo shapeshifting into different animals or some weird Frankenstein of different animal and human parts). 

His sinuses always give him trouble. 

When he's overwhelmed in his room, the birds in his room start making bird noises that get louder and louder until he's comforted.

Most of his Auradon Prep classmates keep forgetting he exists because he's so quiet. It annoys him when they try to get him to talk when he isn't feeling it and usually when that happens he'll hide with one of his siblings or cousins. Though he's also learned that he can hide with one of Dopey's children and the Smee Twins and it has the same affect (meaning people leave him the fuck alone because they'll just get stared down by multiple silent children who will refuse to speak to him).

[eunoiaastralwings]

Once Upon a Dance

featuring merryman!bucky x mysterious noble!reader

fandom mcu- what if medieval era

a/n for @buckys-metal-arm

warnings only fluff and before you read just know am dyslexic. also the reader lowkey became my oc again. . . oop

Bucky was in the village square with his fellow merrymen and Steve Rogers-Hood. They were having celebrations after another successful steal and distributed it among the poor.

The music and dancing made usual quiet village square lively and spectacular.

“Come on, Bucky! Dance!”

Scott Lang and his other fellow merrymen tries to encourage Bucky as they danced among the village square as Bucky stayed in one place – scowling with his arms crossed as he looked at the square.

He only like the actual action – the loud music and celebrations didn’t call to me.

He rather stays in the sidelines – sipping his beer quietly watching.

But as much a Bucky tried to ignore the dancing, the music, which makes him even grumpier and uncomfortable than usual – but his fellow Merryman did not give up and dragged him towards the crowd of dancers.

Steve and the others laugh – pulling him into the dance as they sang on top of their lungs. He was now forced to dance.

The music, the noise, the crowd, he was so done with that. The other Merrymen tried to cheer him on – as they danced around him, in a circle.

He grumbles under his breath – letting out a sigh and it only got worse as the town decided to dance to the traditions and given with partners to dance with.

Bucky was now forced to find a partner. He didn't like this at all. It made him more uncomfortable as everyone danced around him with their partners.

He tried to stay isolated – but it didn't seem to work with his fellow merrymen determined to bring him into the fun of dancing.

Bucky was about to slip away again when suddenly – you – a female with pretty hair that was tied with a light blue ribbon that matched your white and light blue dress was suddenly caught in his hands.

Your exquisite dress and its intricate designs suggesting you were no village born woman – but of the nobility and Bucky was never too fold of the nobility.

Your eyes were wide as you looked into his blue eyes – as you appeared to be flushed and slightly out of breath.

Bucky’s eyes widened – but not in a good way. The only thing you managed to do was further irritate him. You were beautiful –  yes, but he had no interest in dancing with you, especially considering you were of the nobility.

“Let go of me!”

Bucky tried to pull your hands off him and back away from you – but his fellow Merrymen were having a good time laughing and watching him trying dance with you.

“No – please! Just a moment!”

You were practically begging – your eyes moving around frantically around the crowds as if trying to hide among him and the others within the dance.

Bucky looked at you – your desperate eyes – and wondered, what made you so desperate?

You looked like you were trying to avoid the attention and sights of someone.

“Just one dance! Just – lead me to the other side and I’ll be out of your hair!”

You said – then your eyes cast down noticing the feel of his hands.

One arm was flesh, the other metal.

He narrowed his blue eyes once again, as he raised an eyebrow at you.

Your words intrigued him.

“Fine – just one dance.”

He said – as some of his fellow merrymen gave a surprised look seeing him talking to you.

Perhaps there was something about you. . .

At his words – you sighed in relief and looked at him gratefully.

As he started to lead you out of the dancing crowd -the music started to sound to his ears, making him want to cringe. He looked at you but said nothing – suddenly your eyes and how you weren’t so bothered by his metal like others usually were seemed have given him ease to help forget the loud singing and music.

Why didn’t look at him strangely or with disgust like women usually did because of his metal limb? – it was odd in everyone’s eyes including his even if he had learnt to adjust to it.

Though here you were – simply dancing, following his every step without gawking at him strangely.

