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[sonohtigris]

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[woodelf68]

Expose Your Fictional Crushes

Share 9 of your fictional crushes and let everyone guess your type!

I was tagged by @rins-love-wins.

Tagging anyone who wants to do it.

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[asterias-record-shop]

SMUT W ROBIN HOOD FROM 2018?????!!! GIRL I LOVE U SO INCREDIBLY FUCKING MUCH U JUST MADE MY NIGJT OMG CANT WAIT TO GET RAILED!!!!!

HELP ME-

I’M FRICKIN GONE

but yes, I can’t wait to write getting railed by that man omg 😭😭

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[entrehormigones]

#The Adventures of Robin Hood #errol flynn #Robin Hood #robin of sherwood #robin of loxley #movie #film #movie gifs

[sarahegerton19]

NEW EGGSY FANFIC

hi ya I'm working on an eggsy x author fanfic yes butting myself into the picture a lot of things have happened lately boy trouble like very bad boy trouble and I have been finding a lot of security and comforted in Taron and his characters so I hope you all don't mind that the fic is not going to be an x reader for now kinda crying while writing this hehe anyway if you have any ideas hit me with then but I'm not here all the time so if there are ideas or you just want the talk or whatever add my taron fan page on Instagram our.baby.boy.egerton

anyway thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy your day/night

also sorry for been a little depressing

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[farmergilesofham]

The First Story (That I Will Be Writing Here Because Fuck It)

Waking up in a box underground has to number among my least favourite experiences. Then again, I used to be dead.

I awoke on a Sunday morning, some four hundred years after I first died, or so my little floating friend tells me. It had just stopped raining when my hand first broke the surface. The dew and drops still hung, beaded, off the ends of long-grown blades of grass as I dug myself out of my old grave. There were a lot more graves there, cracked and overgrown, trees bursting between ancient burial stones, sun shining brilliantly down between their branches. Quite beautiful, really.

To begin with, I didn't even speak this language, but I picked up on it fairly quickly once we set our minds to it. I'm guessing I must have known it before I died the first time - and to clarify, I have died quite a few more times since then. I have retained my memories through those ends, yet still some few parts of my old life remain a mystery to me despite the wonders of the Light. Lox - my 'ghost', as he swiftly sought to inform me - tried assuring me that every Guardian loses all of who they were before being risen, and that looking into it only brings unnecessary pain. I only now agree, that it brings pain, from experience.

The little town I rose in has been overtaken by the ancient forest that its inhabitants had once cut back on so mercilessly to make space for their lives and families, and as I walked beneath the bent boughs of those ancient trees, I could feel the gentle tingling of memory at the edges of my mind. Bathed in the midmorning sun, standing at the heart of the place I was laid to rest, they came wafting back to me - those days spent with my family, with my friends, with... someone special. Lox maintains it shouldn't be possible. Maybe, maybe not. The Traveler is clearly not a choosy god, as recent events have thrown into sharp relief, but that open-armed acceptance may well be what gave me this fantastic gift. Either way, I know I had a life, and I know it wasn't too bad either.

I found my family home at the bottom of a hill, in the cool shade of mountainous evergreens, barely touched by the years. Only the windows were gone, and that from the wood rotting away. As I entered, with my pale wisps of recollection bundled tightly in one hand, I at first felt nothing. Disappointed, I headed deeper into the house - an old kitchen, now the house of a family of squirrels and one very large frog; a bedroom, the remains of a bed, dry and dusty; a bathroom, tasteful if a little cracked; a staircase, spiraling up to the next floor. I came to a new room, with faded yellow walls and rotted wooden floors, and of a sudden found myself on my knees, then on hands and knees, then barely able to see for the tears.

I had lived here. This had been my home. I had spent some of my happiest years here, those heart-rending memories shouted at me. I had slept on a bed and looked at the stars, yelled those recollections, I had slept under the little stars and heard the songs of long ago, spun out by the voices of my mother and father. I cried until the tears couldn't come, then stayed in place, wallowing in the loss. And yet, it was those same remembrances of a life lost that stood me on my legs once more; it had been and gone, yes, and I would never see my loved ones again, but now that I lived - now that I remembered - they would never disappear. Not so long as I draw breath. Four hundred years ago, I was a carpenter and part-time artist. I made tables and chairs and balustrades and, sometimes, even door frames. Each piece made with meticulous effort, each given over with utmost care. I checked after them, at the top of the hill. Six of them outlived me by half a millennium. I rather like that. I hope to check in on them again in the future.

