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to makechampcordova:

She agreed with that fact completely. If she had money again, she certainly wouldn’t be letting anyone take it off her. If that meant hiding it, then that was just a fact of life. “Yeah, exactly. But I think when you’re in the spotlight, everyone has their attention on you. So if they find any little slip up, they won’t be afraid to use it against you. It’s how the world works unfortunately.” She shrugged, a confused look appearing on her face at his proposal. “That’s not really my thing.. I don’t care for power that much and honestly, the town heads don’t listen to anything I have to say anyway. I kind of like it that way, then they don’t bother me so much. Why do you ask?”

“I don’t care much for power, either. I care so little, I prefer most people not have it,” Robin explained, fighting back the urge to kick his feet up on the table. Even those in the spotlight still had some kind of power. It just looked like this Dance Mom lady met the wrong kind of people. “Just wondering. Getting a feel if I’m the only one with any suspicions against the mayors. Have to be careful I don’t ask that of the wrong sort of people, though. Although if they ever do anything to make you change your mind, let me know. You can always find me at the Ranger station, or at least someone there will know how to locate me.”

#ft gina

gidgetgetit

“Did you hear that?” Fiona questioned, her head tilting to the side in order to hear the world around her better. It had been an odd sound but recently she hadn’t been sure if the strange noises she was hearing were all in her head or not.

robinhoodtf-blog

“That depends on what you mean specifically,” Robin said carefully, moving up to place his head precariously close to hers to see if that would help any. They were in the forest, just outside the ranger station. He’d just gotten back from giving a wildlife tour and was putting up some of his equipment. “Could have been a whippoorwill, or a cicada, or a branch cracking, or even your own heart beating if you can believe it. Describe what it sounded like and I’ll let you know what it is.”

#ft fiona

janeyjane-porter:

“Sounds great. That’s better.” She nodded, hands on hips and a bright smile.” Looking out past the trail Jane’s eyes widen. Their was so much she hadn’t seen and going off the trail sounded like a perfect idea. “Am I okay with that? Um excuse me have you met me, going off the beaten path is what I live for.” Jane lagged behind more often then naught and and she never got too far before someone dragged her back, so getting to go was exciting. “Oh I love surprises. Some people don’t, but I personally like to keep somethings a mystery!”

“You’ll have to stay close, though, okay? I promise I won’t go too fast, but this is your escort mission. I’m supposed to go at your pace.” With that, he started making headway into the trail until they came to a small red mark on a tree. The underbrush parted ways a little but it was enough for them to push through. From here on out, Robin would have to rely on his sense of direction and any landmarks to make sure they wouldn’t get lost. “See? Mystery is the way to go! No one likes things planned out for them all day and all night, right? You’ll like this surprise, though, I hope. Just make sure you have that sketchpad I’ve seen you carry ready.” It took some tromping through thick foliage and making it over a fallen tree, but eventually the sound of a rushing stream broke through the mostly silent forest. He stopped and waited for Jane to catch up a little before finishing the trek to the brook. He stood at the treeline, just admiring the way the water so expertly wound itself around the hillside. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

#ft jane

madeline-morris:

Biting her lip to stop from showing her surprise at receiving flowers, Madeline accepted them with all the grace she could muster and leaned up on her toes, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek in appreciation. “Thank you, Robin. They’re lovely.” She remarked with a growing smile, ducking down and hiding the flowers behind her back as she pet Henry’s head. “Such a smart little thing- it feels like I haven’t seen you in forever. How are you doing, Lover Boy?” She cooed, giving the animal one more pat before returning to her feet and backing into her home.

“Come on in, I’ll fix Thunderbolt his bottle and then we can start to eat. You could help me get the flowers in some fresh water… if you don’t mind.” Madeline offered, trying to keep her tone light and not let the waves of nerves roll into her voice. Waiting until fawn and man were out of the doorway, the attorney closed the door behind them both and pattered her way to the kitchen, listening for sounds of them following. Once she reached the kitchen, Madeline headed for the fridge and pulled out a bottle full of milk, reaching for her apron attached to the side of the appliance as she twisted on the cap. Moving back to her faucet, Madeline slipped the top over her head and began to warm the bottle under the heated water, realizing she had stopped talking in her focus on the bottle. “How was your day, Robin?” She asked, turning over her shoulder to offer him an apologetic smile. “Any interesting news from the ranger station?”

