#maid marian and her merry men

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Happy Pancake day everybody!

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Maid Marian - Don't Worry 'Bout the Pain

Composed by Nick Russell-Pavier and David Chilton

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An answer to that age-old question: What is the best medium for a story about a man getting a tadpole stuck up his nose?

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Remember, remember the 27th of April...

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I JUST FOUND OUT about this BBC kid's show from 1989 called MAID MARIAN AND HER MERRY MEN, and it seems really, wonderfully Horrible Histories-coded! 😄

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Maid Marian and Her Merry Men | Television Heaven

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You know what day it is

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I am adoring all of these polls and gif sets and just being fed so many hot vintage people. As someone who really hasn’t watched very many classics, are there any movies you’d recommend for someone just starting to dip their toes in older media but unsure where to start?

Sure! I don't want to sway any voting, but I'll put an incomplete list of favorites that involve hot men not still in the bracket below the cut.

Something to note that applies to most of these old movies—older movies have different pacing than modern movies, so some of these might seem really slow or weird to start. There are also different ways of framing gender and agency, for better and for worse. I've italicized the ones that I think are the best for starting with, but go with whatever genre/aesthetic sounds best.

The Court Jester (Danny Kaye, Basil Rathbone)—a circus performer working for a quasi-Robin Hood infiltrates the royal court. Fun comedy that's incredibly accessible and still so light on its feet. Swordfighting, glamorous medieval costumes, court intrigues, and silly accents.

Singin' in the Rain (Gene Kelly)—fun polyamorous musical comedy. The dancing is incredible, but so is the sense of joy and camaraderie between Gene Kelly, Donald O'Connor, and Debbie Reynolds. Genuinely captures the feeling of hanging out with your best friends. 1920s Hollywood, big movie studios, backstage drama, goofy hijinks.

The Adventures of Robin Hood (Errol Flynn, Basil Rathbone)—classic swashbuckler/romance. It could read a little slow to modern tastes but the action scenes are absolutely killer, as is the sentiment of seeing little guys pull down big capitalists evil monarchs. Swashbuckling, labor activists merry men hanging out in the woods, hot men in tights, social commentary swords, a Maid Marian who really holds her own and falls in love with the socialist

Charade (Cary Grant)—thriller/romantic comedy. Audrey Hepburn's husband dies and leaves her a hidden inheritance, and she's racing some skeevy characters to find it. A little bit scary but mostly charming and gorgeous, and you can find it high quality virtually anywhere because they fucked up the copyright trademark in the opening credits. Romance, murders, Paris, 1960s fashion, chases in the night.

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (Dick Van Dyke)—this movie is divisive for some reason—I personally like peace, love, and joy, so it makes the list. This is a James Bond movie if James Bond had two kids, lived in a windmill in the south of England, and was into cottagecore inventions more than martinis and racism. This is very much a kids' movie so go in with that expectation, but enjoy the gorgeous production design, the wonderfully silly performances, and Lionel Jeffries pulling out every stop as an insane old man. Dick Van Dyke has excellent DILF energy. Magical cars, big musical vibes, fun inventions, and romantic fantasy.

To Be Or Not To Be (Jack Benny)—comedy/drama. A ragtag Warsaw theatre troupe stands off against the Gestapo after the invasion of Poland. TW for Nazis, obviously, but overall this is a comedy with some heft, and kind of shocking to be this ballsy about fucking hating Hitler's guts in the 1940s. Hambone actors, Shakespeare, spies, 1930s gowns. It's been a minute since I watched it so I don't think there are any TWs here, but go forth with caution.

Witness for the Prosecution (Tyrone Power)—mystery/legal drama based off an Agatha Christie story. The performances are campy fun and the twist would be at home in something like Knives Out. Big dramatics, hambones, lots of talking, a bit of a mindbender.

The Lady Vanishes (Michael Redgrave)—mystery/suspense/romantic comedy. It's a little slow to start but roll with it—once the action moves to the train the pacing really picks up. This gets slotted as a thriller sometimes but it's much funnier and gentler than that. There's some period-typical snarkiness directed at anyone Foreign™ by some of the British characters; the British characters are also made fun of. Trains, British people, international shenanigans, mystery, and humor.

All About Eve (absolutely none of these hot men, lots of hot women though)—a legendary actress fights for her life against the rising star who supplants her. Big drama, big performances, lots of gasp! and dahling! and vicious little quips. New York, theatre pronounced theahhtah, drama queens and plotting.

