#wanted to learn how to do fur in blender!

[missatan]

No one can do it like Alex.

[piknim]

its not great but its mine

[villiedoom]

How did you learn how to use blender? (As someone who wants to learn how to get on your level of talent)

I would say that I learned Blender naturally, meaning that I just had the desire to make models of my creatures and so I was just trying to make things, mostly intuitive but sometimes using information on the Internet (I find video tutorials the most useful).

I started with low poly models, then I tried to make more realistic and detailed models in Sculptris, then I started to import these models into Blender to optimize them, to give them textures and rigging, and mostly I used them as reference for my drawings. I didn't work with it much, it was purely like "I sometimes try to make 3D things, mostly intuitively and just for fun".

I started getting into 3D a lot more about three years ago, when youtube recommended me a video review of a new version of Blender and I found it inspiring enough to try again. This was the first time I started trying to add fur to my models and also make scenes and renders (before that I only took simple screenshots of my models).

I used random videos as help, but in general my approach to learning something still sounded like "I just try it intuitively and do something. If something works out or is just interesting, I remember it and continue to use it in the future". If I come across a problem, then I look for a solution in Google, and also try to understand what it could be based on the experience I already have. But I really don't know how to put it in simple and sequential "how to" so that it doesn't sound like "well, I just did something and over time I gained experience and began to do it better", because in my case it's more of a very slow personal experience than any resources. In fact, it is very similar to how I learned to draw, heh!

For complete beginners, I think I would advise starting with video tutorials, trying not just to repeat all the steps, but to understand exactly what is happening and remember how the program works and how to use things, and then just experiment with this knowledge, trying to do something completely by yourself. I sometimes watched videos without following them at all, but I memorized what functions were used there and then tried to use them for myself ^^

[minusecko]

Splatoon x Dragon Ball WIP

There's some basic background information and poll under the cut if you want more details!

OMG HIII I DIDNT THINK YOUD BE HERE!!!

or you accidentally hit keep reading but that's whatever

Ok so this is FAR from finished so this is for a little background on what I'm trying to do here.

I'm loosely basing this animation off Goku and Vegeta's first fight, specifically the part where Vegeta goes Great Ape, but I haven't gotten that far yet.

In terms of character choice, I went with OG Agent 3 as Goku because they just fit the bill as main protagonist, and I'll have 4 and Neo 3 standing in for Krillin/Gohan later in the animation. Important to note that they're not 1 to 1 replacements either. Neo 3 is cast as Gohan because my Neo 3 is an Inktoling, making them a hybrid like Gohan, but they're not OG 3's kid. The rest of the NSS serve the same role as the Z-Fighters, with 4 being the best friend of 3 like Krillin is to Goku.

The Octarians, specifically the elites, are my Saiyan Army replacements because they're the best option I had as a large army force. Marina, 8, and Acht are special cases, but that goes more into the plot I have mapped out for this AU, and that's for another time. I specifically went with the Splat3 Elite Octoling for two reasons:

Vegeta is an elite saiyan so I wanted to use an elite octoling

Because I thought that the "fuzzification" where the fur grows and the eyes change to match the fuzzy ooze would work perfectly as the transition between their humanoid form and a fuzzy Kraken, which would be my stand in for the Great Ape/Oozaru transformation

So far it's been really fun to put together. I've been learning how to utilize Blender Eevee better throughout, since it lets me have a lot more control over things like lighting and shading. No telling when I'll finish this, but I'm hoping it'll be done in at least a few months. I have plenty of scenes I still have to animate, and then there's dialogue and sound effects I gotta add too, so there's still plenty more for me to add.

Actually now I'm curious-

[sugarakis-p2]

Security: Shigaraki ch 4

You are carrying millions in your quirk, the only catch is you have to trust someone in the League of villains to get to it. What better way to become fast friends than committing crime together?

Security <origin story

Security ch 3 < previous

This is humiliating and frightening. The cock warming on stage was horrid enough, but the words they are saying makes your blood freeze in your veins. You are an ex-hero and you know just how the heroes will handle this. Too ugly for your mom and your friend Tetsuo, your getting them out of here but not before Shigaraki completely dominates your soul with mind blowing sex.

Warning: Possessive Shigaraki, public cock warming, mild violence, death threats, chase, brainwashing

Chapter 4

The crowd cheered as Re-Destro gave his speech.

RE -Destro. This is mortifying, feeling full and stuffed with hot cock but trying desperately not to move or have anyone pay attention to you.

"I don't want to do this," you whimpered in his ear.

"You promised, and I needed a way to hide the stain of us on the front," he replied. It took you a long while to remember, but you recall learning about Destro in school. You flinched as Shigaraki shifted and ran his fake fingers up your fake knee. He found it more fascinating than the speech. But you wanted to understand what the hell he was saying, who would have guessed being stuffed is distracting.

You are trying to make yourself smaller and disappear. The movement made Shigaraki groan. You didn't bother to point it out earlier, but the mask does not give you anonymity since everyone can recognize you from your legs alone. More shame, your body heating at how good it does feel being stretched and the embarrassment of being used on stage.

The horror of your reality was surreal. Mr. Yotabushi is Re-Destro, and the little bullshit club is not so bullshit as you sit there wondering why this was kept from you. Thousands of eyes on you, and each one in the Meta-Liberation Army. It's really a fucking army.

"This is harder than I thought. You feel amazing, and it's," Shigaraki was whispering, cutting himself short when Re-Destro started darting in front of the two of you. The fervor of Re-Destro's words increased. Introducing Shigaraki as the new leader. He looks at a card to introduce the new merger of the League of villains to the paranormal some bullshit.

Shigaraki jerked his hip up, sending a jolt of pleasure through your core, and you squealed, burying your face deeper in his neck. This is why it was kept from you. Theft and fighting those that start shit with you is one thing. But an army always means civilian casualties. A thing you know Shigaraki doesn't believe in. To him, there is no such thing as an innocent by standard. You don't want to be here. You don't want your mom to be here.    

You are growing wetter in his lap. Your entire body heated up in shame, panting short breaths over Shigaraki's sensitive neck. He trembled underneath you. He gripped your waist roughly. You can feel Shigaraki getting more excited by your embarrassment and fear. Made worse when you dared to peak and meet Dabi's eyes. He stares at you curiously at first. A slight sly grin grows on his face when he realizes what is happening.

He starts guffawing, not that anyone can hear his laughter over the crowds raised cheering. Shigaraki says, "We're gonna do whatever we want," and bucks his hips lightly again in front of everyone. You muffle your yelp into his soft fur-lined jacket.

The crowd screams in excitement. These idiots don't know they will get killed, nothing but cannon fodder, while children and innocent get caught up in the middle of the blender. They are excited at the idea they will make a difference. But they won't. Not unless there is a lot of death to the people that matter. Do these morons know that? Do they really not know how far the hero commission will go to keep the status quo?

Shigaraki tosses his card aside, grabbing you and forcing you down on his lap harder. Tingles of pleasure, goosebumps over your skin. The is curtain coming down, you wave three times goodbye to the crowd. You remove your mask and cover your face with both your hands, wanting to flee like a child. You can't get up with everyone still on the stage, congratulating each other.  

Shigaraki rotating his hips to grind his cock against your cervix. Yanking 'father' off, setting him aside, pulling your hands from your face so his dry lips can be locked on yours. Shoving his tongue deep in your mouth past your protesting lips. A throaty moan vibrates in you as he doesn't hide what he is doing.

You try to push away to tell him to knock it off. You can do this in private, not that you feel like it after all the shit he dumped on you and humiliated you in front of everyone. Re-Destro was their heaping praise on Shigaraki and you, oblivious to what was happening, when Shigaraki pulled away to growl at him to, "Get lost!"

You gasp for air, Re-Destro's eyes widen slightly, and he smiles.

"Let us, "get lost," Trumpet! Happily!" Re-Destro said. That was hard to see. How the hell did a goliath of a powerhouse like that end up bootlicking Shigaraki. They had left out a lot. When you arrived, it was an implication that they were absorbed in the League. That does not seem to be the case any longer. Before you could think or say anything, Shigaraki adjusted you making your body ignite.

Bucking up lightly, pulling your back flush to his chest, he tangles his fingers in your hair, jerking your face to him as he clamped his mouth back over yours. Not letting you protest or wriggle away from him. The others were still watching as you angrily screamed in his mouth.

Mr. Compress was pulling a blushing Toga and Spinner away. Twice was bugging Dabi, who watched with lust hooded eyes, not bothering to go. He smiled at you when your eyes met. You scream harder and push at Shigaraki's chest.

He growled, angry that he had to work harder to fuck you on a stage. Dabi leaned against the stage wall and unzipped himself. When Twice noticed and then looked over at you, he bounded away, screaming "gross" repeatedly. Jerking your head with a pull of your hair, Shigaraki made you look at him.

"You look at me. Look in my eyes when you cum," Shigaraki hissed. Spreading your legs over his knees, pressing your swollen clit with his two real fingers. You gripped the arms of the throne, accidentally touching father, jerking your hand back from the cold dead flesh. He moved father to the side and let you grab onto the arm. When his gaze caught yours, the rapture in his eyes kept you pinned to him.

"Good girl," he purred. Your blood pounded like liquid fire. Your heart fluttered at his adoration. You mentally scolded yourself at how you had just discovered you had a praise kink because you found yourself unable to tear your eyes from those scarlet jewels blown out in dark inky bliss. You felt yourself getting lost in those eyes, his cock hot and hard as he thrusts up harder.

"You just got wetter and tighter for me. Stay looking at me. It's just you and me. No one else matters," Shigaraki moaned. He let go of your hair to work his hand into your dress. Cupping your breast and breaking the strap. You yelped in fear and squirmed, forgetting that he could control his quirk.

"Don't close your eyes," he ordered with teeth clenched and silted eyes filled with lust. Gripping your tit harder to press you more to his chest. Your nipple hardening under his touch and cool air. You opened your eyes after he pinched your clit between his pinky and ring finger.

"There we go. Good girl," he said with a smug smile. Spine-tingling pleasure as his cock expertly unraveled from the inside out. You pant but try to muffle your cries because you are not alone. You can hear Dabi pumping himself over the wet slapping of your flesh. He lightly rolled your nipple between his thumb and index.

He felt so good your body responded back, heat rippling through you as you helped bounce up and down his length. Shigaraki is cruel. Stealing you from your boring life, giving you a taste of excitement, then coiling around your heart like a venomous snake, distracting you with ecstasy making you forget he's dangerous. Nails digging in the throne, moaning, bliss pooling in your center.

Shigaraki's tone abs trembling underneath. His fingers circled your clit. Pumping in and out of you at a feverish pace. His lips part slightly as a groan escapes, and you detonate. Exploding as his hips stuttering, cock twitching with each hot shot of cum in you. Arching, you scream and writhe. Shigaraki's eyes widen, burning in your soul, his forehead touching yours as he growls, puffing with gritted teeth. Your pussy clutching at him, milking him, begging for every drop of cum. Heating pooling in your center, shuddering in bliss, as shockwaves rumble through you.  

You feel dazed and limp in his lap. The sex was mind blowing and you think you love him. It would be too tacky to say that now. He's kissing you. Moaning, you look past him to where Dabi was. His coat fluttered as he disappeared, a puddle of jizz where he was. Shigaraki softly stroked over your nipple when he looked over at what you were looking at. He shrugged and went back to paying attention to you.

You remember feeling mad but not quite remembering what about. Leaning down and pulling you to his mouth, he kisses then sucks your nipple. Cock softening, you feel a gush of fluids soaking between your legs. You clap your hand over it, officially destroying this dress. Shigaraki chuckled around your nipple.

Then you heard it. The loud chatter of people on the other side of the curtain. You felt your cheeks heating, remembering all the shit you are mad about.

"You fucking fuck face," you growled at the top of his head. You popped your tit out and pussy off him. But he stole you back down with a boyish grin and hard eyes still bliss blown. Pushing himself back in since you could not get him out all the way.

"Hey, I was using that. Tsk, that's the second time you did that. Don't be mad about this. You promised," he said in his new smoldering voice. No! Nope! No! Do not get sucked into that.

"There is a party going on, and everyone heard us fucking," you hiss. He grinned wider and shrugged.

"Good," he said, moving to kiss you.

"Did you mean that psycho shit the both of you said?" you asked. That made him still. Suddenly serious, he watched you.

"That won't have to be anything you have to worry about. I made sure you will be safe," Shigaraki said carefully. Your lower lip trembles.

"Ok," you say. He looks at you doubtfully. Kissing you, you kiss back, caressing his cheek. He drags himself away, still eyeing you suspiciously.

"Ok? Good. Let's talk more about it tomorrow, ok. We'll talk more about it, and I will meet your mom?" he asks. You nod quietly, standing. This time, he lets you go. You feel stretched and sore. Lifting the strap to cover your bare breast, "Wait. Here baby." He handed you the fur-lined coat.

"I'll see you at the party after I clean up," you tell him. He nodded. He beams, watching you limp away, sore from what he just did to you. It quickly dropped when you were out of sight. He pulled the earpiece out and talked to the doctor while putting away his dick.

You ran like your ass was on fire to the villa. Yun chased after you, which made you wonder if he had heard everything too. You wanted the earth to open and swallow you up.

"Ms. Void!" He shouted after you. When you reach the villa's door, you spin around.

"I need a shower and some privacy. Thank you," you shout vehemently at Yun, slamming the door in his face. Mom wasn't here, so you hope Tetsuo got her out since all the security seemed focused on you tonight. Running to your bedroom, you wedge the door open, the door with the lock on the outside. Shit seemed ominous now.

You texted Tet asking him where he was at. Ripping the soiled dress off, tossing it to the floor, kicking off your heels as you jump in the shower to scrub quickly between your legs, not waiting for the hot water. What you need is a plan b pill. Fuck, you were not planning on this much screwing when Compress picked you up.

Still wet and not caring, you quickly put on whatever you can find. Black cargo pants and a Minnie mouse shirt. You sigh. Mom was a terrible packer, but you don't care. You just need to get out of here. Your phone pings, looking at it and cursing aloud at what you are reading.

At the party. Come meet me.

"Why the fuck are you at the party, Tet?" you snarl to no one. You reach into your pants and feel for the panel that turns off your artificial nerve response in your legs. You hate doing this because it feels like you're walking on numb stilts, but it's useful when you need to go around without shoes or kick somebody.

Tits bouncing in your braless shirt, you make your way to the damn party. You need to know if he got your mom out and to where. Yun is following closely behind. You're looking around for him when you hear a voice behind you. You're texting Tet like crazy, panic rising when you don't see him in the sea of people.

"Aren't you the Void?" a sensual voice asked. You turn around to see Hawks. Hawks, the number two hero of all people, drinking a can of energy drink coffee.  

"You drink that shit?" you ask back. He smiles and shrugs.

"Ms. Void, you shouldn't be talking to anyone that is not in the original League, remember?" Yun reminds softly, staring at Hawks. Hawks looked him up and down, then turned back to you, ignoring Yun.

"What is the Void doing in a place like this?" He asks like a cheesy pickup line.

"Leaving as fast as I can because these people are fucking nuts," You say, frantically texting Tet. Hawk's eyebrows shoot up when you finally get a response. 

Turn around, it says. 

You whirl to come face to face with Dabi. He texts something and looks up at you. Your phone pings, sighing you read the text out loud.

"So, did I hear you right? You are leaving Shigaraki?" You shake your head at him, "Where's tet?" You demand. Ignoring Hawks and stepping forward to close the difference. He smirks at this, clearly not finding you a threat.

"Oh, we caught him trying to abduct your mom. Since I answered your question, why don't you answer mine?" he asks, putting Tet's phone in his pocket. He's beaming at you, and you flinch. His smile is more disturbing than Shigaraki's.

"You didn't answer it. I asked where he's at. Where are Tet and my mom?" You ask again, more in his face.

"Answer my question first, and I'll tell ya," he says, reaching out to twirl his finger around a strand of your loose hair. A strangely intimate gesture that makes you take a step back from him only to have him follow. You grab his hand and rub your cheek on it. Felt a scrap of his staples on the palm. His hand falls away with a blush.

"No. You misheard me, just like there must have been a misunderstanding. Tet would never do that. Although I do think you are all completely nuts," you challenge. He runs his tongue over his teeth. He uses his thumb to bush your lower lip.

"That's a shame. Because if you try to leave, that's like breaking up with the wrathful leader. By the way, you make the cutest little moans when you're getting fucked," he confesses in a whisper. You snap your teeth at him, wanting to bite off his thumb. He jerked his hand away in time, laughing, "No idea where Tetsuo is, but Mr. Compress is comforting your mom out in the garden."      

You spin, heading straight for the garden. Dabi sidles up to Hawks.

"Want to earn some extra brownie points?" He asks, never taking his eyes off your ass.

