#bird wip game

[evelhak]

🦅🐧

🦅 an angsty quote

I guess it's more hopeful and "resolving the angst" than pure angst, but here's a quote of my beloved OC Tomie. Same party as in my last WIP post, same scene where Momoi was dancing. Other characters mentioned are also OCs. "Gaston" is a random basketball guy Tomie met, who was dressed as Gaston.

I had almost stopped thinking about Kotomi then. For a minute at least. It hadn’t gone anywhere with her, we'd only exchanged a few words during one of those party games, and it wasn’t Gaston’s fault or anything, I’m sure he was a fine wingman, Kotomi just wasn’t into it. Maybe she wasn’t looking for anyone. I felt like I was talking by myself. But then, just when Sakurano and Amano had freed their hands for a moment, Kotomi just appeared between the two of them. I couldn’t tell if it was on purpose or if she’d just ended up there by accident. A spark of old feelings ignited then, of course. That I was the extra. That those other three girls fit together so much better. All conventional; pretty and straight (because, of course they would be). They fit the image of the Three Graces so well that there wouldn’t be room for me. But in that moment I was also fed up. I had already been through too much and was too strong to back down and give up now, on anything. Even a moment. Perhaps, because I was surrounded by storybook characters, I thought to myself: So what? Three musketeers are three musketeers too, but D’Artagnan never feels like an extra, he’s the fucking main character. So, even if these three are the Graces, and I’m nothing but a funny old creepy satyr, that little annoying creature, too, can be a main character. This story can be about a stupid satyr who gets everything. Right now, that everything, can be a dance. And that was when I wanted to emit all that energy: I’m a lesbian. I like girls. And not that I’m picky, but I think small round boobs and big thighs accompanied with long legs are really fucking hot. I may have a thing for small feet and hands too, small ears and soft skin, but that’s more aesthetic, it just sparks happiness in my chest. Tonight I want them to know. It’s not for them. It’s for me. But I don’t mind if people can tell. I want nothing more than to stop walking on eggshells about it. I’m clumsy, I’m more explosive than I even let show, but it’s killing me not to let people see the extent of me. How much there is of me. How many colours, how many thoughts, how many directions. What I could give if I got a chance. If I can dance as confidently as the straight girls, as the girl did in that silly werewolf movie, and if all the girls here tonight can read from my body language that I’m checking them out, and especially if it makes them look shy like Amano does now, I couldn’t be happier. Whether there’s any energy returned to me, is irrelevant. Because it’s me first. My feelings. Someday, later, it can be about someone else, too. I don’t even care if I flirt with a straight girl tonight. She can take it or leave it. Maybe Gaston was right, not having let things get to him. Things like believing that his very feelings are a bother to girls. Harmless expressions of them demonized. Because I’m sure he’s heard it and understood it. He was so far from dumb. He simply didn’t let it under his skin. Because he wasn’t actually doing anything wrong, and for some reason he knew. He wasn’t bothering me. His “make sure” approach when someone seems cold or distant, could be better, after all. It was me, who was projecting onto him. My insecurity. My fear of being seen as predatory. It doesn’t get to me now. The satyr’s shame. My eyes meet Kotomi’s on the opposite side of our little circle. It doesn’t matter if she doesn’t like me. It doesn’t matter what she thinks of me. It doesn’t matter if she can tell I’m attracted to her and rejects me, deflects me, even without a word. I’m not sure what came over me. A moment ago that would’ve been all I cared about.                       Now I’m just in this moment. This dance.

Sorry, that was long, I couldn't cut it without feeling like the whole point would be missed. ^^'

🐧 a funny quote

This one is later from the same coversation Midorima and Takao were having in the last WIP post. So, Midorima's POV. Also, he's dressed as a carrot with vampire fangs (because he's (not so) secretly a huge simp who will do anything to amuse Takao at this point in time).

                      – Also, if you think I’m gonna let that grass comment go, you’re gravely mistaken, my undead carrot… how did you even figure that out? he asks, leaning closer with that mocking but… altogether lovely grin. – Did you like, actually go there and measure the grass? With a ruler? In multiple places to make sure they’re not sloppy about it?                       – No comment.                       – Hey! How come you didn’t bring me along? I missed out on grade A photo evidence of what I have to live with… and why does the grass length matter, anyway?                       – Different length grass is a habitat for different kinds of bugs with different kind of habits which altogether affects how hygienic it would be to use the parks as a place for studying. Also if you drop your keys or another small item it would be easier to find it in shorter grass…                       – Oh my God stop, my ears are bleeding from just listening.