“Thank you. . .”

You whispered – breaking him out of his trance.

Your eyes however – were now again frantically moving amongst the crowd.

You were still a little out of breath from seeming having run for a long time.

“You seem oddly desperately trying get away from the crowd. . .”

Bucky mutters – slightly curious, his eyebrows narrowing.

Your eyes widened a little as he stated so – curious yet so confidently stating it with every step he led you with in the dance.

“No! Just. . . getting through. . .”

You mumbled.

He let out an almost humorless chuckle, though there was slight amusement in it too – when you couldn’t give him any answers as he spins you gently.

It only made him more intrigued, because you were clearly avoiding to give him answers.

“Then, may I know your name?”

He asks, now that you were once again facing him after the spin – he’d never having been intrigued by a nobility before – they were too rich and never cared for the poor people starving within the streets down from their large houses and courtyards.

You wondered for a moment if you should tell him the truth – but she have heard of Steve Rogers-Hood and his merrymen, they wouldn't harm the innocent – you only hoped despite your status in appearance you seemed innocent to him.

“. . .Y/N”

You decided to answer reluctantly.

Bucky thought for a moment when you said your name.

“Y/N. . .A beautiful name!”

He said – as he tilted his head to look at you better, seeing how easily you followed his lead, despite being strangers.

He felt like he was getting somewhere now. The more you tried to avoid the crowds – the more he wanted to find out more about you as nobles usually like to flaunt themselves in crowds.

But before you could ask anymore – his steps had led you to the otherside as you had asked initially.

“Thank you!”

You said – and before he could say anything more you had ran.

Bucky stared at you – surprised by how quickly you ran away – but held onto the pretty blue ribbon you had in your hair.

You hadn’t even noticed as it caught onto his metal untying the little bow you had the ribbon in to tie your hair away from your hair when you ran.

His blue eyes wander down to it – perhaps it was a sign. . .

Perhaps. . .he’ll see you again. . .

At least he found himself hoping. . .

[scullysexual]

We'll Meet Beyond The Shore.

Somewhere beyond the sea, she’s there watching for me, and if I could fly like a bird on high, then straight into her arms I’d go sailing.

Tags and Warnings: Major character death, enemies to friends (to lovers), doomed lovers.

n/a: People seemed interested in this so I thought I would make this official and give it a go writing it. I have four chapters written already so hopefully I'll stay on top and keep writing more. Please read the warnings and tags carefully; you'll probably hate me for this (and this fic) so I'm very sorry in advance but I'm evil and this is literally my playground. Anyway I hope you read and enjoy :)

Chapter One: The Reaping.

Fox Mulder awakens from his nightmare in the dank, dark basement he has called home for the last year. Skin clammy, heart hammering against his rib cage, he swings his legs off the bed and breaths in and out slowly, counting to 10 each time, willing his heart to slow down.

It was just a nightmare, he repeats to himself.

But it wasn’t just a nightmare.

A memory. Old but still as fresh in his mind as it was two years ago. District Seven’s town square, the smell of wood and sweat as the sun beamed down on him, a bowl full of names- girl names- and one called out.

Samantha Mulder.

In his dream he teleported, in the way one does in a dream, and he was right there, helpless, watching as his 12 year old sister was bludgeoned to death. She didn’t even make it past day one’s bloodbath.

He watched as his mother sunk away, a shell of herself, his father leave not 3 weeks later.

Mulder left himself, eventually, vowed to kill the Capital as they had killed his sister but he was just one boy, grief-stricken and angry, and his cries for an uprising went unheard. Mostly. The Peacekeeper’s had come down on him hard, punished him severely for it, but not executed, not as Mulder wished to be, his father’s influence was far too strong.

So Mulder left completely, snuck away in the dead of night with a band of merrymen. They had a boat and a dream to get far away from Panem as they could.

Their boat and their dream capsized on day 5, a strong wave knocking their tiny boat to pieces. Only Mulder survived, clinging on to a plank of wood, drifting unconscious for 3 days, into the territory of District Four.

A ship found him.