The air is getting brisk. Your flesh breaks out in goosebumps as you rub your arms for warmth. When you Mr. compress with his arm wrapped around your mom's shoulders. You've had it. You will get mom out of here and then save Tet.

"Hey, Compress!" When he turns to look around, you open your quirk at the end of your fist and punch him. You punch him so hard, he slumps over, and your mom screams. You grip her wrist and start heading to the main street where you can find a taxicab.

"What are you doing?" She screams hysterically.

"You are going home. We are getting out of here," you huff in the cold air. She pulls her hand away.  

"I can't. I'm a key part of the fight coming up. I'm under Twice's command, and Mr. Compress and I will get married after we change everything," She says. Your mouth drops open at her words. You snap it shut, laugh, and shake your head.

"Do you know where Tet is?" you ask. She looks surprised, but she points and tells you, "What are you going to do?" Mom asks with an expression of worry. Tears start running down your face. She winches as if you slapped her. You tried so hard leading up til now to save her.

"You know sis always said you can't save those that don't want to be saved," you walk away. You can't save mom, but you can save Tet. Mom is calling after you. He only got caught up in this because of you. She's not stupid. Mom must know that implies people getting hurt. You don't want to find out whether she knows people will die because you feel you know the answer. You sob because it's your fault mom is here, but she sounds so brainwashed; your heartbreaks. Maybe once you get Tet away, you can try again. It's all your fault.

Yun runs up, panting, and you slam your fist in his face, knocking him out. It was a mercy. They are going to blame someone for this. You don't want it to be Yun. So let's hope they don't catch you or kill you for this. At least Yun shouldn't get blamed. You make your way to the room your mom told you they are keeping Tet. Two guards are outside. You walk up to them.

"Ms. Void, what are you do..," You open your quirk at the end of your hands and knock them both out. When Shigaraki tried to reach in your chest so long ago on that dirty mattress, it occurred to you that the numbing sensation could knock people out if you learned to control it. When you were in your wheelchair, all you had was free time to practice. You yank the keys off one guard, unlocking the door you want to cry again. Tet is tied to a chair, bloody, the whole right side of his face swollen with a molten bruise.

"What happened?" You asked, unlocking his cuffs.

"Your mom used her quirk. I was standing between her hand and something she called," He mumbled, stumbling.

"I'm going to get you the fuck outta here, Tet," you grunt, helping support him.

"No! No! I must stay. Take all the blame, or they will do something terrible to you for this," he gasps. You look at him and giggle.

"Jeez, Tet. You used to say you could never be a hero. Now listen to you. You are too good for a girl like me," you tell him, kissing him on his good cheek. It makes him smile and almost cry. Walking through the woods to the road where you know he can get a cab that has nothing to with the Metalib nuts.

"VVVVOOOOIIIIDDD!" You hear Dabi sing-song. Damn, it is very unlikely he is alone. Other voices of the League ring out following that thought. You curse again. Your luck is not holding out.

"Tet, you have to think of diamonds," you tell him. He gets confused, then he shakes his head when he understands what you want to do.

"No! You have to come with me," he begs. You take advantage of his confused state. 

"Tet! They will chase after me. They might let you go if you disappear. Don't worry. I have no intention of getting caught. This is just in case. I will meet you up with you," you lie. They must have hit his head hard because he is not normally this easy to fool. You know you will get caught. He nods and pulls diamonds out. You watch him run. Time to see if Tet really did make these for running. You pick an angle and run. You feel like a gazelle when you pick up speed; Tet is a god with mechanics. He only went into prosthetics for you. 

Jumping over trees, screaming at the top of your lungs. They can't even get close to you. You dodge weave and knock the hell out of them. When you see Mr. Compress, you go out of your way to inflict pain on him.

"Come here to your future daddy," he says. You still, your mouth drops open.

"How did you know I always wanted to fuck my step-daddy?" you ask. That makes him freeze.

"Wait. What? Really?" he asks. You punch him for sounding a little too excited at the idea. He grunts 'fair enough,' this time not knocking him out.

"That was for using my mom!" You shout when you are tackled by Yun. You struggle to open your quirk on your back. There's a sharp sting of a needle in your ass.

"Got her. Good team effort," Hawks said. Your head starts to go fuzzy as Compress reaches out with his quirk. Dabi is there talking to Hawks,

"Nice. Now, fast hero. Go catch the guy and kill him. Bring back proof," Dabi instructs. Hawks nods. Your world goes black because you are so sleepy. There is warmth under your head, and you snuggle on the boney lap. Fingers stroking through your hair with care. There are voices above you.

"She let him go and then played a long game of tag. Void was ditching you. She was dancing a tantrum after the shit you pulled last night. That guy running could be a real problem," Dabi says.

"Tsk. The book I read said it will create a bond to maintain eye contact during release. We'll keep her here and let her explain. Poor sweetness is probably thinking all sorts of horrible things. Leave her to me, and I will correct her," Shigaraki says, caressing your cheek and stroking his thumb along your jaw.

Dabi snorts as you pretend to be asleep. The low sound of Mario brothers fills the air as you really fall asleep.

[thunderboltfire]

Since I have already 1500 things on my plate I’ve decided to do the only logical thing: learn to mod Frostbite. One of my pet peeves in DA:I is how mabaris look.

I’m not a dog breeder, but something feels deeply wrong with them. The way their eyes are so light, the muzzle doesn’t differ in color from the fur, random patches of color... they just look weird, even without their horrific teeth sticking out of their mouths.

I’ve managed to scrap the model and the textures from the game files and took a closer look at it in Blender.

Golly gee.

That definitely aren’t canine proportions!

I don’t want to sound rude, but the similarity seems uncanny. Especially in the back legs and the neck lenght.

The original mabari was a comically thick and pretty shapeless meatball, but this one, despite better paws, I like less.

I thought I’ll test my resolve and try to mod these beasts. Does anyone know if changing a mesh and making it work in the game is even possible for an articulated, animated model? (I’ve seen some tutorials for hair, but they don’t really have armature, I think?). If it turns out to be impossible I’ll at least try to modify the textures a bit.

If anyone knows some useful tutorial on exporting the meshes, on whether or not one has to modify the armature too and if somebody tried something like this before, please post it in the comments or PM me, I’ll probably need every bit of help :P

[mystery-vixen]

5. Oh, so this is where you get that habit from. With munkujerrie please?

Hi! So, first can I say I love your art-

And also, I’m so sorry this took so long! I’ve had massive writers block all week and work has been insane! Nevertheless, here is your ficlet:

5. “Oh, so this is where you get that habit from.”

Pairing: Mungojerrie/Munkustrap

Warnings: None!

“Relax, will you?” Munkustrap nudged his partner once they’d made it to the door. He watched as Mungojerrie slowly relaxed his shoulders and took his anxious hands away from his hair. He’d been grooming himself the entire trip and Munk was afraid at this point that Jerrie would overgroom himself. The tabby always had such pretty fur and it would be a shame to see it flatten and fade from such a thing.

“You know I can’t help it!” The calico whined. “It’s old Deuteronomy!” Munk smiled at the statement. It was a silly thing to worry over, really. But, he knew Mungojerrie and he knew how he stressed.

“It’s my dad,” he responded with a light air to his voice, hoping the calm would help ease Jerrie. It didn’t.

“That’s even worse!” He bellowed and Munk sighed quietly. He placed a light hand between Mungojerrie’s shoulder blades and felt the muscles beneath his palm tense in surprise. “Relax, Jerrie,” he whispered to him. The calm in his voice he hoped would ease the calico and very slowly he felt Jerrie’s muscles loosen and relax.

The tabby glanced up to Munkustrap and he twisted his brows sorrowfully. “I just don’t want ta’ embarrass ya’, Y’know?” He said, crossing his arms loosely over his chest and hunching his shoulders. Munk was taken aback by the statement momentarily. How could he think such a thing? Was his first thought and then he quickly composed himself properly. He shook his head at the cat.

“Jerrie,” he began, turning to face him completely and moving Jerrie with his hands placed gently on his forearms until he was mirroring him. “You could never embarrass me.” He doesn’t say anything for a moment when he thinks of what this is really about. “I would never be ashamed of you. I promise.”

Mungojerrie’s eyes raised back to his, wide and full of hurt. That had struck something within him. Munk could tell. But, he continued. “I love you, darling, and so will he.” Munkustrap finished this statement by leaning forward and kissing Mungojerrie’s forehead. A full stop to his declaration of love.

Jerrie smiled weakly at the affection and his composure softened as he released a heavy breath that flattened his chest. “Thanks Munku,” he mumbled, his eyes falling to the ground between them.

The doubt still remained in Mungojerrie and Munk could see it, but he didn’t press. Jerrie would learn soon enough that he was wrong in thinking it. Instead, the grey Tom smiled, tilting his head slightly as he admired his lover’s enchanting features and reassured him. “Anytime.”

He turned his attention away from Jerrie then and reached for the door handle, only for it to be pulled away from him a moment before as the door was swung open. A loud gasp sounded in the threshold and Munk knew who it was before he’d seen him.

Jerrie seemingly vanished from his side as he was dragged forward by the cat in the doorway and Munk was left dumbfounded and alone outside. He crossed his arms and released a short sigh as he watched Jerrie be trapped in a vice like hug. “Hello Tugger,” Munk greeted him.

Tugger’s eyes met his when he was spoken to and he pulled Mungojerrie close to his side, a playful grin spread across his face. “Welcome to the party, brother in law!” He sang loudly to the calico trapped under his arm. Jerrie struggled against him, laughing and looking back towards Munk cheerfully.

The sudden change in Jerrie’s demeanor brought a smile to the grey tom’s face and he gave the calico and endearing glance before his eyes shifted to his brother. “Tugger, would you mind letting Jerrie go? It’s not like this is the first time you’re meeting him.”

“Don’t have to tell me! Me and Jerrie were best friends before my big bro came and snatched him up!” He chuckled, absentmindedly brushing a hand back through his perfectly groomed hair. Mungojerrie giggled and shoved Tugger back playfully, forcing him to let him go so he could stand proudly beside him.

“Sorry, Tugs! But, can ya blame me? Ya brother’s fiiinne!” The calico called and winked in Munk’s direction. The attention brought a light blush to the grey tom’s face and he gave a short, awkward laugh in response. He’d never known how to react to flirting.. he was just lucky that Mungojerrie found it cute.

Tugger blew on his tongue in response. “Yeah, I just don’t see it,” He said, shooting a smirk in Munk’s direction. Munk shook his head at Tugger and crossed his arms at him. This would be a long night. He could hear the teasing already. But, Jerrie wasn’t nearly as anxious as he was a minute ago and that brought some ease to the tom. He just had to hope nothing else went wrong tonight.

“Mac, look who’s here!” Tugger shouted back into the house and Munk froze. Oh. He hadn’t realized Macavity was also here. From over Tugger’s shoulder he spotted the cat inside. His posture was stiff -as was usual for him- and he held a glass in his hand, clearly passing through and caught off guard by the commotion. His expression was bored and unmotivated by the news, if not slightly surprised.

“Hello Mungojerrie,” Macavity said with little enthusiasm. He gave a curt nod in Munk’s direction which the grey Tom quickly returned, tight lipped and formal.

Tugger’s groaning forced Munk out of his wordless exchange with their eldest brother and he glanced back to the tom with concern. “Don’t be boring!” Tugger yelled and Macavity continued on his path into the next room, ignoring whatever Tugger was about to say to him. “We have to only refer to him as Munk’s boyfriend all night!” The Maine coon howled loudly and Munkustrap felt himself shrink back in embarrassment.

“Oh, everlasting, Tugger..,” Munk said and dropped his forehead into his hand. He lifted his gaze back to the pair before him and he locked eyes with Jerrie. The calico smiled softly at him, his gorgeous eyes telling him silently that everything would be alright and Munk felt himself relax when seeing them.

“Come in!” Tugger yelled, breaking apart their moment of silent reassurance and moved out of the way to let Munk inside. The Maine coon jogged inside, not waiting for the two to enter and was soon out of sight somewhere in the home.

This would be a long night.. Munk thought to himself as he closed the door quietly behind himself. He walked with Jerrie close to his side into the home and up the narrow hallway that led to the heart of his father’s den. He felt too wary digits brush against his palm as they walked and without turning his eyes to them he reached back and entwined their fingers. The hand felt loose and uncertain despite having reached for him- and realizing this, Munk gave the hand a tight squeeze. He felt Jerrie’s hand squeeze him back and he sighed happily through his nose, knowing that the calico had needed that response.

Upon entering the home, Munk was met with a familiar, sweet smell. It was musty, but clean. A specific smell that he had only ever associated with one person. A grin came to his lips as they walked inside the den and were met with the sight of Old Deuteronomy curled up on his evening chair.

The elderly cats eyes met with his and he grinned similarly at seeing his son. He saw his father’s gaze wander and felt Mungojerrie tense beside him. Without a word, Dueteronomy rose from his seat and strode towards the two with open arms.

“Welcome! Welcome! Do, please come in!” He bellowed. Munk leaned into his father’s embrace, throwing his arms around the large cat and nuzzling against him affectionately. His eyes fluttered closed as he enjoyed the affection before broke away from his father and glanced back to Mungojerrie behind him.

Mungojerrie stood with his legs together and his hands at his sides, appearing to want to be as small as possible in the presence of the big cat. He gave a short nod in Dueteronomy’s direction, his ears folding back frightfully. “I-It’s a pleasure ta meet ya, Due- sir! Dad- Oh no.” His eyes blew wide and he shook his hands in front of himself in an attempt to sway whatever reaction he expected of the old cat. “Sorry! I didn’t mean ta call ya dad!” The calico stammered.

His eyes fell to Munk in his panic and the grey Tom simply smiled calmly in return. The stare was only held for a moment before Deuteronomy’s strong voice interrupted them.

“Don’t apologize, son! I would love for you to call me dad. Ah, now please, no more formalities. I’d like for you to feel completely at home here!” He chuckled heartily and reached out to touch him. Jerrie flinched at the hand that came towards his face before slowly leaning against it. The contact made Jerrie’s expression soften and that handsome smile Munk fell in love with returned with gusto.

“Thanks.. dad,” Jerrie whispered, appearing to test how the word felt on his tongue. The grin that Deuteronomy gave in return was enough to show the calico he appreciated the effort.

“I hope you brought stories, you two. I’d love to hear how my son found love,” the old cat nodded between the two of them and Munk bumped his shoulder against Jerrie’s affectionately.

“It’s a long story, dad. Might save that for-“

An awful, loud sound of roaring broke apart this moment and all members quickly shifted their attention to the kitchen a few feet away.

Macavity stood behind the counter with his hand atop a blender. Munk narrowed his eyes at his brother, silently grumbling about ruining the moment while he waited for the machine to stop.

“We were having a conversation,” Munk said once the ruckus stopped and Macavity shrugged his shoulders while he unscrewed the jug from the blender.

“I’m having a mimosa,” he responded without looking up from the concoction he’d created.

“It’s four in the afternoon!” Munk shouted, briefly glancing to their father who only shook his head at the other cat.

“So?” Macavity said, lifting the blender to his mouth and drinking straight from it.

“Make me one too, bro!” Tugger’s voice yelled from the room over and Macavity gave a thumbs up in that direction while he sculled the drink, although Tugger wouldn’t have seen.

“Please, sit down, boys. I’d like to tell you some stories before we settle in for supper,” Deuteronomy smiled warmly, his expression faltering slightly when the sound of a crash followed by Tugger’s distant screaming sounded some distance away.

The old cat sighed heavily and shook his head as he motioned for the two to sit down beside him and Munk had to force himself to follow his lead instead of rushing to see whatever Tugger had destroyed. He pointed his ears to his father, hoping to drown out the noise of his brothers with his father’s presence. His ears still caught the sound of Macavity laughing behind him and Tugger’s shouting elsewhere. “It’s not funny, Macavity!”

A few hours later the family sat peacefully around a large table after a delicious meal prepared none other than Macavity. Munk’s attention was pulled as well as his arm down to Mungojerrie so the Tom could whisper in his ear beside him.

“You didn’t tell me Macavity knew how to cook.” Munk chuckled at the statement, pulling back slightly to look at the calico.

“He hates people knowing about it. He’s been the one making the birthday cakes for the past six years,” Munk whispered back, chuckling quietly at the memory of being threatened with a piping bag.

“I was quite surprised!” Old Deuteronomy began as he lowered his glass back to the table. He had a warm blush to his cheeks with a kind smile spread across his lips. “You see, Munkustrap hadn’t told me he had a mate. Tugger told me only a few days ago.” The cat glanced to his son and gave a nod.

Tugger winked to his father in return with smirked wide. “Ah. Now when will the two of you be bringing home mates?” The old cat asked, glancing back and forth between Tugger and Macavity. He chuckled. “You’ll let me know if Macavity finds a mate, won’t you Tugger?”