Hey that was actually pretty short!

Thanks for the ask. 🩵

[mynahh266]

Random doodles

[serpentface]

A few birds of prey found in (and beyond) Imperial Wardi claimed land: the crow kite, dove eagle, and golden eagle.

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The crow kite is a small, nimble hunter. This particular species is found exclusively west of the Blackmane mountain range and east of the Mouth seaway, though has close relatives elsewhere. They're mostly found in grasslands, where they can be seen hovering in midair while scanning for prey below. They primarily prey upon insects caught in flight, though will also regularly take rodents and lizards and can grapple with prey almost as large as themselves. Most of their diet consists of live prey, though they will opportunistically scavenge.

They are threatened by larger birds of prey, though are notably aggressive and proficient at mobbing most threats.

The crow kite has a particular partnership association with the (broadly unnoticed to be Sapient by humans) 'talking crows' who live here. Mutualistic and/or stealthily parasitic interactions with other animals characterize many crow cultures, and kites represent the only raptors that crows in this region partner with (largely due to posing no threat to themselves/their young).

Both (mostly) benefit from the overall relationship- the kite is slightly larger and notably more powerful than a single crow, while the crows are highly social and can keep more effective watch for predators as large groups. When foraging in association, they are highly effective at warning each other of threats and teaming up to drive them away. Crows will take on predators they wouldn't even dare approach as a large group with kites on their sides (notably the dove eagle, which is rarely outright mobbed by smaller birds due to their tremendous agility and capability of turning the tables on pursuers), and the two species are known to drive away substantially larger mammalian predators (occasionally even humans) from carcasses and resources. Kites also have beaks better equipped for tearing than crows, and can open some carcasses that crows cannot.

The most dramatic form of this association is the 'adoption' of kite chicks by some crow families. Kites rear clutches of 3-5 eggs, and the crows will occasionally steal an unguarded chick and raise it to maturity in order to fully monopolize the benefits of this partnership. Kite chicks adopted by crows do not heavily compete for resources (as the crows have a significantly more generalist diet) and serve as permanent attack dogs/can openers for their adoptive families while out foraging. This is not Particularly beneficial to the kite, who (having imprinted on their crow parents) will not readily mate with their own species, and will often be allowed to do most of the work of mobbing predators (when deemed too risky/too much effort for the crows themselves). An adopted kite's propensity to form one-sided pair bonds with their adoptive species is also utilized to assist in the labor of rearing chicks, where it can be coaxed into bringing kills for a nesting crow 'partner'. The crows generally do bond with their 'adoptees' (though not as fellow crows) and don't tend to perceive this relationship as wholly exploitative.

This association in of itself is widely noted by human observers, hence the kite's common name. Most peoples in this region have largely negative outlooks on crows (ranging from being despised scavengers to respected but frightful animals, and in all cases are considered potentially bad omens), which is extended to the crow kite. Crow kites are often regarded as omens of death and misfortune, sometimes even more intensely than crows. One of the most widespread beliefs (across several cultural groups) is that seeing a crow kite and crow perch together on top of a home indicates the impending demise of a mother and infant during childbirth.

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The dove eagle is a mid-sized specialist predator of smaller birds, found widely across the temperate and subtropical eastern continental mass. It is most associated with the killing of doves (hence its name), though the majority of its prey is passerine birds and it is occasionally known to take small mammals and reptiles. It is a very powerful predator and exceptionally agile in flight. It also has notably long legs, and can occasionally be seen pursuing prey on foot. It is most abundant in savanna and wooded regions, as well as mountainous areas with high cliffs, as it usually hunts in short bursts from high perches. It can be somewhat of a pest in human settlements, where it poses a threat to poultry.