The Philadelphia Story (James Stewart, Cary Grant)—talk-heavy comedy, lots of quick banter and period transatlantic accent fun. It's a bit shouty and conflict-heavy at times, but I don't think James or Cary have ever been hotter, and Katherine Hepburn is just wow. Very funny dialogue, relatable characters, incredibly hot across the board. There is one instance of a racial slur (not directed at anyone but still there) and one shove. Some people won't like the discussion of Hepburn's character's choices as a daughter and a wife. With all of these movies you'll see a a range of how female characters are presented and treated, and while some period movies fall hard for sexist tropes, I personally think the performances, direction, and subtext of many of these films actually prioritizes the experiences of the female characters and shows them as living, breathing people, even if they're not framed the way they would be today.

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Wiggy Wednesday🧠🪱 - A Robin (Buckley) Hood au

tagged by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @shares-a-vest and @hotluncheddie Thanks guys!!! 💕🫂💝

continue-the-game tags at the bottom, you guys absolutely don't have to read this whole thing for it, it won't hurt my feelings cause this thing got long sgnxgnxnh

💚>> EDIT: @carolperkinsexgirlfriend expanded on the aro robin thing and its literal perfection!! <<💚

tbh the past few days ive felt like i was loosing my spark a bit (could be a medication thing now that i think about it) so the plans for today are to rewatch some really damn good motion pictures, feel some emotions probably, and go from there.

having said that, i was able to put together a fun little idea about Robin Stranger Things as Robin Hood, Steve and Little John, either Vickie or Chrissy as Maid Marian. Chrissy would fit the secretly badass princess type very well, thinking princess peach in the mario movie, while vickie would be slightyyy more tough girl princess, thinking fiona from the first shrek. I'm not like a huge fan of slapping character names into roles just because, so i think most antagonists would be of the robin-hood-world and some might get left out. Dustin and Erica would be there, possibly as merry men, or i also think itd be cool to mix another vaguely-medieval story that fits the kids group better, have it be something in the backstory or future or something like a story living in the edges of this one. Eddies also an easy fit as the minstrel and could be tied to chrissy's story too if you want

im not planning on writing anything for it, but the story ideas that are jumping out to me rn are mostly characters meeting/origin stories. Steve and Robin meet early on in her outcastery, Robin in jail for stealing and Steve also locked up close by either for something outrageously stupid or something definitely illegal but for the sake of his little brother and friends. They swap stories and then swap even more jokes and fun banter. Either Robin loops him in on her plan to break out, or Dustin and Erica come to break Steve out during her escape and they all team up. Maybe a little part where they visit Dustin and friends, let him know Steve's fine even tho him and Robin are fugitives, maybe Dustin tries to follow them but they have to send him back until he's old enough to move out, an emotional "we're not gone forever" talk, concluding with Robin and Steve heading off to camp in the woods and figure out what's next. maybe robin comes out here, maybe steve had confessed and whatnot similar to the show, maybe robin just needed to establish that she's not into him before they started adventuring just the two of them. Maybe she mentions her future plans, to stay firmly on the laws bad side, maybe to reunite with the lady she found at the edge of palace gardens, something that would make the road alongside her rougher than his already will be, and Steve chooses to join her anyway.

also a romantic subplot with Chrissy or Vickie.

if its chrissy, i think itd go similarly to the disney movie (relative to vickie's anyway), chrissy has her princessy life and through circumstance (maybe an archery contest, maybe they run into each other, probably a combination of run-ins) they meet and are into each other, maybe Robin crossdresses and after she's revealed to be a girl Chrissy's head over heels, maybe Chrissy runs away, maybe robin wins her favor, lots of fun princess tropes to play with.

with vickie, i keep leaning into the Fiona-style angle where she very much doesn't care to be in a royal setting, not rejecting femininity just spinning the princess archetype on its head. So maybe she's a runaway, maybe she rescued herself, or maybe she faked her death or something extreme, and she runs into robin (maybe robins disguised and she looks extra rougish, maybe vickie had only heard bad stories about her) and they fight. if vickie wins she notices in her victory robins actual personality, realizes shes not aggressive like expected and they talk, and if robin wins she does a mercy thing, maybe disarms her to get enough time to run off and vickies like 🤨mysterious🤨 or they spark up conversation. Maybe part of Robins group comes in either ready to defend her or diffuse the situation and their appearance soon splits the fight. lots and lots to play with. one way or another vickie tags along or joins the group, she and robin fall in love, yippee

aaaand third option: polyarmory, where chrissy joins the group first, they run into vickie second, and the three of them fall in love.

fourth option: aro robin (lol get it. cause. arrows.) who picks up princesses (plus steve too) like its her job and those princesses fall in love

r*nance (* for search because this isn't exactly abt them, NOT to be a dick about it) could work too ig but its not my jam so im not diving into that angle

i also love the idea of expanding robins relationship with any of the kids (Dustin and especially Erica, because scoops troop has solid character dynamic potential thats barely touched. Robin and Max too, and it'd make sense to bring in Lucas too with his ties to both Erica and Max)

if this gives anyone else brainworms and you want to write it, absolutely go for it, i know im definitely not going to sit down and write scenes or anything for it, and if you're comfortable tag me so i can read it!!

