#fox and the hound first edition

[first-edition]

Update

Not to worry my followers you shall receive you sandor sustenance soon a short fic and a new chapter of fox and the hound!!!

[onion-of-modesty]

Fox and Flowers

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Summary: Fox gets a surprise and some feelings.

Words: 760

Warnings: None

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Fox has no idea what he is going to do with a bouquet of the ugliest flowers that he has ever seen. The heads of the flowers were drooping on crushed stems. The smell of  dirt clinging to the roots overpowered any smell the flowers might have.

The comm channel crackles with laughter as he stares bewildered at the civilian cadet who had just shoved them in his hand.

"I think you're supposed to say thank you, Commander."

"Shut it Hound," Fox snaps back as the lieutenant's squad walks up behind him.

A woman scurries over from a group of refugees taking shelter under the nearby bridge.

"I'm sorry they are bothering you," She said as she steers the cadet around, not looking at them.

"No harm done ma'am," Fox replies.

The refugee nods and tugs the cadet along. A few steps away she started harshly whispering down at the cadet, "I told you not to go near them."

"Pal'nor said that you lied! They won't eat me!" The cadet protests, "I'm bored. And you won't play with me. I want someone to play with me!"

"Quiet down," The woman shushes them, "and don't run off again," She said as she pulls them back into the group of refugees.

"Aww, they wanted to play with the big bad Commander," Hound coos, "They could probably see your big heart shining through."

"Shining through what, my teeth?"

"Through all those gaps in your armor, obviously. They could see enough to defend your eating habits, sir, and they even still wanted to play with you. Grizzer would have loved to join you too," Hound says, patting said mastiff on the head.

Fox sighs and looks down at Grizzer, "Focus on your patrol sergeant. The separatists might still try something before the transport arrives."

"Good luck convincing the senator to agree to more guards, sir," Hound replies, snapping out a sunny salute.

"Balmont, Rot, Fi, don't follow the sergeant's example," Fox instructs them with another sigh. He knows they already have been infected with Hound's sense of humor and really doesn't need them sassing him too.

"Yes sir," they snap out their own salutes.

"Commander," Hound whines in protest.

Fox shakes his head and watches them move on before going on his own way.

As he walks by the refugees, Fox can spot the cadet straining to look at him around the adults surrounding them. When they see the flowers still dangling in his hand they beam.

Fox continues past them and he can feel the glare of their caretaker trying to burn a hole through his armor. He needs to get to Senator Organa sooner than later, the senator took far too many risks with his safety. Decent senators are already rare enough, no need to let one of the best get themselves killed.

As Fox gets closer to the building that the senator is using as a base of operation, he pauses. Looking down at the flowers in his hand he feels his chest warm and the edge of his mouth lifts.

He can't help but imagine a small figure with dark curly hair and warm brown eyes sparkling up at him. A bright smile taking over their face. Small dirty fingers holding out a bundle of freshly collected flowers.

Well, the flowers weren't nearly as bad as some of the boutiques he has seen delivered in the Senate Rotunda. Now if only because they were delivered with a smile rather than a bribe.

He supposes nat-born cadets could be quite sweet, but Fox greatly prefers his own clone shinies. Not only did they come to him capable of following instructions, they also don't throw tantrums. Usually.

Making up his mind Fox looks for an out of sight spot to put the flowers down and sees a supply box that has been emptied and left behind. He puts them down in its shadow. He doesn't want anyone else taking them. It's an easy enough place to be able to retrieve from later, if he desires to.

There have been some times when Fox has seen some real flowers being kept after being dried. He can stick one of the less smushed flowers in his supply pouch and see if there is a way to dry it on the way back to Coruscant. No reason not to keep a good memory, though he'll need to hide it from Hound.

Now if he could just get Senator Organa to remember that he is more reasonable than Senator Amidala, and accept an improved guard rotation.

[spectralreplica]

But do you think the plan will work?

Oumota: tarot reading edition! I had this idea during Oumota Week and just got around to finishing it now 😔. At first I thought about giving Sun to Kaito and Moon to Kokichi (a la Reversed Sun by grayimperia), but I think it works better to have them both in each card, to highlight the parallels. (If you want more explanation of my design thoughts, I'll put it under a cut at the end.)

General tarot meanings:

The Sun: happiness, confidence, success, optimism, innocence/childhood, inspiring others, internal motivation, truth

The Moon: illusion, imagination, uncertainty, secrets, confusion, intuition/the subconscious, fears influencing you, insecurity

The Star: hope, regaining inspiration, renewal, healing, moving on, new purpose, calm after the storm (Reversed Star: despair, lack of faith, pessimism, boredom, anxiety, being overwhelmed by past problems)

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I feel like while Kaito is naturally more Sun coded and Kokichi more Moon coded, they have some qualities of both cards. And Star vs Reversed Star is so temping to bring in for DR.

I was thinking of it as a past, present, future kind of reading, but also maybe situation, action, outcome. Starting out with high self confidence and some childish black and white thinking. (Maybe a little over confident and childish to the point of egotism and inflexibility, shades of reversed sun...). Covering for insecurities by projecting a fake persona to everyone around, doubling down on the lies and self-deception a la chapter 5. Finally, either coming through everything stronger, with renewed hope, or else crashing and burning, overwhelmed by unacknowledged issues that have built up.

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As for the specific imagery...

Sun: I stuck pretty close to the traditional imagery here. The flag/banner has their respective prints on it, and I put Kaito on Mars while Kokichi remains on Earth. It's also sundown or sunset for Kokichi; is he moving towards the Moon or away? The horse is obv. very chess piece inspired. Kokichi gets his King Horse a la the mask on his bed, and I gave Kaito a pegasus because flying.

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Moon: Moving a little bit away from traditional imagery as more of the canon situation seeps in, but still pretty close. The moon floats "outside" the cage, wearing their respective false faces. (We know from the ending that the skyline on those glass panels isn't real...) They both have an Exisal in the background in place of one of the towers, but Kaito has a bamboo grove a la Princess Kaguya; Kaguya came from the moon and she will go back, no matter how much people on Earth love her. Kokichi has one of the racks that sits beside shrines where you're supposed to tie bad/unlucky omikuji (paper fortunes) so that the bad luck doesn't follow you; living in purposeful denial of bad things, but they lurk there on the horizon.

They both still have at least one dog/wolf, but I gave Kokichi a fox because of their association with being tricksters. Also, wolves and foxes, as predators, are framed as villains in stories, but at the same time it's also not uncommon to see them as heroes (stereotype of predator/hunter vs stereotype of bravery/nobility and cleverness). Also, contrast of fox and hound, like the clash of Kokichi presenting himself as childish + annoying vs a genuine threat. Kaito has the dog, monkey, and pheasant that accompanied Momotaro, continuing his fairytale theme.

Everyone seems to argue over what the crawfish means in the original, but I went with the interpretation of moving from water to land, evolution, things coming to the surface. So, Kaito has a koi. I think most people know about the "koi climbs a waterfall and becomes a dragon" thing because of Magikarp, but here it is again just in case! Kaito's got an aquatic creature struggling against its nature in hopes of someday actually transforming into something grander. Kokichi has a poison dart frog. Already amphibious, so it can go between water and land freely, but visibly harmful to anyone who tries to get close.