While often an irritant to people for its predation of avian livestock, it tends to be regarded for its beauty, with its bluish-hued feathers, sleek profile, and elegant flight. Its light blue-gray eyes are notably distinctive among predatory birds here. Light eye colors commonly have sinister and/or apotropaic associations among peoples south of the Viper seaway, which carries into folklore surrounding dove eagles. They are often ascribed the power to paralyze prey with their stare, to be capable of inflicting curses, and/or to be able to frighten off evil spirits with their glare. They are often left unharmed where other threats to livestock would be killed out of fear of receiving a curse.

The dove eagle has the most extensive significance in the Hill Tribes cultural sphere. This bird is one of many avian forms ancestors can take when visiting the world of the living, and the vast majority of its birdsign-omens are wholly positive. The dove eagle tends to be a signal of impending success and good luck in economic ventures, and its presence/gaze chases away bad luck and evil spirits (perhaps at the cost of some poultry here and there, which sometimes may be a message of ancestral disapproval as well as just a general bummer). Its feathers are considered lucky and utilized in magical practice (bundles are waved to banish malicious spirits from homes and objects, single feathers are sometimes worn as good luck charms), though feathers must be retrieved from around nests or by chance, as killing predatory birds is taboo.

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The golden eagle is a very large, bulky predator. This particular subspecies (distinguishable by its dark, mostly solid colored wings) is very widespread and can be found throughout much of the northeastern hemisphere, adapting to a considerable variety of habitats and climates. It is occasionally a threat to livestock, being wholly capable of killing the tiny offspring of horses, and sometimes even a threat to newborn cattle (they are known to kill very young calves by knocking them off cliffs when the opportunity presents itself). They are noted for their dramatic courtship displays, wherein coupling pairs lock talons and spin towards the ground in freefall.

They tend to be highly regarded animals in most of this region. They tend to garner associations of regality, power and (usually masculine) strength. They are frequently used as symbols of monogamous romantic love and devotion, notably mating for life (most partnered pairs at least rear chicks together for life, though extra-pair copulation is fairly common and often goes unnoticed by observers). Their mating death-spiral makes frequent appearances in Wardi poetry as a romantic allegory, sometimes as a simple representation of foolhardy love and sometimes representative of the often challenging nature of first-time marriages (very commonly arranged, and often between strangers in the upper-class contexts that mainstream poetry tends to focus on).

Most proto-Wardi groups appear to have held the eagle as a high status sacred animal in ancient history, and very old outsider recordings of these earlier practices describe these birds as highly venerated in association with a non-personified but semi-deified sun and/or sky. Proto-Finnic groups that migrated here appear to have had associations with golden eagles in a funerary context (these migrants most likely practiced sky burials early in their history here) and to have adopted the golden eagle's semi-deified status from proto-Wardi groups they interacted with/absorbed/were absorbed by.

The centrality of the golden eagle has largely been lost in contemporary practices, but remnants of its status are still obvious. Cholemdinae folklore describes the golden eagle as one of God (who is the sun)'s most devoted creations, who tried to stop the theft of fire that would destroy the first world. Surviving 'heathen' North Wardi practices that similarly venerate the sky as a central deity describe the golden eagle as its messengers, also capable of traveling to and from the land of the dead. The King of Eagles, the first golden eagle (and first bird in general), father of dragons and the winds, is lightly venerated as a deity-spirit throughout most of the Hill Tribes religious sphere, and the spirits of dead ancestors are considered to frequently take the form of these birds. Contemporary Imperial Wardi animal-folktales also tend to cast the golden eagle as a king of birds, commanding and served by lesser flying creatures. While not outright sacred animals in the Faith of the Seven Faced God, they have noted solar associations. They are sometimes used as sacrifices to the Face Inyamache, and their feathers are given as offerings and worn by priests to this deity-aspect.

[andromeda-vita]

okaayyyy first on the list of designnsssss,,, rayman !! yeah incredible , ik ik just. stay with me here

a brief rundown of it is taking that whole "guardian of this world" concept, and being an embodiment of dreams, bravery and light.. then making it into a silly forest spirit,,

some inspos are sky children of the light, over the garden wall, adventure time, and zelda . again , weird mix , i knowwww . but!!!

i would need an entire doc to list all the things i've written on him thus far but i'd love asks/questions (and perhaps suggestions!)

im gonna be real here... most of the changes have to be the fact he has a cape and, messy hair, with flowers/leaves caught in it (ever heard of a brush???)