Tugger turned his eyes towards Macavity on the other end of the table and the tabby raised his eyes from his glass without raising his head, staring darkly at Tugger through his eyebrows. The look was lethal, daring him to test him and Tugger gulped audibly.

“Sure dad,” he said weakly before clearing his throat. “Too bad we’re both single!” He gave a light hearted chuckle, his voice returning to its natural strong one.

Munkustrap found this exchange odd. He’d definitely seen some silent threat pass between the two, but he wasn’t sure what it meant. Either way, it didn’t worry him now.

“So! Please tell us, how did my Munkustrap catch your eye, young Mungojerrie?” Deuteronomy broke the silence and Munk’s gaze quickly returned to his partner.

Jerrie appeared stunned, somewhat uncertain and his ears flattened at the question. “Oh.. uhh,” he began, jumbling his words. Munk frowned as he watched the fear in Jerrie’s eyes return and he tried his best to give the older cat a proper response.

“Well, uh.. ya see, I guess I sorta just liked him? I mean, I saw him around an’ saw how he Y’know directed the kittens an’ such,” he mumbled. Munk moved his hand across the table and gently laid it to rest on Jerrie’s forearm. The calico fell silent at the contact. His shoulders loosened and his expression became more relaxed. He took a breath before he continued.

“I guess it was an inevitable thing. He was always there every time I needed him. Anytime anyone needed him! An’ seeing that quality in someone’s pretty rare,” he explained and Munk found himself touched by the words. Jerrie turned his eyes to him then and the grey Tom met his loving stare with surprise. “I guess ya could say I loved him all along.”

Munk furrowed his brows and stared deeply into Mungojerrie’s eyes, searching for the humor in them. But, there was none. He was serious. A flurry of emotions erupted inside Munk’s chest and he couldn’t pull his eyes away from the Tom in front of him. A wordless exchange passed between them then. One that said something that words couldn’t clearly describe and Munk felt himself needing the touch of his partner -to be closer to him.

He caressed the forearm beneath his hand with his thumb, wishing to be able to touch him more, but in the presence of his family he settled for this. He’d kiss him once they were alone, he decided.

“Blegh! That’s gross!” Tugger groaned from the opposite end of the table, breaking apart the exchange.

Munk’s eyes were pulled from Mungojerrie’s when he heard Tugger continue loudly. “Hey Mac! How many standard drinks have you had so far?” He asked as he hopped out of his chair.

Munk’s eyes darted to Macavity then. The cat was leaned back casually in his seat with a glass hovering above the table, only being held up by Macavity’s fingers clutching the mouth of the cup. He hummed. “About..,” he tilted his head at the glass. “Six? Give or take.”

“Alright then,” Tugger nodded, a mischievous grin playing at his lips as he reached beneath the table. Munkustrap’s ears flattened warily as he expected the worst to come of this. His eyes widened massively when Tugger’s hands returned to his view clutching a crossbow.

“Think you can catch this in your mouth?” The Maine coon asked as he loaded the arrow.

“Tugge-“ Munk’s hurried voice was interrupted by Macavity’s snort. “It’s not a challenge unless it’s on fire, Tuggs!” He called. He nodded his head towards the arrow and the head caught alight with flames.

“Now boys,” Dueteronomy said sternly as he shifted to sit forward in his seat. “Not while we have a guest.”

“Not at all!” Munk leaned forward, looking between his brothers angrily. His eyes stopped on Macavity when the tabby blew on his tongue at him.

“Mungojerrie needs to get used to this,” he pointed a finger towards Munk to silence him before leaning back again and folding his arms behind his head. “Okay, Tugger, I’m ready.” He opened his mouth wide and poked his tongue out.

“No!” Munk shouted and a short click sounded as Tugger pulled the trigger. The arrow shot through the air before Munkustrap and acting impulsively he jolted to his feet and snatched the arrow from the air before it could glide past him. He gripped the shaft tightly in his fist and his voice boomed. “No!”

“Woah. Nice catch, bro!” Tugger said with wide, amazed eyes. Munk shot him a glare and brought the arrow to his mouth. He blew the flame out with his eyes still caught on Tugger, only pulled away when Macavity groaned.

The tabby moved his arms from behind his head to hold them at his sides in a wide shrug. “Why are you so boring, Munk? I would have caught it!” He groaned. The grey Tom slammed the arrow down on the table, holding it beneath his palm as he glared at his older brother in disappointment.

“Wow, Munk.” Munkustrap turned his attention to Mungojerrie when he’d spoken and the calico’s eyes were wide with amazement. He fanned himself with his hand as he stared at Munk and a smile spread across his face. “That was so hot!” He said breathlessly before glancing towards Old Deuteronomy across the table. “Ah-I mean! The arrow was! Because it was on fire! That’s what I meant!”

Munk sighed heavily and lowered himself to sit back down. A small silence stretched between the table and very quickly Tugger piped up.

“Okay! Who wants a bagpipe solo?” He yelled and Munkustrap glanced back to him. “No-“

“That sounds like a lovely idea,” Deuteronomy said with a smile and Munk groaned. He felt a headache coming on, knowing it was about to become much worse when the bagpipes came out.

He heard Jerrie giggle beside him and felt the calico’s shoulder press against his. “So this is where ya get that habit from,” he giggled beside him and Munk turned his attention to the other cat.

“Habit?” He asked and his confusion grew when he saw the smile on Jerrie’s face widen.

“The control freak stuff! All makes sense now if that’s what ya grew up with,” Jerrie tilted his head to point at to the arrow on the table, clearly referring to the brothers on either end.

Munkustrap cocked a brow at him. “I am not a control freak,” he explained, straightening his back proudly. “I’m careful.” Mungojerrie erupted into giggles at hearing the statement and despite the insult that it implied Munk smiled at him.

The conversation that was happening at the table faded into the background and Munk leaned forward to kiss gently at Jerrie’s temple. Mungojerrie grinned and settled from his laughing fit. He shuffled his seat closer beside Munk and leaned across him to lay his head back on his shoulder. Munk brought an arm around Jerrie’s shoulders and pulled him closer against him. He smiled down at him as he slowly rubbed his hand up and down the calico’s arm.

He looked up from Jerrie a moment later, glancing to his father across the table. The old Tom was smiling warmly at him and Munk felt delighted by the expression. He was proud. That’s the look Munk was reading and he felt blessed by this and by the Tom under his arm.

The rest of the night was loud with Tugger’s music, but Munkustrap couldn’t care. He was too enraptured with their family’s new addition to be annoyed by the sound. And, once the night had ended, he pressed kiss after needy kiss to his partner’s cheeks and mouth. Without saying it he told Mungojerrie with every one: I love you and I want to be with you forever.

[softboywriting]

Haven Port | Chapter One | Shawn Mendes

Summary: Shawn and his pack have moved to your tiny town of Haven Port. You've never met werewolves other than your dad before and you’re infinitely curious. You may be only half werewolf but you and Shawn have a connection that will send you on a wild romantic journey in this small town you call home. [hybrid reader] [werewolf shawn] 

Word count: 2.5k

|Masterlist In Bio|

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Winter in Haven Port never seemed to end. The small town was blanketed in snow probably a solid 6 months of the year. The population was under four hundred and much of the residents lived outside the actual town.

You were born and raised here in Haven Port, the only child of a Werewolf father and a human mother. Your parents met when your dad got run out of a pack town along the shore.

For twenty two years you've grown up with the same people, and known everyone like they were your family. So when someone new shows up in town you're surprised, and even more so because they came into your shop.

Owning a tea and coffee shop in a place so small seemed unreasonable but most of your business came from regulars, fisherman from the boat yard and online orders that you shipped around the world. You specialize in making custom tea blends and gift baskets that become a highly sought after item during the Christmas season.

The bell over the front door jingles and you dismiss it for a moment, assuming it's one of your regular customers and they will wait for you to appear momentarily. You continue to stack the boxes of your most recent shipment of whole tea leaves. You like to grind them yourself when you make your blends.

You glance out into the shop and see a tall, young, dark haired guy browsing your display table. His appearance stumps you, and you can't put a finger on who he is. For a second you think he is Felicia's son, Cody, the one who ran the post office during the week. But he is too tall, far too tall.  

“Who in the world...” You mutter to yourself as you climb over boxes to get to the counter. A better look would help.

“Hello is anybody- oh. Hello.” The stranger smiles and his eyes meet yours as you approach the sales counter. His eyes...wow...they were like liquid gold, honey in the sun, Amber on an ancient tree. They are stunning.

“Hi,” you say, a smile infectiously spreading across your face of it's own free will. “I don't think we've met.”

“We sure haven't,” he purrs and extends a hand out to you. His eyes leave yours in favor of your ears.

You flatten your ears down and back, realizing he probably thinks you're a weirdo. You hated interaction with people who didn't know you. How could you have forgotten the fuzzy things sticking out of your hair?

“It's rude to stare,” you say cooly, shaking his hand very briefly before burying them in the pockets of your apron.

The guy shakes he head and looks down, a slight blush tinting his cheeks. “I'm so sorry. It's been a long time since I met a hybrid...I shouldn't be so rude. I'm s-”

“You've met others?” You ask, cutting him off and he raises his eyebrows. “Where did you come from?”

“You're a curious little pup aren't you?” He chuckles and leans against the counter. “How about we exchange names before we talk histories? I'm Shawn.”

You give your name and twist your hands in your apron. “Would you like some tea? Coffee?”

Shawn looks up at the menu and hums. He bites his lip, narrowing his eyes as he reads. “I'll have the Earl Grey special. No sugar.”

You punch it into the register and announce his total. He slides a card and you turn away to make his drink. When you turn to give it to him he is on his phone, frowning at the small screen. You slide the cup toward him and he wraps his hand around it, brushing your fingers with his.

He looks up, smiles and takes the cup. “Thank you. Have a good day,” he smirks and heads out into the icy spring air.

“Wait! You didn't...tell me where you were from.” You sigh, watching him pull off the street in a big black Jeep that looks way too new for anyone in Haven Port.

Immediately you go for your phone on the back counter. You had to tell your best friend, Faye, exactly what happened. She'd probably never believe you, and maybe Shawn was a fever dream, but you had to tell her anyway.

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Two days later you turn around from grinding up some tea for a special order and drop your spice blender as you catch sight of Shawn standing at the counter. You'd never heard the bell ring, but it was probably because the blender had been too loud.

Shawn rushes around the counter as you squat down to clean up the broken blender base. “I'm so sorry! I didn't think I'd scare you!” He kneels down and helps you clean up. “I can replace it, I'll order you a new one, top of the line. I feel so bad.”

“It's okay, I've got an extra one. It's not your fault at all. I was just startled.”

Shawn reaches for a towel to put the small pieces into to carry to the trash can. Unfortunately the towel he grabs has powdered sugar all over it from an instant coffee blend you were working on. The white sugar snows down all over your head and you can't help but laugh, falling back against the cupboard as Shawn stares in shock that he's screwed up again.

“I-I am so sorry,” Shawn mutters, reaching for your ears and running his hand over your fur gently dusting the sugar off.  

The moment he touches you, you're done for. Your eyes roll back, you lean into his hand, and you go slack. All you want to do in that moment is curl up on this strangers lap and have him adore you. God if he asked you to, you'd be all over him like a puppy wanting attention.

“Hey, you okay?” Shawn asks quietly, hand in your hair, thumb stroking over the base of your ear.

You snap back to reality, pulling yourself out of the euphoria you'd entered. You shove Shawn away and scramble back along the floor. “Don't touch my ears!” You blurt out as you smooth them down, trying to get rid of the feel of his hands.

Shawn stares, bewildered by your sudden mood change. He stands, brushing his pants off and looks to the front door as the bell jingles.

You stand up and see Faye crossing the small sitting area. She stops, eyes finding Shawn almost instantly. He was hard to miss, being so tall and broad.

“I should go,” Shawn mutters, walking around the counter and straight out the front door.

“Ohmygod! That's Shawn? That! Wow, if you don't lock that down, I'm going to.” Faye drops her bag on the counter and click her tongue. “What happened in here?”

“I dropped a spice blender.”

“Uh huh,” Faye says, eyeing the mess behind the counter. “ You sure you didn't knock it off the counter while you and Shawn were getting hot and heavy?”

“Faye! I don't even know him!”

Faye snorts. “Psh not yet, but you're gonna.”

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A few weeks later and you're behind the shop taking trash out and it's snowing. The sun went down hours ago and the night sky is reflecting off the snow, making the town an off orange and brownish hue. You crunch across the fresh fallen snow. May 2nd and still snowing. That was Haven Port for you.

“Hey,” you hear softly from behind you followed by crunching footsteps. You turn and see Shawn approaching with his hands in his pockets. “I'm sorry I touched your ears.”

“What? Oh! Oh that was weeks ago.” You laugh, shrugging it off. “You didn't know, you were just trying to help. Is that why you haven't come by?”

Shawn rubs his neck nervously. “Well, it's part of the reason. The other part is that I'm helping my pack move into a place right outside town. I was the first to get here so-”

“You're a Werewolf? You're like me!” You grin, excitement bubbling out of you as you start toward Shawn. You knew there was something about him when you'd seen those gorgeous golden eyes.

“Yes,” Shawn chuckles as you circle him. “I take it you haven't met any Werewolves lately?”

“Never. Just my dad, but it's not the same.” You circle him and shake your head. “How do I know you're not a liar?”

Shawn cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders for a second before he steps back and before your very eyes, his form changes into that of a very large rich brown and black wolf.

You can't help yourself as you touch his fur tentatively, fully burying your fingers in his coat near his neck. He sits and you drop to your knees in the snow, hands running up and down his back.

Shawn shifts back, sitting on the ground before you. “You're hard to read.”

“Huh?”

“Well,” he starts, taking your hand and rubbing his fingers over your palm. “You're sweet and shy one moment, then you yell at me the next. Now you're like a kid in a candy store upon learning about me.”

“Y-you're a wolf, how could I not be excited.”

“I'm an alpha actually.”

“An alpha? Oh my God.”

Shawn laughs, standing and pulling you up out of the snow. “You've really never met a wolf before huh?”

“Never. I've never left Haven Port, and not very many people visit here. We're kind of a stop over for fishing boats and that's it.”

“Ah, yeah, I picked Haven Port just for that reason. My pack has run into trouble over the past few years and I really just wanted to settle down somewhere nice. Something drew me to this place...I dunno what it was.”

You shake your head. “There's nothing here?”

“You're here.”

A blush tints your cheeks and you bite your lip. “I'm not sure what you mean.”

Shawn crosses his arms and looks you over. “Come on. I move to this little sleepy snow-covered town and I meet the most adorable hybrid on my first day? I think this town is going to be just what I needed.”

You roll your eyes and turn toward the back door of the shop. “You're such a flirt. I know you're just trying to butter me up for whatever reason.”

“I am not trying t-”

“You don't have to try so hard,” you giggle and Shawn smiles, chuckling nervously. “I'm already interested.”

“Oh? You are huh?”

You walk slowly back toward the door and Shawn follows.”I am. Would you mind walking me home?”

“Of course not. Would you like a ride instead? My Jeep is parked out front.”

“I'd rather walk, if you don't mind. I'm just...I don't know you that well. I don't think getting in a car with a stranger is very smart.”

Shawn shakes his head and laughs. “You're totally right. I'm so dumb, of course we can walk. For the record though, I'm not a creep.”

“Sounds like something a creep would say,” you joke and he just sighs into a chuckle.

You grab your bag and a hat off the coat hooks by the door. You lock up, pushing Shawn out and fishing your keys from your coat pocket to lock the dead bolts.

The two of you walk around the building and past his Jeep and you pause, looking at the shiny black car. It was really nice, and you sort of always dreamed of having one. They were such great all terrain vehicles...it makes you wonder if he bought it just before moving here.

“What's on your mind?” Shawn whispers, leaning in close to your ear. It sends a shiver down your spine.

“Nothing, I was just spacing off. Come on, I live up this way.”

You set off up the street, heading for the road that turned toward a street lined with old brick homes. It's chilly, and the wind picks up significantly as you round the corner to your street. You pull your coat closer around you and shiver, even with your Werewolf genetics, the cold got to you sometimes.

“Are you cold?” Shawn asks, glancing over your shivering form. “I could give you my jacket, I'd be fine.”

“No, no we're almost there.” You bite your lip to keep your teeth from chattering and tug your hat down from where it's slid up because of your ears.

“Pup, stop,” Shawn murmurs and grabs your hand. “You're shaking so badly. I can't in good conscience let you keep going like this.”

“I'm not a pup. I'm an adult,” you say a little harsher than you mean to. “I just...I'm fine. We're almost there. It's only a few houses down.”

“Please, I insist.” Shawn shrugs off his thick winter coat so he's standing in a nice collared front zip sweater. It's form fitting and you can't help your eyes as they wander over his chest.