Robin could feel his face heating up. He didn’t know that, at thirty five, he still had the capacity to blush, but it seemed that was one thing that did not go away with age. His mouth hurt from smiling because no matter how many times he’d thought about what it would be like to walk into Madeline’s home for an actual date, he didn’t want to get his hopes up too high and think it would actually happen. He was still in the ‘pinch me’ mode of his excitement--going through the motions as though everything would end in a second and he’d wake up alone in his camper. He watched as she so expertly spoke to Henry--and how the fawn responded as if he actually remembered her. Robin wasn’t sure how the inner workings of a fawn’s memory functioned. He knew nature--but not that well.

He was thankful Madeline had bottles. While Henry definitely took to eating from a saucer, it was rather messy and he didn’t eat as much as he could have. A bottle would be much easier for all of them--and more comforting to Henry. He followed her to the kitchen, taking the flowers with him to get them some fresh water. No sooner had he stepped to the side and set the flowers on the counter, did Madeline take his place at the sink, warming the bottle. He hadn’t expected to see her in an apron and he felt the sudden need to kneel down and bury his face in Henry’s fur just to keep himself from looking too happy to see her go from Ace Attorney to Domestic Goddess in such a short timespan. He was positively glowing. He got to see a new side of her he’d never seen before. “I’ve been keeping busy with some private tours, to be honest. I have a frequent tour enthusiast who keeps getting lost so I’ve opted to escort her to various places for her to sketch. It certainly beats having to give group tours.” He stood up, then, and pulled out his cell phone, thumbing through it to find he app he wanted. “I’ve also taken a poll throughout Charming on my day off to see who all preferred Henry or Thunderbolt, and it seems like it’s pretty even. Are we going to have to compromise or find a tie-breaker?” He held up the phone for her to see while she warmed the bottle. It showed his notepad app with all the little tally marks behind the names.

#ft madeline

sleepyrory:

“Do you ever find your job to be… I don’t know, frightening? Like it’s more than you ever bargained for?” Aurora wondered. She could never put her life on the line everyday. Unfortunately, she’d spend more time wondering what it’d be like to just sacrifice herself than to fight and protect those she signed on to protect. “You won’t harm the lion right?”

“I don’t find it to be too frightening, actually,” Robin said truthfully. “There are much, much worse jobs out there. Like anything in the Town Hall.” He’d tried, once, to work in Town Hall when he first got home years ago... but it hadn’t worked out. He would take getting mauled by a bear and dying a hero than being stuck in the endless loops of red tape and injustice as a public servant. “I will not harm the lion. Just make sure it’s moved on. Promise.”

#ft aurora

babesreyes:

Little dove. The words cut through all her disorientation, flashes of her mistake of a visit to the tattoo shop flitting through her mind. At least he hadn’t called her little bird, or else she imagined she might have let out a truly awful squawk — though he was cooing, Bianca noted, bristling slightly. She could still understand the English language when she was shifted, she wanted to retort, but to be fair his expression did seem earnest, and so instead she settled down, anxiously pulling her wings closer around herself to hide the worst of the feather loss. After all, what if she tried to fly away and he tried to snatch her out of the air? Twitching at the gentle tone of his voice, Bianca debated taking off anyway and just avoiding him like the plague once she’d shifted back, in spite of the kind assurances he was trying to offer her. This wasn’t something she liked to advertise, let alone talk about at all, and much less show anyone. In fact, she’d spent years taking great pains to prevent being seen like this — like some sort of wretched, broken thing — and in a moment of weakness, her cover felt blown. She eyed him through the leaves as he introduced himself, letting out a small chirp as he tried to relate. Didn’t he realize how lucky he was that he couldn’t? There was something inherently wrong with her, phantom aches radiating from where her feathers never grew every time she shifted her wings to hide herself a little more. She let silence lapse between them, let him wait — not that she knew what she wanted to do. But maybe… It was a long shot, but he was a ranger, wasn’t he? Maybe he’d seen cases like this, maybe he could help her? Then again, the last time she’d hoped for help, well. Hesitating, Bianca nudged through the leaves, wings folded protectively over herself as she paused halfway, letting out a nervous tweet. It’d taken this long to run into him, she reasoned — so if she had to avoid him after this, maybe it wouldn’t be so difficult.