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Star: The least traditional imagery and the most V3 canon imagery. There's still a tree, but it's a pine tree. ...I dunno, no explanation for that, it just looked nice 🤷‍♀️The two jugs are replaced with the poison and antidote bottles. Originally, they're supposed to represent the conscious and subconscious and pour in two different places, but here they're mixing together directly. V3 resolves the "truth vs lies" theme by arguing you have to accept ambiguity. Also, Kaito and Kokichi's whole plan rests on them managing to work together to obscure exactly who is in the Exisal in the end.

There's a figure in the foreground in Kaito's jacket, but they're just a silhouette (a la the culprit); it's not either of them, it's both, and they're reaching beyond the bounds of the game. The star in the sky is ringed by the trial podiums, since all of their hope for the future rests in derailing the next trial. Can they win? Well, Shuichi and Kiibo are at the top, the two people they (or at least Kokichi...) know can be problems, but Tsumugi is specifically blocked from view, always overlooked...

[polarisblitzwing]

FRI3NDSFOR3VER AU (Part 2)

Little 5 year old Ford and Bill! ✨️

In this AU, these two met about five months before this moment, by them both attempting interdimensional dreamwalking and their powers reaching out to each other by chance :]

Posting the parts of the AU in order of what feels narratively important for the next parts (potentially, if my motivation keeps up! ^^)

Audio: "Fox and the Hound" movie (Copper's lines edited by me)

Here is the first part ~

[gwaedhannen]

Dispossessed

They don’t drift apart so much as never coagulate again.

Celegorm vanishes into the deep woods as hastily as he can manage, before the shock of his Return (“Him first? Of all of them!?”) fully ebbs; if the hounds of Oromë howl in strange voices, they have always been a little wild.

Caranthir builds a house on a quiet hillside, and counts naught but the stitches in his tapestries; he has not ceased to weave since with the first thread he closed his harsh mouth for ever.

Curufin lifts a hammer once—and sees only shattered fingers upon the anvil.

Maedhros lies at the feet of Mercy Undeserved until he remembers how to cry again, then dons a dark veil of his own, padding through the halls of Fui to lend what tears he may, unnumbered as they are.

Ambarussa are never seen again—not directly; a lick of flame, trembling leaves, a fox’s scream; at the edge of perception, copper entwines with fate, glimmering beyond reach.

Maglor returns with pride tempered but unquenched, with a tongue tired of laments, with many deeds of selfless kindness ready for praise, with expectations—and finds ashes, and a land long moved on.

Edit: now on AO3 with some slight changes: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53245837

[embersekai]

Happy (Very) Belated Anniversary, Deltarune!

(sry 4 not posting like 2 mths. rl keeps me soo busy. I dislike it >:/)

Whaddup, my fellow hounds! Welcome back to my blog! I know its birthday has already passed, but its still its 5th year of existing.

So, I thought of doing an edit of Jack-o-Lanterns with carvings of the cast since Deltarune was first released in October 31, 2018.

Enjoy!

Credits

Pumpkin Stack © Getty Images (filtered)

Kris, Susie, & Ralsei © Toby Fox, Deltarune

[we-were-beautiful]

Guys, I forgot to post this up here last night once I finished up the edits that needed to be made. But I did a thing. This is the first long fanfiction I have decided to write since I abandoned my first fanfic that was about 90k words. This ended up being 9k words after editing. And I cut about a thousand words before my beta reader went over it.

If you like Fourth Wing you might like this. It is a Xaden Riorson X Melgren!OC fic in which Autumn our leading lady makes her way through all the shenanigans at Basgiath. I really suck at writing summaries; I know I need to work on that.

Also a huge thank you to my lovely Beta for this story @danikasthings. They are a god send and extremely wonderful to work with.

The next little project I am working on is Part 5 of The Fox and The Hounds. Which I am currently trying to figure out how to connect the scene I have currently worked out. I’m shooting to have that one finished up by Sunday and off to the Beta Reader by Monday but I make no promises.

[albinofetus]

Happy official 18th anniversary to Bambi II! It came out in VHS and DVD on February 7th, 2006! It's an interquel to Bambi right after his mother's death, and it's about Bambi developing a relationship with The Great Prince! It featured the voice talents of Alexander Gould (Nemo) as Bambi, Patrick Stewart (Charles Xavier and Picard) as The Great Prince, Brendon Baerg as Thumper, Nicky Jones (Chowder) as Flower and Andrea Bowen as Faline! It contains Disney's Fast Play, previews for Lady and the Tramp Special Edition for the first time ever on 2-Disc Special Edition DVD February 28th, 2006, Disney's Movie Surfers featuring The Wild and The Shaggy Dog (2006), both are coming to theaters soon, Brother Bear 2 coming to Disney DVD August 29th, 2006, Air Buddies coming soon to Disney DVD, The Fox and the Hound 2 coming to Disney DVD December 12th, 2006, Pooh's Grand Adventure: The Search for Christopher Robin for the first time ever on Disney DVD April 11th, 2006, Leroy & Stitch coming to Disney DVD June 27th, 2006 and the promo for Jojo's Circus on Playhouse Disney!

[numetaljackdog]

Top 100 favorite albums as of March 2023 (full list under cut)