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Robin Hood Enters A Twisted Tales

(Info: Returning from an extended trip abroad, Maid Marian finds that not much about her beloved England remains the same.

Her best friend, Robin, has been banished; her beloved uncle, King Richard, is dead; and the village of Nottingham and its citizens have been impoverished by taxes.

With the help of her lady's maid, Lady Kluck, Marian decides to take matters into her own paws. She is determined to help all the villagers while also solving the mystery surrounding her uncle's death. Deep in the woods, she finds Robin and his Merry Men.

Will they help Marian with her plan or leave her and Lady Kluck to forge ahead on their own?)

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I like the idea of Maid Marian being this really small thin girl. Who's perfectly ladylike and totally gentle and sweet. She has a shy smile and big gentle eyes and always keeps her dresses in pristine condition. She never forgets her table manners. Always knows how to address the people of the court. Loves to sew and sing and take tea in a fancy parlor.

And she'll watch you drown without ever dropping that gentle smile. Remembers every court secret she learns and passes it on to her dumb idiot outlaw boyfriend.

Someone tries to rob her and she is later found at home, washing the bloodstains out of her favorite pink dress. (Thats not her blood)

Her dad's a nobleman who teaches her swordplay. And she giggles and drops the blade anytime some noble boy is around. Let's 'em flirt and show off for her and then picks their pockets and gives the profits to charity.

She's really short and thin and looks like a stiff breeze could knock her down. But she once beat Little John in a wrestling match and the rest of the Merry Men are scared to ask how.

The general attitude towards her in the camp is either 'terrifying force of nature', 'spitfire younger sister figure', or in Robert's case, 'cute and smart and just the coolest ever.'

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The Merry Men of Mandalore

Summary: You are a long time friend, and more, of Prince Boba. But when a betrayal threatens all you hold dear, you set aside your wants for the good of the realm.

Pairing: Prince!Boba x Outlaw!Reader

Word Count: 4071

Warnings: None

Mando'a Used: runi - soul (poetic)

A/N: Based on the story of Robin Hood. I originally wrote this story because the idea of Boba being the Maid Marian to the Reader's Robin Hood made me giggle like a mad woman. And then I gave it a little twist. Also, it took me three days to write this, because I got sick.

divider by saradika

The first time you met Boba Fett, you were six years old, and he was only a few years older. He wasn’t all that thrilled with being forced to drag a younger girl around with him, but he tolerated it at his older brothers’ insistence. 

Ironically, by the time your respective fathers finished their negotiations, you and Boba had become close friends, to the point where you wrote each other letters weekly.

After that, you and Boba were allowed to have play dates every couple of months.

As children, the pair of you generally spent your time running around and playing imaginary games. Or bugging the court wizard to show off some of his more showy magic.

But as you grew older, your friendship matured, and changed. You grew to trust him more than anyone else, and you like to think that it was the same for Boba.

He taught you how to use a bow and arrows, and he taught you how to fight with a sword, and he taught you the quickest way to break away from someone who’s trying to hold you against your will. 

“Isn’t this kind of excessive?” You asked, once, as you laid on your back on the cool grass after being thrown for the twelfth time in under an hour.

“Not at all,” Boba replied, as he offered you his hand, “You need to know how to protect yourself. I’m not always going to be there to protect you after all, ner runi.” And, at the time, you just rolled your eyes and resigned yourself to being thrown around some more.

Of course, you made sure to teach Boba some things too. You taught him how to recognize when people are lying to him, and also how to lie without giving any tells. You taught him how to pick locks, and how to hack magic locks, and you taught him how to pick pockets from guards or other people.

“How do you know all of this?” Boba asked, as he carefully picked the lock of a chest you brought him.

“I have hidden depths, Boba,” You replied with a wide grin as you leaned against him. “Careful not to break the pick.”

When you were 14 and he was 16, he was your first kiss. It was soft, and gentle, and you were both so embarrassed after the fact…but Boba held your hand like it was his right, and looked at you like you were the moon. And at the time, you thought maybe this is what love is. And maybe this is what you’ve been working towards since you were a child of six.

But life is rarely simple, and things, as they are wont to do, change in the blink of an eye.

For you, the first hint that all is not well at home is when your father announces that he intends to reach out to King Jango for a marriage contract for you and Boba.

Your older sister, who’s older, smarter, stronger, and prettier than you, railed against it. Claiming that as the oldest child she should have first claim on a marriage contract to the royal family, and when your father reminds her that she can’t stand Boba, or any of the Fett boys, she storms away from the dinner table.