[saucy-scribbler]

WIP Whenever

Thank you for the tag @yennefer-of-vengerbergs!

Here’s a snippet from chapter 11 of It’s Time to Try Living Again, which releases this week on Saturday!

I’ll tag @astarioffsimpmain

[blank-house]

In the Cam-mobile we trust

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This has to be my favorite set of BGs for the extended demo to date. Not because we have glow in the dark stars (though that is a pretty good reason to love it) but because we get to just chill and make new memories in a space you've grown all too familiar with. So familiar, in fact, that you and your friends have a routine for whenever you want to do a picnic in the backseats.

Also I checked the polls, and Sage nearly took half of the votes here and the bird app! So it's official! Any Fall players out there will have Sage for their default name! But, of course, you'd still be able to change your MC's name if you like. ^^

Thank you for participating if you did, and we'll start another poll for another season soon!

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[captainhaisley]

Slow going, but have a WIP Gorilla!Fernie for #swordaf season 2 launch day. Just look at that big pumpkin he grew all on his own!

[lady-of-games]

Guh HUH and BREEEE!!! Banjo and Kazooie are done!!

I love making character sheets and it feels so nice to have some polished turn arounds of these two!

OH! and guess who's turnaround I'm doing next ...

The greenest and meanest Gruntilda!

[eusuntgratie]

🎶GIMME GIMME GIMME SOME SEX CLUB MALEXA🎶

(á la abba)

i heard this a la abba before i could get to the last line of your ask <3

“This is Michael,” she says, voice full of pride, and runs her fingers through his hair before sliding a bright red nail down his cheek. His eyes slip closed and Alex gets a little lost watching her push her fingers into his curls so she can scratch at his scalp. “He likes that,” Alex murmurs, voice quieter than he expects. She smiles. “He does. He needs touch. He needs to feel connected. I guess you saw what happens when he doesn’t feel like he gets enough.” “So you’re a brat tamer now?” Alex asks, laughing lightly, but something in Maria’s face goes a little severe. “He’s not a brat,” she says, almost defensive. Before Alex can course correct, she tugs on Michael’s hair softly. “Just needy. But he’s more than worth it.” He nuzzles into her side at that, eyes barely open and mouth slack. He’s hard and he’s clearly floating and fuck if he isn’t the most beautiful thing Alex has ever seen.

[anya-draws-stuff]

Here's a few SanSan sketches I slapped some colour on. It's actually a bit of a sketch dump.

Since I'm currently working on a comission (also a SanSan piece btw), I didn't have the time yet to finish any of these, but I will...at some point. :-)

[evelhak]

🕊️🦜

️These are from my ongoing fic The Luminous Things, which is a part of a big series and about half? two thirds? of it is posted already, but I'm not actively writing anything completely new, so I'll choose from the unpublished parts of it.

🦜 a pretty quote

This was hard to choose because I saw the words poetic and symbolism in the game instructions, and I am NUTS for extended metaphor, but that's why it's also hard to find something that makes sense with limited context. I tried.

This is Momoi's POV, the context is a party where basically everyone has epiphanies:

I feel like I’m coming undone at the seams. But it doesn’t hurt. I just want out, out, out. Out of where? I don’t even know. I just don’t want to be put in spaces anymore. I don’t want to put myself in spaces. I want to be the space.                       I want to say that this room, this space, is mine as much as anyone else’s. That these are my people. I am not just theirs. They are mine.                       I never needed to find my niche, and I especially didn’t need to find something more than that. I needed to be it. I don’t want to be necessary, or useful, or interesting, or desirable, or worth something.                       I just want to be.                       I’ve always been overflowing.                       I’m a force of nature and I won’t be cultivated anymore.                       I am not intelligent and beautiful.                       I am not girly but fierce.                       I am not because, if, when, despite of.                       I am not conditional.                       I am.                       When I move through the impossible, strange, transcendental dance in the room that seems at once bright and dim, loud and tranquil, when I grab a hand that is extended to me, when another one meets mine, I am not glue. I am not a bridge. My hands are hands and the thing to be connected, between them, is me.                       I am my centre of gravity, and I’m growing and pulsating and mobile in the world that seemed so sure and simple and still to me before. And now my chest feels like a monster that lives at the centre of the earth is about to break out.                       It just needs something. One more thing. Something to roar at.                       Someone.