“Fine,” you sigh. Shawn helps you put the coat, squatting to zip it up you. He stands to pull the hood up over your head and admire you in his big coat  It smells like his cologne and him...it's wonderful.

“There, you'll be nice and warm now.” Shawn says smiling down at you as a snowflake falls on your nose.

The two of you look up as it begins to snow, big clusters of flakes falling all around you. You push the coat hood back and your hat falls off as you tilt your head up to catch flakes on your tongue.

Shawn joins you and you can't help but laugh. You're two weirdos standing in the middle of the street at nearly eleven at night catching the first flakes of a snowstorm in your mouths. “What are we doing?” You giggle and Shawn shakes his hair out.

“I'm taking you home I believe.”

“Right, yeah.” You pull the hood over your head, pocketing your hat. “It's a few more houses up.”

Your house is at the end of the street. It's small and made of brick with a stone accent around the base of it. It's the home you grew up in and your parents gave to you when they moved a little farther out of town to a cabin your dad built.

At your porch you stop, hands on your keys in your pocket, and look up at Shawn. “Thanks for walking me home. I know it's not a big deal, being out here alone in a tiny little town, but it was nice.”

“Yeah, it's a pretty sleepy town, but I'd rather be safe than sorry.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle nervously, grinding your toe into the snow on the porch. “Good night I guess.”

“Mmhmm. Good night.”

Shawn steps off the porch and heads for the road to go back and get his Jeep. It's not until you're inside, greeting your cat Parker, that you realize you still have Shawn's coat on. Quickly you go to the window and look out, he's more than half way down the street and you decide you'll just have to keep it for now. Not that you mind.

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[philosophysicsuniverse-blog]

I’m going to be spending the next week thinking about what type of skillsets that I want to learn. this is going to be slef introspection and jazz. Expect this to be a monthly thing. Not that anybody ever reads these! Lol! Hahaha In all serious, future me, that is to say, present you, you’re probs a few steps past myself, that is to say past you and present me. So quick summation: You know some piano, some music, you’re an okay writer, and you’re learning Blender right now. Hopefully in a month, I will have, which is to say you have, honed just a bit. Goals for piano that you should probs check on: Review Piano Songs Pachelbel’s Canon Fur Elise That Sonatina you half remember but can’t think of the name of. Not Tomorrow (The rhythmic melody one from silent hill) Turkish March. Ukulele: Learn a new song, but just keep practicing picking and strumming. Try the bluebirds tab 2$ on that website. Google Sungha Jung. Copy him, he’s a good one. Don’t be intimidated! You do you! Writing: Try and publish a chapter or something. Just make something and publish it. You’re good at dialogue but need to work on description of scenes, actions, and pacing stuff. Blender: Uh... Learn how it works and what the buttons do. Words from past you, that is to say present me, to future me, that is to say present you: You’re not dead yet, so you’ve still got things to do. So try.

[zakadeja]

Spectrum Dev Blog #1 - 9/30/20

Been working on so many different things for Spectrum lately that are all code related, so I don’t have much to show here.

I’ve been:

• Trying to decide on toony plane fur, or buying Xfur 2.0 (I have 1.0) has been rough, and I think I might transition to Xfur instead. Hopefully, the URP hair shader I already have will look good for manes and tufts. 

Because all of the transparency of the planes are on different materials, it’s quite a lot of materials for Unity to keep track of. Making a render in Blender might be nice with these, but making a MMORPG that has characters with 12+ materials isn’t something I want to do for any project of mine.

So by the end of today, I’ll probably have bought Xfur and started working on learning its new tools since they look really awesome.

• Slowly learning NoesisGUI, a cross platform WPF based UI engine. Note that it looks wrong in the screenshots (most likely using the wrong style). Today I’ll be working on data binding & event stuffs so that when you click, there are sounds, and some sort of event-forwarding-to-unity thing - though I believe Noesis already handles this.

I’ve only used WPF once for an application I don’t even have anymore, and I’ve been doing my best to make sure my project is organized well.

• I’ve started over and over on Wild Midnight so many times that I did the same for Spectrum. It uses none of my sloppy Baby’s First™ code from WM, but that means that it isn’t currently at the same place WM was. 

• I made a bunch of extremely basic animations for prototyping. I’ve been trying to learn and comprehend Unity’s animation controllers, blend trees and state machines. Hopefully the game will have a dynamic animation system in the future that can be easily extended for all of the different species. I’ve considered using the Malber’s Animations Animal Controller that I got free a while ago, but for now I need to learn how to do this myself before I start buying more and more assets.

• The shadergraphs have to be completely redone. I have decided on a Sims-3-pets-esque editing system for markings and decals. You will be able to drag and drop layers, move them up, merge them down, apply gradients to them, etc. in the future. Making the character designer fun and easy to use should help people enjoy the game a whole lot more - since I plan to release it before everything else.

• I’ve learned how to make all kinds of textures in Substance Designer, so next is to learn Substance painter. I’ll have to put this off for a while until I’m ready to do more environment design.

• Gaea is a free to use terrain generator. Really good stuff.

Thank you for your time, reader. Spectrum may not be ready for another year or so, but it helps for me to make dev posts like this.

[incorrectsmashbrosquotes]

The child Smashers have done…something, nobody’s quite sure what, and are awaiting a parent-Hand conference.

Since most of them have no parents, the Hands had to improvise.

Galeem, utterly exasperated: What did you people do this time?

Sonic: I object! There were no witnesses! We were framed!

Ness, panicked: I-it’s society’s fault! I’m young and impressionable! Uh, video games made me do it!

Young Link: But…you’re from a video game.

Ness: Oh yeah…

Galeem: …let’s just get this over with.

Dharkon: I’m sure it’s not that bad!

In Master Hand’s office…

Galeem: THEY DID WHAT?!

Master Hand: The good news is the fire is finally under control. And Banjo is expected to regrow most of his fur.

Dharkon: Weeeeeell, you gotta admire their ambition!

Galeem: *turns to him* Don’t encourage them! You know they learned this from you!

Dharkon: Woahwoahwoahwoah, don’t try and pin this on me! I’m out there everyday trying to get people to forgive me for the whole World of Light fiasco, what do you do all day?

Galeem: Oh! Suddenly, you care?! You wanna know what I do all day?!

Dharkon: That’s what I just asked!

Galeem: I clean up after all your messes, that’s what I do all day! And it wouldn’t kill you to show a little appreciation!

Dharkon: I don’t have to listen to my arch-enemy!

Galeem: Oh? Well, you also don’t have to eat what I make!

Dharkon: Oh yeah? Well, your noodles are overcooked anyway!

Galeem: *gasp* How dare you. I want you out. Get out of the mansion!

The children are all listening through the door.

Which suddenly slams open and sends them flying. Dharkon storms out through the doorway.

Dharkon: Fine! But I’m taking the blender with me!

Galeem: *dashes out after him* I bought it! You can’t have it!

Dharkon: I touched it! It’s mine!

Galeem: STOP TOUCHING MY STUFF!

Slowly, Master Hand leaves his office. He sees the children in a heap on the floor.

Master Hand: …well, it seems you all have been punished enough.

Ness: We are so sorry for their behavior.

[aleniksimmer]

Poses by HelgaTisha.

And I’ve reached the point I can’t tell anymore if she looks like Evelynn or not. And this happens ALWAYS.

Anyway, I finished the fur/coat/how do you want to call it. And I decided that’s the only version I’ll make. I really don’t want to start to separate the pieces at the moment, maybe I’ll just do the sleeves without any fur but still with the golden decor. I’ve added a couple of pics with Ahri just to see if they still look cohesive. I think they do? I’ve tried to reuse most of the color palette, but they obviously have different color schemes.

Good news: the fur seems to work nice with bodymorph and weights (kinda).

Bad news: issues list.

The fur clips in certain animations/poses with the back on the left side (didn’t noticed before, I don’t know if I can make the weights work properly due to the shape and the “low poly”).

The texture of the fur, while it looked defined in blender, it loses details when imported in S4S (so in game), I guess due to how the game read the textures. Along to this, since the game doesn’t support normal maps for accessories (this whole thing is in bracelet category), I can’t add one to fake some 3D details. At this point I got used to it and I don’t think there’s anything more I can do. CAS vs Blender.

There’s a line going on in the right arm plate that I’m not sure why it’s happening. And I think it’s only happening in Evelynn (didn’t saw it in testing sims) but I don’t know if it’s due to the dress (it shouldn’t since everything worked properly), the fur that maybe clips in some way (even if in blender doesn’t look like) or just my PC that’s being a jerk. I’ve re-checked the mesh in blender and it doesn’t have any defects or accidental cuts, so Idk.

I haven’t seen any particular difference between the fur in CAS and the fur in game.

That’s how the fur on the wrists looks like, same issue with the texture.

Overall the fur is not as huge as in the video. I did the best I could but, as I said before, I’m still learning. I’ve tried to maintain the lowest poly as possible since I intend to upload it on TSR too. The whole fur thing with the plates and bracelets is around 7k (which is pretty nice imo).

Opinions?

[charmingcentry]

Bechloe - Lost

Part 1

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- CHLOE’S POV -

A wide stiff yawn emerges from an awakened Chloe, turning off her 5:30 A.M. alarm. Although her veterinary profession doesn’t require her to clock in until 9 A.M. sharp, she rises extra early to run errands beforehand in hopes of free time after clocking out at 5 P.M. She rubs her eyes and stretches out her body, letting out another yawn in the process. The redhead creeps out of her room, cautiously walking to the bathroom, not wanting to wake her roommate, Aubrey Posen. Let’s just say, no one would want to deal with grumpy exasperated Aubrey unless they’re looking for a death wish. Chloe lets out a sigh of relief after her seemingly long walk from her bedroom to the bathroom, grateful that she didn’t wake up the blonde. The redhead switches on the shower faucet and steps in, resisting the urge to break out into song. Instead, she hums the tune of When I’m Gone, a song Beca had shown Chloe over the course of their many video chats.

Ever since the two met, they have been inseparable, usually talking over the phone after Beca has put Jamie to bed and after Chloe has taken care of her veterinary-related research along with dinner. Their video chats, audio calls, and text conversations have lasted approximately an hour each night, their longest being 2 when coincidentally, the two had an off-day from their profession. The two feel like teenagers whenever they talk at night, avoiding to stay up too late since they both wake up early morning. Throughout the day, Beca and Chloe usually send somewhat flirty texts to enlighten the other’s mood and day.

Chloe: this puppy i just took gave vaccines to reminds me of you ngl. Beca: is it because im as sick as a dog? Chloe: ha ha very funny. but no, it was pretty tiny actually ;P Beca: hey! Chloe: its coat of fur had similar color to yours. it was also pretty adorable too;) Beca: you callin me cute beale? bc trust me, when im sick like this, i look horrifying Chloe: aw no you donttt. you looked really hot during our facetime date last night;))  Beca: it was probably bc of my high fever but thanks chlo  Chloe: oh whatever. i gotta go but ill text you later. feel better becs!

The redhead turns off the shower faucet and dries herself up, using a blow-dryer to quicken the process of drying her hair. She walks out of the bathroom into the kitchen, greeted by an energetic Aubrey who is chopping up fruits on the counter. The blonde greets the redhead, shoveling the sliced fruit into a blender. Chloe pats her friend’s shoulder and quickly downs a banana that she snatched from Aubrey’s cutting board.

“Hey! That was gonna go to our smoothie Chloe.” Aubrey exclaims as she tears another one of the yellow fruit from a bowl.

“Sorry, Aubrey!” Chloe exclaims, tying on her running sneakers. “Needed a quick snack before my run.” She opens their apartment door and heads out. “Bye Bree!”

“Bye Chlo, be safe!”

- BECA’S POV -

“Mommy get up already!” The brunette lets out a groan as her little daughter basically body slams her, feeling Jamie’s hair smothering her own face. Beca elevates herself and lays back on her forearms, noticing the clock read 6:45 A.M. The brunette ruffles her daughter’s hair as Jamie lets out a giggle, proceeding to then step off of the bed to pull her mother by her arm. “Come on! You promised you would get me ready for picture day!”

Beca finally gives in to her pleading daughter and gets out of bed, scrambling around her room to turn on the lights. “Okay sweetie, let mommy get ready first alright?”

The excited girl lets out a squeal and makes her way down the hall of their small condo as Beca continues to wonder how in the world Jamie has this amount of energy so early in the morning. Well, I guess it’s because she’s only five and for some reason, younger kids have a lot more energy than everyone else in the world. The brunette lets out a yawn, grabbing a change of clothes from her closet as she shuffles her way to the bathroom as her slippers scarped against their hard wooden floors. Beca brushes her teeth as she scrolls through her phone, being met with dozens of text from her friend Stacie Conrad who is already teasing about Chloe this early in the morning

Stacie: how are things with that redhead going;))  Beca: honestly its too early in the morning for this stace. but its good i guess. we have a coffee date later tonight which should be cool Stacie: YAY! so happy you decided to go through with it Beca: thanks i guess? but i mean, i am too. chloe seems pretty nice and stuff Stacie: you needa sharpen up on your complimenting game if you want a second date with that gorgeous redhead of yours Beca: oh shut up conrad. Stacie: :). oki, imma help Bella organize her school items now. byeeeee! Beca: cya weirdo.

The brunette walks out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed after dousing her face in cold water. One of the cons of being a night showerer is that they definitely suffer from lack of energy in the morning, so Beca splashes her face in cold water to make herself more alert and awake. She finds her daughter sitting patiently in her room, still in her pajamas with wet hair, Beca smiles that her daughter is beginning to learn how to shower on her own. Jamie’s mouth turns into a big grin when seeing her mom walk in, immediately bouncing up from her small racecar bed - a hand-me-down from Stacie after Bella grew out of it - and rushing towards her mother.

“What should I wear?” Jamie asks in excitement, still jumping up and down in place. Beca smiles and scoops her up, walking over to her closet. The brunette slides the door open and puts on a dramatic pondering face, causing Jamie to let out a laugh.

“How about~ this!” Beca exclaims, pulling out a light yellow sundress with white polka-dots scattered across the fabric, a present from Chloe the redhead had given it to Beca when she saw the brunette’s dad pick up Jamie from kindergarten.

“Yes! Chloe gave me that!” The brunette puts her daughter down and playfully throws the dress over Jamie’s head as she lets out another laugh yet again. “Hey! That’s mean mommy.” Jamie pouts as she pulls off her pajamas with the help of Beca. The tinier brunette lifts up her arms as her mom drapes the sundress over her body, Jamie letting out another squeal of excitement as she sees her outfit.

“Careful with noise Jamie, we don’t want to bother the neighbors do we?”

“Bo-ther?” Her daughter asks, Beca being reminded that there are words that Jamie still doesn’t know - the music producer also has to watch her cussing too...

“It means you make someone sad in some way. Some of our neighbors get bothered when there is a lot of noise when they want to sleep.”

“Oh, okay! I’ll try not to… bo-ther.” Beca smiles as she kneels down to braid her daughter’s hair, finally getting the hang of it after countless tutorials on Youtube and incidents of countless hair pulling. After 5 minutes, the braid was finished and Beca finishes off her outfit with baby pink sneakers, planting a kiss on Jamie’s cheek.

“Okay, let’s roll Jamie! Get your backpack.” Beca states, tying on her sneakers and grabbing her car keys off of the bowl that rests on top of the kitchen counter

“What about breakfast?” Jamie asks, getting a backpack that is twice the size of her own body.

“Don’t worry, we’re stopping by a cafe. I need to get coffee for someone and we’ll eat there.” Jamie lets out a small cheer, she always loved when they ate breakfast at her favorite cafe.

“Who are you getting coffee for?” Beca takes ahold of Jamie’s hand as they walk out of their condo, the brunette locking the door after them.

“Chloe sweetie.”

“Why?”

“Just a little surprise for her,” Beca states, wondering why her daughter is suddenly asking many questions.

“Wow mommy, you really like Chloe.”

Beca chuckles as she presses the elevator button to the main floor of their condo building. “Yep, I sure do Jamie.” They walk over to the parking lot and Beca hoists Jamie in her car seat and begins the seat buckle process.

“No, wait! I can do it on my own.” Jamie says, grabbing the seatbelt from the top left corner and clicks the belt into the slot. Beca stands back in astonishment and prevents a tear trying to escape. Her little Jamie is slowly growing up.

“Pretty neat little dude, getting smarter every second.” She walks over to the driver side of the car and gets in. She buckles her own seatbelt and starts the car, turning up the radio, laughing when Jamie quietly raps along to No Diggity... maybe Beca should play this song a lot less with her daughter in the car.

[insanely-creative-things]

 Big Problem

Big Hero 7 : the series

www.fanfiction.net

*In the middle of a pleasant night, Fred is reading out loud one of his favorite comics to Mini-Max, his little robot sidekick that Hiro and Cora built for him.*

Fred: *As Doctor Glove* 'Give it up Human Fist! The Ring of Wearing belongs to me!' *As Human Fist* Over my dead phalanges, Doctor Glove!'