1. Radiohead - Amnesiac

2. Linkin Park - Hybrid Theory (Bonus Edition)

3. Rina Sawayama - Sawayama (Deluxe Edition)

4. Black Dresses - Forget Your Own Face

5. 100 gecs - 10000 gecs

6. Laura Les - i just dont wanna name it anything with "beach" in the title

7. 100 gecs - 1000 gecs

8. Bring Me the Horizon - Sempiternal (Deluxe Edition)

9. Linkin Park - Meteora

10. Linkin Park - A Thousand Suns

11. System of a Down - Toxicity

12. Radiohead - Kid A

13. Toby Fox - UNDERTALE Soundtrack

14. Linkin Park - Reanimation

15. My Chemical Romance - The Black Parade / Living with Ghosts (The 10th Anniversary Edition)

16. Radiohead - OK Computer

17. Against Me! - Transgender Dysphoria Blues

18. Linkin Park - Minutes to Midnight (Deluxe Version)

19. 100 gecs - 100 gecs

20. My Chemical Romance - Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge

21. Laura Les - hello kitty skates to the fuckin CEMETARY

22. Torres - Silver Tongue

23. Left At London - t.i.a.p.f.y.h.

24. Nirvana - Nevermind (Deluxe Edition)

25. food house, Gupi & Fraxiom - Food House

26. Chevelle - Wonder What's Next (Expanded Edition)

27. Tallah - Matriphagy

28. Breaking Benjamin - Dear Agony

29. Motionless in White - Creatures (Deluxe Edition)

30. Limp Bizkit - Significant Other (Explicit Version)

31. Limp Bizkit - Three Dollar Bill, Y'all $

32. Ada Rook - UGLY DEATH NO REDEMPTION ANGEL CURSE I LOVE YOU

33. Laura Jane Grace - Stay Alive

34. Jethro Tull - Aqualung

35. Fontaines D.C. - Skinty Fia

36. BACKxWASH - HIS HAPPINESS SHALL COME FIRST EVEN THOUGH WE ARE SUFFERING

37. Bayside - Interrobang

38. Black Dresses - Forever In Your Heart

39. Three Days Grace - One-X

40. Sophie - Oil of Every Pearl's Un-Insides

41. 100 gecs - Snake Eyes

42. Linkin Park - Hybrid Theory EP

43. Kittie - Spit

44. BACKxWASH - I LIE HERE BURIED WITH MY RINGS AND MY DRESSES

45. Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here

46. Toby Fox - Deltarune Chapter 2 (Original Game Soundtrack)

47. Chongo - Mad Rat Monday

48. Nine Inch Nails - The Downward Spiral

49. Motionless in White - Infamous (Deluxe Edition)

50. Indigo Girls - Indigo Girls (Expanded Edition)

51. Talking Heads - Remain In Light (Deluxe Version)

52. My Chemical Romance - I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love

53. Spineshank - The Height of Callousness [Special Edition]

54. The Used - The Used

55. Linkin Park - Live in Texas

56. Baroness - Yellow & Green

57. Death Grips - The Money Store

58. Nirvana - In Utero - 20th Anniversary Remaster

59. Hozier - Wasteland, Baby!

60. Radiohead - In Rainbows

61. Bring Me the Horizon - There Is a Hell, Believe Me I've Seen It. There Is a Heaven, Let's Keep It a Secret

62. Three Days Grace - Human

63. Kendrick Lamar - To Pimp a Butterfly

64. Limp Bizkit - The Unquestionable Truth (Pt. 1)

65. Kate Bush - Hounds of Love (2018 Remaster)

66. Bring Me the Horizon - POST HUMAN: SURVIVAL HORROR

67. Bring Me the Horizon - That's The Spirit

68. Go! Child - Coffee And Ramen

69. Limp Bizkit - Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water

70. We Are The Union - Ordinary Life

71. Chevelle - This Type of Thinking (Could Do Us In)

72. Evanescence - Fallen

73. The Beach Boys - Pet Sounds

74. Jamie Paige - Bittersweet

75. Hayley Williams - Petals For Armor

76. Nirvana - Bleach

77. For the Likes of You - Withered

78. Bring Me the Horizon - Suicide Season Cut Up!

79. Lena Raine - Celeste (Original Soundtrack)

80. Holy Grail - Ride The Void

81. Tenacious D - The Pick of Destiny

82. a-ha - Scoundrel Days

83. Demon Hunter - Storm the Gates of Hell

84. Black Flag - Damaged

85. Masakazu Sugimori - Phoenix Wright - Ace Attorney OST

86. Kendrick Lamar - DAMN.

87. Alexisonfire - Crisis

88. Various Artists - Queen of the Damned

89. Limp Bizkit - Still Sucks

90. Alanis Morissette - Jagged Little Pill

91. Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits

92. Architects - Holy Hell

93. Laura Les - REMIXES 2017

94. Linkin Park - Living Things

95. brian david gilbert - songs with videos without videos

96. Frost Children - SPIRAL

97. Parkway Drive - Horizons

98. Limp Bizkit - Gold Cobra (Deluxe)

99. Various Artists - Phineas and Ferb

100. Vanilla Ice - Hard To Swallow

[birboon]

CIRCUS BOY

ACT 1 - Chapter One

PAIRING: Peter Parker x Dick Grayson

WORD COUNT: ~4k

ㅤㅤㅤDICK GRAYSON ADORED the spotlight. How could he not? It was what he'd grown up with. The tabloids had gone crazy when Bruce Wayne first took the newly orphaned boy beneath his wings, irrationally conservative newspapers sprouting unsavoury rumours on the 'truth' of his adoption. Coupled with some scarily intimate knowledge of the twelve-year old's life that journalists had no place in revealing, it made for a spectacle. But that's what came with being the ward of America's most eligible bachelor.

And having spent his earlier teenage years pent up inside to avoid the stalkers and paparazzi being thrown from the grounds of Wayne Manor, Dick relished in the attention. Mostly. The excitement had calmed down as he got older, but the public's interest never did: The gaggle of people gathered on the private landing slip awaiting his and Bruce's arrival proved just that. No doubt they were waiting for some fiasco, a slip up; the flash of the brilliant Wayne smile that the young Grayson had taught himself by copying Bruce to go with a quick scoop for the celebrity columns.

How they'd caught wind of their trip to Washington was beyond him, though. He'd kept it tightly under wraps but apparently modern media was the force that refused to quit. Dick's idea to visit the nation's capital had been a home run in his mind – a couple days away from the gloom and doom of Gotham that just so happened to coincide with his own agenda. He was there for a photoshoot: Teen vogue had been overflowing Bruce's spam with pleads for Dick to be on the cover of their Summer Edition and after a while he had tiredly given up ignoring them.

Of course, Dick had been the one to give the company his email. But what the man didn't know couldn't hurt him.

And, pure happenstance (though some weaseling with Lucius Fox didn't go awry), their little trip to D.C clashed with the grand opening of the new Wayne Enterprises' Washington office. Let Alfred never say Dick never did anything for him. Bruce Wayne was about due another public scandal. In hindsight... maybe it wasn't so hard to anticipate their coming here.

"I still don't see the point in me being here," Bruce grumbled as he straightened his cuffs, peering tiredly towards Dick. The jet lurched as it touched down on the airstrip and the boy grinned easily back at him, fingers gripping the leather arm-rests.

"It's your company, Bruce! The tower's been built with your money and your company's name plastered all over it," Dick condescended. "Which means you need to be there."

The man snorted, muscles shifting beneath his tailored suit as he stretched in his seat. "You're evil, conspiring with Alfred against me."

The boy kicked him indelicately in the shin, fishing a shiny phone from the pocket of his jeans: "It's hardly conspiring if we're both in on it. Here, hold still – I told Alf I'd let him know when we landed." He held the device up towards Bruce, tongue poking from his lips as he captured the man's confused glance in high definition.

"That's exactly what conspiring means, Dick," he said, a gentle frown gracing his handsome face as he watched the boy's rapid thumbs tap out a reply to one of their dear butler's sarcastic quips. "Is that Snapchat? How are you typing so quickly?"

"Do you know how old you just sounded?" the teen chortled, snapping another picture of the man's blank face.

"I'm only thirty."

"That's a poor argument," Dick replied, ducking his head as Bruce reached forward to comb through his dark locks roughly. He chanced a peek through one of the jet's windows, eyeing the bustling crowd poised and waiting outside. Bruce followed his gaze, and Dick watched the slight narrowing of his eyes, the tightening of his shoulders. He stared into the man's outwardly impassive face. "Relax, B. It's just reporters."

"You know just once I'd like to go somewhere and not be hounded," Bruce complained, features taut, and Dick took a mental note of the irritation in his voice. The teen shrugged, releasing his seatbelt. He tilted forward, tugging on the billionaire's tie with a charming grin as he spun into the aisle.

"what did you think this was gonna be? A vacation?" Dick asked jokingly, observing the careful adjustment of the patterned fabric. Bruce cast him a sharp look, a warning, sapphire eyes shadowed. Dick frowned. "I mean, it could be if you wanted –"

"We don't have time for a vacation," Bruce said, voice carefully guarded, and the teen's fingers twitched for something to do as he watched the man perfect his appearance. The billionaire smoothed out the invisible creases in his blazer before rising to his feet.

"I wouldn't mind, y'know. Spending some time together... away from it all."

"Gotham needs us. Like I said, we don't have the time," came the resounding sigh, and Dick's frown deepened further.

"We could make time," he insisted steadily, creeping forward. Bruce shook his head, hunching his shoulders to get a clearer view through the port windows of the bobbing heads gathered just beyond. "Batman could afford a day off and- you need to get away. Maybe the league –"

"The league has strict instructions to stay out of my city, Dick. The less meta-humans seen there, the better."