Robin liked to think of himself as the animal whisperer... with a little twist and a small, gentle touch, he could calm even a fox in a bear trap. He hadn’t ever tried to calm a shape-shifter, though. He honestly didn’t know very much about them. He found most shifters either didn’t talk about their ability or simply never shifted in front of anyone, hence all the secrecy and why he wasn’t familiar with the species as a whole. It seemed this woman was in the same boat. The right thing would be to leave her alone. Step away. Let her get out whatever it was that she needed to get out. Did she have to spend a certain amount of time shifted? "Hey, is this why you were upset?” he asked softly, now sitting cross-legged in the brush, a few inches away from the bush, talking to her, but wondering if he was merely talking to himself. “You didn’t want me to see you like this? Or are you shifted to hide from someone who was pursuing you? We can use the one tweet for yes and twice for no if you like. Either way, you can keep me company while I make sure this area is cleared. It would help me out a lot. But... first question first: Do you not like people seeing you like this?”

#ft bianca

madeline-morris-blog

The day at work seemed to slip by, Madeline barely got a good hold on the day before it was over. Swallowing hard as the clock’s hands told her it was time to get home, she took a deep breath and collected her things slowly. She may have called him and told him bits of how she felt, it didn’t mean this was about to be a walk in the park. But it also didn’t mean this was supposed to be hard. Like Meg said, this was a date. Something he seemed to want as much as she did… but what if he started to rethink it all after her phone call? Her feet carried her back home on autopilot, barely registering anything until she stood in her living room. Dropping her bag by the couch, Madeline scrubbed a hand through her hair and walked upstairs. She needed to get ready, and there was no way she was going to wear attorney clothes- she could only imagine how much he would tease her for that one.

Madeline had told him six, and after getting off at four, she only had a precious few hours to get ready for their date. A quick shower, outfit change and touch up on makeup meant Madeline only had a quarter of that time until he was supposed to be over. Which essentially meant she needed to order food now. As she placed the order, she walked around her living room, looking for anything that wasn’t right in a room she had combed over for the same purpose last night. It was hopeless, she was a small wreck of excitement and nerves. When the food came, Madeline worked on autopilot to do nothing more than set it out at the table, trying to use some forties jazz to calm her nerves like her father used to try. When the bell rang, she felt her spine immediately straighten, her middle finger and thumb beginning to tap against one another like they did every time she got nervous. Taking one final breath to relax her, Madeline walked to the door, opening it and feeling a genuine smile cross her face as she saw him. “Hello, Robin.” @robinhoodtf

robinhoodtf-blog

At first Robin thought he could get away with wearing cut up jeans and a flanel button-down but as six o'clock on Friday drew closer, he realized he should probably put a bit more effort into his appearance. He didn't have a shower at the camper and usually cleaned up at the ranger station. So that's where he found himself in the middle of the afternoon, making sure he actually trimmed his beard to look a little purposely disheveled instead of accidentally so. He opted for a pair of khakis and the one part of his only suit that fit: the shirt and tie. He spent the better part of an hour trying to look up YouTube videos on how to correctly tie it. Every time he'd ever worn a tie before, someone else did it for him, or he exemplified the 'slightly ill-maintained-but-still-looks-good' knot. He usually never spent that much time getting ready for anything, so when he emerged after locking himself up for nearly two hours, he received some rather odd looks from the other rangers. After one good look at him told them everything they needed to know, he was sent out of the station with a lot of high fives, back pats and catcalls.

The sendoff did little to calm his nerves. It was Henry Thunderbolt who had that job. Madeline requested he come along, so Robin affixed a collar and a leash to him, and let him travel in the passenger seat. It took a bit of coaxing to the point that Robin thought he was going to have to carry the fawn in a bag like a high end socialite, but a few licks of sugar later and the baby was toddling alongside Robin as they made their way from Robin's rusty old pickup truck to Madeline's doorstep.