At first Mulder thought they were Peacekeepers but upon closer inspection he found they were dressed as simple fishermen. He was pulled aboard, introduced to the captain, the father of the boy who helped him up, who introduced himself as William Scully and his son, Bill.

Captain Scully took him to a pub, fed and watered him, and didn’t ask where Mulder had come from.

The pub became his job, the basement his bedroom. A week later he registered as a resident of District Four and his name was entered five times.

He hadn’t escaped. The hadn’t destroyed the Capitol. He never would.

Mulder shakes the dream, and memories of another life, from his brain. He puts on the clothes he wore yesterday and climbs the staircase leading to the pub.

He finds Wade at the bar, pouring drinks for the old sailors who have nowhere better to be. Mulder nods once at Wade who nods once back, a mutual good luck said between them. Wade is 18- the same age as Mulder- but his name sits waiting in that bowl 35 times to Mulder’s meagre 5.

Mulder bypasses the bar and heads towards the kitchen. He almost smacks into Kehlani, hands and arms full carrying three plates food. She knows exactly what he is here for.

“You’ll have to get in line, Mel’s backed up and it’s only half 7,” she tells him before she’s rushing towards her table. Mulder looks around the near-empty pub before he pushes on the kitchen door.

Melvin is frying fish in a pan. It stinks and Mulder resists the urge to cover his nose.

He really, really hates fish.

“Get lost 7,” Melvin shouts over his shoulder. “I’m backed up in here, you’re gonna have to wait.”

“Yeah, Kehlani said,” says Mulder. He throws the fish in the pan a distasteful look. “You got anything other than fish on the menu?”

Melvin smiles at him and Mulder counts one less tooth from yesterday. “This your first time in Fish District?” He cocks his head towards the door. “Saw a tree on my way in, maybe you can eat some bark?”

“Ha-ha maybe you should’ve been a comedian, Frohike,” Mulder says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He nabs the bowl of fruit sitting on the counter and leans against it.

Frohike and Kehlani were the only ones who knew where Mulder came from. Sat in the basement, the expensive bottle of whiskey between the three of them, Mulder finally told them he had been born in District Seven after their constant prodding. More questions and he told them what it’d been like living there. They stared at him in awe, soaking in every bit of information. They’d asked him which he preferred, Mulder hadn’t answered, keeping that one to himself.

“Hey,” Melvin calls, a sudden seriousness looming over them. “How’re you feeling today?”

Today.

“I’m good. One more year, right?”

Melvin nods. “One more year.” Then. “I found Kehlani crying this morning. I didn’t know what to say to her.”

“What did you say to her?”

“Nothing. What do I say to her? This shit’s fucked.”

Mulder looks towards the door, conscious of who could hear them, then quietly whispers. “Yeah…”

Kehlani bursts in then and looks at the two of them.

“Slacking off, Mel?” she admonishes , hands of her hips, the perfect imitation of Laguna the landlady.

“No!” yells Frohike turning bright red. “Just waiting for the fish to fry.”

Kehlani turns her attention onto Mulder and her eyes narrow, staring at the bowl of fruit.

“That was my fruit Mulder,” she tells him with a pout, dropping the imitation.

“Shit, sorry Lani.” Mulder holds the fruit bowl out to her. As her hands touch it to take it, Mulder says, “Good luck today, yeah?”

Kehlani looks to Frohike who quickly casts his eyes away. She turns back to Mulder and gives him a small smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “Yeah, you too.” Mulder lets go of the bowl and she steps back. “I’m gonna go eat this,” she says to Melvin. “Mulder can be a waitress for a bit.” Then with a smile backed by a memory. “Don’t drop the plates this time, yeah?”

“I’d forgotten about that,” says Frohike with a laugh.

Mulder tosses him a glare and watches Kehlani leave wondering if this could be the last time he ever sees her.

.:.:.:.:.:.

The gulls caw, flying overhead. Dana watches them, committing them to memory. Her bare foot grazes the water, committing that to memory also, along with the breeze and the smell of seawater and sand. A ritual each year because what if it’s the last?

“Dana!”