"Okay, then Ollie! He's like us, he could cover for a few days and we'd be back before you eve-"

"No," Bruce growled, turning towards his ward. He had that look in his eyes, the one he always got when his mind was made up. Dick's face mirrored his guardian's, stern and protected from any clear emotion.

"But Bruce –"

"I said no, Dick!"

The boy stared at him. At the faint rings beneath his eyes, covered by layers of make-up, at the slump in his shoulders and the slight preference he had for his right leg. Their life – their real life – was eating the man alive. Dick was tempted to retort, spit something mean to get his point across and scold the man just like Alfred would. But it would be too obvious to the press that they'd argued on the plane, and they couldn't risk the coverage.

"You should have gone with the teal," he said finally, words emotionless, and Bruce flinched ever so slightly. He gestured to the man's tie: "Red washes you out."

The Wayne pursed his mouth, meaning to reply, and the deep-set guilt in his eyes was setting Dick on edge for one of his 'you have to understand' speeches – as if the boy didn't get it. Like he was still the sniveling child Bruce had first knelt beside in the blood-soaked sands of the circus ring. "Dick, please –"

"Mister Wayne?" someone interjected softly. A pretty woman with cropped brown hair approached them gingerly, almost tiptoeing on eggshells as she made her way from the crew's quarters at the back of the cabin. Bruce's mouth snapped shut instantly. "The pilot says we're ready to disembark."

"My dear your timing is impeccable," came the man's guttural reply moments later. He winked playfully towards the hostess, eliciting a confused blush on the woman's face. "My hero."

"Let's just get this over with," Dick sighed, folding his arms across his chest as the two of them watched the blonde walk away. There was a sway in her step that hadn't been there before and he sniffed resolutely.

"You'll have to save me again sometime," Bruce called after her.

"And what, exactly, did she save you from?" Dick hissed. "Finally expressing your emotions?"

Bruce turned his attention to his ward, crystal eyes glittering. The switch between his personas was seamless, as usual. Dick always hated it; Brucie Wayne was the biggest pain in the ass imaginable. The teen held up a hand to silence the playboy immediately upon seeing the corners of his mouth twitch into a tricky smile.

"I'm not done. This - " he gestured between the two of them irritably. " - is not done. Don't think you can hide behind the idiot to escape me."

"Dickie, I could never hide behind you, you're far too small."

Dick Grimaced, drawing back against the velvet interior at the lop-sided grin sent his way. The socialite's mask was plastered firmly on. "You know what? Let's put a pin in this conversation," he muttered, spying the way Bruce's eyes lit up with the knowledge that he'd won. For now. "How about we give the public a surprise? Let's arrive fashionably early for once."

ㅤㅤㅤ

DICK COULD SENSE Bruce was mad at him, and a mad Batman in a confined space was trouble. Especially when you were trapped with him for the next seven miles.

The conversation on the plane had rattled the man. It was almost as if he didn't think the boy would notice that he was trying to work himself to an early grave. Dick had half a mind to turn their visit to Washington into the vacation Bruce was so scared of just to spite the man...

It may also have something to do with what Dick had dubbed the 'interview incident'. The newest scandal in a long line of similar mistakes the teen had made.

The original meeting had happened so long ago that he'd forgotten all about it - until one of the reporters that greeted them on the airfield brought it up again, thrusting Dick back into the unfortunate limelight: An interview with some moderately popular internet blogger had asked after some of the Wayne heir's hobbies, and it was safe to say they'd been satisfied.

The perfectly executed anecdote on 'that time he'd gone spelunking in South Africa' had seemed funny at the time, but now it was back to haunt them in all it's glory because Dick had tried to see the venomous sparkling in the interviewer's eyes as admiration rather than execration.

The blog just had to resurface now, didn't it?

Bruce was on his phone, sat at the opposite end of the limousine to Dick, scowling as he always did when reading the articles that the teen was involved in:

' 𝙱𝚁𝚄𝙲𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚈𝙽𝙴 𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙸𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙾𝚄𝚂 '𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃' '

"What were you thinking?" the man asked, exasperated. Dick slid down into his seat, looking away as Bruce threw his top of the range WayneTech mobile harshly onto the leather beside him. His eyes burned into Dick's head from across the way. "'My harness broke, it's lucky Bruce was there to catch me'? Really, Dick? I'm already deemed irresponsible enough, there's no need to rekindle a raging fire."

Dick winced, rubbing his thumb along the grooves of the plush seats awkwardly. "It makes you sound like a hero?"

"Bruce Wayne isn't a hero."

"He is to me," Dick asserted, chancing a glance up through his eyelashes to spot Bruce running a hand over his face. "What?"

Bruce let out a disgruntled growl, levelling the boy with a dangerous stare. "I'm not a good role model, Dick. We've established this."

"No, you established it. I can't help thinking you're cool."

"Oh for the love of - can you stop? What's wrong with you today, Dick?" the man demanded, brows furrowed. He looked furious, but Dick wasn't so sure the anger was directed towards him.

"Jeeze, Bruce, I don't know! Maybe it's just hard to watch someone you care about suffer," the teen snapped, gritting his teeth. Blue eyes widened momentarily, a splash of light quickly drowned. Bruce shook his head.

"If you're struggling with your duties as Robin, I can -"

"God, are you even listening to me?" Dick cried, aghast. "I'm worried about you, Bruce. We all are, hell even Clark said -"

"You've been speaking to Clark?"

"That's not the point! Everyone's worried about you Bruce. Alfred, Babs, Me, the League - you need a break from being in the dark all the time."

"So you arranged this trip?" Bruce concluded, settling back against his head rest. Coal black locks brushed against the roof of the limo. Dick nodded unsurely as the tension in the car reached it's breaking point. "I should have seen this coming."

The boy chose not to reply, instead observing the minute changes in his guardian's expression as he collected the facts in his head. Why it was so hard for Bruce to understand that there were people out there who loved him, Dick didn't understand.

He played with the thin gold chain hanging around his neck, an R-shaped pendant dangling from the end: Bruce had given it to him when Dick first came to live at the Manor. Had said it was in his father's possession when he'd died - an early birthday present they'd intended to give his son after the show.

"You know," Dick began in an effort to break the strangling silence threatening to overcome the vehicle. "Spelunking gives a pretty good excuse for the bruise on my back."

"What bruise?" Bruce asked, eyes snapping to his ward. Dick shrugged, focusing on pulling the rest of his shirt free from his jeans. Having it tucked in was so last season.

"From where that guy got the drop on me a couple days ago. By the harbour?" the boy continued, feeling the palpable stress in his veins begin to release at Bruce's willingness to move towards a different topic. "I think they were one of Penguin's."

"You never mentioned any injuries that night."

"I talked about it in the mission's write-up, I swear. I described it as 'disturbingly floral'!"

"Floral?" Bruce muttered, amused. He ran a hand vapidly through his dark hair. "I think I'd remember reading that one."

"Barbara probably deleted it to get me in trouble," the teen hummed non-committedly, gaze trailing towards the system's electronics piled beside the car's windows. "Hey, what'dya think these do?"

Bruce watched him carefully, a single eyebrow raised dramatically. "Don't break anything I'll have to pay for."

"Poor you, how could you cope?" Dick snickered, unbuckling himself so he could investigate the mismatch of buttons with a new-found fascination. Bruce grunted disapprovingly.