My reveries were cut short, however, when Lox politely informed me that I had a duty to the People of the Last City of Humanity - a city built at the foot of an enormous celestial sphere, the Traveler, which seems to have arrived at some point in the twenty-first century. Fancy that. And, as I soon came to learn, there is good reason why it is called the Last City.

I first encountered them about a day's journey away from my grave, and at first I thought they were ordinary travelers on the road, in some sense similar to me. Talking amongst themselves, pulling along some manner of materials in a hand cart - I was delighted! Except then I got closer and noticed some odd things. One of them was easily the height of a door frame, probably taller. Several had more than one pair of arms. The first one that saw me screamed, but it was no human scream - guttural, chittering, piercing my ears, it screamed in surprise and terror before levying a weapon at me. That got the rest's attention, and of a sudden I was in the sights of seven alien creatures the likes of which I had never seen before. A little voice, whispering from within my slapdash poncho, informed me these were 'Fallen'. Fallen from where, and how? As it stood, these few seemed to be doing quite alright for themselves.

I felt something then, a sort of tingling - not the same as when my memories returned, being this time a tingling in my fingers - which slowly rose in intensity until a further whispered hint suggested I should imagine what I most needed right then and there. It should be what immediately comes to mind, Lox said. So I set my mind to it - and with a brilliant flash of light and heat, I held a lovely golden walking staff. I genuinely do not know what Lox expected, even knowing as I do now that this was the telltale sign of enough accumulated power for a 'Super', but my would-be assailants seemed even more surprised when I waved "hi" and set off on the path again, now using the staff for some well-earned back rest. I had, afterall, been walking for more than an entire night and day straight, and was loath to stop lest I bump into less accommodating company.

I have heard eleven different retellings of that encounter, and only two of them are accurate to my recollection. As for the rest, all seem to involve some manner of battle with wildly different arrangements of combatants - sometimes I was with a group of fifty, other times it was an accidental duel. I have not tried particularly hard to dispel these differing accounts, although the people who should know the truth do so, and that is enough for me.

Following that strange encounter, and my very handy walking staff disappearing from my hands mid-step, I was cautioned to probably have something to defend myself with, were an adverse situation ever to arise. So, when next chance came, I put some of those old memories to use. These hands remember how to split and quarter and log, perhaps even without knowledge of my past, and in short order I had the raw materials for a quarter stave. One problem was the lack of knife, but Lox pointed out that some risen folk could, quite handily, summon a knife for indefinite periods. How fortuitous, though it took some concentration to get the right sort of knife. By the end of the day, I had a nice quarterstaff, sanded to a dull lustre and in need of a bit of oiling.

That evening, I used my power to make a fire. Sitting there, in the warmth, I could finally appreciate how completely empty the landscape was - even the animals one would normally expect, birds and deer and the like, were largely absent. It was as if the land itself were holding its breath, be it for fear or in preparation before something dramatic, I had no way to know.

I met my first Hive six days out from home, harassing a group of travelers. Before my revival, I had never counted myself a violent person, but something primal was sparked in me as I saw those thrall. Toying with human lives, acting like it was some kind of game, as if their power gave them the right to destroy people's lives for fun. Not on my watch. I was rather too angry to think about what it was I summoned to hand before stepping in to fight, but it wasn't a terrible surprise to find that the first Thrall's head was ripped clean from its shoulders by a glowing, fiery hammer. Its body stayed upright for a moment more before toppling to the ground, clawed arms splaying out to its sides. Then things got bloody.

I found out afterwards that those Hive had been stalking the wanderers for weeks, always just a day or two behind, until a broken ankle had slowed the people's pace enough to get caught. That day, I swore to myself that I'd protect anyone I could find, and avenge those I could not.

Perhaps I will tell more of my story to you later.

For now, I bid you a fond farewell.

-Robin

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[ahedderick]

Robin Hood

   In the early ‘90s I got obsessed with BBC reruns of a show called “Robin of Sherwood”.

So. It’s thirty years later. No, I’m not over it yet.

#robin hood #robin of loxley

[badwolfrt]

Okay, maybe a slightly controversial take, but I think Marion should have been the next "Hooded Man" after Robin of Loxley's death actually. Hear me out!