It’s not good. Your mother spends the night in a growing ball of anxiety, and your father is cold and quiet…but you believe that your sister will get over it. 

Things become weird around the manor after that. Your sister is rarely in the house, and when she is, she doesn’t speak to anyone. You catch her glaring at you from all corners of the house…and you’re confused. Your sister truly holds no affection for Boba, and so you can’t understand why she’s so upset.

And then it’s two weeks before your birthday and you’re home alone, sick with a cold that’s left you bedridden with a fever. 

The night passes quickly enough that you never quite remember all of the details after the fact. The first thing you notice is the sound of footsteps in the halls. Heavy footsteps, like men in armor, and the sound of doors being kicked open.

You roll out of bed as your bedroom door is kicked open. You manage to catch a glimpse of their armor and the way it’s painted, and even with a fever you recognize Kyr’tsad when you see them.

Somehow you manage to avoid their blades and their bows and their magic, and you even managed to grab the simple blade that Boba gifted you for your twelfth birthday…though the rest of your room was destroyed.

You even managed to avoid the majority of the Mercenaries by sticking to the shadows and ghosting through passages that they didn’t know about.

You learned, while trying to escape, that your older sister has been working with Kyr’tsad for years, and that assassination attempt on you was her idea. A means to get you out of the way so she can take your place as the child marrying into the royal family.

Horrified, and deeply, deeply betrayed, you make a mistake. A foot, slightly misplaced, makes more noise than you intend, and then they have you. You back away from them, out the balcony doors and your back bumps against the railing.

You glance over the railing, and for the first time, curse your ancestors for building their manor on the edge of a ravine for the aesthetic. The kyr’tsad lift their bows and take aim.

You curse under your breath, wishing you had just a smidgen of magic so you could lay a dying curse on your sister and the kry’tsad, and then you pivot and vault over the railing. Better the death you choose, right?

You fall for what seems like forever, though you recognize that it can’t have been for more than half a minute, at the most. You slam into the stone cliffs, and you are able to hear, and feel, your bones shattering.

It’s almost a blessing when you slam into the water at the bottom of the ravine, and you remember nothing else.

When you next wake, the sun is high over your head. And while you’re in pain, you’re able to move, at least a little. You’ve also been changed into a loose tank top and short trousers, and you can tell that someone has patiently wrapped all of your injuries.

And you can smell something delicious.

Slowly, painfully, you sit up. There’s a massive pot sitting over a fire, and carefully tending to it is a man in a dark habit. A man of religion, you note, a missionary most likely, as Mandalore’s religion is not so formalized. Though there are other people as well, men and women, moving around the camp with the familiarity of someone who’s at home.

The religious man, you believe they’re called Father, turns to you, and he smiles brightly, “Ah, you’re finally awake!” He walks over to you and kneels next to you, “How are you feeling, my young friend?”

“Sore,” You admit through a raspy voice.

“Ah, yes. I am not surprised.” He nods once, “That was quite a nasty fall you took. You are lucky to be alive.” He returns to the pot, and scoops some of the delicious soup into a bowl, which he brings over to you, “Here, eat.”

“Thank you,” You accept the bowl gratefully and you slowly take a bite. The soup is warm enough to eat, and it makes some of the chill in your heart fade away.

“We, my lost lambs and I, saw you fall from the manor on the cliff.” The Father said with a small frown, “And then we watched the building go up in flames. What happened?”

“My sister happened.” You say bitterly, the soup suddenly tasting like ash in your mouth, “She’s been working with kyr’tsad…and she used them to try and assassinate me.”

“Not just tried,” Another man approaches, he’s much larger than the Father, though there’s something very gentle about him, “Was down in the village, to sell some of my carvings,” He explained, “Rumor is that the youngest daughter of the Lord of the Manor was killed when terrorists burned the house down.”

Your hands curl into fists, “They think I’m dead.”

“Aye, lass. That they do.”

The Father regards you thoughtfully, “What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. If I return home, my sister will just try to kill me again and again…” Your shoulders slump, “I need somewhere safe.”

“You can stay with us,” The Father says immediately, “We don’t have a leader right now, but we’re safe.”

“I…thank you. I appreciate it.”

The Father and the large man share a look, “We’ll even take you to your funeral.” The Father decided after a moment. “But for now, you need to eat, and to rest.”

You smile tiredly, “Thank you.” You whisper as you lift the bowl of soup to finish eating.

****

Your funeral was held on your birthday, and luckily you had healed enough to actually go. Tuck, the Father, dressed you in clean mourning clothes, and one of the women in the camp allowed you to borrow a cloak that will hide you from anyone who looks too closely.

The funeral was held at the royal palace, and no one looked too closely at Father Tuck, or you, as you carefully settled yourself at the back of the ceremony.