The Grayson boy was automatically drawn to the largest switch, one with a suspect symbol plastered atop, and he instinctively pushed it. A miniature disco ball descended from a hatch hidden in the roof, sending blinding orbs of light into Bruce's eyes as it reflected the pink and purple strobe LEDs accompanying it. The billionaire squinted, shielding his eyes and sending Dick a vexed glance as the boy let out a relived breath. He grinned haplessly towards his guardian: "Oh thank god. I thought it might've been an orgy button."

Blue eyes dulled with parental fear, though Bruce's lips couldn't quite seem to decide whether they wanted to grin or stay stern and resolute. "Don't use words you don't know the meaning of," he chided, the corners of his mouth tilting upwards ever so slightly.

"I know what it means," Dick reassured, grinning immaturely as Bruce's face twisted into horror-struck regret. "It's when a bunch of people get naked and -"

"Alright that's enough of that," the man admonished, and just like that their previous argument was all but forgiven and forgotten. He leaned over to turn the switch off and the disco ball receded, lights evaporating into a boring white glow. Dick laughed brightly, copying the look of disbelief on Bruce's face.

The billionaire took a sip from the champagne flute in his hands - diet ginger beer, Dick could smell it - lifting it away from his lap as the limousine sped downtown, the wheels squealing at a sharp right corner. Bruce was watching Dick through carefully narrowed eyes, a mixture of peaceful alarm making its way across his face as the boy opened his mouth to speak again:

"Have you ever had an orgy?" Dick asked. There was a beat between his words and Bruce's reply as the man swallowed back the rest of his carbonated drink. The silence spoke volumes.

"Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to, buddy," the man said carelessly. Dick wrinkled his nose as he caught wind of the guilt in the his disapproving stare, cheeks flaring up. Bruce's deep laugh rung in his ears as he turned his head away, unable to keep looking at the man. "You'd make a terrible journalist."

"I'd still be better than Clark," said Dick nonchalantly and Bruce smiled gently. The teen stared out of the blacked-out windows watching the world blur past, tinted in shadow.

"Still better than Clark," he agreed lightly. Dick threw him a contagious smile as the car began to slow, pulling up in front of a tall corporation building. Bruce returned it wearily, checking his watch as the engine rattled to extinction.

Dick crawled along the seats towards his mentor, throwing himself onto the man in an awkwardly positioned embrace. One arm was slung around the billionaire's shoulders, the other hanging limply off the edge of the chair, and Bruce let out a breath of surprise as he rested a hand between the boy's shoulder blades.

"This is my stop, B," the teen drew back with a grin, squeezing the man on the shoulder. "I'll see you later."

"Have fun, Dick."

"Without you?" the teen replied as the door slid open. He ducked from the limo with a boisterous thanks to the valet. "Never!"

He winked to Bruce as the door closed behind him, feeling the smile face from his face at the despondent look on the man's face. Great. He was still mad. Dick really thought he'd gotten off easy with the orgy stuff.

He beelined for the pretentious revolving doors, sliding into the lobby. Was it the right building? All signs pointed to yes - it was certainly rich enough to be the type of venue Vogue would hire out for their photoshoots - but the mass of people milling at reception was somewhat alarming. They were all wearing some weird blazer, so maybe they were here for a group shoot. Otherwise... Dick just hoped they weren't fans.

"Hi, could you tell me what level the teen vogue shoot is on?" he asked quietly, keeping his voice low to avoid attracting attention his way. The receptionist spun to him, blinking owlishly in recognition.

"Oh! Dick Grayson! What a pleasure, they said you'd be dropping by today," he said excitedly, and Dick withheld a sigh as a few heads snapped towards them. "You're looking for level two. When you get out the elevator it's the first door on the right."

"Uh, great. Thank you." One of the blazer-clad people - a teenager, a little younger than him by the looks of it - stepped out of their group towards him as he leaned away from the help desk.

She looked nervous - nice, but nervous - and her hesitation made Dick pause despite himself. He did love the spotlight, after all. With a wave, he beckoned her over.

"Holy- Hi, my name's Liz," she said excitedly, running a hand down her ponytail. She stumbled closer as one of her friends pushed her forwards. "I'm a big fan. I mean, wait is that creepy? I'm sorry, I -"

"It's fine, see? Not creeped out." Dick grinned as he gestured to himself. "Did you just want to say hi or...?"

"Oh! Could I get a picture? Is that okay?" She asked unsurely, and Dick shrugged. He cast a glance towards the elevator - it was on the fourth floor, he had time.

"I don't see why not!"

"Oh wow, thank you!" Liz pulled out a sleek iphone and Dick pressed closer to get in frame as she held it in front of them. It was always fun, stopping for a selfie. And the girl seemed sweet enough; as long as the entire group didn't want one there was no harm done. A quick press of the screen and Dick was already pulling away. First floor. Still time.

"It was lovely meeting you," Dick disengaged softly as he began to sidle away, and Liz nodded, holding her phone to her chest with brilliant eyes as the rest of the blazer gang gathered around her, whispering. The Grayson boy shot the girl a wink for the fun of it, beaming as her cheeks darkened and the giggles of her companions filled the room. The elevator was on the ground floor.

Dick stepped into the metal cube as soon as the doors began to open, holding a finger against the button for the second floor as if it would make it go faster. The cheery elevator music reverberated from the mirrored walls, and Dick stared into his reflection thoughtfully.

Liz had been nice. Some of the self-proclaimed 'Richard Grayson' fans out there were pretty weird. And he'd met a few. He'd read a few of their tumblr blogs, too. Creepy stuff. It was always nice to find a genuine admirer who was more interested in him than feeling up his ass. Although, her hand had drifted pretty low...

The second floor was just a little too grand for his taste. Very bare. The doors to the think-box slid open with a chime and Dick shimmied between them. He was greeted by an empty coffee shop, with wide panel windows overlooking the streets of Washington below and the same amount of chairs as there were trees in a square meter of desert. It was barren and it was sad and Dick couldn't remember what direction the receptionist had said to go. Left or right?

There was a random kid curled up on one of the mauve velvet sofas, feet dangling over the edge precariously close to a mug that had been placed on the oval coffee table without a coaster. If Dick did that sort of thing at the Manor, Alfred would throw a fit.

"Hello," he said, alarmingly loud even to his own ears, and the couch's occupant shot upright instantly as Dick strode towards them. His eyes flickered to a yellow blazer discarded to the side - the same that Liz and her friends had been wearing . "Are you here for the shoot?"

"Uh..."

"Were you on your way to the studio? I could use some help finding it."

Dick slumped down on the plush chair opposite the boy, raking his eyes over him. Messy brown hair, cute nose, pretty eyes - definitely a model. "I didn't know there was a - what even is this theme you're going for here? Looks like a school-kid thing, field trip maybe."

"I- I am on a field trip..."

"Already in character. Nice. That's strong, man, I salute you," Dick grinned. He reached forward absently, lifting the cup of now-cold hot chocolate to slide a coaster beneath it.

"Character? What are you talking about - who are you?" The model-boy asked and Dick detected a hint of concern in his quaking voice. He frowned, settling back against the sofa.

"Dick Grayson," he replied curtly, watching for recognition to wash over the boy's face. He didn't get what he was looking for. Dick was beginning to think he'd gotten the wrong impression. "You're here to model right? For Teen Vogue?"

"M-model? Vogue? I- No!"