She is often the one Robin goes to to voice his doubts and worries the way one would with a second in command; when he doubts the villagers abillity to fight in Swords of Wayland; the trouble with Will/the villagers in Children of Israel when Robin tries to straight up quit and Marion challenges him to get back on track; in The Witch of Elsdon when he confesses that he bargained with the Sheriff's life and now the Sheriff won't stop hunting him "Till one of us is dead". I know some of that is probably because she's his wife, but some of those conversations (Will troubles, villagers fighting abilities) seem like things you'd discuss with a second in command to me.

The few times Robin is out of commission, she generally takes the lead. When Robin's imprisoned in The Swords of Wayland, she's the one who leads them to the Earl of Godwin, she's the one who instructs the Merries to get the sword, she's the one who breaks Robin out of prison. And when Robin's enchanted, she's the one who comes up with the idea to go to Herne and she's the one who ends up going to Herne alone. Even in season 3, when Robert leaves with Isadora in The Inheritance, the rest of the Merries kind of default to Marion as the leader and the one to spur them into action.

Speaking of Herne, out of all the merries, other than Robin himself, Marion is the one who has the most direct contact with him. In The Witch of Elsdon, Herne appears to Marion in the lake, shows her a vision (the only other person who gets his visions is Robin) and instructs her on how to save the Merries. And as mentioned above, in The Enchantment, Marion is the one to speak to him directly. Also, in Lord of the Trees, she (from Herne's perspective), sits at Robin's right, directly next to him, while the rest of the Merries are further back.

Also, what is maybe the most defining trait of Robin Hood? His archery skills. Who's the second best archer? Marion! (A case could be made for Nasir, but by the time The Greatest Enemy comes around I think Marion and Robin are pretty equal in skill, so she certainly would equal Nasir, if not surpass him.)

Robin gives her his sword in The Greatest Enemy and instructs her to carry on with his mission. I know that in canon, after Robin's death the group falls apart, but personally I kinda hate this choice. I don't think Marion would've let that happen, especially not after Robin's last wish for her. She had the strength and smarts to lead the outlaws and I think Robin knew that too.

Anybody agree with me? Disagree? I'd love to discuss!

#robin of sherwood #robin of loxley #marion of leaford

[cluelesspigeons]

This is written for the song “coming back” by Robin Loxley & Smudge Mason from @drarrymicrofic

Word count: 143

Drarry microfic: coming back

Cw: parental death & grief

Draco held her frail hand in his. It was cold to his touch. Tears were streaming down his face, his soft sobs the only sound in the quiet room.

A heavy hand was placed on his shoulder. Draco leaned closer to it.

“She’s not coming back, Draco.” Harry leaned closer, placing his lips against Draco’s temple. “I’m sorry.”

Draco took a shaky breath, letting go of his mother’s hand. He bent down and placed one last kiss on her forehead. “Until we meet again, Mother.”

When they exited the room, Draco clung to Harry like he was his last hope. He didn’t dare look back. The only thing he focused on was Harry’s warmth and the love he could feel radiating off of him.

Though his mother might not be coming back again, he knew his husband would always come back to him.

Prompt from February 24th

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[artistocrazy]

Slapping with gloves didn’t come with the challenge - but I could see it going like this, if it ever did

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[tudojuntoemisturado]

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[you-have-been-frizzled]

You spell Grey like one of us...thats it im adopting you as an honorary Brit... as part of your induction im gifting you the letter 'U'...use it well and remember it's "colour" not "color" and "mum" not "mom" xoxo

✨i’m honored✨

and good news!

i spell colour like that half the time anyways

any other words i should know of besides blonde?

which i was informed by two different people in the last few minutes is actually just a english thing which i’m not charging

#also all of my favorite classics are english #excluding Huckleberry Finn #is Loxley still a real place? #or was that just in Robin Hood #my view of england is mostly influenced by the classics i read #and history books on the world wars and victorian times #i know it’s incredibly inaccurate compared to present day #thanks for the ask!

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“May I present Will Tillman,” Little John spoke, tilting his head at Robin who clenched his fist. “And Y/N L/N.”

Robin stood as the two of you slowly walked, your eyes immediately going from him to Will who held your arm tightly. You both hadn’t made it official yet, if it was even going to happen with Robin back. If there was one thing you knew about your once dead husband, it was that he was definitely not a sharer.

You smiled at Little John and followed Will who slowly walked toward Robin to thank him for inviting him to the ball that he was holding that night. The newly instated Lord Robin of Loxley must have had a reason to invite you both.