Your sharp gaze lands on your mother, clad in black and staring, blankly, at the empty coffin. There are no tears on her face, and you feel a sting of guilt. How massive your mother’s grief must be for her to have no tears to shed.

Next to her is your father, back straight and his eyes locked straight ahead. He, unlike mother, has silent tears rolling down his face. And even from the back of the room, you can see that he’s trembling.

On your mother’s other side is your sister, who’s lightly dabbing her eyes with a cloth. You muffle a scoff with difficulty. She’s not even acting well, it’s disgusting.

Next to your father is King Jango, who looks like he’s made of beskar, and you wince. Your death is going to start a civil war, you know it. And next to the King, with his lips pressed into a thin line, is Boba. He’s dressed in his finest armor, and grief and fury war on his face.

Hidden under the sleeves of your dress, your hands curl into fists. Boba has to know you’re still alive, or his rage is going to destroy him. You remain silent as the funeral begins, your mind whirling as you consider all of your options.

And then the funeral is over, and Tuck lays his hand on your shoulder. “I’m going to speak with the family of the deceased, offer them what comfort I can in this troubling time.” He says warmly, and then he lowers his voice, “Whatever you intend to do, little one, now’s your chance.”

“I understand.” You watch as Father Tuck approaches your parents and sister, and he lightly offers his hands to your mother, who clutches his hands as though they’re a lifeline. 

With them distracted, you slide through the crowd, until you’re standing next to Boba, staring at the headstone that was chosen for you. It’s simple, as you preferred, though you could have done without the flowers engraved into the stone.

“I want to be alone,” Boba says gruffly, “And I definitely don’t want to listen to you offering me platitudes.”

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, and you exhale slowly, “You have my condolences for your loss, my prince.” You say, your voice soft.

Boba stills and his breath catches, and shifts as if to look at you, “Ner-”

“Careful, Boba.” You murmur, “You don’t know who might be watching.”

He releases a sharp breath, “What are you doing, ner runi?”

“Kyr’tsad thinks I’m dead,” You reply, your voice still soft, “Let them think that.”

“Why?” Boba asks, “Surely you’ll be safer-”

“Boba, please.” You whisper.

He stops, and his hands curl into fists, “I want to protect you.”

“You once told me that you’re not always going to be able to protect me,” You reply gently. And then you fall into a comfortable silence, “Give me time.” You whisper, “Give me time to ferret out where kry’tsad is and what they’re planning. Let me do the digging that you and your father can’t.”

He lifts his chin, “You think they’ve infiltrated the Nobility.”

“I know they have.” You reply.

Boba’s gaze cuts to the side, where Tuck is talking to your father now, and he watches them out of the corner of his eye for a long moment, “Your sister.” He says, “She’s kyr’tsad.”

You nod once.

“She planned for your death, sent kyr’tsad assassins after you-”

“Careful, Boba.” You warn for the second time.

“I don’t want her near my family.” Boba hisses out.

“I understand.” And you do, more than you might want to, “Talk to your father, when it’s just you and your brothers. Tell him what I told you, let him make the final decision.”

“Wait-” Boba says, as he realizes that you’re about to leave.

“I have to go.” You reply, “Everything is going to be fine, Boba. You’ll see.” You offer a polite bow as Tuck walks over to you, “I wish you the best, My Prince.”

You flash him one last smile, and then allow Tuck to guide you away, “Do you think you helped?” He asks.

“I hope so.” You reply, and then you glance up at him, a small smile playing on your lips, “So, how do you feel about a little…chaos?”

A slow smile crosses his face, “I think, when we get home, we should explain how our company first began.” He replies.

*******

Five years pass in the blink of an eye, and before you know it, your company, your Merry Men, have become monsters to those who would harm the people of Mandalore.

Monsters to kyr’tsad…and the wealthy who profit off of the poor. 

Not that you keep the money you liberate, of course. The money is donated, anonymously, to Father Tuck’s church, who then uses the money to help the people who need it most.

Contrary to your worst fears, King Jango did not declare war on Kyr’tsad after your ‘death’, which leads you to hope that Boba managed to convince him to try it your way.

And, after five years, you finally have enough evidence to bring to light every single member of kyr’tsad. All you have to do is get the evidence to the King. Which, admittedly, is easier said than done.

You sit in your chair, your feet propped up on the table, as you twirl an arrow between your fingers. “You seem deep in thought, boss. I thought we had all of the evidence we needed to get the King to throw the book at those assholes.”

You stop spinning your arrow and point it at Will, “We do.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“Actually getting into the palace without alerting the kyr’tsad.” You answer with a wry smile.

“Oh. Well…good luck.” Will replies with a genial laugh before he runs off.