Dick pursed his lips awkwardly, tapping at his thigh as he and the not-model boy stared at each other. "Oh."

"Right," the other boy agreed. "Oh."

"This is, uh, this is my mistake, It's just I saw your group downstairs and Liz was pretty and you're pretty so I just assumed..." Dick climbed to his feet, wiping his mysteriously sweating palms on his jeans. He was usually smoother than this. 

The boy's face flushed a rosy pink: "I'm not... you know Liz?"

"Uh, not really... I met her downstairs though, she was nice," Dick said slowly, debating whether or not he should just leave. He'd made a big enough fool of himself already. The other boy made an odd sound of agreement, turning his eyes to the floor, and Dick struggled to think of something else to say. He thought back to the conversation he'd had with Bruce in the car: surely there was something from that interaction he could string together to make this one more bearable. 

Boy, was he wrong. 

There was only one thing flooding his mind - one thing that didn't involve alter-egos and stressed out men in capes. Unfortunately, his brain didn't filter it out as a no-no for conversation starting. If anything, it ended them before they even began. 

"Hey," Dick started desperately, trying to avoid the slight crackle of his voice. His throat was itchy, was that normal? The other boy peered up at him sheepishly, a faint blush powdering his cheeks as he caught sight of Dick's stare. "Have you ever had an orgy?"

[chapter 2]

[rainbowdelicsunshine]

Please please please share your dvd collection! That sounds like a fun post!

Thank you soso much for the prompting my good friend this is gonna be so much fun!!

(I've taken two pictures of my two rows I have so far cuz I wanted to show everything off better)

I'll list off the DVDs I currently have underneath the images! (Left: First Row; Right; Currently Uncompleted Second Row)

9 to 5

101 Dalmatians

The Adventures of Milo and Otis

Alice in Wonderland (Disney 1951)

Batman: The Animated Series (Volume One)

Batman: Under the Red Hood

Chicken Little

Chucky Complete Movie Set (Child's Play-Cult of Chucky)

Dexter Season One

Dastardly and Muttley in their Flying Machines (Completed Series)

Eurotrip

The Fox and the Hound (1 and 2)

Kiki's Delivery Service (I organized all Ghibli movies in G fyi)

My Neighbor Totoro

Spirited Away

Grandma's Boy

Hamtaro: A Ham-Ham Christmas

Jackass Number Two

Lady and the Tramp II: Scamp's Adventure

Cheech and Chong's Nice Dreams and Things are Tough All Over (they're both inside a Laugh Out Loud Double Feature DVD)

The Little Rascals (1994)

Loose Change: 2nd Edition

Meet the Spartans

Monty Python and the Holy Grail

Moulin Rouge

The Muppet Show (Seasons 1-3)

My Little Pony the Movie (G4)

The Neverending Story (1 and 2)

The Pagemaster

Saw II

Spider-Man (2002)

The Tigger Movie

Walk Hard: the Dewey Cox Story

Winnie the Pooh

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Wowza, these are a lot of movies! It took a while to even list them all ha!

I really do hope that you enjoy browsing through and learning more about my collection itself!

Hope you come back soon my sweet friend and have a wonderful night!!

[first-edition]

Fox and the Hound

Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more. 

Cw for chapter- 18+ words and themes overall, cussing, mention of death, mention of sandors death, joss and Podrick being cutie pies,

// A/N: just wanted to apologize for the broken links at the beginning of the book since i changed my username they haven’t been working but i assure you I’ll get to fixing them. I will also end up making a goggle docs with the entire book for downloading when this series ends//

Previous chapter here

Chapter 22

You hold your son in your arms walking around the room as you rock him and hum too him. He coos in your arms he holds onto your finger. You smile down at his little face admiring his feature yet to come in your excited to see him grow into his fathers looks. 

There’s a knock on your door. 

“Enter.” You say the door opens and joss enters. 

“Your grace.” You says bowing slightly. You smile at his persistence to come in and check up on you once in a while. Its been just over a month since you gave birth to Joss, and the recovery has gone smoothly and being fully healed your back to doing the normal things relatively. 

“The lady Sansa is looking for you. She’s by the wearwood.” He speaks 

“thank you. Ill be right out. Leave the door open” You say he nods and exits leaving it open as per your request. He dosnt leave he just merely stands to the side to wait for you. with your newfound talent of doing things one handed you lay out the fur blanket on the bed before laying your son on top. 

You turn and pull on your cloak and gloves before going back to your son. You swaddle him in the furs before pulling him back into your arms and heading out holding him close to you and walking out to find Sansa joss follows close behind you as usual. 

“Joss?” You ask him on your way over. 

“Yes?” He asks 

“may i task you with something this evening?” You ask.

”of course your grace.” he answers. 

“Will you go into the town and fetch some new furs as he grows i will need more.” You say. 

“Of course your grace.” He says and smiles before trailing away from your side to the stables to collect a horse for his ride. 

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You see Sansa red hair before herself. 

“Sansa.” You call. She turns around to face you her face lighting up as she sees you holding joss in your arms. she holds out her arms asking for permission to take a hold of him and you happily ablidge as you both move to the stone carved bench and take a seat. 

“You were searching for me?” You ask her once seated. 

”ah yes. John sent word through raven about the success with the dragon queen. She will be joining us in the next coming months, John will be arriving home soon to prepare…and he says he’s bringing a friend.” She says breathlessly. 

“You dont sound pleased to have another royal arrive.” You say she chuckles and shakes her head. 

“Her father was the mad king…shes a targaryen they are, to say the least, the more so crazy of the rich royal families.” She speaks bouncing joss slightly. you snort at her rude comment. 

“Do you think she actually has dragons?” You ask she nods. 

“John drew a picture.” She says about the ravens scroll that was sent. You nod and sigh looking at the tree. 

“May i ask you something?” She asks. 

“Hmm?” You answer mindlessly. 

“Do…hm..” she trails off thinking on how she wants to word the topic that could either piss you off or make you cry. 

“When…you look at, joss…” She says signalling to your son and not the squire. 

“…is there any part of you that may have resentment, or pain for the death of sandor?” She asks. You sigh and look at her. 

“No..i miss my husband dearly and every night wish that he were still here to see his son grow but..i have a part of him and i'm grateful for that. Although I do sometimes remind him of how much pain he caused me. When he’s king I hope he goes out of this world just as stubborn as he wanted to come into it…with a fight.” You smile looking at your sons blushed face as he sleeps in Sansa’s arms. 

“I wish to have a babe of my own, whether it is born from me, or im to come upon one that needs care.” She says and smiles. 

“I would’ve liked to give joss a brother so he’s never lonely but I refuse to give myself to another man. when the time comes i want to visit the orphanage.” You say. Sansa smiles and looks to you. 

“I shall join you and we can give two children the rightful home they deserve.” She says happily you nod, brushing your finger against your sons cheek. 

“Speaking of…joss. Where is he. It seems he never leaves your side.” Sansa jokes. 

“Ugh can you believe it? I sent him away to get more furs but i know he’s going to have a hard time determining which length or color to pick.” You say as Sansa hands your son back to you before you both get up deciding to head back into the halls to warm up. 

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Standing in the shop joss looks at the furs just a suspected he struggles with choosing the type of furs asking the store clerk a thousand different question about them. The front bell attached above the door rings making Joss double take at the arrival of the other squire sent out. 

“Joss.” Podrick speaks enthusiastically as he sees his fellow looking frantically at the selection the clerk has shown. 