Dana sighs and turns her head down the pier. Melissa approaches slightly out of breath.

“Mom’s looking for you. She wants us to eat before we go.”

Dana turns away to look back out into the ocean. “I’m not hungry,” she says.

Missy sits down opposite her. They used to do this all the time, sit out here together. Dana found her one time, when Missy had just turned 12 two days before the reaping, her eyes red from crying. It became tradition, each year 11 and 13, 12 and 14, 15 and 16…all the way up to last year when they were 17 and 19, when Melissa was free but Dana was still stuck with her name in the bowl 14 times, double the amount it should be.

“You have to eat,” says Melissa with concern.

“I’ll eat after the reaping.”

“Dana—”

“I’ll eat after the reaping,” Dana repeats louder and harsher. If she eats now she’ll throw up and that’ll be a waste, not when Melissa, Charlie, their mother can have more servings.

Melissa sighs, resigning herself. She looks out towards the ocean.

“I hate it,” she says.

“What?” asks Dana.

She points to beyond them. “That. The ocean. I’ve hated it for 3 years.”

“I love it.”

Melissa looks at her. “Only because Dad loved it.”

Dana shrugs. “You should come out with me and Billy on a ship some day.”

Missy shakes her head. “I’d just get in the way.”

That was true, Melissa wasn’t made for ships. But still…Dana smiles at her.

“What are you smiling at?” Melissa asks her, weary.

“If I’m not reaped, you have to join us on the ship.”

Melissa looks at her, aghast. She frowns, conflicted, and then relents.

“Fine…” And Dana smiles some more. “But only because I really don’t want to wish you were reaped.”

They both look out towards the ocean again, their smiles fading.

“I’ll see it again, won’t I?” Dana asks quietly.

“Yeah,” says Melissa with so much confidence Dana actually believes her. “And who knows, maybe Isla will finally be reaped.” Missy’s smile is cruel.

“You’re really going to hold that grudge forever, aren’t you?” Dana asks, shaking her head.

Melissa nods. “Yep, never letting it go.”

They smile at each other once more before movement on the other side catches their attention, hoards of people making their way towards the town square.

Dana’s stomach twists. It is time.

.:.:.:.:.:.:.

People flood in like waves. Mulder navigates his way to where the cluster of 18 year olds stand. He finds himself next to Wade who’s eyes are down and he is white as a conch shell. His eyes meet Kehlani’s across the way standing with the other 15 year old girl’s. He smiles, she smiles back. He pulls his eyes away and looks down.

One more year.

.:.:.:.:.:.

She holds onto Charlie’s hand for as long as she can, until the Peacekeeper blocks their path and pulls them apart. She watches as Charlie walks towards the other boys before she is gently shoved towards the direction of the girl’s. Dana glances at them only briefly before she is staring straight ahead, eyes on the bowl, a bowl that holds 14 pieces of Dana Scullys.

One more year.

.:.:.:.:.:.

The Mayor, Walter Skinner, Monica Reyes.

The Mayor, Walter Skinner, Monica Reyes.

The Mayor, Water Skinner, Mon—

“The boys!” Monica Reyes calls out, as she does every year. She always starts with the boys. Mulder clenches his fists, tries to tamper down his nerves. Wade is shaking beside him, Mulder can feel it rolling over him in waves. Reyes places her hand into the bowl, searches around. Mulder glances at Wade, the other boy is…crying? Reyes pulls her hand out, unfolds the piece of paper. It’s Wade, Mulder thinks. That piece of paper has Wade’s name written on it.

“Fox Mulder!”

It’s Wade Firth—Wait. Mulder freezes. All eyes on are him.

Did she just say Fox Mulder?

.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.

It’s not Charlie. Thank god it isn’t Charlie.

Dana releases her breath, one of two she holds.

It isn’t Charlie.

Instead it is Fox Mulder.

Dana had heard of him, a strange boy. It was rumoured he was the boy her father had found out at sea the year before, the boy from another place. His surname was familiar. 6 years ago a girl with the same last name had been pulled from the bowl, 12 years old, she had died almost immediately, everyone around her was just thankful it wasn’t their own.

