dump place

a place for shitty pots || mostly dcmk

[athousandpots]

rereading dcmk. at the point where akai's dropping redherrings like a pro and bourbon hasn't actually come out yet

im so excited to meet bourbon

[athousandpots]

"You're 24."

He starts off simply, and Kaito— Kuroba Kaito gives a noncommittal hum. "So are you," the former thief says simply, amused voice merging into slight petulance, shrugging back somewhat broader shoulders and sitting down on the concrete roof, completely at ease. The college graduate-magician shuffles cards with gloved hands; Conan wonders how long it’d taken him to get used to the muted senses he handled cards with now, the cloth a barrier between paper edges and his fingertips.

Conan takes off his glasses, wipes them, and stares at them in his hands.

There's really no need for this masquerade. Kaitou KID had retired a few years ago. "I'd much rather focus on what I've missed since I was 16," the 20-year old had said that night, words soft as the childhood torn from his hands-- monocle cracked and suit torn with blood, top hat lost and eyes and expression downcast. Holding the gem of life in his hand with red tears spilling all over his gloves, listlessly watching the gem as it tried to distort time and space to fix itself— Pandora, shattered to pieces.

"My father's story ends here."

Conan hadn't inquired what that had meant. Hadn’t needed to. Had just watched as the former teenager placed each pieces of the jewel in separate bags inscribed with sigils ( Help from a friend, the now twenty year old had said, his grin flashing sardonic ) and slip them in his pocket without much fanfare – no poofs, no shit eating grin, just the tired set of shoulders that he squared away –

“Yours doesn’t, meitantei.”

It’d been said with careful detachment, and Shinichi- Kudo Shinichi- had noted the nickname and laughed.

[athousandpots]

chants winged saguru winged saguru winged saguru winged sag

[qarchived-deactivated20220417]

You say BO!Shinichi AU’s are edgy and cringe-worthy? I raise you something even edgier and even more nonsensical: BO!Ran AU

bonus:

she attac…. but she also protec……..

[athousandpots]

anyway, train to busan but with dcmk

[lhazaar]

look…………….. write as much shitty fic as you want. nobody can stop you. you’re learning constantly and it’s better to write hackneyed implausible ridiculousness than it is to not write at all out of fear of fucking up. you’re good

[darkandstormyslash]

There was an experiment a professor did. I think it was pottery students. He did an experiment of “quality” vs “quantity”. One half of the class he told; you have to make as many pots as possible. Good pots, bad pots, shitty pots, whatever. The more pots you make, the higher your grade.

The other half of the class were told, “you can make only one pot”. But that pot had to be perfect. The quality had to be high; the highest quality pot would get the best mark.

But when it came to the grading, they noticed something weird.

All the best quality pots were in the ‘quantity’ group.

The guys who were literally churning out pots, trying to make as many as possible, not concentrating on the quality. But every pot they made, made them better at making pots. By the end of the month (I think it was a month) - they had some pretty awesome pots coming out, because they enjoying finding all the ways and all the things they could do to make all their pots. Where as the ‘quality’ guys had spent their time reading up on pots, and technique, and researching and planning; which was all great but they’d had no further practice at actually making pots.

The best way to get really good at something, the only way to be really good at something, is to make lots of shitty attempts at that thing several of which will fail. If all you create are perfect things then you won’t improve, because how can you improve on perfect?

tl:dr MAKE YOUR SHITTY POTS.

[athousandpots]

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