“H-hello.” Joss gets out before running his fingers through the furs now testing the feel once deciding on the color, granted it should’ve been the first thing he does as now he regrets choosing the type and he begins the process all over again. 

“What are you doing?” Podrick asks. 

“H-her grace has asked me to gather furs for the next coming years for the little prince but i dont know if she sent me away to torture me for I cannot choose the best.” He huffs. 

“For now he is a baby no bigger than forearm so he will only need long furs for the next 2 years and the life spans of furs is four. Six if taken care of properly. So you can get him 2 of the long gray. It has soft enough fibers that it will not cause irritation and prevent choking for the prince. You cal buy six other pertaining the length as as he grows older they are most likely to be worn as a cape to there's no need for a backing it can stay as the Hyde, also better for insulation.” Podrick educates your squire as well as telling the store clerk what is to be bought. 

“When have you become an expert on furs?” Joss asks genuinely although it sounds more like a mock. Podrick scoffs. 

“My time spent with Tyrion lannesister wasn’t just golden roofs and armor plating, i took his orders and lists and he had a collection of fine furs.” Podrick answers. 

“I apologize i mean no ill intent for my question it was genuinely a skill i need to learn for her grace.” Joss replies reassuring. He pays the correct amount for the fur selections of one of the guards that went with him taking some in his hold as theres quite a few. Podrick quickly grabs the fur hes chosen an pays before following joss outwards. 

“I could… teach you if you’d like about the difference in fine things.” Pod offers. 

“Take these back her grace I will be alright.” Joss instructs the guard you puts the furs in the saddle bags of his horse before nodding, mounting and riding off. 

“I would enjoy that very much.” Joss says looking at podrick who puts the single fur pelt under his arm smiling back at the other. 

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“I was a soldier once. All my superiors thought I was brave…I wasn’t. I mean i never ran from a fight, only because I didn’t want to see who i thought were my friends to see me a coward. And no matter the orders I would do them without a blink. Burn that village im your arsonist, steal from the village, fine im your thief, kill those boys, i'm your murder.” Everyone sits around as Brother ray speaks out on the past he wishes to re-write. He takes a seat looking at everyone who’s listening, including sandor. 

“I went to a village, much like the one we are building, and slaughtered those within, I heard a boy away from his mother as i slit his throat. That night the screams of the mother calling out for her son haunted me. And they still do to this way. And will so for the rest of my life.” He sighs standing up once more. 

“We cannot undo what was done in our past, however we can mold our future to be braver, better, happier, kinder. We can use our wits and our strength for the goodness of our next life.” Brother ray speaks looking directly to sandor. 

Before he begins to speak again the sound of horse hooves trods closer allowing the view of three men to ride up to the group as everyone stands. 

“Good Morrow friends.” He speaks. 

“Whats your business here?” The one in the middle asks looking around at everyone. 

“Building a new civilization my lord.” Ray answers. The man chuckles lowly before speaking again. 

“Have you any more spots? Or steel?” He asks. 

“We are welcome to anyone who wants to help with the thrive, but we’ve no gold, no steel. Your welcome to join us for supper however we’ve many hungers mouths here.” Rays continues to answer kindly. 

The man takes another look at the small crowd before backing his horse up a it. 

“Stay safe then. The night is dark and full of terrors.” He speaks before nodding to the other men. 

“Seven save you friends.” ray replies before the three men turn and ride off. Ray turns to the crowd taking a breath reassuring everyone. 

“Now then let us do some more work and supper shall be prepared.” He smiles. Sandor continues to look at the men who ride off recognizing the symbol in the chest plate. Ray gives him a look before sandor turns and heads back off to his station of chopping wood since he's the strongest and does not tire easily. Brother ray however does not go to his of supervising, he follows sandor watching him pick up the axe and begin easily splitting the large logs. 

Sandor stops a second before turning his head seeing ray walking to him. He scoffs rolling his eyes. 

“Seven blessings, fuck that.” sandor huffs as he goes back to splitting logs. 

“Im a fucking septon what was i supposed to say?” brother ray sighs back to sandor. 

“They dont believe in your seven god shit, theyre from the brotherhood, they serve the redgod…Fucking cunts.” sandor says putting down the axe breifly to talk to ray. 

“Anyway weve got nothing for them.” ray speaks, sandor scoffs at his comment. 

“Sure you do…youve got food, you’ve got steel, even if you say you don't, and you've got women, a man like that whos been out on horse back for long enough is gonna want a women no matter the cost.” sandor retorts back to brother ray. 

“Not you? Youre a man, youre around women?” ray suggests. 

“No not me. I dont need another woman.” he huffs turing back around and picking up the axe once more. Brother ray walks around sandor to face him to continue the conversation. 

“Another? Hm?” ray prods at sandor for mentioning the slightest of you. Sandor huffs and continues to chop. 

“When i found you i thought youd been dead for days. When you were stinking already and covered in bugs, and bone was coming through your leg right there. But youre all healed up apart from the little limp.” brother ray chuckles as sandor looks up at him stopping his chopping yet again for a moment to talk. 

“I was gonna give you a proper burial but the you coughed, Ha, nearly shit myself…i thought, you would die by the time i got you back here, but by that time you didnt. And i reckoned you’d die a dozen more times over those next few days but you didnt…what was it that kept you going?” ray asks. Sandor glances at the ground for a second before taking a breath and letting it out in a sigh. 

“What is her? ‘The Woman’?” ray asks once more. 

“Shes pregnant, with mine, might have given birth by now its been about a year. I made her a promise that i would come back, find her. And i would like to keep it.” he says looking brother ray in the eyes for once. Brother ray nods and walks around sandor beginning his walk back to the village area. 

“Come on now get some supper.” he says. 

Sandor picks up the axe and begins swinging once more. 

“It’s gonna be a cold night. You’ll need firewood.” sandor says chopping and splitting the wood. 

“Ill save you a bowl. Might even have some ale hidden away” ray smiles to sandor before hading back to the village plot. Sandor chuckles and continues chopping although his math is slightly off and with in the next new chops he’ll have to go into the forest for a moment to collect more.

Next chapter here

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Postcards from Snagglepuss (Minnesota State Fair edition)

Of misty mornings, scones and coffee

Seven in the morning ... when the Minnesota State Fairgrounds can be said to come into a life of its own as things get started for another day of the fair.

Which this particular morning sees Huckleberry Hound and yours truly, joint partners in a rather interesting road trip experience, repair to the French Meadow Bakery's premi in the face of a misty drizzle for breakfast--or is that brekkie, as my Australian compadre Kwicky Koala would refer thereto? More specifically, fruit-filled scones with creme fraiche drizzling over the top, fresh from the on-premises ovens even, and some decently-crewed Fairtrade Organic coffee.

Yours truly chose peach; Huck, strawberry. Fresh frozen, for the most part, sweetened in its own juices even!

And finding a seat on the patio of the aforementioned, we two couldn't resist as much such delectable fruit scones as much as the company of stunned early-morning fairgoers trying to figure out the day's plans for making the fair rounds--but harketh! some such seem as surprised as crazed teenage fans of some rock music star, wondering where we were all their lives even as we were trying to get nourished on scones and coffee! Perhaps it was selfie opportunities more than anything that aroused their attention, long-suppressed memories even!!

As if that weren't enow--

"Huckleberry Hound? Snagglepuss? Do you recognise us?"