Mini-Max: Is Doctor Glove also, just a hand?

Fred: You see, Fist is the left, Glove is the right. They were brothers until-

*Just then, he hears his mother on the voice-com.*

Mother Frederickson: Frederick? Are you dressed for dinner? We have a very important guest tonight. Orso Knox!

Fred: *Sigh* Yeah Mom! Just...pressing my cumberbund!

Mini-Max: What is a cumberbund?

Fred: Literally, no one knows.

*Soon Fred resumes reading the story to Mini-Max.*

Fred: *As Doctor Glove* 'Then it has come to this! Your doom will fit you- Like a glove!

*Just as Fred turns the page to show the word of Kaboom, a literal explosion happens that shook the room to its core.*

Fred: Mini-Max did you hear that too?!

Mini-Max: Yes! The sound of mischief!

*Suddenly, a wall from Fred's room bursts open to reveal itself to be a large, spiked fur-covered monster. The monster bared its teeth as it growled at Fred and Mini-Max While Fred is sitting in shock over a literal monster in his room, Mini-Max jumps into action.*

Mini-Max: Mini-Maximum Justice!

*But the monster holds out its claws and catches Mini-Max and than sends him flying out through the large hole in the wall it created to enter with one toss as Mini-Max screams. The monster turns just in time to face Fred, who throws a bean bag to whack the monster, but the creature catches it with its mouth and rips it to shreds. Fred dodges out of the way as the monster charges over to a portrait of his father in his super-alter ego, Boss Awesome.*

Fred: Wait no! That's my Dad!

*The monster throws half of the portrait to Fred, now focusing on him. Fred crawls backward to avoid the jaws of the beast.*

Fred: Hey, maybe we got off on the wrong foot! I'm Fred, You're a big scary monster- We're not so different here-

Monster: *Roars loudly!*

Fred: Never Mind! Different! Very Different! I see that now! I was mistaken!

*Just as the monster's existence wasn't already a shock, it did something astounding...it spoke.*

Monster: What's past is prologue.

*Then the monster jumps over Fred and runs off as it roars through the night, escaping before anything could be done. Just then, Fred's Mother comes in to check on him only to see the damage the monster left behind.*

Mother Fredrickson: You're not even dressed.

*The gang are immediately called by Fred after he explains what had happened. As of now, the gang and Heathcliff are cleaning the destruction of Fred's Room while his mother calls the person they were going to have dinner with tonight.*

Mother Frederickson: If you can catch Mr. Knox before he leaves, do tell him dinner is cancelled. Yes, there was a..monster attack. I know I know, mortifying-

*Baymax brings over Mini-Max to his charging station, looking worse for wear.*

Baymax: Mini-max has sustained significant damage.

Fred: Little bud, it's gonna be Mini-Maximum-okay.

*Hiro and Cora walk over to Fred.*

Hiro: So what'd it look like?

Fred: Okay, so imagine if you put a whale, and a dinosaur, and some hair into a blender, than poured that into a human-shaped ice tray, and froze it, and let it thaw just a little.

Gogo: Wow, really?

Cora: Maybe after Hiro and I repair Mini-Max, he can show us through his recorder.

*Just then Mini-Max speaks*

Mini-Max: I can provide visual conformation right now.

*Mini-Max's eyes light up to show a hologram of the monster that attacked them earlier.*

Gogo: Huh... That actually looks like Fred's description.

*Hiro picks up the slobbered, broken portrait of Boss Awesome and shows it to Baymax.*

Hiro: Baymax?

Baymax: I will swab for DNA traces.

*Baymax activates his finger to scan through the DNA to find out more on the monster.*

Fred: He must've been an old enemy of my Dad's. He said "What's past is prologue'. Which sure sounds like something a monster out for revenge would say.

*Gogo shuts his mouth.*

Gogo: Monster? Seriously?

Cora: Gogo, we fight Globby every other Tuesday. And you're questioning this?

Gogo:...Touche.

Hiro: And it did eat his portrait.

Baymax: The DNA does not match any known species.

Fred: Real... life... monster... Coolest Dad Ever!

*The next day at school, the rest of the gang look over the files of Boss Awesome's enemies...A whole mountain ton.*

Hiro: Wow your Dad had a lot of enemies.

Cora: It was nice of Commander Carter to give us these files though... *Mutters* Even if it is a heck of a lot of info to go through...

Fred: *Sigh* But I can't figure which one of my Dad's old nemesis is-*Tries to find the right pronunciation*...Nemesisis? Nemesy? What is-how do you do that? *Keeps trying to find the right pronunciation*

Cora: *Decides to give him a hand* How about 'enemies' for now Fred? It's a lot easier to pronounce properly.

*Just then, Honey Lemon found a particular file.*

Honey Lemon: Oh! This guy's called 'The Monster'!

Fred: No, he was more of a social monster. Talked during movies, clipped his toenails in public transportation, gross stuff like that.

Honey Lemon: Ew...

*Just then, Wasabi and Gogo arrive.*

Wasabi: Uh guys? We just saw Grandville heading this way and she looks...

Gogo: Very Un-Grandville.

Cora and Hiro: Meaning?

*Just then, Grandville appears with a really wide smile on her face.*

Hiro: Oh...

Cora: *Whispers to Hiro* Hiro...I'm scared...

Grandville: Straighten up the lab, there's a visitor coming!...*Resuming to her usual straight-faced demeanor* You also might want to hide him somewhere.

*The person she's pointing at is Fred as he's still trying to find the plural word for nemesis.*

Honey Lemon: So who's the visitor?

Grandville: Liv Amara.

*When there isn't a response, Grandville repeats herself.*

Grandville: Liv Amara!

Gogo: Wait, 'Liv Amara' Liv Amara? Founder of Sycorax?

Grandville: Precisely!

Wasabi: Only like one of the word's Gogo just said meant anything to me...

Gogo: Liv Amara is 23 and runs her own BioTech Company. In other words, totally hardcore.

*Gogo is about to blow out her bubble gum only for Grandville to pop it out and remove it from her mouth.*

Grandville: Totally hardcore indeed, and she's donated funds for SFIT's new biotech building and an expansion on the Marine Hall. There's going to be a dedication ceremony later this week.

*Grandville sweeps all the files into Fred's arms.*

Fred: Oh so that's what the big tent outside is for... *Disappointed now* awww...

Honey Lemon: Oh you thought the circus was coming didn't you?

Fred: Yeah...

*Soon Grandville brushes out Hiro's messy hair as she lightly pinches Cora's cheeks for color.*

Grandville: Liv Amara has heard about Baymax and Cora's counter illumination project. She'd like to meet him and you two.

Wasabi: Ooh! Goals!

*Wasabi fist bumps Hiro and Cora.*

Grandville: *Hears a helicopter outside* There she is now! Look intelligent.

*Just as Grandville leaves the room, Karmi comes bursting through the room with a large smile on her face.*

Karmi: *Excitingly talking fast* IsawLivAmara'shelicopterlandandIhadtocometomeethersheismyheroIloveherisshehere?!

*The rest of the gang are silent over Karmi's...enthusiasm..which is a surprise when Baymax spoke.*

Baymax: You should breath now.

Hiro: *Slightly bragging* Karmi.. she's here to see me and Cora.

Karmi: *Gets in Hiro and Cora's faces with a big smile on her face* Than she'll be very pleasantly surprised by me!

Cora: *Sighs on annoyance* Karmi, as much as you being excited is understandable, please just go. Your smile is slightly freaking me.

*Just then Grandville appears with a young blonde woman with brown eyes.*

Grandville: Students, meet Miss Amara.

Liv: Come on Grace, you can call me Liv.

Wasabi and Honey Lemon: Grace?

Grandville: Liv, this is Hiro Hamada.

Liv: *Jokingly* Which means this little guy is Baymax.

*Baymax blinks.*

Baymax: I am relatively large in stature.

*Liv presses her face into Baymax's belly to see the robotic skeleton.*

Liv: So...tell me about him.

Hiro: Um, Hyper spectral cameras. Carbon Fiber skeleton.

Liv: I can see that, I mean what led you to create him.

Hiro: Oh-ohh.. I-I actually didn't.. but my brother did.

Liv: *Suddenly becomes dismissive* Oh, well. Great to meet you.

Hiro: B-but the upgrades are all me! And I've invested-

Karmi: Excuse me, Miss Amara? I'm Karmi. Let me introduce you to the Extra Dermal Nano Receptor. Tiny, painless, no needles.

Liv: And Ion-Topher-Etic Delivery system? And it works?

Karmi: Yup! I've run three rounds of trials, the last trial was really promising.

Liv: Huh...

*That's when Liv turns to Cora, who is just standing still while seemingly eyeing the older woman...and feeling slightly put off toward her dismissive attitude towards Hiro after learning that he didn't actually create Baymax.*

Liv: And you must be Cora Mizichio, nice to meet you.

Cora: *Shakes out of her inner thoughts* Uhh...yeah... Nice to meet you too...umm...

Liv: I heard you made a Counter-Illumination Fabric?

Cora: Umm..yes. Here, let me show you.

*Cora grabs the box she brought over to show the fabric.*

Cora: It works like this.

*Cora puts the fabric over her tank top and stands nearby a source of light. The brighter shades of light reflected the fabric beautifully.*

Liv: Quiet impressive. Hey, why don't you and Karmi come join me to see the new biotech building and the new extension on the Marine Hall?

Cora: Oh... Okay... Can Hiro come too?

Liv: I think it be best if it's just the three of us for now.

*This slightly raises more suspicion in the pit of Cora's stomach, but she didn't object just in case she said something to upset the self-made billionaire. With that, Cora and Karmi walk beside her as the blue-haired teen turns her head to look at Hiro. She gives a small, sad smile at him as a way of saying sorry.*

Hiro: Professor Grandville, you said she was here to see both me and Cora.

Grandville: She was Mr. Hamada. But Karmi wowed her along with Miss Mizichio.

Hiro: Karmi basically invented a sticker.

Grandville: Green isn't a good color on you Mr. Hamada.

*Grandville leaves the room to join the three females.*

Baymax: Hiro is not wearing green.

Gogo: She means he's jealous of Karmi.

*As of while, Fred tries on the sticker Karmi made... which soon results in him collapsing as his body goes numb.*

Wasabi: Maybe she should've tried more tests runs..and get Fred to a doctor...he's out cold.

Fred: *Strained through his teeth* I think...my brain... is freezing..!

*Meanwhile at Krei Tech, Alistair Krei is looking over files on his computer.*

Krei: Interesting...

*Which happened to be photos of himself... That's when he hears screaming.*

Krei: Excuse me! wWhat is going on out there?

*Just then, the door bursts open which leads to Krei ducking behind his desk.*

Krei: Hello?

*The monster appears before him, the same one that attacked Fred and Mini-Max before.*

Krei: *Was not expecting to see a monster* Ahh... Did we have an appointment?

*The monster charges towards him only for some lasers to blast him.*

Krei: Haha! Buddy Guard!

*The Buddy Guards, now updated and improved, hover over to restrain the monster only for it to chomp down on one of the guards and throw the other one out the window.*

Lois Carter: Yes, Mr. Krei?

*Krei pulls the phone off his desk to call for help.*

Krei: Ah-oh.. Call Big Hero 7...Now!

*The monster lifts the desk over and sees Krei.*

Monster: This thing of darkness, I acknowledge mine! *Roar*

Krei: *Now officially scared out of his mind* AAAAAHHHH! I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!

*Honey Lemon, Gogo and Fred arrived at Krei's office as the entrepreneur retells what had happened to him as Lois Carter hands him a cup of tea.*

Krei: This creature just bursts in here, said something weird and left! I was barely able to fight it off- Oh this tea is hot.

Lois Carter: Oh he hid behind a file cabinet until it left.

*Krei looks at Lois with heated eyes.*

Lois Carter: Bravely...

Honey Lemon: What did it look like?

Krei: It was like if you put a whale, and a dinosaur and some hair into a blender, than pour that into a human-shaped ice tray and froze it and let it thaw... a little.

Fred: Told you! That's the monster!

Gogo: What weird thing did it say?

Krei: 'This thing of darkness, I acknowledge mine', Something like that. There was a lot of grunts in there. *Sniffs* What smells like Shrimp Scampi?

*That's when Honey Lemon and Gogo take a whiff of the air. That's when Fred reveals that he is wearing a necklace made of garlic.*

Fred: Oh I'm a monster hunter now. So I came prepared.

Honey Lemon: Freddy? You know Garlic is for vampires right?

Fred:... Yes.

*That's when Fred takes a bite of one of the cloves.*

Fred: This is- Just- A snack *Gack*

Gogo: *To Krei* Go back a second. What were you doing when this freak attacked?

Krei: Nothing. I was finally supposed to be meeting with an investor, Orso Knox.

Honey Lemon: Orso Knox?

Lois Carter: One of the richest men in San Fransokyo. Trust Fund baby.

Fred: Wait, Orso Knox? That's the guy my mom had to cancel on the night the monster attack.

Krei: I've been courting him for years and then suddenly Liv Amara shows up and he wants to invest with her impressive new company and her shiny shiny hair. *Pouts*

Lois Carter: He's a little jealous.

Krei: What? My hair shines.

*Back at SFIT, Hiro and Cora are doing their separate things. Cora is smiling awkwardly at Liv and to a lesser extent, Karmi.*

Cora: So...Miss Amara?

Liv: It's Liv, and what is it?

Cora: Do you mind if I call someone for a quick bit?

Liv: I don't see why not.

Cora: Thanks.

Meanwhile, Hiro is in his lab working when Baymax waddles in. That's when Baymax notices that Hiro has a vial.*

Baymax: This is not a robotics project.

Hiro: No it's biotech. I have to come up with something better than Karmi's dermal-nano-sticker-thing and I think this will do the trick.

*Just then Hiro's phone rings, showing a picture of Cora and her ringtone playing. He puts the biotech project aside and answers it.*

Hiro: Cora?

Cora: *Tries(and fails) to sound like she's enjoying herself(but really isn't)* Hey Hiro... So...Liv and... Karmi... are okay... Been talking a lot about biotech and such... and wow.. Liv Amara sure is..something…

Hiro: Uhh..don't take this the wrong way babe...but, you don't really sound all that happy...

Cora: *Sighs dejectedly* To be honest with you, I'm not. I just wish you were here...Also...I saw your face earlier when Liv just dismissed you like that after you told her you weren't the one who built Baymax. I didn't think that was cool of her at all, just about downright rude if you ask me. And you're also feeling jealous about Karmi's invention getting the spotlight instead of you. Am I right or wrong?

Hiro: *Tries(and also fails) to sound convincing that he is not jealous* What? No *Forced chuckle* That-that's crazy...

Baymax: Judging from your forced grin and laughter, you are lying.

Cora: I know that Baymax. Anyway, so what if Karmi's invention got Liv's attention? You're still the smartest guy I know. And if Liv can't see that, than who cares what she thinks. And as I mentioned before, I didn't think it was cool or right of her to just brush you off when you mentioned that Tadashi made Baymax instead of you.

Hiro: That's...honestly something I didn't notice...till now... Hmmm.

Cora: Yeah... but that's beside the point. The point is, is that you are the most awesome Robotics Major out there and there's no changing that. You don't need to prove anything to someone who turns off at something small like that. You don't owe them anything!

*Hiro smiles at Cora's words.*

Hiro: Thanks babe. That honestly makes me feel better.

Baymax: His neuro-transmitters are elevated and I see signs of content in his face.

Cora: Thanks for the update Baymax. Anyway, I'll tell you everything afterwards K? Love you.

Hiro: Love you too.

*After he hangs up the phone, he looks at the biotech project and smirks at it. Baymax watches Hiro putting the biotech project in a box.*

Baymax: You are throwing away the biotech Project.

Hiro: Hey, she has a point. I'm good at robotics, not biotech. I don't need to show Liv Amara or Karmi that I was.. a little jealous. And sides, it's her loss not mine. Also I should probably focus more on the monster that attacked Fred.

*Meanwhile, Liv, Cora, and Karmi are walking towards the dining hall while talking.*

Liv: Let's say you two can only pick one subject to study forever, what would it be?

Karmi: Uh.. Organic Chemistry. Wait no! Pathogen and Bacteria!

Liv: Same!

*Liv and Karmi high five each other as Cora silently drinks her water.*

Liv: *Turns to Cora* What about you?

Cora: Marine Bio.

Liv: You sound certain.

Cora: My grandmother told stories about the ocean all the time when I was younger. And she would take me to the beach to look for things like red seaweed and mussels.

Liv: Is that so? That must've been exciting.

*Karmi eyes at Cora for a bit as she records the conversation, with Liv's permission, for her video diary.*

Karmi: So... Whatcha do with the red seaweed and mussels?

