one of these days…
Jan. 12th, 2022 11:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
presumenothing…I may actually convince the anxiously spinning top constituting 85% of my brain to regain some measure of sensibility, i.e. stop refusing to write fic anywhere besides Tumblr drafts or Discord messages. Neither of which actually has an auto-save function, with a bonus very very short character limit on the latter just to spice things up, but alas. The meatsack does what it wants.
On the other hand, all that rattling around did actually give me a long(ish) idea to work with for once, which is nice for a change! And I got enough of it drafted on the train to and back from work that I'm actually hopeful on the odds of finishing it maybe this weekend. Once I paper enough of this over for a semi-hanging-together-plot, at least…
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“Sorry, sorry!” he says, shaking the remaining tingle out of his hand before reaching over to grab Da Qing – yowling in protest at the sudden manhandling – and deposit him in his lap.
Da Qing gives him a stink-eye, which Zhao Yunlan summarily ignores in favour of the greater good: namely, keeping his hands busy and therefore safely away from anything like proximity to Shen Wei.
The complete reversal from his usual MO would be enough to give anyone whiplash.
Zhao Yunlan persists nobly through the cognitive dissonance and nods at the popcorn gallery currently clustered in furious discussion around the table. “Anyway. Either they’re my team, in which case I’m entitled to spend their time however I like, or they’re our team. Which would mean they’re obliged to help us anyway, no matter how you look at it.”
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ETA: Hilariously I may have accidentally thought of a brilliant solution to this – i.e. changing Atom's colours to match Discord's. It's definitely a fresh feel, let's see how well it works…
ETA 2: Finished fic now posted here on![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fan_flashworks!
On the other hand, all that rattling around did actually give me a long(ish) idea to work with for once, which is nice for a change! And I got enough of it drafted on the train to and back from work that I'm actually hopeful on the odds of finishing it maybe this weekend. Once I paper enough of this over for a semi-hanging-together-plot, at least…
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“Sorry, sorry!” he says, shaking the remaining tingle out of his hand before reaching over to grab Da Qing – yowling in protest at the sudden manhandling – and deposit him in his lap.
Da Qing gives him a stink-eye, which Zhao Yunlan summarily ignores in favour of the greater good: namely, keeping his hands busy and therefore safely away from anything like proximity to Shen Wei.
The complete reversal from his usual MO would be enough to give anyone whiplash.
Zhao Yunlan persists nobly through the cognitive dissonance and nods at the popcorn gallery currently clustered in furious discussion around the table. “Anyway. Either they’re my team, in which case I’m entitled to spend their time however I like, or they’re our team. Which would mean they’re obliged to help us anyway, no matter how you look at it.”
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ETA: Hilariously I may have accidentally thought of a brilliant solution to this – i.e. changing Atom's colours to match Discord's. It's definitely a fresh feel, let's see how well it works…
ETA 2: Finished fic now posted here on
fan_flashworks!