“Lord Robin,” Will spoke, but his attention was fully on you and that pretty maroon dress. He always loved that color on you. “Thank you for inviting me tonight, Lord Loxley. Truly.”

“I’m just glad you could come, Will,” Robin looked away from you for only a moment before smiling. “Both of you.”

Will hummed as he squeezed your hand in his, pulling you closer as you fixed your dress. “I appreciate you thinking of people other than the rich, Lord Loxley.”

Oh, the way you said his name. A name that had once been yours, Lady Y/N of Loxley.

“I would never think of the rich more than-”

“Well,” Will pulled you closer, tilting his head. “We’ll be off now. Don’t get too caught up in everything and have fun.”

Robin faltered as you walked off with Will, Little John quickly walking over. “She acted as though nothing happened.”

Little John hummed softly, crossing his arms. “You did die. Technically. She thought you were dead for years.”

Robin nods slightly, swallowing as he stares at you. He was going to make sure you weren’t left alone all night, because if he was with you, he would never leave you the entire night. Obviously, unlike Will who was talking to some rich ladies. You were nowhere to be found, no matter how long he was following you around, but of course – you were at your favorite place, the balcony. 

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?”

You jumped, giggling slightly before clearing your throat. “Oh. Robin.”

“Are you uhm…” he walked over, inhaling. “Are you not enjoying yourself?”

You hummed as you fixed your dress, Robin walking to stand next to you on the balcony. “You know I never liked parties.”

He smiled slightly, nodding. “Yes, I know… you always came here to get away from them.”

The stars were beautiful tonight, just like he said, but not as beautiful as you. He doesn’t look away from you, your face illuminated by the moonlight and the stars sparkling in your eyes. “What do you want, Robin?”

He stared at you, smiling. “What I’ve always wanted. The same thing I’ve wanted my entire life.”

He watched your chest puff up as you inhaled, shaking your head. “Robin, I thought you were dead. I can’t lose you again.”

“You won’t,” he said quickly, going in front of you as he held your hips and bumped his nose to yours. “You will never lose me again.”

“I-I don’t… I can’t do this, Will is courting me-“

“Does Will make you feel like I do?” Robin’s voice is low and hoarse, guiding you to the part of the balcony that connects to the side of the manor, his hands bunching up your dress. “Tell me no and I’ll stop right now, but don’t lie to me and say he makes you feel as good as I do.”

You let out a breathy moan, your arms wrapping around his neck as his lips ghost your neck, barely brushing against your skin but still leaving a trail of heat. Your noises made him smile, soft stuttering breaths and low breathy moans, his fingers swiping over your clit as his mouth moved from your neck to your cheeks.

His face was slightly scratchy from the light stubble, but you always loved it against your skin as he pressed kisses to every inch of your face. “I never want another woman but you, my darling girl. Never in my entire life, I love you so much and I’ll be damned if I let you stay with a man who doesn’t love you as much as I do.”

His other hand starts to undo the front ties of your dress, pulling down the fabric as his hands fondle and massaging your tits, flicking his thumb over your nipple as his other hand under your skirt does the same against your clit. Robin’s mouth immediately moved to yours, his tongue grazing yours as your hands clutch at his extremely expensive coat.

You groaned loudly into his mouth, one of your hands moving to the back of his head to pull him closer and your hips moving into his hand. His fingers were rolling into you, slowly flexing as he teased you. You knew his antics like the back of your hand, especially when he wanted to tease you. His fingers never moved to their full strength nor access, never straightening or curling fully which might’ve been uncomfortable in other instances, he made it feel absolutely amazing. His thumb rubbing against your clit was quick and rough, something you loved as he moved his hand away from your tits for just a minute, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist as he lifted your dress up more.

Your pretty panties were discarded by now, his hand moving away from your wet cunt, the thought of looking at your perfectly sweet and messy cunt making his mind blur. That wasn’t the point right now though, he wanted to fuck you, he wanted to make you feel so good that you didn’t even care about Will anymore.

“R-Robin,” you whimpered, the bulge covered with rough fabric grazing your wet cunt as he groaned into your neck. “N-Need you. Need you so bad.”

“Oh, do you?” He chuckled lightly, rutting his hips forward to drag the bulge of his cock torturously slow against your pussy. “Do you think of me when he fucks you? Hm? Pretend it was me?”

