I did it! I did it! I did it!
I finally figured out how to make an animated icon! See! *points*
Thank you ladylovelace for helping me over the final hurtle!!! And thanks, wastingyourgum for reminding me where my base image came from. Since starting this project for Treat Much Right Day in January, I had misplaced the screencap I was using. You know...cause it's only taken me three months to complete this...
But, I FINALLY HAVE A MUCH ICON!!!!!
To celebrate, I am posting my "Mirror of Erised" challenge entry from hoodland . Yes, I was one of the many who wrote about Much and food! I thought mentioning Robin's bum would get me some votes...apparently, not enough. Here tis.
Title: Much and the Mirror
Author: omteddy2006
Word Count: 405
Rating: G
Characters: Much, Robin, and assorted livestock
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it, except maybe a mirror. I have a couple of those.
Much hated skulking around the bowels of the castle looking for strong rooms that may, or may not, exist. Robin had instructed Much, Will, and John to look in the unlocked rooms down one corridor while he, Allan, and Djaq checked another.
Every time Much opened a door, he expected to be ambushed by guards lying in wait. It had all been too easy so far. Something was bound to go wrong.
He put his hand on the handle of the next door, held his breath, prayed, and swung it open. There! Much scrambled to arm himself as the figure in the room did the same.
No one attacked, however. Confused, he stuck his head in again and came face to face with…his own reflection. Chuckling quietly to himself, he went to shut the door, then thought maybe he would take a quick peek.
Living in the forest had not been kind to his natural good looks. He took his cap off and ran his fingers through unwashed hair. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement! A guard…he knew it!
But, it wasn’t a guard, it was a lamb. What was a lamb doing in the castle? It was a sweet little thing, or it would be with a little mint sauce. His mouth watered. Suddenly, the lamb disappeared!
Much spun in a circle, trying to see where it had gone. When he looked back in the mirror, he saw a tail…swishing. Normally, he didn’t like being stuck behind a cow, but the thought of a tasty beef dinner instead of lamb made his tummy rumble. But then, the cow disappeared as well!
The bovine had been replaced by a pig. Such a nice, succulent-looking animal like this one shouldn’t be in the castle, but on a spit, Much thought. He licked his lips at the thought of roasted pork, all juicy and delicious. Before he could figure out how to quickly turn around and capture the animal, without making so much noise as to be detected, the pig disappeared. Robin stood behind Much laughing.
Much had imagined the entire thing! The lack of proper nourishment has obviously addled my brain, he thought. When Robin winked at him and jerked his head toward the door, Much started to follow. Before he glanced away from the mirror, though, he noticed something odd about his Master. Has Robin always had a curly pink tail?!
Author’s Note on “Why”: Sigmund Freud would be better explaining this one, but I’ll give it a go. Sweet Much…as dearly as he loves his food, he values his friendships more than anything else. No matter how hungry he was, I think he would give the last morsel of food to Robin, his most treasured companion. However, if Much could have BOTH, well that would be the most satisfying thing of all. Leave it to Much to muddle it up somehow. Bless him…he does try!
Thank you ladylovelace for helping me over the final hurtle!!! And thanks, wastingyourgum for reminding me where my base image came from. Since starting this project for Treat Much Right Day in January, I had misplaced the screencap I was using. You know...cause it's only taken me three months to complete this...
But, I FINALLY HAVE A MUCH ICON!!!!!
To celebrate, I am posting my "Mirror of Erised" challenge entry from hoodland . Yes, I was one of the many who wrote about Much and food! I thought mentioning Robin's bum would get me some votes...apparently, not enough. Here tis.
Title: Much and the Mirror
Author: omteddy2006
Word Count: 405
Rating: G
Characters: Much, Robin, and assorted livestock
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it, except maybe a mirror. I have a couple of those.
Much hated skulking around the bowels of the castle looking for strong rooms that may, or may not, exist. Robin had instructed Much, Will, and John to look in the unlocked rooms down one corridor while he, Allan, and Djaq checked another.
Every time Much opened a door, he expected to be ambushed by guards lying in wait. It had all been too easy so far. Something was bound to go wrong.
He put his hand on the handle of the next door, held his breath, prayed, and swung it open. There! Much scrambled to arm himself as the figure in the room did the same.
No one attacked, however. Confused, he stuck his head in again and came face to face with…his own reflection. Chuckling quietly to himself, he went to shut the door, then thought maybe he would take a quick peek.
Living in the forest had not been kind to his natural good looks. He took his cap off and ran his fingers through unwashed hair. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement! A guard…he knew it!
But, it wasn’t a guard, it was a lamb. What was a lamb doing in the castle? It was a sweet little thing, or it would be with a little mint sauce. His mouth watered. Suddenly, the lamb disappeared!
Much spun in a circle, trying to see where it had gone. When he looked back in the mirror, he saw a tail…swishing. Normally, he didn’t like being stuck behind a cow, but the thought of a tasty beef dinner instead of lamb made his tummy rumble. But then, the cow disappeared as well!
The bovine had been replaced by a pig. Such a nice, succulent-looking animal like this one shouldn’t be in the castle, but on a spit, Much thought. He licked his lips at the thought of roasted pork, all juicy and delicious. Before he could figure out how to quickly turn around and capture the animal, without making so much noise as to be detected, the pig disappeared. Robin stood behind Much laughing.
Much had imagined the entire thing! The lack of proper nourishment has obviously addled my brain, he thought. When Robin winked at him and jerked his head toward the door, Much started to follow. Before he glanced away from the mirror, though, he noticed something odd about his Master. Has Robin always had a curly pink tail?!
Author’s Note on “Why”: Sigmund Freud would be better explaining this one, but I’ll give it a go. Sweet Much…as dearly as he loves his food, he values his friendships more than anything else. No matter how hungry he was, I think he would give the last morsel of food to Robin, his most treasured companion. However, if Much could have BOTH, well that would be the most satisfying thing of all. Leave it to Much to muddle it up somehow. Bless him…he does try!