For some reason, Yakky Doodle and his faithful compadre, Chopper the bulldog, made their way to the French Meadow, sitting practically at the next table over.

"Heavens to nostalgia shows!" saith I.

"And rather stunned we could come across you two," Huckleberry added.

"Aww, it wasn't anything" was how Chopper remarked, preferring a strawberry-banana protein smoothie to start the day. Yakky, for his part, enjoyed the odd handful of his favourite cracked corn that Chopper brought along. "So what brings you both to the fair?"

"To put it simply, Chopper and Yakky," Huck remarked, "we like to spend a few days here heading into the fall." Myself: "And what were you to say if, heading into the fall, you were to join us after the fair for some sojourning into our new premises?"

"What 'new premises' are you speaking of?" asked an incredulous Chopper.

"Our motorhome," saith I. "I decided to swap my long-running Mini Cooper for a slightly modest-size motorhome with my longtime bud, Huckleberry Hound even, and maybe a few of my fellow Funtastic-type friends from time to time."

"Boy," Yakky responded enthusiastically, "isn't that going to be an improvement ... at least that mean old Fibber Fox won't get into much of a scrape with us!"

"So, Yakky and Chopper," Huckleberry remarked, "consider yourself part of our party for the fall. By way of a little cabin Crazy Claws has out by Wisconsin Dells."

"Not a bad thing, eh, Yakky?" was how Chopper responded.

"But you're just the first," I added. "There's bound to be a few others coming along after the fair ends."

Leaving Yakky and Chopper with nothing but the best, Huck was quick to enquire, "By the way, Snag ... who else did you have in mind for the fall part of the trip?"

"You'll see," said I. "Especially as Peter Potamus has plans for us to join him and his Magic Divers for some diving this winter in the Caribbean via his Diver's Delight."

"Formerly Yogi's Jolly Rodger," Huck remarked.

Satisfied, nourished even, with the scones and coffee, it was noted that the two of us would be doing some celebrity server duty at the All-You-Can-Drink Milk Stand down the way later in the day ... but not before noticing Magilla Gorilla trying out the Dole Fruit Whip stand in close proximity. (That's basically selected tropical fruits whipped up like soft-serve ice cream. Supposed to be more nutritious.)

"Jeez," Magilla noted, "you ever try soft-serve bananas?" as he was handed a dish thereof. (Obviously, Magilla just cannot resist bananas in any form. Peebles' Pet Shop, don't you know.)

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I was tagged by @the-night-wizard to shuffle my repeat playlist and post the first 10 songs, graciaaas 🩷

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Script for Columbia Tristar Family Collection 1996 promo (Disney version)

Ever since I joined YouTube on 2009, I had dreams of doing videos which I have neglected for 15 years and hope to stop this year and finally get Windows Movie Maker or IMovie or whichever movie editing program to do different company versions of video collection promos from the 90's, like the Paramount ad with Happy Days for one. Remember that?

First off, here would be the transcript to a Disney version of the Columbia TriStar Family Collection ad from the 90's.

Hypothetical Collection Date: January 1, 2000

0:00-0:03 - Walt Disney Home Video gold logo 0:03 - Snow White & The Seven Dwarfs: Dopey squirting water out of his ears 0:04 - Honey We Shrunk Ourselves: bubble with Wayne and Clark pops 0:05 - Mary Poppins: Burt flutters with Mary pulling him down 0:06 - The Nightmare Before Christmas: Jack in awe at Christmas Town 0:07 - Robin Hood: Skippy and Marian finding each other 0:08 - Walt Disney Family Collection 0:09 - A Goofy Movie: Max kissing Roxanne 0:10 - Toy Story: You saved the day again, Woody 0:11 - The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh: Pooh and Piglet on a blanket 0:12 - Pocahontas: Pocahontas and John Smith leaping down a waterfall 0:13 - The Muppet Christmas Carol: Scrooge visited by the Ghost of Christmas Past 0:14 - Fun and Fancy Free: Mickey saying "I can't believe it" 0:15 - Oliver & Company: Rita nudges Oliver 0:16 - The Jungle Book: Baloo roaring at Mowgli 0:17 - The Nightmare Before Christmas: Jack leaps off guns as saw comes 0:18 - The Fox and the Hound: Bear's weight lowers log and Tod slips 0:19 - Cool Runnings: Bobsled team speeds 0:20 - Peter Pan: Peter fencing against Hook 0:21 - Toy Story: Woody and Buzz fly through the sky 0:23 - Mary Poppins: Bert smashing his face with a cymbal 0:24 - Flubber: Phillip Brainard laughing 0:25 - Robin Hood: Nottingham citizens laughing 0:26 - The Sword in the Stone: Wart holding a laugh 0:27-0:28 - Cinderella: catching the glass slipper 0:28-0:29 - The Sword in the Stone: Madame Mim breathing fire 0:29-0:31 - A Goofy Movie: Max running past the kids on the bus, high-fiving them 0:31 - The Fox and the Hound: Tod pulling on Copper's ear 0:32 - Oliver & Company: Jenny giving a curtsey 0:33 - James and the Giant Peach: Grasshopper climbing down stairs 0:34 - The Nightmare Before Christmas: Jack leaps while saying "I even touched the sky" 0:35-0:48 - images of logos with all films used 0:49 - Pocahontas: rowers arriving 0:50-0:51 - Peter Pan: Wendy, John and Michael hiding behind John's umbrella 0:51-0:52 - Pooh's Grand Adventure: Pooh, Rabbit, Piglet, Tigger and Eeyore leap into the water to get away from the bees 0:53-0:56 - Walt Disney Home Video gold logo

[ryniadora]

The Blorbos, Dragon Age edition. To be prettified when I'm not on my phone. I have two timelines for my blorbos which diverge at the start of DA2, but the characters exist in both just with different stories.

My DA:D character is likely to be elven (I start all DA games with an elven protag and then have to revert because it doesn't work for what I want ...) probably also a mage but that will depend on what options we get.

STEP THE FIRST IN ALL THINGS

DA:O/A - Elena (Lena) Cousland. The fox and the hound, silver and blue, crowns and roses.

Alistair's wife. Double stibby stabs rogue, but only if she really has to because she is a cinnamon roll disguised as a Grey Warden. Baby. 18 when she becomes a Warden. Saves literally fucking everyone if humanly possible. Is insanely trusting and needs her sassy boyfriend to be sceptical about things on her behalf. Her mabari is called Rufus.

Canon

DAII - Rebecca Hawke. The hawk and the wolf, red and black, chains and blades.

Fenris' partner. Carries the biggest, pointiest sword known to man and will slice you in half if you call her beloved a slave or touch her friends. Supports the templars until she realises Meredith is batshit insane and does a complete 180. Has a certified Bad Time when Anders blows up the Chantry, but she lets him go. Fenris is pissed.

DA:I - Eleanor Trevelyan The lion and the songbird, red and gold, cages and birds.

Cullenmanced from day 1. Exclusively a fire mage that will only use a staff if it's pretty when she twirls it around, actual fighting is what her boys are for (Dorian disagrees). 99% trauma but you'd never know by looking.

Timeline the Second

DAII - Felicity Hawke.

Certified Anderswife. Healer with a sideline in fireballs, though you're more likely to die from one of her dreadful jokes.

DA:I - Theodore Trevelyan.

Dorianmancer. Sharpshooter specialising in longbow use, with a sideline in magically charged arrows.