You let out a loud groan, the bulge of his cock spreading your wetness as his fingers pulled out of you and rubbed against your puffy clit. His words made your mind blur and your stomach tighten, cumming on his pants, of course you imagined him fucking you instead of Will. Will didn’t know how to make you feel good, not like Robin who knew your body like the back of his hand.

Robin’s hips move rougher, rutting against your cunt as though he was already inside of you, but he was just teasing you. “Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it, my pretty girl.”

“Fuck me,” your voice was soft, mind hazy as your hips softly roll into his. “I want you to fuck me.”

Robin wasted no time lifting your legs a bit higher on his waist, keeping you up against the wall with his hips before undoing his pants and pulling out his hard cock. His tip was already flushed and his length slapped against his lower abdomen, a groan falling from his perfect mouth as he continued to pump himself before slowly pushing into you.

“R-Robin!” You yelled out, choking softly as he rammed into you all the way until his pelvis slammed into yours. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder, his hands keeping you away from the wall enough that you won’t hit the wall too much. A groan falls from your mouth, hands shaking as you hold the back of his head and pull him in closer. “O-Oh my-!”

He groaned into your mouth as he pressed an open mouthed kiss to your lips. “Yes darling, moan for me. Let everyone know I’m making you feel good.”

Oh, his words were always so perfect. He knew how to tease you and make you feel good with both his words and his actions, and you loved it.

“S-So good Robin, you make me feel so good,” you whisper, head tilting back as he moves his lips down to your neck.

His thrusts got rougher and more sloppy, groans falling from his lips before he buried himself balls deep in your perfect cunt, your walls fluttering and clamping around his length pushing him over the edge. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you, cumming soon afterwards around his cock as he bumped his nose to your own. “I love you so much, my darling girl. So so much.”

“I love you too, Rob,” you whisper back, nuzzling your nose to his soon afterwards. “Don’t want to lose you again.”

“You won’t. Ever.”

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[papakhan]

I've been rotating the concept of the Khan's government being considered a monarchy since I first heard that youtuber mention it and man. yeah. especially the Deathhand shit I think you could consider a really fucked up evil bloodline rule, the Deathhands were all people who ruled for their entire lives (most of those lives being cutshort by one another) whose only qualification for being the leader being. their dad was the leader. like yeah that's. that's a monarchy!

And I think that really brings out the strange kind of medieval fantasy vibes Fallout 1 had, the way Garl Deathhand himself talks especially reeks of this imo. I don't really see it brought up as much but it is There. I think some places are a lot more on the nose like Loxley who is very obviously some kind of Robin Hood type character (fake british accent and everything!) but also the bright purple mage/wizard-like cloaks the master's followers wear and of course the brotherhood ranks being called Knights and Scribes and Paladins. it's really fun for this dnd style fantasy to rub against the heavy scifi that's in the rest of the fallout series. the fantasy and magic stuff really does disappear after the first game and that's a shame! I would have loved if Darion Deathhand maintained the same kinda grand and strangely formal way of talking that his father did that would have been really cool!

#this is a precursor to me drawing something really gay with papa knighting regis. just so you all know #txt

[melsie-sims]

Speaking of...

While Snow and Ariel were catching up, Robin was busy entertaining the only infant in all of Henford.

Ariel watched from a distance, a soft smile on her face.

She knew Robin was going to be a great dad, that was never a question, but seeing him interacting with Rainy made her heart skip a few beats.

Who would've thought, the rugged thief of Loxley had a soft spot for infants...

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[multiverse-of-fanfic]

For the @drarrymicrofic prompt (Feb. 24): Coming Back by Robin Loxley & Smudge Mason 185 Words

Draco stared at the vaulted ceilings of the hospital wing, the shadows of the setting sun painting the stones, slowly crawling from east to west, like time refused to tick on.

His skin still tingled from the dittany, even though it was long dried, and itched from the bandages wrapped around his chest. Madam Pomfrey told him it’d scar, but Draco didn’t care. 

Nothing seemed to matter except the haunting echo of Sectumsempra in his head. Potter had almost killed him. It felt different than he imagined it would. Because of course he’d imagined it before; their lives seemed to be on course for a collision, arch nemeses since age eleven.

But a part of Draco always secretly hoped they’d move past it, grow. Draco had, at least. Third year had seen to that; the constant need to have Potter’s attention, his attempts growing more and more brazen.

Draco recognized the feeling in his chest for what it was, but after what happened in the bathroom, he knew that Potter would likely never become Harry. 

No. Because Harry cast Sectumsempra and would never look back.

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