Fox Mulder was the boy tribute but who would the girl be?

Monica Reyes places her hand in the right-hand bowl. Dana holds her breath, watching. She wants to close her eyes, hold her hands over her ears and be anywhere but here; sat on the pier watching the waves in the water, sailing on the ship pulling up nets of a hundred fishes, anywhere but where she was standing right now.

Monica pulls her hand out, unfolds the piece of paper. The name is said crisp and clear, there was no mistaking it. Somebody familiar cries out just as it all sinks in.

Dana Scully is the girl tribute.

.:.:.:.:.:.:.

Fox Mulder and Dana Scully stand on the stage. Mulder looks towards Dana, she can feel his eyes on her, she stares ahead. Scully, is all Mulder can think as he stands there, like William Scully? He wants to know but Dana gives him nothing, she can’t.

Reyes tries to get the crowd to clap but there is nothing but dead faces staring back at them. This isn’t District 1 or 2 where celebrations are held. District Four might not be the worst of the Districts but one will still find no jumps for joy here. All are still scared. All are still angry.

The doors close and they are all submerged in darkness.

[colorfulcollectordragon-2f8ee55c]

The Merrymen had no clue what they had opted into when they chose to investigate the Frankie's Parkour Palace Gameshow. And Noel would have never guessed the consequences of trying to save Henry Hotline. Now that the show has been cancelled indefinitely, Henry has to try and learn how to coexist with regular people. However, while some people want to move on, others chose to hold grudges until the very end.

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Hey y'all my friend wrote a thing!!!!

Just don't tell then I sent you

[artzzyb00-27]

Tavern Tales{Elyan x OC}

Robin Hood and his Merrymen meet the Knights of the Round Table. Along with King Arthur and Merlin. What could go wrong? Not much actually, but Elyan deserves more love so here you go.

Arriving at Camelot came a minstrel, one came from a land near Mercia. Who sang tales of Robin Hood and his legion of Merrymen. The people gathered round to hear the tale. The rhythm of the tale became engraved in everyone's head.

Robin Hood and Little John, walking through the forest

Laughing back and forth at what the other'n has to say

Reminiscing this and that and having such a good time

Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day

Never ever thinking there was danger in the water

They were drinking, they just guzzled it down

Never dreaming that a scheming sheriff and his posse

Was a-watching them and gathering around

Robin Hood and Little John, running through the forest

Jumping fences, dodging trees and trying to get away

Contemplating nothing but escape and finally making it

Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day

Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day

Eventually, the word made its way to King Uther. He wasn't pleased with the thought of rogues attempting to steal from nobles. So he sent his knights to disband the group. Out of the twelve that left, only five returned. When Arthur became king, he wondered what happened to the group of Merrymen, he had only heard stories in passing at the tavern whilst spending time with his knights and manservant.

Till one faithful day.

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"Merlin! Feed the horses, they're no use to us dead!" The knights could only watch amused at the banter between King and servant. Wondering if they would ever become a normal pair of serving and be served.

"Unlike you right?" Dodging a blow to the head, Merlin ran off to feed their trusty steeds. Turning back to his knights Arthur addressed Leon.

"Where to next?" Looking at the map in front of the curly-haired man, he looked up to his majesty awaiting an answer. The long trip from Mercia taking its toll on the man.

"If we head through the Plains of Othanden, we'll cut travel time by a day. As long as there's no trouble with that my lord?"

"None at all, Sir Leon."

"Speak for yourselves, I'm famished." Gwaine, the lazy oaf he is, dragged out as he leaned on Percival who shook his head fondly. Once the horses were ready, they made haste to cut through the plains as best they could. 

With Lancelot keeping Merlin from going insane and Gwaine sharing stories with Elyan and Percival, it made the trip bearable. Arthur and Leon would only chip in their two silvers when necessary(when they wanted to). Once near the edge of Camelot, they spotted a village nearby.

"It's getting dark, we should rest in the village. Have some time to gather our energy." Merlin suggested. Thinking it over, Arthur agreed and led his friends to the village. Once there, people around whispered. Some are in awe of the king and his knights. Others appeared worried.