Cora: Study them over...*Takes another sip of her water before adding* And then we brought them home to eat them.

Liv: *Not expecting that answer and becomes slightly grossed out* You... ate the red seaweeds and mussels?

Cora: Believe it or not, red seaweed actually goes well with Miso Soup.

*Liv blinks as she gives a slight strained smile at the odd, blue haired girl.*

Karmi: *Also looks grossed out* You mean to tell me that you actually eat seaweed and mussels right out of the ocean... that is the most-

*Just as Karmi was about to spit out a slight insult towards Cora, she catches herself since Liv is front of them.*

Karmi: *Forces out a stained smile with a positive comment* -fascinating diet I've ever heard of! I bet it must've been really delicious when you got home!

Cora: *Sighs uninterested* Yeah...

*When they finally arrived at the dining hall, they find Cora's Grandmother holding a large bento box, who just turns her head to see the three.*

Cora: *Smiles happily* Grandmama!

Kaguya: *Smiles back to her granddaughter* Hello Cora.

*Cora goes over and hugs her as Kaguya notices the two other girls, both of whom she doesn't know, which Cora notices.*

Cora: Oh! Umm, Grandmama, this is Karmi and Miss Liv Amara.

*Kaguya's eyes widened a bit when she heard the first girl's name, but tilted her head at the woman's name. Regardless, she greets them.*

Kaguya: It is nice to meet your acquaintances. *To Cora* I'm surprised though granddaughter, I thought you were gonna have lunch with your friends today.

Cora: Yeah, I know. But there's been a slight change of plans...

Liv and Karmi: Lunch?

Kaguya: My granddaughter planned a shared meal with her friends and boyfriend to have together, *Gestures to the box she's carrying* This is what she made.

Liv: *Raises an eyebrow at this. Still remembering about what Cora told her about the red seaweed and mussels* You...can cook?

Cora: Yeah...Is something wrong?

Liv: N-no...it's just..huh..

*Cora helps her grandmother place the bento box on the table and opens it to reveal a vary of food that neither Liv or Karmi could believe; there was sushi nigiri topped with salmon and tuna, rice with seaweed, steak cooked with sesame seeds, and for dessert strawberries dipped in chocolate cut to shape like roses.*

Liv: *Very surprised* You..actually made all of this?

Kaguya: *Answering for Cora* Indeed she did. My granddaughter has had years of experience and practice. I suppose you two would enjoy this meal as much as her friends and Hiro Hamada would have.

Liv: *Catches on to what Kaguya just said* Wait...did you say Hiro Hamada?

Kaguya: Yes, I did... He's my granddaughter's boyfriend, a remarkable young man if I may say so myself. He's grown up quite a bit as of late and has proven himself to be a very bright and respectful young man...just as much as Tadashi was.

Liv: Tadashi?...

Kaguya: Why yes, his older brother. *Sigh sadly* Such a tragedy his loss was...and still is... But, his memory still lives on with Hiro along with this school, especially Tadashi Hamada Hall.

Liv: ...Tadashi Hamada Hall?...

*This is where Kaguya catches that Liv Amara is looking faintly...uncomfortable, almost as if she made a mistake. Karmi wasn't looking so so great either as this talk was starting to make her feel uncomfortable too as she stole a quick glance at Cora.*

Kaguya: Well yes, of course. After all, you are an important woman with connections Miss Amara...you should have known about Tadashi and his brother Hiro.

*Now both Liv and Karmi feel like they're squirming with much unease. Finally Kaguya sighs as she looks at Cora.*

Kaguya: I have to admit I am surprised that Hiro won't be dining with you, Cora. You two almost always eat together, especially since you always work this hard on making bento when it's for him.

Cora: *Rubs the back of her neck as she looks down* Ah...w-well you see, Grandmama... I..had actually asked Miss Amara here if Hiro could join us... But...well...

Liv: *Awkwardly cuts in* I-I had thought it would be better if it was just the three of us *Gesturing to herself, Karmi and Cora* I was not...aware that she already had planned on having a group lunch with her friends..or that she had..worked so hard on this bento for them..and her boyfriend...

Kaguya: *Narrows her eyes at the young woman* Hmm...I see. Well Miss Amara, in the future I do hope that you will consider that not everyone can revolve around you whenever you see fit. It would do you well to exercise more consideration for what the people around you might want. *To Cora* Cora dear, the next time there's been a change of plans, please try to remember to contact your father or I. Alright?

Cora: I'll try to remember that Grandmama.

*As Kaguya turns to walk towards the exit as Liv(who is slightly taken back at what Kuguya just said to her) sits down, she catches Karmi and whispers into her ear.*

Kaguya: My granddaughter talks about you quite a bit at home you know, a biotech student right?

Karmi: *Feeling slightly nervous under the older woman's hard gaze* Uh-um...Y-yeah?

Kaguya:*Leans in closer* It's almost ironic that such a student would select something just as venomous as your behavior towards my granddaughter and her boyfriend. You're very lucky she's willing to give you a chance to redeem yourself, despite your continuously vicious behavior towards them. If it had been up to me...I would have posted your behavior online without a second thought and ruin you...

*Now Karmi was shaking to the core with fear. Finally the old woman turns her attention to all three and gives a large(if not slightly fake) smile.*

Kaguya: I hope you three enjoy your meal!

*Cora smiles back and waves goodbye as the other two merely and awkwardly wave their hands. But they did start to calm down a little as they started eating the bento Cora made. And while it was as delicious as it looked...it didn't completely ease Liv and Karmi for their encounter with Kaguya.*

Liv: *Complimenting Cora culinary skills(while also trying to break the ice that had set in after meeting with Kaguya)* Wow Cora! This bento is absolutely delicious! It's probably one of the best things I've ever eaten!

Karmi: *Though she hated to admit it, the bento was delicious and probably one of the best things she's ever eaten too.* Yeah. That is actually pretty good.

Cora: *Starts blushing from the praise(even if half of it was from Karmi)* Well thanks. As my Grandmother said, I do have years of practice and experience to back it up. So I guess it would make sense that it all payed off.

Liv: Ah yes, your..Grandmother... She seems like a very...intense woman...

Karmi: *Muttering under her breath* Intense and downright scary..

Cora: Oh she is intense, and tough too. Even I get scared of her from time to time. She sometimes scares my dad just by looking at him too. But she was a single mother raising my mom all alone, so I guess she has to be. She became a lot more so when my mom died. But she's really sweet once you get to know her. And she was even an herbal medicine doctor before moving here to San Fransokyo.

Liv: An herbal medicine doctor?

Cora: Yeah, I have notes from her medicine book.

*She pulls out her notebook and shows a couple pages in which she wrote down.*

Cora: She clearly knew her stuff along with my mom. They used to experiment things like mixing apple cider vinegar with bee pollen, or making an antidote for yellow diamond back venom using marigold flowers and plantain leaves.

Liv: *Rising interest* Is that so?... Do you have your grandmother's book with you now?

Cora: Well, no. But I will ask about it later. She hasn't really talked it or any of her past at all since Mom died.

Liv: Oh!... I'm sorry for your loss.

Cora: It's fine. I never really knew her since she died when I was born, but Grandmama and Papa really do miss her.

*She pulls out her phone, almost hesitating showing them before she pulls out her picture. The same golden blonde haired, ocean blue eyed beauty that was her late mother smiled gently in the photo as Liv and Karmi stared. Liv hated to admit it... but Cora's mother was beautiful.*

Karmi:*Surprised at seeing how beautiful Cora's mother was and for once genuinely couldn't say anything mean or cruel towards her for it.* Wow Cora... Your mom was really pretty...

Liv: Your mother could have been an herbal doctor like your grandmother, but she didn't.. why?

Cora: Papa told me that she wanted to start a family and was content just helping Grandmama out.

*Cora didn't notice that Liv had a slight look of disgust and envy at her mother's photo but it was quickly wiped it away before they continued eating their lunch and talking about other stuff(mostly related to biotech).*

*After all that, Hiro, Baymax, Honey Lemon and Fred were now hanging out at the Lucky Cat Cafe talking over what happened.*

Honey Lemon: I'm glad you're feeling better after what happened at the lab Hiro!

Hiro: Cora talked me out of it to be honest. I was gonna show Liv something that, looking back, was basically just a thermometer...a fancy one...

Honey Lemon: Too bad Cora can't be here with us since she's still with Karmi and Liv Amara.

Fred: Yeah, and it's also too bad we couldn't have lunch together with her too! *Turns to Hiro* You did say she had planned on bringing a homemade bento lunch for all of us to share right?

Hiro: *Suddenly starting to feel down* Yeah...she had... I guess we're just gonna have to take a rain-check on that...

*Hiro's thoughts then drift now that he realizes that Cora isn't here with him and that she's with Karmi and Liv instead. And judging from what she told him and how she sounded, she wasn't exactly comfortable with them, though she hid it with (fake)smiles.*

Hiro: I hope she's at least having a decent time...

Honey Lemon: Sounds like you're a little sad...

Hiro: I'm okay, really. It's just that-

*That's when Hiro sniffs something in the air.*

Hiro: What's that smell?

*That's when he sees Fred eating cloves of garlic.*

Fred: Oh! I'm being rude! You want some? I definitely like it and this is not just pretending that I didn't know what garlic was for.

Hiro: *Slightly grossed out and decides to change the subject all around* Anyway...we should probably be tracking down this monster right now.

Fred: Yes! We're going to see Orso Knox this afternoon to see if there's some connection with the monster.

*When Fred continues to eat the cloves, Honey Lemon places a hand on his shoulder.*

Honey Lemon: You want a mint? Or some gum?

Fred: No. Why?

*Honey Lemon lightly gags at the stench of Fred's breath before she turns to Hiro. The teen boy sighs before he turns to his friends.*

Hiro: Alright, let's suite up!

*After they change into their battle armor, they go to Osor Knox's residence to talk to him.*

Hiro: *Knocks on the door* Mr. Knox?

*But when Hiro knocks on the door, it merely swings open.*

Fred: Weird...

*The rest of the gang slowly enter inside to try and find the man.*

Honey Lemon: Mr. Knox? The door was open may we come in?

*But when they open the door to his office, they find it completely trashed. The Four members of Big Hero 7 enter the room slowly, wary of their surroundings.*

Hiro: Whoa.. this office..

Fred: Is Wasabi's worst nightmare.

*When Hiro notices he stepped on a picture frame, he picks it up and inspects it for damage. That's when Honey Lemon sees a schedule and shows it to Hiro.*

Honey Lemon: He's not supposed to be out today.

Hiro: Office hours huh? *To Baymax* Baymax? Can you find Knox?

*Hiro holds out the picture of Knox to Baymax for him to scan.*

Baymax: Scanning biometric data.

*The wall than bursts open to reveal the monster that attacked Fred and Alistair Krei. The monster roars at the four.*

Fred: See! I told you he looked liked if you put a whale and a dinosaur and some hair, into blender-

*The monster grabs Fred and throws him across the room. Honey Lemon pulls out a chem ball as the monster charges straight towards them growling. The team dodged the attack and Honey Lemon throws the chem ball to restrain the creature with ice. But the monster breaks through the ice with ease as it draws closer to Honey Lemon, to which the tall blond dodges out of the way quickly and joins back with the group.*

Fred: I've got this! Away with thee monster!

*Fred pulls out a wooden stake and a necklace of garlic to scare away the creature...until it chomped on the garlic.*

Fred: What?-

*The monster then proceeds to throw Fred across the room again and landing with a large thud.*

Fred: Again?!

*That is when Hiro sees the monster go towards Knox's schedule.*

Hiro: Knox's schedule!

*Hearing Hiro speak, the creature soon turns its sights on him. Hiro runs forward and slides underneath him to grab the schedule but is grabbed mid-slide and picked up by the claws of the beast. Hiro immediately starts throwing punches into its face which annoys the beast as it roars in the teen's face. *

Honey Lemon: Hiro!

Monster: All the devils are here!

Honey Lemon: Baymax! Overdrive-Mode quick!

Baymax: Overdrive-Mode engaged.

*Soon Baymax turns to his Overdrive-Mode, transforming once again into a weapon of awesomeness.*

Omega Danger Overdrive: Overdrive-Mode.

*The sight of such a large and powerful warrior makes the creature drop Hiro as it scurries away. Afterwards Baymax returns to his original awesome form..but now on low battery.*

Baymax: *Drunkenly* I sCared ThE BleNDeR WhALe!

Hiro: Thanks Baymax.

Baymax: nO pROBlem pAL!

*Baymax than collapses due to his low battery. Just then, Fred regains consciousness.*

Fred: *Groaning* So... the garlic isn't as effective as one would have hope.

*After that, they all head to Fred's house to charge up Baymax and discuss about the monster.*

Hiro: 'All the devils are here'..what?!

Fred: He's so dramatic, it's like dude: start a blog!

*Honey Lemon is looking over any significance of the words when she finally found a match.*

Honey Lemon: "All the devils are here'.. All the devils are here! The Tempest!

Hiro: The what?

Honey Lemon: The Shakespeare Play?! "All the devils are here', 'This thing of darkness I acknowledge mine', 'What's past is prologue'?! They're quotes from The Tempest!

Hiro: So the monster's a Shakespeare fan?

Honey Lemon: No, but Orso Knox was. I think-

*Just then, Baymax recovers and is back to full battery.*

Honey Lemon and Baymax: The Monster is Orso Knox!

Fred: You know now one of you owes the other a soda?

*That's when Baymax displays his scans*

Baymax: I mapped the iris from the photo of Orso Knox. It matched with the monster.

Honey Lemon: What happened to him? Some kind of genetic mutation?

Hiro: Wait a minute!

*Hiro picks up the schedule and looks over what has happened during this week.*

Hiro: Fred's house... Krei's office...

Honey Lemon: Knox has been keeping his appointments!

Hiro: Which means the next place he's going is...

Hiro, Fred, Honey Lemon: SFIT!

*The next morning, everyone has been informed about last night's events and are now looking over information about the play and the monster. Cora at first fussed over Hiro before she is assured he's alright. And soon she is retelling him about everything that happened on her side of the day and how awkward it was, though he did chuckle at the part where Cora described how Karmi slipped on a banana peel and landed face down in a bowl of gazpacho.*

Hiro: *Laughs hard at this* Wow! That must've been fun to watch.

Cora: Yeah, it's nice to know that karma really does exists.

Wasabi: This play has three of my top 9 fears. Ship wrecks, rainstorms, and *Shudders*...puns...

Gogo: Lunatic mutant billionaire tops those.

Hiro: I have an idea to level the playing field, and we can execute it now.

*Hiro soon starts the 3D printing of the new armor for all of them.*

Hiro: But with some infusion ideas of a curtain BioTech Major we all know who's name rhymes with Zarmi.

Fred: Are you talking about Jarmi? Cause I agree, his ideas are crazy!

*Both Hiro and Cora cock an eyebrow at the gang.*

Wasabi: I like Jarmi, snappy dresser.

*Hiro and Cora turn around to plan further with their new battle armor, and soon they smirk at each other.*

Cora: At least they don't know who you're really talking about.

Hiro: Definitely.

*Soon the teens draw out and create the new battle armor and by evening time, they are dressed and ready for action.*

Wasabi: Pretty sweet!

Fred: This ultra armor's a little heavy and a lot awesome!

Gogo: I like it.

Honey Lemon: Mmmm!~

Cora: Added glows from certain species of fish ought to do the trick!

Hiro: Titanium reinforced to withstand more of a beating.

*Soon all seven of them are dressed in their new metallic battle gear, looking more epic by the minute.*

Honey Lemon: It's going to be super helpful Hiro!

Hiro: Yeah, *Pulls out a pad and he places a point for himself and Cora with 10 points while Karmi has negative 9.* ultra armor, win.

Honey Lemon: Hmmm... How does Karmi have a negative accomplishments?

Hiro: Because everything she does is the worst.

Cora: Plus, she nearly put Fred into a coma with her stickers.

Hiro: Also, w-when I was making a biotech project to show Liv Amara, Cora called me and talked me out of it. I'm a robotics genius and Karmi's a biotech genius, she is admittedly.. good at what she does.

Cora: But that doesn't excuse her behavior towards us and you all know it. She's good at what she does and we're good at what we do. There's no changing that, it's just who we are as are own individual beings.

*Gogo blinks her eyes as she blinks along with everyone else.*

Gogo: That is surprisingly mature.

Wasabi: But...You guys certainly know how to hold a grudge against her.

Hiro: We'll drop the grudge as soon as she starts treating Hiro Hamada and Cora Mizichio, *Gestures to both himself and Cora* yours truly, with respect.

*Just then Baymax speaks up.*

Baymax: A reminder: It is time to leave for the dedication gala.

Fred: We got a socialite total Shakespeare monster to catch! I'll get the garlic!

Everyone else: No!

