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Hope it's not too late, but 📓???
It's never too late!
Okay so it never got past the outline stage (yet?), but I had an idea for a fic inspired by one of @inkdrawndreamer 's pics, where the dork squad go to Denny's after a failed heist. The fic is from the POV of their waitress, who thinks serving them quickly and getting them out would result in less property damage than calling the cops.
They don't tip.
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Dedicated to @calicogoat, I wrote this poem based on their recent post revealing some sad facts about their au, which have been living in my head since then. I hope ya like!
Doorways
The door didn't open today.
The old clock on the wall keeps track, With Ticks and Tocks And Snapdragon-Snarks, But never says anything back.
The door didn't open today.
He'll be cross if it gets overgrown. So weed the garden, Two, Five, and Seven. He'll come home by the fields, alone.
If not the fields then the lane. So mend the window, Keeping watch through. Just push down your shattered pane.
The door didn't open today.
The door didn't open today.
Harder and harder to keep the right time. Dropping the rhythm and failing the rhyme.
Spirit is willing. But as for the rest... Like a pocket watch in a waistcoat Wound too many times.
If only the clock on the wall could speak, It would hold a decent conversation. Of Dante or Virgil or perhaps de Cervantes.
But it just Ticks, without any Talks. And Ticks And Ticks And Springs and gears spilled out on the floor like a flood.
His hands, they sting. Rivulets of regret Running Down.
Lemon juice Is good for many more things Than Just Tea. Pay attention!
The door didn't open today.
The silence leaves claws in him. And enough tears to drown in. The clock had been his.
He waits.
He waits.
The door didn't open today.
Science Cyan, Wheat Bread, and Gay
That can be arranged. I can fit in the pockets of most lab coats :-) Also, the feeling is mutual 🧡
Seedling and thread, if that's all right? ;3
Thanks Goat ^-^
🌱 Seedling: What is something you want to begin learning?
I’m going to have to take a ceramics class this summer to finish my degree, and I’m honestly looking forward to it. I have always liked pottery but I’m not good with any kind of 3D art. It will be nice to work with liquids and tools again after having to quit painting for a year. Plus a good friend of mine is part of that department and I miss her a lot, so I hope I can see her too.
🧵 Thread: What is a recent creative project that you are proud of?
That’s a hard one to be honest. I’m more proud than I probably should be of that Masters of Fear reader insert fic. That was the first time I managed to sit down and finish any writing in months. I have a hard time concentrating when writing (especially when I have to edit because I can’t have any sound on in the background), so that was a nice change of pace.
Source: calicogoat
Not sure what the hell but it's creepy and I like it.
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