🕊️ a sweet quote

I told you I could not be concise, I'm so sorry, but here's a sweet MidoTaka moment from the same party. They are dating and pretty far along in their relationship here. Midorima's POV.

                      I swallow, and force out what has been on my mind for a while now, finally forming into a thought:                       – If I got into my first and second university choice, and you got into my second choice, I would go there with you.                       He blinks in surprise, and then his face turns soft.                       – You really don’t need to do that. You should do what you want.                       – That’s what I want, in fact.                       – Are you sure you’re not just overcompensating for how you think you’re gonna “steamroll” over me? Bold of you to think you could, by the way.                       – No. It’s because you’re right. The differences are not that significant, I say, making his eyes widen a little in surprise. – The differences between my first and second choice are things like… some lecturer I heard of who interests me, who may or may not be there next year. Whether it’s the morning or the afternoon sun that shines to the labs. Where the libraries are located. What length the grass is kept.                       He snorts.                       – What length the grass is…                       – I’m serious. I put that on my pro con list. I have a preference for these things. You know that. But that doesn’t mean that because I have a preference for something so incredibly trivial in the grant scheme of things, and you don’t, that I should always get what I want. And it’s because of you that I know this.                       I take a breath, and he looks at me openly, as I go on.                       – I can let go of some things. Not everything is as significant. And if my preferences are based on something this trivial, then I’m going to choose you.                       He snorts again.                       – Thanks for choosing me over a few centimetres difference in grass length.                       – That is what I’m saying! You’re even making me sound like a jerk just joking about it! I’m saying that if we decide that we’re going to try to stay together, then both of us should make compromises. – But I wasn’t making any compromises, Kazunari says, crossing his arms. – Are you hearing me, I had no preference. That’s why I didn’t talk that much about it! Because there wasn’t anything to talk about.                       – Well, then, if it comes to it, let me make the compromise, I say.                       He looks at me for a moment in consideration, then smirks.                       – Sure. You can have this one, as long as it’s within reason.

Even now I feel like I had to cut it too short. I'm hopeless.

Thank you for the ask, it was fun. 🩵✨

[rrat-king]

the colony or landing in your feet for wip ask game

7. the colony

“See you’ve gotten acquainted with the old girl,” Sandra Lynn smiled at her, rattling the cat feed and watching as the cats made their way out of the woods and across the lawn.  Aelwyn didn’t respond, only frowning as Lady hopped off of her lap, the cat stationing herself at a food bowl and accepting a pet behind the ears from Sandra Lynn.  “Not surprised Lady found you, she loves a lap to sit on,” she told her, laughing to herself as she watched two of the cats, looked like Marron and Dougy, fight over one bowl, throwing a bit of kibble out on the porch so they’d get off of each other. “She likes quieter folks, I think, or at least that's what I tell Jawbone cuz she really hates him and he doesn’t buy the whole ‘cats vs dogs’ thing.” She didn’t get much of a response, only a bored look, though Sandra Lynn didn’t mind, she wasn’t against talking to herself, just letting the words hang in the air as she finished feeding the cats.  “Lady?”  “This old girl,” she pointed the calico out, taking a seat in the rocker across from Aelwyn and letting Lady crawl up into her lap. “‘s not terribly original, I know, but she was the first out of the Colony to be named so she drew the short straw. Fits her well, though.”  “You call them the Colony? Does that not sound cultish to you?” Aewlyn sneered, challenging her as she watched Sandra Lynn across the porch.  “A little bit,” she brushed off easily, not taking the bait, “but they’re my cult and I’m their little cult leader cuz I’m the one with the cat food.” Aelwyn grimaced, watching as Sandra Lynn pulled Lady onto her back so that she was sitting like a baby in the crook of her arm, cooing at the cat as she rocked in her rocker. “This house is full of freaks.”  “With you in it,” Sandra Lynn quipped back, leaving it at that as she enjoyed her evening routine, Aelwyn or not.

ask game here :)

[hmtaxidermy]

I’ve not been able to get as much done as I’d like to recently, but at least this turkey is one step closer to being finished.