You shake your head and go back to spinning your arrow, “I bring news,” Father Tuck says as he returns to camp and finds you less than half an hour later.

“Oh?” You ask, looking up at him.

“Indeed. King Jango has flushed out all of the members of kyr’tsad within the palace. Firing them for being ineffective at their respective jobs.” Father Tuck says warmly, “There’s no better time for you to break in.”

You hum noncommittal.

“Also, your parents and older sister are going to be visiting the Royal Family tonight.” Tuck pauses, “Are you going to kill your sister?”

“Hm…it would be no more than she deserves.” You reply absently, “But, no, I don’t think so. Of course, that might change when I see her.”

“I trust you’ll make the best decision you can,” Tuck replied, “But, if you’re going to arrive at the palace on time, you’d best leave now.”

“You’re right, of course.” You swing your feet to the ground and meander on over to your tent, which is where you keep all of the evidence. You carefully slide all of it into a bag, and then you change into a clean outfit, and slide your arm guard and glove on, just in case you have to do any shooting.

And then you sling your quiver across your back, grab your bow, and your bag, and you leave the tent. You offer some last minute orders to your men, all of whom have their own rich criminals that they’re going after, and then you leave the camp.

By the time you arrive at the palace, it’s just before dinner, and you know that the table will already be set, and food will already be on the table. You grin, this will be hilarious, or disastrous. Both are fun, honestly.

Five years as an outlaw have really twisted your sense of humor.

You slip through the secret entrance that you found when you were ten, and ghost through the quiet, and hidden, halls. And you open the secret passage in the dining hall.

The room is empty, but the table is covered in delicious looking, and smelling, food. You grin and grab a roll, before liberally applying some jam, and you drop yourself in the King’s chair at the head of the table. And then you lean back, prop your feet on the table, and take a bite of the roll.

The door to the dining hall opens, and you hear a frightened gasp, and your mother’s cry of, “Guards!”

You pop the last of the roll in your mouth as two guards run into the room, drawing their weapons. You heave a sigh, and roll your eyes, and then, swiftly, you draw your bow and slot an arrow into place.

Four arrows, shot in quick succession, end the fight before it begins. Two arrows to knock the weapons out of their hands, and two more to knock the weapons out of arm's reach, and then one more arrow, this time pointed at one of the guards.

“I’d thank you to not shoot my guards for doing their jobs, verd’ika.” Jango steps into the room, and raises a single brow at you. You shrug and sling your bow back across your chest, but you keep the arrow in your hand.

“As you wish.” You reply with an easy shrug.

“Sire,” Your sister is standing slightly behind your father, wringing her hands, “That’s the criminal! The one that everyone’s talking about!” She releases a surprised noise when Boba shoves passed her.

He crossed the room to you, and lightly tugs your hood off of your head, “Missed you, ner runi.”

“I was around, keeping an eye on things.” You reply with an easy grin, as you reach up with your free hand and lightly touch his cheek, “I noticed you got my gift.” You add as you nod at the blade on his hip.

He grins, “It’s my favorite weapon I own,” Boba admits as one of his hands comes up to play with your hair.

You hear your name, and you turn your gaze away from Boba, and onto your sister. Who has a look of horror on her face. “You’re…alive?”

“Yup.” You reply gleefully, “Aren’t you pleased to see me, vod?” You ask, “I mean, I even restrained myself from shooting you.”

“That’s big, verd’ika,” Jango says with a sharp smile, as his guards move towards your sister, “Now I can try her.” He pauses, “Assuming you have the evidence I need?”

You grin and drop your bag on the table, “It took me five years, but I got all of them.”

“And what about the money you’ve been taking?” Boba asks as he twists your hair around his fingers.

“Hey, a girl needs her hobbies.” You reply with a lazy grin. And then you motion to the bag, “All the evidence you need is in there. And now I suppose I’d better go before I overstay my welcome.”

“You’re always welcome in my home, verd’ika.” Jango replies.

You swing your legs off the table, and lightly tap Boba’s fingers so he’ll release you. Which he does, slightly grudgingly. “I’m afraid I’m something of a thief now, Your Majesty. And I’ve got business to attend to elsewhere.” You sketch a bow, “Happy hunting, your majesty.” And then you flicker your gaze towards Boba, “Boba.”

You meander out of the room, using one of the many secret passages, and you start counting. You just make it to the garden, less than a minute after you left the banquet hall, when you feel a strong hand wrapped around your wrist, and you’re spun and pressed against a tree.

Boba catches both of your wrists in one hand and pins them over your head, and he pins you against the tree with his body. “Hm, less than a minute,” You tease lightly, “I’m impressed.”

He presses his forehead against yours, and flashes a small, sharp, smile, “You didn’t think I was just going to let you leave, ner runi?” He breathes out, his breath warm against your face.