*Soon Big Hero 7 leaves for the gala where they are all stationed at points to watch out for Knox. Wasabi is with Baymax keeping watch from the bushes, Fred is peering through the tent hole to see the party.*

Fred: *Scares away some of the guests who see him through the hole when he asks them* Not fair! You guys get all that free gala food?

*Honey Lemon, Gogo, Hiro, and Cora are dressed for the occasion. Cora is wearing her red dress and black shawl while the others wore their waiter's outfits from Fred's bro-tillian as they stand in line while the young teen boy communicates via comm-link.*

Hiro: We're just trying to cover our bases until Knox shows up.

Gogo: *Tells Fred through the comm-link* We'll bring you a crab cake.

Fred: *Through comm-link* Yes!

*Soon after, the four of them enter the gala, the party serene in atmosphere for now. Honey Lemon does not hesitate to take as much selfies as she pleases.*

Gogo: Wow, this is some serious sucking up to Liv Amara.

*Honey Lemon gets them all together to take a quick group selfie.*

Cora: I actually agree.. she makes Krei look humble in comparison...and that's saying a lot.

Honey Lemon: *Drags Gogo away to take more selfies* Oooh! Gogo, selfies with the ice sculpture!

Fred: *To Hiro through the comm-link* Are there egg rolls? Please just tell there are egg rolls?

Hiro: Copy, I've got visual on the egg rolls.

Cora: Hiro! look!

*That's when Cora points Hiro to Krei, who is angrily stabbing at and chewing his food.*

Hiro: Mr. Krei?

Cora: What are you doing here?

Krei: *Glaring jealously at Liv Amara while ranting* Sure she's brilliant and beautiful and generous but what does she have that I don't?

Cora: *Sarcastically* You really want us to answer that?

Krei: *Still ranting jealously while stabbing at his food* Another gala! Another honorary degree! Whoo look at that, it's another benefit concert for Liv Amara!

Hiro: Well..uh she is special in ways that you are not. And you are special in ways that she's not.

Krei: Uh, no. She's the worst.

*But when Liv waves at Krei, the entrepreneur smiles and waves back.*

Cora: We're just gonna go.

*While Hiro is heading towards a secluded area, Cora hears something under Krei's breath.*

Krei: Honestly, the one thing I can't stand about her the most is how fake she is!

*Cora turns around and asks him.*

Cora: What do you mean by fake?

Krei: Believe it or not, I met her before a couple times in private and let me tell you, she is the most insidious two-faced snake I've ever met!

Cora: *Narrows her eyes at this* Is that so?

Krei: At least I'm honest with people, but she's the biggest kiss ass out there! One minute she's praising you, and the next she slanders you without hesitation. She does, and will do, anything to make herself look good!

*Cora looks back at Amara before looking back at Krei.*

Cora: *Suspicions from earlier start to grow after hearing this and she makes a mental note to tell Hiro and the others about this later* Right..okay...see ya later Krei...also, I suggest you leave early. It's not so good to hang around in an area that's causing you to boil.

*Cora walks back to Hiro.*

Hiro: What were you and Krei talking about?

Cora: Something about Amara. But I'll tell ya later.

Hiro: Okay.

*Once they are at a quiet place, Hiro contacts the rest of the team.*

Hiro: Status report.

*Baymax scans around the area.*

Baymax: There is no sign of the Orso Knox Monster.

Wasabi: Maybe he likes being fashionably late?

*Meanwhile inside the gala, Grandville prepares her announcement.*

Grandville: *Taps the microphone* May I have your attention? Attention please?

*When the crowd just continues to talk, she goes into Dean mode.*

Grandville: Attention!

*At this, the entire crowd turns quiet.*

Grandville: Thank you, thank you. There are few innovators who have made their mark as quickly and completely as Liv Amara.

Krei: *Cough* Overrated *Cough*

*Just outside, the three hear the roar of the monster.*

Fred: *Gasp* Do you hear that?!

*Up ahead is indeed the Orso Knox monster, breaking down the trees as it comes.*

Fred: And do you see that?!

Wasabi: Yup! *Activates his laser blades* And I'm ready!

Fred: Whoa! Wasabi you're like not afraid?

Wasabi: I'm in my good denial place Fred, don't ruin this!

Grandville: So it is my honor to introduce the namesake of the new Amara BioTech Center: Miss Liv Amara!

*Soon Liv Amara comes upstage to prepare a speech for the SFIT gala.*

Liv: Thank you Grace. You know the other day I was lucky enough to meet two current students of BioTech and Marine Bio. Karmi reminded me why I wanted to help build this facility.

*Cora holds Hiro's hand tightly to soothe him, which Hiro gives a grateful smile for.*

Liv: And Cora's dedication and passion for Marine Bio is without bounds, describing the ocean in ways no other could describe.

*This causes Karmi's eye to twitch. Hiro smirks as he fists bumps his girlfriend.*

Hiro: Lightly smug* Make that ten points.

Cora: *Also slightly smug* Oh yeah.

*Just outside the gala, the three face off against Knox.*

Wasabi: Game time!

*But his strength is without bounds as he smashes through a street lamp.*

Baymax, Wasabi, Fred: Oh no...

*That's when Hiro hears the oh nos from the comms.*

Hiro: *looks at the three girl members of their team as he repeats what he heard* Oh no what?!

*The four than run outside to see the monster in front of Fred, Wasabi, and Baymax.*

Wasabi: Nothing much. Just Orso Knox!

*Orso growls at the seven as the remaining four suits are delivered to them swiftly via SkyMax.*

Hiro: Hold him off!

*Baymax launches his rocket fist but it misses Knox. When Wasabi shields himself with his blades however it repels him back.*

Wasabi: Hey it worked! Hiro! This armor- Whoa!

*The monster knocks out Wasabi and is about to pounce on him when Fred jumps to Wasabi's rescue.*

Fred: This one's for Mini-Max!

*The rest of the team finally suit up.*

Gogo: Let's clear out the tent!

Liv:-and a new generation is ready, ready to lead our industry into the future.

Honey Lemon: *Tries to cut in* Excuse me! Um, excuse me everyone!

*But when they couldn't get their attention, Gogo let's out a load whistle to cut through Liv's speech.*

Gogo: Hey! *Got everyone's attention* Back exits everyone! Now!

Honey Lemon: Please!

*It was then the monster finally let's himself known with his roars, leading the guests to run out of the tent in terror.*

Liv: What's going on?

Gogo: Long story! Big fan-

*That's when Karmi spins Gogo around to face her.*

Karmi: Is Captain Cutie and Sailor Awesome here?! Are they really here?!

*That's when Cora rolls inside and lands between the four.*

Cora: Looks up at Karmi* We are here, now get out!

Karmi: But I want to see Captain Cutie-

*Cora stands up and and yells in her loudest voice with the same grandiose Commander Carter gave them during their training.*

Cora: I SAID MOVE OUT SOLDIER!

*Karmi blinks in shock as she runs away from the gala, which she then turns back to see a giant monster attacking Big Hero 7, with Cora running back to hop behind Hiro on Baymax. Karmi wisely chooses to keep running. Baymax flies and charges toward the monster and tries to keep him back and away from the tent.*

Hiro: Honey Lemon? All clear?

Honey Lemon: All clear!

*As soon as they hear that, Baymax gets out of Knox's way with causes him to charge straight towards the tent. Right after letting Knox go, they go over to Wasabi.*

Cora: Wasabi! Get on! We have an idea.

Wasabi: And where are we, and this idea of your, going?

Hiro: You'll see.

*Just then, the monster goes into the tent and starts trashing it.*

Honey Lemon: Inside that monster there's a person. *To Knox* Mr. Knox, we wanna help you!

*But the monster refused as it shatters Liv's ice sculpture and the tables.*

Gogo: Yeah..mostly monster.

*Baymax then flies in with Hiro and Cora on his back while carrying Wasabi.*

Hiro: Blades!

*Wasabi starts cutting through the top of the tent while Honey Lemon encapsulates the monster with ice which he shatters with ease as Gogo throws her disc to hit him. This makes the monster more angrier. *

Cora: Hop on!

*Gogo and Honey Lemon jump towards Baymax and latch themselves tightly as they escape the collapsing tent, which traps the monster inside. The monster bursts his head through the tent with a load roar which terrifies the guest, but is fortunately unable to get out any further. Fred throws a rope around him to restrain the monster as the rest of the team joins in to completely encase and trap the monster for good.*

Hiro: No worries everyone! We've got this situation under-

*But even with their powers combined, the monster escapes, and it was then that Karmi got out her sticker. And there she quickly uses it to stun the monster into a coma, saving Amara(Whom the monster was heading towards).

Karmi: *Looking pleased at her work* Extra Dermal Nano Receptor. I administered a sedative.

But than she notices that the monster isn't going down so easily, and quickly adds more stickers to keep him stunned.*

Karmi: *Giggles fangirlishly as she addresses Hiro and Cora as they run up to her* Thought maybe you guys could use the help.

Hiro: *Deepening his voice to sound more hero-like while giving Karmi a thumbs-up* Thanks!

Cora: *Also giving Karmi a thumbs-up* That was some quick and clever thinking on your part Karmi.

Amara: *As she places her hand on the monster* See. This is exactly the kind of thinking that's getting your project funded.

Hiro: *Shocked, high-sounding voice* Funded?! *Feels Cora place a hand on his shoulder which causes him the quickly backtrack back to his deep-superhero voice and smile at Karmi* I mean, good for you.

*That's when Amara notices the rest of Big Hero 7.*

Amara: Props on the armor Big Hero 7. Excellent neck work, not my area of experties, but I'm impressed.

Fred: Check out the titanium back spikes yeah, yeah!

*That's when Hiro and Cora turn to Karmi.*

Cora: Good job. But please...leave this to the professionals.

Karmi: Got it!

*Karmi is just too happy to be near Super Hero Hiro and Super Hero Cora to care.*

Gogo: So what do we do about sleeping ugly here?

Honey Lemon: Hmm. That's kind of harsh.

Liv: there's a secure genetics lab back at Sycorax. If anybody can help him, my team can.

Baymax: I will help you transport him to the lab.

*While Baymax flies off to carry the sleeping monster, Cora turns her attention to the schedule pad lying on the ground a few feet away and notices the arrow pointing to last week. She then sees a scale belonging to the monster and sees the age the scales went through. She then flips the arrow and sees last week's schedule. It was then she sees something very suspicious... Amara was on there.*

Cora: *Eyes narrow at this as her suspicions towards Liv Amara have now firmly taken root and are growing even more because of this...and also makes another mental note to tell the rest of the gang this along with what she learned from Krei as soon as possible.* Interesting... Very interesting indeed...and definitely worth more looking into... Just who exactly are you Liv Amara?...And what are you hiding?...

A.N: I’m gonna go on some random chapter postings, but I am gonna post art too!  And some chapters for Season 2 as well! Love you! This is also cause of the new findings that Liv Amara is the new villain too.

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Welcome to Edgewood. There’s no place like home.

OOC INFORMATION

Name: Alice

Age: 22

Pronouns: She/Her

Timezone: CST

CANON CHARACTER APPLICATION

Character: Valerie Bianchi

Gender & Pronouns: Demigirl, she/her

Sexual Orientation: Queer

WRITING SAMPLE:

1998

It’s the first warm day of spring and only weeks from her fourth birthday. Clouds hang in the sky but the sun breaks through them, and her warmth beats down on Val’s upturned face. The rain showers have turned their backyard into mud puddles and despite her rain boots there’s dirt splattered about her bare legs and on her yellow skirt. She can hear her mother’s voice in her ear already. What have you done? Look at your dress! She couldn’t care less though. Winter has been put to rest, and she knows exactly what that means.

The fox.

He’s been coming to her every spring since she could remember. Red fur, pointed muzzle, curious eyes. He’s bold and sweet and he likes to curl himself about her legs, lick and her offered hands, and press his head against hers. Mr. Fox she calls him and she thinks it’s inventive or clever. She waits for him that Saturday morning and he never keeps her long.

1999

He leaves in the middle of the night. It’s December 29th, and the Christmas tree is still up. The present, unwrapped, still huddled in little bunches. This one Sam’s. This one her’s. This one dad’s. They’ve been arguing for months. Every time their voices raise, they turn on the vacumn or the blender. She sits on the landing of the stairs, her legs through the railings, and hears the clash, unable to discern the words. It’s anger though, and it makes her stomach turn. Sometimes Sam pulls her away, sometimes he sits with her, sometimes he rushes down the stairs to join in the argument. So when he leaves, she understands that this has been overdue. He steps in to her room before. He kisses her forehead, brushes her blonde hair from her face, whispers how much he loves her. She pretends to sleep. She’s too afraid to open her eyes.

2000

Mr. Fox doesn’t come that spring. In fact, he never returns again.

2001

“Can I do your make-up, mom?”

Her mother is going on a date. The fifth date to be exact. The man’s name is Garrett and she’s seen pictures of him with his warm brown eyes and dimples. She’s also seen the change in her mother, the softening of her frown, the brightening of her gaze. That evening at the dining room table she sets her mother’s lipstick, dusts on some blush, some eyeshadow, ever so carefully rolls on some mascara. Despite her care she’s messy and unsteady, but she adores every minute. By the end of it there has been a transformation from mother to Marisol Delgado.

2006

Garrett picks her up from detention and doesn’t immediately start it when they slip in. He looks at her, brows drawn together, and she seethes under his gaze. There will be no apologies from her lips, no excuses, and no explanations. Molly Jepsen had been sent to the nurse with a bleeding nose and she had made no qualms at confessing. Her hairpin trigger has been the bane of many a family dinner, many a birthday party, and now many a gym class. If Molly wants to call her a slut for kissing Joaquin Valdez then she’s got to learn there are consequences.

“V, listen-”

“Save it, Garrett.” She clips on her seatbelt, crosses her arms.

“Your mother needs rest. While on bedrest this stress-”

“I said save it. Ground me. Punish me. Just get it the fuck over with.”

She can’t take him looking at her, she turns her face to the side. Since her last birthday she’s been waking up feeling like a stranger in her own skin. She’ll blink at her reflection in the mirror and no longer be able to recognize herself. For a moment she feels like a jigsaw. Her lips are not her own, her nose is too long, her cheekbones too full. Over the past month she has fever dreams of waking and seeing the faces of her classmates in the mirror. Sometimes when she speaks her voice sounds off in her ears. Her hair once a deep ash blonde has darkened and thickened. Her friends compliment the dye job but she hasn’t been to a salon in months. Even on her best days, when she looks in the mirror she feels like a freak. The face staring back at her is both familiar and strange and if only she could blink, could turn one way or the other, everything would come into focus.

These are concerns she cannot take to her mother who is on bedrest for the last two months of her pregnancy. And then afterward there will be a little brother in the house that will steal all the available space, all the air.

She’s angry. Sometimes she goes up to Greenwood Bluff and just lets herself scream it out.

After a minute Garrett sighs and starts the car. “You can’t keep this up forever Valerie.”

2007

She rings up Joaquin hours afterward as she sits on the roof of her home. It’s too cold to be out here but she doesn’t care. She looks into the backyard and when he picks up she grins. They talk about stupid shit, and classes, and exams, and wanting to go see the latest blockbuster. And then she tells him about Mr. Fox and how he disappeared. When she says Mr. Fox she thinks father. She conjures his face in her mind, knows now how similiar they appear, and she sets her jaw.

She understands now. She can feel the strength under her skin and the fluidity of her own skin. And she understands just what she lost when her father left that winter night. She’s angry still. She would like to punch Roman Bianchi in the face, hurl abuse at him until he understands exactly what he did when he abandoned her and Sam. But she won’t let it eat her, she won’t let him be the reason she’s a lost cause.

2012

She’s Arizona bound in the fall. College and then something, anything. As she packs her suitcase she tries not to think of Joaquin. She lets Kris bound about her room and try on her clothes, and mimics his kid’s voice to such perrfection that he breaks down into hysterical giggles. The break-up was messy and she had ensured that. There’d been many a boy, many a girl, many a betrayal. This was never going to last. That’s how she justified it. They were never staying in Edgewood. When college came around they would be set adrift, never to reconnect. Better for him not to get attached.

She’s an ice bitch and she knows it, but this is all for the better.

2017

She’s no shifter. Can’t even turn into a housecat. Useless. Unnatural. Freak.

Failure is not something that Valerie prescribes to, but when she roles back home and takes up residence in her childhood bedroom, she has to admit it. Her baby brother is in middle school, her older brother is living on his own, and she is right back where she started. Five years. Four in college. One working. Not a single shifter who could take on the likeness of another person, not a single shifter incapable of changing into an animal. Her bones ache to transform. She’d take a goddamn wasp, or frong at this point but no matter the willpower her body won’t bend to her will. She does not belong among the humans or the shifters and so she exists without.