At this Merlin became paranoid. So he listened in more carefully at the villagers.

"Why are,..... think they'll,..... hope they,... what of,...?" Fortunately, one question was clear as day. "Do ya' wonder what Robin Hood will think?"

Merlin wanted to freeze in his tracks but his horse kept him along the others. Robin Hood was here. The man from tales at the tavern who stole from the rich and gave to the poor. Honorable, but bad news if he tried stealing from Arthur.

No gold or valuables were on them, but Arthur wouldn't hesitate to kill if attacked. Merlin prayed Robin Hood was smarter than that.

Once at a decent-looking Inn, they left their horses to the stable boy and left to a nearby tavern for a light dinner. Or drink in Gwaine's case. A table maid sat them at a window booth and took their orders. Gwaine had attempted to woo her.

It gave the others amusement especially when she was particularly interested in Lancelot. She was making the man bashful and he tried to give attention to Gwaine again.

After she walked away, music began playing louder and cheers were heard. Turning their heads to see the commotion, they saw a bright red-haired woman dancing on the bar along to the beat of the song.

Her hair was in a braid and she wore boots with baggy wool socks. Black pants that sagged at her lower legs and a white blouse that brought out her purple bodice. It seemed she was there alone. 

When the violin played a certain chord, she jumped in the air towards the chandelier and swung in circles everyone around her. Including the visitors from Camelot.

Landing on a table nearby causing the men sitting there to fall over from shock, she continued to dance. Spinning around and swaying her hips along with the music. Getting wolf whistles from men and cheers of praise from women.

Entranced by her dancing, Elyan didn't hear the praise coming from his friends.

"She's good," Arthur said. Leon nodded while taking sips from his drink. Leon nodded his head in agreement.

"Elyan agrees, right mate?" Gwaine said laughing at his friend. Looking besotted at the bold red-head across from them. As the song ended she jumped off the table landing gracefully, giving a bow to the patrons around her. The knights and everyone else raised their glasses to her.

As she went to sit at an empty seat at the bar, Elyan debated on speaking with her.

"If you stare, she'll only think badly of you." Merlin's voice brought him back to reality as his friends sniggered at him. Turning towards the blue-eyed man, Elyan couldn't help but roll his eyes.

A woman as beautiful as her wouldn't be interested in him dressed like a peasant. When they headed into their rooms Leon implied it wise to change into something less formal for their trip to the tavern.

While the others agreed, Elyan couldn't deny he felt stripped. Despite Arthur's reassurance, being from no noble blood made him feel small. Even worse when some common folk looked at him in contempt. Which wasn't always because of his position or origin.

"I'd rather not. Besides she must feel tired, why keep beating a dead horse?" At his words the knights became rigid. Apart from Merlin and Gwaine who held in laughs.

"Because maybe it'll come back to life?" A different voice spoke behind him. An angelic voice. Turning around with a confused expression, Elyan met eyes with the redhead. Her green eyes glimmer despite facing away from the light. He tried to envision what they would look like in the afternoon sun.

"Perhaps that's true." He said after much debate internally, which was hilarious to his friends. Although, it did bring a smile out of her so maybe it worked.

"Glad to know someone thought my performance was exceptional."

"Very, love the bit where you jumped and almost hit the ceiling." Closing her eyes and laughing she headed off to another table shaking her head. She sat down at a table a good feet away chatting with some men sitting and drinking.

"Were you complimenting her or insulting her?" Lancelot may be honorable to anyone else, but his companions were at their wits end with him.

After getting their orders they headed off to the inn to get rest for tomorrow's journey home. Still while lying down on the bed next to Percival's he kept thinking back to the girl. He never got her name.

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The next morning they awoke and had a small breakfast. Just something to keep them awake for the start of the path. That is til someone broke into the inn screaming their head off.

"Robin Hood's attacked! Lord John isn't happy!" The people near the door piled out, including the knights. They had heard the tales but had never seen it in person. Now was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Robin Hood?" Arthur asked a patron who just shrugged their shoulders with a smile. Outside the village, people gathered around the middle fountain and grabbed bags of money from the Merrymen.