[glorfindel-of-imladris]

🦉 For the bird ask game!

"Careful, Your Majesty," came a voice beside Gil-galad. "You are straying a bit too close to 'obvious' this evening. I advise you let your eyes linger elsewhere, if at least for an hour."

"I beg your pardon, Counsellor Erestor." Gil-galad straightened his back against the uncomfortable throne and willed his eyes to stay on the dance floor. "Where did you say my eyes were straying?"

"I do not know, Sire. Where were His Majesty’s eyes straying?" asked the counsellor. "You need not tell me, but wherever it was, I am only saying that you may want to look elsewhere."

"Duly noted. Thank you."

It took only a moment, a beat in the music and a turn in the dancing before them, before Erestor was speaking again.

"I mean he does look good tonight."

Against his better judgment, Gil-galad glanced to where the impertinent adviser told him not to look.

"He was telling me earlier about the journey. He reports that Númenor is thriving beyond expectations." He paused—for effect, Gil-galad was sure, because Erestor was nothing if not dramatic, however vehemently he denied it. “The fair weather also seems to have given him a good tan."

Gil-galad sighed. "Erestor, I thought you said not to look? That does not help."

"Consider it a test of will, Sire. It is good exercise from time to time."

The old king rolled his eyes. Some days he wondered why he kept this Elf at court.

"You do not think he is too young?" he found himself unwisely asking.

"I think too young is the least of your concerns." Erestor's voice, at least, was thankfully discreet. "He is your cousin, your charge, he cannot give you heirs, and worst, he has atrocious organisation skills and training him in this has thus far been a nightmare."

"Yes, that is indeed the worst of it all."

"But his heart is golden and pure,” continued Erestor, “and he thinks the best of everyone. It is admirable, if a bit naïve, but you can trust no other more."

“Not even you?”

“You think me trustworthy, Sire?”

“Ah. Good point.”

[allthecastlesonclouds]

wip wednesday*

*author does not have any statement about the date tag game is posted on

tagged by the most wonderful @rrat-king, thank you so much!! uh section of 5+1 seacaster sibs fic be upon ye <3

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She places one hand on his knee and reaches towards the sheet wrapped through his belt. Her balance still isn’t the greatest, but he is careful not to comment on it, just wrap his free arm around her as she wobbles dangerously in her reach.

She gets her free hand hooked onto his battlesheet and pulls, stumbling backwards and falling but loosing her prize. It flutters to the floor between him, and she looks up at him, stating as seriously as her little voice can allow, “Mama Ca-thil-da and I went out to get ice cream today!” Belle pronounces every syllable of Cathilda’s name carefully, as though every bit is precious, and Fabian raises an eyebrow at her.

“Ice cream, huh,” he replies, brushing a hand through the Hangman’s fur and staying where he’s crouched. His dog nudges into his side, and Fabian leans into him as much as he can while staying balanced. “How was it?”

“Good!” She toddles to her feet, gathering up the sheet into her arms. “I got choc’late. Cathilda got a–” she pauses, wrinkling her nose in a manner that reminds Fabian so much of their mama, and then it is gone and she is beaming again– “a twist! It had chocolate and vanilla.”

She starts waving her arms while holding the sheet, and Fabian can’t help but smile at her approximation of his dancing. If she really is his nemesis, she’ll be a formidable one, he supposes. She’s got the ambition.

Or, he considers for a moment, she just sees the smile on his face when he dances, and wants to do it too.

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shortest 5+1 i've ever written (1/3 of the way through section 4 and we have 2.5k words total. amazing.) and i'm having the time of my life. so fun. uhh tagging @novaliae and @wlwinry if y'all have stuff you want to share! <3

[atelierlili]

Your file names are so good! What about:

Stones to Swallow

Hi Molly!! 👋

Stones to Swallow is my Mj Katniss and Hijacked Peeta time traveling to the first game fic! The whole premise is about Mj Katniss trying to connect and convince a disillusioned Peeta into going through the trilogy again. But he’s being v difficult.

It’s always been a small project, but I’ve been struggling to push out the middle part of the fic. But I’ll finish it one of these days! Here’s a little snippet that I haven’t posted before.