And at night she curses her father for passing along this gift, and chuckles at the thought that he gave it to her broken. That’s all he’s ever done.

2019

Waitress in the morning. Drinks at night. Occasional make-up on the weekends. She saves up money, dreams of buying her own apartment, and amuses with her gift of imitations. And some nights in the backyard with her rain boots on she lets herself get splattered in mud and remember that hopeful little girl. She thinks perhaps she’s let her down in the end.

ANYTHING ELSE?

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Forgotten Pt 3

pt1 - Pt 2 -

Mainly Fluff, delving more into relationship with Thrandy. Bit short and it seems like I might have brushed off Draco in this bit but when the drama picks up he’ll return and it’ll make sense, hopefully.

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…

Clutching the end of his sleeves Fili inched over to your side as subtly as he could manage. After your breakfast Thranduil drove you and your Cousin Draco to your shop giving him the full tour as Thranduil headed off to his clinic to help with an issue about the records from his aid that had mixed them up accidentally before returning to your side once again. Taking a closer look at your boat Draco moved away from your side while you caught Fili’s intention and subtly moved a bit closer.

Leaning towards your side feigning reaching for a tool before you he stated, “Not sure if you heard yet, Tauriel sent the pub papers back.”

You nodded, “I did.”

His eyes met yours, “Well? When did you want me to drop it off back to you?”

Your brow rose, “I’m not taking the cash back Fi. It’s Ki’s.”

His hand rested on your forearm at your attempt to step away, “But-.”

Forcing a smirk onto your face you said, “Fi, what about all those designs Ki had?” Fili’s lips parted, “Rattled on about them endlessly for months. Just needed a backer.” Fili nodded, “Well he found one. We all have our dreams we brought back home.” He softly chuckled at your playful smile as you moved back to join Draco, showing him inside the boat and pointing out where everything is going to go before showing him the final designs until Thranduil returned to take you out to the next town over for a full day of exploring then returned just in time for a dinner at the Manor. Around you the Elves sat smiling and laughing through your trading of stories about your various sets of travels lasting until you left for bed once again leaving word with Thorin to unlock the shop at your having to drop Draco off at the airport for his flight back.

.

With a tight hug Draco gave you a peck on the cheek mumbling against your shoulder, “I’m going to miss you Lady Bug. But at least with my new station at Lothlorien we can see each other more often.” Setting you down he smiled at you, “I’m glad you’re safe. When I was there, at the pub-.”

“I know I’m not supposed to interfere, but she had no right to do that to him, take everything.”

Pressing a kiss to your forehead he sighed and met your eyes again with a soft smile, “I was talking about how Thranduil kept staring at you.” Making your smile grow, “You might not be able to still get his story by touch, but I can.” His smile grew at the flash of worry in your eyes, “Nothing like that. He truly cares for you. There’s still a bit I need to learn about everyone here, and hopefully after my duty is up I could possibly move here too. Truly is peaceful.”

Your smile grew, “We could always use another mechanic.”

“Good.” His hand eased over your cheek, “About Kili and his pub, I’m not mad. From what I can tell other than opening your shop that’s the first you’ve interfered. Enjoy your life, protect your family and never forget I’m always going to be here when you need me.” You nodded again stealing another tight hug before he climbed into the waiting cab at the train station waiting to take him to the airport. With another wave he was gone and you turned back to head back inside the train station to wait for the two hour long train ride back again.

...

Alone through the exiting terminal again you walked finding your motorcycle giving it a kick start and taking the long ride home again through the growing green back to the small shop you parked in front of. Shutting off your bike you walked inside joining the others on unpacking the first pieces of interior for Thranduil’s boat.

Hour by hour you organized it and started installing the most basic pieces first inside the freshly sealed and reinforced lower sleeper cabin. An echo of your stomach broke through the sounds of the whirring machine in your hand drawing a sigh from you leading your path home once again as the Durins all helped you lock up for the day. Seated squarely on your bike you pulled into your driveway and couldn’t help but smile at the familiar sports car waiting there with a puffed up Helmsley on his hood tapping his tail against it counting down until he began yowling at the pair of you for his unfed status should you miss the deadline and he heard a grumble from his own stomach. Biting his lip Thranduil watched you park in your garage and accepted your tight hug when you walked over to him as his eyes closed taking in the details of your trip trapped in your thick layers while his lips met your forehead.

“I made a drive, closed early for supplies in the town over, got us some dinner.”

Meeting his eye again your smile grew, “Thank you.”

Through a muffled giggle from you his lips met yours for an enamored kiss ending and allowing you to step back smiling at the irritated cat rising up on his haunches accepting your curling him in your arms for the trip inside while his tail curled around your arm supporting his weight. Behind you Thranduil opened his car grabbing the bags of food and followed you inside, joining you at the table as you set Helmsley down and filled his bowl with the food Thranduil had brought over the night before. 

You turned around pulling out of your jacket to hang it up and join your smiling date at the table as he filled the wine glasses he had set out for you around the meals he had set out for you both. A warning grumble came from beside the bowl next to the counter signaling the claiming of your seats as Thranduil slid closer to your side with a creeping smile asking about your trip wishing to simply watch your smile grow through sharing.

The dishes were washed and set in the dishwasher when your plates were finally cleared, as you yawned Thranduil’s hand curled around yours following you into the bedroom at the repeating of your offer of him staying over. While you changed in your closet he pulled out of his shirt and sat on your bed against the pillows sliding his fingers over the furs and impossibly soft layers on the equally as soft mattress packed with memories of your smile as you burrowed in this safe space deepening the smile on his face. 

As the door opened he released his lip from between his teeth looking up at you in one of your tank tops and your favorite shorts over your long socks while you worked your hair into a long braid on your path over to him. In a lean over he switched off the light for you spotting Helmsley claiming a spot at the foot of the bed under one of your furs as you released your braid and climbed into bed.

After a slide down onto his back Thranduil accepted your good night kiss and smiled curling his arms around you when you settled against his side using his shoulder as a pillow. Slowly you drifted off to sleep struggling to finally let go and drop off at the feeling of the icy blue eyes still looking you over adoringly while his fingers eased along your back in slow gentle strokes. Mirroring yours his smile grew, easing your hand higher on is shoulder you giggled and softly stated, “You should be sleeping.”

As his adoring gaze deepened looking over your face with still shut eyes he chuckled lowly and replied in a velvety purr, “How can I sleep with pure starlight I my arms?”

Through an awkward giggle your hand moved blindly to cover his eyes as you cuddled closer to him, “Go to sleep.” Giggling again.

As he chuckled again he purred back, “Cover my eyes all you want I can still picture your magnificence perfectly.”

Burying your head against his neck while his arms circled you tighter at your hand moving to curl around his side, “You need to rest for work tomorrow. Close your eyes go to sleep, Duil.”

Settling you closer to him as his lips met the crown of your head, “Alright, but I’ll be dreaming of you, and you’ll be in my arms there too.” Making you giggle against his neck when you kissed him there.

“Goodnight Duil.”

Closing his eyes he exhaled slowly allowing the memories of your smile trapped in these sheets allowing himself to slip off as he purred, “Goodnight my Darling Starlight.” As the night went on his smile inched wider through each mingled dream of all the places and moments he wished to share with you, always ending with a recap of your short time dancing under the stars while their light shimmered brightly across your skin.

..

“Meoooow!” Through slitted eyes you both peered at the cat slumping onto Thranduil’s side and sliding towards his face stirred a chuckle from the Elf trying so hard to keep hold of you for just a short while longer making you giggle in return.

In a low mumble against the top of your head he said, “You really need to work on your inner alarm clock. Just because the birds are up doesn’t mean you have to be.”

Another chuckle came from him at the tail curling around his ear making him try to squirm and burrow with you under the pillows and covers until the cat followed him there triggering a squirming fit from him at the tickling attack until he finally climbed out of bed while you laid there laughing at his near jumping out of bed calling out, “Fine.” Walking through the cottage to the door in the kitchen you heard him say, “The sun’s not even up yet!” After a pleased ‘meow’ at his being free to explore Thranduil added, “Now don’t you go bringing that badger back here for breakfast! He will not be destroying her curtains like he did mine!” Giggling behind your hands you heard him add, “Anything involving all my fruit, half my cutlery and a blender is not an accident!” With a huff he closed the door and walked back to join you unable to hold back his smile at your escaping laughs. Biting his lip he climbed onto your bed and crawled back into his former spot in his attempt to hold you again.

Mid giggle you said drove his smile wider saying, “You got tickled out of bed!”

With a blush he replied, “He is a very crafty cat.”

“Apparently with very mischievous friends.”

You giggled again through his lips landing on yours as he chuckled too, “The badger is the better of them. Don’t even ask about the porcupine.”

“Oh! With the red patch on his stomach?!”

Thranduil smirked as he pulled back to look at your face, “You know about him?”

“He owes me a chisel! Four years back he stole my best one! Promised to return it, something about helping a beaver.”

Thranduil chuckled, “Ah, well if it has a frog symbol on the handle I found it in my gutters when I first moved in.”

“How the-.”

He chuckled again, “Seems we have both had casualties in the fur coated feud.”

Closing the distance you claimed another kiss from him trailing a finger along his jaw just under his ear triggering a quirky smile to form on his face. “Tons of new discoveries this morning. You being ticklish as one of them.” A chuckle sounded from him at your inching closer to him deepening his expression while he struggled against his urge to pull back to fend off another attack, “Don’t worry, I will only use it on very, very special occasions.” Biting his lip he chuckled through an exhale at your lips pressing just below his ear while you brushed him onto his back and curled across his chest while his arms circled you through his drawing the covers higher over your back.

“Special how?”

His lips met your forehead as you nuzzled your head against his cheek kissing that same spot again, “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

Earning another chuckle from him at his eyes closing, “I look forward to it.”

..

Halfway through your shift, once again covered in grease at your guiding the new propeller and rudder systems into place your head turned spotting a familiar tall blonde walking into the shop eyeing the large array of plans Kili was utilizing his Uncles to put the designs for the new expansion for he pub together before calling on their distant Cousins to do the work from the Iron Hills. Crouching at your side you giggled under your breath at his stolen peck on your cheek before his asking, “Getting along well?”

You nodded securing the last set of bolts into place, “Ya. Laid the build ins earlier after we set up all the wiring, flooring will be tomorrow after I add the final touches and checks on the steering systems.”

“That’s good. Moving ahead pretty quickly now huh?”

With another giggle through your wiping your hands on the rag from your pocket you said, “Tearing it apart is one thing, building it back is another. Not any easier. Won’t be overnight but it should be done before spring, hopefully.” Pointing your finger at him an excited smile grew on his face as you said, “I do have a few questions though.” Giggling as you led him backwards for a few steps until you turned and walked over to your work bench showing him the final designs once again for a few more details at the lack of a few materials he had decided on months prior. “Apparently they won’t have the leather to cover the benches you wanted,”

“It doesn’t really matter.” You met his gaze with a disbelieving look only to have him lean in to land his lips on yours, “As long as you’re there I don’t care if I’ve got folding chairs in the sleeper.”

Rolling your eyes you replied, “I will never, never, let a boat leave this shop with folding chairs, even if I have to eat the costs.” Making him chuckle again.

“Pick what you like. I won’t be going out without you. As long as it has the yellow stripe on the side I am fine with anything.” After you giggled he replied, “My Ada had these model ships he’d build and they always ended up with a yellow stripe.”

You nodded, “He liked yellow?”

“My Naneth’s favorite color.” Locking your eyes with his you spotted his glimmer of pain in them. “That’s why I’m calling it Marigold.”

“Her name?”

“No.” He chuckled softly, “But she loved to name things Marigold, even had a toaster named Marigold once as a child.” Stirring another chuckle from you both. “Had I been a girl I am certain that would have been my name.”

“I’m certain it would have suited you nicely.”

He chuckled again, “As am I.” After a glance at his watch he stole another kiss, “Pick for me please, I’m helpless with all this, Dearest.” Smiling wider as you rolled your eyes and turned back to the designs while he walked back to his car heading back to the clinic once again.

Tapping your pencil on the desk you felt Dwalin joining your side, peering over your shoulder asking, “He couldn’t decide?”

After another giggle his smile grew at your response, “Asked me to.”

With a deep chuckle of his own he said, “Well now, finally you get to build your dream boat. Didn’t think the leather suited the look at all in the first place. Probably picked it so it’d take longer to piece together.”

“Wouldn’t doubt it. What do you think of the grey?”

“I think it’ll pair nicely with the wood finish.” With a wink at you he added, “Right out marvel she’ll be. All due to you.”

…

Under the rising moon you crossed the field between you and the Manor with a basket tucked in your elbow. Through the glass doors you caught Thranduil hunched over the counter waiting on his kettle to boil after having to drive out to help his Father with a lengthy surgery. In an attempt to knock on the glass pane your hand froze at Helmsley’s trot to the door to leap and grip the tassle on the knob causing it to swing open causing Thranduil to straighten with a sigh to go and close the door again. When his eyes fell on you his smile grew as he eyed your pajama clad self raising the basket higher at your side saying, “Thought you might be hungry.”

Biting his lip he crossed the room claiming your basket and the hug you curled him in as he said, “Just what I needed. To see you again.” Pressing a kiss to the top of your head and guiding you inside for a late dinner with the pleased cat seated between your feet using one of them as his pillow through your learning about his trip and what he could share about the surgery. Not long after the meal had been cleared up he smirked through his trip into his study with you in tow curled under his arm through his tour, leaving your side only to open a drawer and pull out your hand forged chisel wrapped in a bright yellow ribbon making a bow. His smile grew as he offered it to you leaving it in your open palm, “Scrubbed it up quite a bit.”

Your brows rose as you eyed the velvet box tied to your chisel. “And the box?”

As his smirk grew he replied, “Not a clue. From the porcupine, most likely.”

Nodding with a growing smirk urging an awkward smile to grow on his face only growing as you opened it eyeing the diamond necklace inside, “The porcupine bought me diamonds?”

“He must be incredibly sorry for misplacing your chisel.” You rolled your eyes again while he walked over and placed the necklace around your neck leaving a peck on your neck as he did.

“Would you mind thanking him for me then? Quite exquisite taste he has.”

After his nod he purred against your ear, “I will. It looks magnificent on you Dearest.” Planting his lips firmly on yours smirking against your lips at your turn to ease your arms around his neck while his curled around your back. “Tired?”

“Would you mind me staying, or-.”

He stole another kiss, “Stay over any time you wish. I’ll give you a quick tour of what’s on our way.”

Room by room after the grand staircase you eyed each of the moonlit statues and paintings decorating the empty rooms before the gasp that drew his smile wider and him to lead you into what could only be a small ballroom filled with crystal coated chandeliers and candelabras reflecting light onto the mural coated ceiling and walls. Barely above a whisper as you turned in a small half circle you muttered, “Wow.”

Moving closer to you his hand found yours to lead you in a quick spin through his lips finding your neck, “One night, when we’re not so exhausted I’ll break out my records and we can dance all night in the moonlight, hmm?”

Still moving your feet your lips met his after your nod, holding each other through another few turns until he sighed softly starting to lead you back to the door shifting you back to his side. Stealing more glances at each room until you finally found his bedroom,  the massive room with the large four poster curtain enclosed bed surrounded by various pieces of art you inspected including a few sketches of you, while he said, “I’ll light the fire.”

You nodded blindly turning and exploring the room until you ended up backing into his chest when he moved to hug you, stirring a quiet giggle from you, “It’s incredible.”

His smile grew as you turned to face him and the golden firelight spread across your skin while he led you over to the bed, “I’m glad you like it.” Holding his smile as you climbed onto the bed and settled back while he pulled out of his shirt and tossed it away then climbed onto the bed under the covers to spread out across you using your shoulder as a pillow, smiling as you brushed his hair out of his face.

You settled together winding your legs around his while you curled your arms across his back feeling each of the memories flooding through the sheets. Mainly tossing and turning mingled with bouts of recitations of countless attempts at poems between the occasional heated moment where your name spilled out between low moans at his own imaginations of you. Halfway through the final memory, one of him singing a near fragile song through his sketching of something your eyes opened at his stating, “I should have set out the crystals first.”

Gliding your fingers through his hair again you left a kiss on his forehead replying, “Don’t you dare. You are an incredible poet, with an amazing voice.” He tilted his head back claiming another loving kiss before your smirking addition of, “And I love the way you whisper my name.”

Quickly he rose to turn over saying, “I’m getting the crystals.” Your giggles sounded as your hands met his ticklish spots gaining a squirm from him dropping him to his side through a laugh until you curled your legs around his. Pressing your chest against his back with your fingers gliding over his chest turning his head to face you after your kiss on his neck and soft nip at his ear. His eyes scanned over your face until they shut at your lips meeting his through your hands trailing lower over his chest stirring deeper breaths from him at their teasing circles while a muffled near moan was lost to your impassioned lip lock.