"Should we do something?" Leon whispered in Arthur's ear and he was debating himself. While they were meant to arrest outlaws, Robin wasn't an outlaw of Camelot. Uther had just been threatened by an outside power that most likely didn't even know of his existence.

"No, they're not a problem as long as they don't attack us. We should go."

And like that, they left. Leaving the village and heading into the forest was browsing but the mood and energy picked up when Gwaine began picking on Elyan again.

"So, did you end up getting her name or what Elyan?" Rolling his eyes he gave his friend a gentle glare.

"No, and for good reason. I'll never see her again. What's the point?"

"Don't speak like that Elyan, there are plenty of women who would love a courtship with Camelot's finest knights," Arthur said trying to console his friend which prompted Merlin to have his usual go at him.

"Makes you wonder why Gwen ever chose you." The knights 'Ooo'ed at this and the king simply threw a fake glare at his manservant. Looking past Merlin, he saw a group of horses running up to them.

Realizing it was the Merrymen, Arthur became tense. Noticing, the Knights drew their swords and turned to the charging quarry behind them. When they got close they slowed down and stopped a few feet away from them.

The figure in front of a white horse spoke from under the hood and mask.

"Relax boys, we know you don't have anything, we're just trying to get through. We're making a stop at Camelot. A friend of ours needs help."

"Who's this friend of yours? Perhaps we could assist you, after all, I would like to be more involved with my people."

The statement ran through the Merrymen. Except for the two in front.

"Her name is Marian and she needs money. Please let us through, she doesn't trust any type of nobility." Frowning Arthur went to retort but Merlin stopped him.

"Arthur no, let them come with us."

"He's right, it could give us a chance to keep an eye on them." Leon reasoned out Merlin's input.

"I for one would love to hear the real story of the mighty Robin Hood." A small chuckle from the opposite group could be heard. Guess they weren't as quiet as they'd hoped.

Elyan however, was more focused on the main hooded figure. Their laughter sounded familiar. Angelic almost.

"What do ya' think Robin?" The man next to the leader asked. The leader whispered and agreement and let the man next to him go up to Arthur.

The knights could tell he wasn't being threatening so they sheethed their swords back in their holsters.

"Very well, we'll accompany you. My name is John."

"Little John?" Percival asked gesturing at the man's size. Like Percival he was big and bulky, the only difference being a darker tone of skin and a subtle belly on him.

Laughter from John and the group startled birds out of the trees. They were called Merrymen for a reason.

"You're her! That girl from the tavern last night!" The Merrymen froze and exchanged looks. Some of them looked at their leader questioningly. Huffing out a small laugh only confirmed Elyan's belief and made him flustered.

The girl pulled off her hood and revealed wavy bright red hair that glowed in the morning sun.

"You got me!" She said and made her horse walk closer to Elyan. "Glad to see my biggest fan again." Smiling at her comment, Elyan went to speak but was interrupted.

"You were flirting with Robin Hood!" Gwaine was going to get beat when they got back to Camelot.

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"So how did people think you were a man? Don't think anything different, but your physique isn't very masculine." Arthur asked as they sat in the knight's quarters back in the castle. The trip had let Elyan and the others learn about the Merrymen's travels and adventures.

Their recent heists. Any gone wrong attempts that required daring rescues. Including any potential romances whilst on the road.

"I needed people to respect what I was doing, not patronize me for it. So when the minestrel we saved asked to write a song about us I told him to make me male."

"Certainly fooled me, I thought you were a prat like Arthur." That comment earned Merlin a good wallop to the head creating laughter throughout the room.

"Tell us more." Elyan urged Robin leaning back on the bench next to her.

"Well, there was the time we invaded Cendred's castle unnoticed."

[loominggaia]

@darkwingphoenix inspired me to finish up this concept of Mathias and Angie, two characters who will appear in an upcoming story.

MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW!