“Of course not,” Your lips curl up into a gently amused smile, “I was counting on it.”

“You always did know me better than anyone,” Boba mutters quietly, “Where are you going?”

“Back home. To my camp…and my men.” You reply.

His grip tightens around your wrists, but not so much that he’s hurting you, “You don’t have to. You can stay, we can plan our wedding.”

You sigh softly, and shift your head slightly, allowing your nose to brush against his, “Boba,” Your voice is so soft, “I can’t.”

“You can. You just have to…choose to.”

“Things can’t go back to the way they were, Boba. I’m not that girl anymore. I can’t be that girl anymore.” You reply.

He stares at you, “Meaning?”

“I love you with everything that I am…but Boba, I can’t be your wife.”

Hurt flashes across his face, “I wouldn’t ask you to change, ner runi. You can still do everything that you’re doing now-”

“I cannot become a Princess, Boba. I’ve made far, far too many enemies over the last five years.” You point out, “And I’m only going to make more.”

His eyes close and he presses even closer to you, “Okay.” He says after a moment of thought, “Okay. What if I abdicate my title and come with you?”

“...what?”

“Can we get married then? If I’m just Boba Fett, rather than Prince Boba?” He opens his eyes and his gaze locks with yours.

“I…then…what would you do?”

“I’d take up dad’s former role as a bounty hunter,” Boba says, “I’m very good at it, and it’s not like I’m heir.”

You gape at him, silent.

“If I abdicate my title, and become a bounty hunter with your crew…can we get married?” He repeats.

“Wouldn’t you rather get to re-know me before you propose?” You ask, your voice hushed.

“You, ner runi, have been exactly the same since you were six years old.” Boba’s lips brush against yours, “And I love you just as much now as I did when I was 10.” He lightly cradles your cheek with his hand, “I knew I was going to marry you by the time I was 12…and that hasn’t changed.”

You watch him for a moment, “Okay.” You finally say, “Assuming you’re able to abdicate your title, and assuming you’re willing to take up bounty hunting, then yes. I will marry you.”

Boba’s lips crash against yours in a deep kiss, “All I have to do is sign the paperwork,” He murmurs against your lips, “And then I’ll be free to join you.”

“You had this planned already?” You ask, breathlessly.

“For five years now, ner runi.” Boba replies as his hand tangles in your hair and he tilts your head back, “but that’s a problem for later…I’m finally able to touch you for the first time in five years, I’m not going to waste the opportunity.”

[dykesynthezoid]

I was thinking about how Gwen is so fundamentally a leader, and it’s clear that’s what she’s meant to do, but also as Queen she just seems so lonely, so isolated, and how more than anything she feels like a leader of the People, especially, for example, in that moment where she rouses the women of Ealdor to fight

And in my head I went yeah, like a Robin Hood figure. And then I thought: YEAH. LIKE ROBIN HOOD.

Just think— After her father is killed on Uther’s order, she has every reason to turn against him— And perhaps seeing what he did to Morgana after she came to Gwen’s defense is the last straw. She takes to the woods, consumed by grief and pain but most of all conviction, and vows to fight until she lives to see a Camelot that is free of Uther’s witch hunt.

Lancelot is the first to pledge himself to her cause; he’d always wished to be a knight, but in coming to Camelot he’s seen an injustice that must be undone, and Gwen’s cause is just, and there is no one he would rather have the honor of fighting for. (Also he’s a little in love with her but like. Who wouldn’t be)

Merlin, as always, is chiefly concerned with how it all affects Arthur, but Gwen is still his friend and he wants to help her; after all, what if this is part of Arthur’s destiny? What if this is how they bring magic back to the land? Gwen has no issue with Arthur, and she isn’t even really trying to depose Uther; she’s simply vowed to make trouble for him until the ban on magic is lifted. Merlin becomes her mole inside the castle, sneaking supplies and information back to her camp when he can.

Next to join her cause is Gwaine; he hears they’re giving the king a hard time and thinks, “Oh, fuck yes.” Percival joins as well. They find her brother, and of course Elyan would do anything for her— and anything to avenge their father— and pledges his sword.

Morgana is lonely without her maidservant, torn between missing Gwen and feeling understanding of why she left; until she hears exactly what Gwen’s been up to. She can’t help but be curious, and of course, sympathetic to her cause. It seems Gwen’s found herself her Maid Marian.

Arthur and Leon find themselves acting as (rather ineffectual) Sheriff(s) of Nottingham— After all, they don’t really want to catch Gwen. She’s causing trouble, yes, but she doesn’t truly mean any harm. Still, Uther wants her dead, something that’s starting to cause quite the dilemma for Arthur in particular. It doesn’t help that Merlin’s always in his ear advising him to see things from her point of view.