As he approached Madeline's home, he made a mental checklist to make sure he had everything he needed. Fawn. Flowers (some of them eaten by said Fawn). Bottle of wine---shit, he forgot the bottle of wine. He opted to ring the doorbell anyway and just go for it. It was a little after six anyway. When she opened the door, he smile wide and held out the half-eaten flowers. "Evening, Madeline," he responded in turn. "I think Henry wants to say hello, too," he nodded toward the fawn who now decided it was a good idea to try and nibble on Madeline's welcome mat. "He's reading," Robin explained in a whisper. "So smart."

#ft madeline

drusillakane:

“What is it for?”

“Oh... you looked completely different from behind. Almost like someone who cared. It’s not really not important enough for you.”

#ft drusilla #I'm so sorry #he is bitter #but i thought this would match what we talked about!

lilblondeflower:

“She’s got her fathers nose but I’m sort of proud she got my dimples that’s for sure. And my eyes. I uh.. th-thank you. I was afraid for sure, of the judgment, but she’s worth it.” She bounced Inna slightly and gave a smile, “How have you been Robin? It’s been awhile since we’ve spoken.”

“Wait... who is the father?” he thought he knew, but he didn’t want to make an assumptions. He smiled at the baby, though. He always liked children and small animals and other things that couldn’t talk back to him and just sat there and looked adorable. Maybe when Inna was older, he’d teach her how to survive in the woods. “I’ve been surviving, you know. Making it day to day. Been thinking about throwing a barbecue at my place. And this time I’ll remember to buy enough of those mosquito torches. What made you decide to come clean about little Inna here?” He wanted to ask if he could hold her, but thought maybe his face would be too intimidating.

#ft rapunzel

thomasxeverett:

“I’m assuming Madeline voted for him to be named Henry? Have to say I don’t know if I could see her voting for Thunderbolt.” He laughed, shaking his head a bit. “It could be Henry Thunderbolt. Has a bit of a ring to it.” Thomas commented. “Well, I’m sure he will be fine. Once he gets a chance to get out there and explore, he will find where he belongs.”

“Yeah, but that’s not fair. You know us too well,” Robin joked. “I hope you’re right because I’m worried for him already... and I’ve taken care of a lot of injured and endangered animals. But what about you, man? Anything interesting happen since the last time we spoke?”

#ft thomas

mvnnve:

“H-H-Henry.”

“Alrighty, one for Henry,” Robin ticked off the answer on his phone. “Excellent choice, even if it wasn’t my first.” He paused, raising an eyebrow. “You alright? You seem nervous.”

#ft minnie #this is me going by her gif

megxrx:

A walk with Madeline? Could this be Madeline’s mysterious stranger who she was torn about dating? Meg eyed the man, nodding. “Gonna be one hell of an intimidating fawn. Why weren’t you going to name him?” Easy on the eyes - not her type, but she doubted her and Madeline shared that in common.

“Once you name something, you get attached. Form a bond,” Robin explained. “And I’m supposed to let him go once he’s healthy enough.” He didn’t much care for that part of the deal, but he knew what he was getting into when he first picked up the fawn. “I’m hoping his name will instill some kind of ingrained greatness i him and he’ll become king of the Dark Forest.”

#ft meg

pwrlessfiona:

“I much prefer Henry. It sounds far more sophisticated.”

“Well you’re not wrong,” Robin said, giving another vote to Henry. “Both names seem to project a kind of ideal, right? Thunderbolt mean strength and Henry means sophistication.”

#ft fiona

curtis-bonnet:

“I think it depends on what you’re trying to name. If it’s a car, it’s cliche but I’d say Thunderbolt. A child, you’re better off going with Henry.”

“It would be even funnier to drive an actual Ford Thunderbolt and name it Thunderbolt,” Robin said with a grin. “But I mean, Henry was also a Ford. Maybe we should name it Harrison.” He knew he was being vague with his pronouns but he was half spacing out on his phone.