The Freelance Good Guys receive a special mission from Queen Azura: free her cohort from Evangelite soldiers. Evan, Lukas, and Isaac are on the job. But when they arrive, they find that Folkvaran slave liberators have already beat them to the punch. Azura's cohort is dead and the mission is forfeit. Not all is lost though, for Evan finds an old friend at the scene. His childhood crush Mathias is among the Evangelite soldiers. He has been kidnapped by the slave liberators and they're about to burn him alive! The Freelance Good Guys decide to risk pissing off the liberators to rescue him.

They bring him back to his home in the Blue Valley, where they meet his wife, Angie. She is a quiet and mysterious woman, contrasting with her loud, obnoxiously patriotic husband. The crew was wounded in the battle, so Mathias offers to let them stay for a few days and recover. Something seems a little strange about the couple, but the crew can't figure out what...until they happen to catch Angie in a state of undress one night, and realizes "she" is a man!

Mathias confesses to the crew that he and Angie (rather, Angelo) are merrymen and begs them not to tell anyone, as same-sex relationships are illegal in Evangeline Kingdom. The crew agrees to keep their mouths shut. However, as they get to know Angelo, they realize just how miserable he is living this lie. He finds the feminine disguises humiliating and he's constantly afraid of being caught, so he spends most of his time just frittering away in the house day after day, year after year, and he's starting to go crazy being cooped up all the time.

The crew offers to help the couple move to Matuzu Kingdom, where they are free to be themselves. But Mathias claims he is perfectly content with the life he has, and as a patriotic Evangelite, he wouldn't dream of ditching the military and committing treason.

Can the crew convince Mathias to relocate, or is poor Angelo doomed to a lifetime of misery?

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[anthurak]

Okay so, I was checking the RWBY Wiki, and apparently Will Scarlatina (Velvet's Dad), might be named in reference to Will Scarlet, one of Robin Hood's Merrymen.

If this is the case, then he might be the only Robin Hood reference to not be affiliated with Robyn Hill...

Unless Will turns up working with the Happy Huntresses in Volume 10, but that ultimately depends on whether or not he and Bill are the same person (given Will's "World's best Dad" mug was vandalized to read "World's best Dud" instead, and Will's relationship with his daughter is apparently somewhat strained), as if he is Bill... Then he's probably not turning up in Volume 10 given that Neo slit his throat.

Ehhhh... I'd call that a REAL stretch at this point in time.

For one, the 'Scarlet' part of his name can easily simply be an extension of Velvet's allusion to the Velveteen Rabbit, plus 'Will' is hardly an uncommon name so that leaves the only possible connection being that he also just so happened to be in Atlas.

Not to mention it doesn't really make sense that Velvet's DAD would be the 'Will Scarlet', considering that the Happy Huntresses are all specifically genderbent versions in one way or another of Robin Hood and the Merry Men. Meaning that you would expect that their Will Scarlet would ALSO be a women, no?

Frankly, it all reeks of someone making the most basic, surface level connection and not taking a minute to actually think about whether or not it makes any real sense.

Also no, I don't think Velvet's dad was a random background extra in Volume 8 who got his throat slit by Neo. Call me crazy, but I feel like there were in fact MORE THAN ONE fathers named 'William' in Atlas.

[remembertheskittles]

happy pride month to our bisexual anthem

love you all 💖💜💙

[ketasar]

So I have absolutely no clue what I’m doing on here- but I guess I’ll figure it out as I go along because I need more places to release my insanity. With that being said- I’m Max, or Cinnamon depending on who you ask, so pick your poison.

I’m not entirely sure what I’m gonna do with this blog because usually I don’t repost stuff, but ya never know. This might be more for my random thoughts and funny quips that would be funny to post, along with slowly figuring out tags (I sound like a boomer I know). But hey- I might create my own band of merrymen who like the funny rat that says the funny words. If I do reblog anything then it will almost certainly be project moon related, or from a very specific cat man. So, welcome to my little corner of then internet.

W e w- I dunno what I’m doing. I like pressing the funny buttons. I did have this for tags, but at the same time I could just let this exist as its own entity. For what reason? Great question, keep asking.