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Tiny Screams and Spies
Feb. 6th, 2022 11:41 amJust a little bit of whining to start: our work group chat is all Olympics, COVID, and Russia, with a soupçon of the one guy on staff who can’t figure out how to google things, bless his heart.
There’s no other news. Things are just … continuing. I really, really wish I knew where I would be working next year. Come on, jobs! I’m awesome! I am so cool, and I am such a good teacher!
I’m a bit blocked with writing, so I went through a bunch of my old original stories and WIPs. Most of them aren’t great, at least not enough to really put effort into making publishable. But they aren’t bad, either. They have good bones, as the poem says. So I’m taking some of them and turning them into AU’s for fics. At the very least, they might brighten one or two people’s day, which is more than they would do languishing in my docs. So for today’s snippet, I am sharing a bit of a modern spy/maybe magic? AU with MDZS, of course. It’s been over two years and I don’t seem to be losing interest in the fandom, or more correctly, the lovely fun corner I’ve made for myself, with the lovely people who visit it. I’m almost done with the story and hope to publish it within the next couple weeks.
Jin Guangshan loves to hear himself sing. Which is really unfortunate for him, Wei Ying thinks as he affixes the silencer to the end of the short pistol he carries. He’s meant to be keeping a low profile after everything that went down with the Wens, yet here he is, singing his fat guts out in the shower in the shitty little apartment near the train station in which he’s stashed one of his many mistresses, like he’s a hot, twinky pop idol.
There’s no other news. Things are just … continuing. I really, really wish I knew where I would be working next year. Come on, jobs! I’m awesome! I am so cool, and I am such a good teacher!
I’m a bit blocked with writing, so I went through a bunch of my old original stories and WIPs. Most of them aren’t great, at least not enough to really put effort into making publishable. But they aren’t bad, either. They have good bones, as the poem says. So I’m taking some of them and turning them into AU’s for fics. At the very least, they might brighten one or two people’s day, which is more than they would do languishing in my docs. So for today’s snippet, I am sharing a bit of a modern spy/maybe magic? AU with MDZS, of course. It’s been over two years and I don’t seem to be losing interest in the fandom, or more correctly, the lovely fun corner I’ve made for myself, with the lovely people who visit it. I’m almost done with the story and hope to publish it within the next couple weeks.
Jin Guangshan loves to hear himself sing. Which is really unfortunate for him, Wei Ying thinks as he affixes the silencer to the end of the short pistol he carries. He’s meant to be keeping a low profile after everything that went down with the Wens, yet here he is, singing his fat guts out in the shower in the shitty little apartment near the train station in which he’s stashed one of his many mistresses, like he’s a hot, twinky pop idol.