In the end, Arthur is swayed, Morgana has claimed her own magic, Merlin’s is revealed, and Gwen and her Merry Men have Uther in a bind. When Uther still refuses to lift the ban, Arthur does as Merlin has been not-so-subtly suggesting and usurps him. Magic is free and Camelot once again. And, best of all: Gwen gets the girl, of course.

[4rainynite]

EAH Dorm Rooms Headcanon pt 14

Sparrow

He's an obnoxious rockstar with a bad boy streak.

Unlike the other students at Ever After High School, Sparrow lives by himself in a treehouse in the Enchanted Forest.

My headcanon is that during Freedom Year (Freshmen Year) Sparrow annoyed his roommate and the entire boys and girls dorm so much Headmaster Grimm got many complaints about Sparrow. I can see Sparrow complaining to his mom about not having any space and the roommate problem, so before the last day of school Maid Marian and Sparrow had a talk with Headmaster Grimm. Maid Marian suggested that Sparrow should have his own dorm room for Legacy Year, only from Headmaster Grimm to counter that Sparrow rooming alone won't stop the noise problem. As Maid Marian and Headmaster Grimm discuss Sparrow's arrangement, Sparrow stares out of a window to see the Enchanted Forest and gets an idea- he can live in the Enchanted Forest during the school year. Headmaster Grimm was reluctant to allow a student to live off-campus until they made a deal that Sparrow had to arrive on campus every day before breakfast.

It was actually stated in 'Truth or Hair' that:

Like the other Ever After High students, Sparrow Hood had a dormitory room on campus, but he mostly hung out in his special tree house, on the outskirts of campus. Sometimes he even crashed there. Holly guessed that the headmaster had approved this living arrangement because it fit with Sparrow’s destiny to be an outsider, living in the woods, just as it fit with her destiny to sleep in a tower. Most everyone was happy that Sparrow spent a lot of time out there. If he’d been in the dorm, his late-night practice sessions would have kept most of the students awake.

Despite being the son of two heroic figures (yes, Maid Marian is heroic) Sparrow has more of a - I don't want to say villainous- more of an annoying conman. Sparrow would rather be a musician than a hero, the only thing he has in common with his father is that they are thieves.

The only time we get to see Sparrow's treehouse is in 'True Hearts Day Part 3', and we get a good description of the treehouse in 'Next Top Villian' & 'Truth or Hair'.

In the books Sparrow’s treehouse is described as:

And there it was, a tree house like no other she’d seen, perched at the tops of two massive fir trees. It had been built from a hodgepodge of materials—old doors and window frames, leftover siding from barns and cabins. There was even a hull from an old boat. Duchess began to climb the wooden staircase that wound around and around one of the trunks. Sparrow didn’t live in the dormitory with the other boy students. He’d claimed this space as his own. He was an outsider who didn’t seem to care about fitting in. A bow and a quiver of arrows hung from a hook at the entry.

Sparrow was standing on a small stage, a microphone perched on a stand. His guitar was plugged into an amp.

The decor was what some might call rocker. She would never want to live in such a mess. The beanbag chairs were patched and faded, and the old couch leaked stuffing. Soda cans and latte cups lay everywhere, as did a thick coat of dust. Sparrow desperately needed an army of cleaning fairies.

The interior wasn’t as delightful, and was badly in need of a professional decorator. A faded rug covered some of the patchwork floor. The furniture consisted of beanbag chairs, an old stained couch, and a bunch of mismatched pillows. A stage had been set up in the back half of the room, with all the Merry Men’s equipment. Soda cans and chips bags littered almost every surface.

From the descriptions Sparrow is a messy person (bet he gives the Wonderlanders' rooms a run for their money).

In the books Sparrow has a kitchen in the treehouse to feed himself and his bandmates. He would also have a bathroom with a toilet and shower, and for some weird reason it's covered in bathroom graffiti that he and his bandmates did for the rocker look.

Sparrow said that students can download his songs so he must have an audio studio to produce his music.

Sparrow has a huge collection of guitars and bows and arrows on one of his walls.

Sparrow's Merry Men not only practice in his treehouse, but sometimes crash there during late night sessions.

I believe like Holly & Poppy's dorm, Sparrow's treehouse is divided in two: the bottom half is where he practices and chills with friends and upstairs is his sleeping quarters.

I can see his bedroom just as littered as his downstairs section. With a mattress in the middle of the floor or a hammock, posters all over the walls & ceiling, and a special case for his guitar.

There was an artist on Tumblr who was a huge Duchess/Sparrow shipper and actual drew Sparrow's tree house. Sadly, they left Tumblr and after looking through multiple EAH accounts I can't find it. If someone knows where to find it, please send me a link.

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