call me art .ᐟ

ao3, minors dni .ᐟ

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⤷ call me art .ᐟˎˊ˗ twenty-five, she/her. 18+ content, mdni .ᐟ works have triggering themes or include smut, please proceed with caution. full warning lists on each fic. i don't have a taglist, if you want to be notified when i post updates to series or upload new one-shots please follow @artficlly-archive and turn on post notifications. masterlists linked below.

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I will print out your fics and bury them with me when I die because damn I won’t leave the earth without them. A dish served cold, a price of passage, smog & spirits, lessons in lovemaking, show me again, this is (not) okay; hell I could keep going and going, and honestly, at this point, I just want your brain implanted in me (alright I’m sorry this is unhinged but I don’t know what to do with my feelings here because you are just so damn good what the heck. I could read you stuff forever.

oh my goodness!! thank you so much!!! i wish i could implant my brain into someone else, i have so many ideas but not enough time to write them 😭 i hope you continue to enjoy as i get around to posting new fics!!

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nothing left but ash [teaser]

── avatar: the last airbender au

zuko x spy!fem oc six years after the death of avatar aang during sozin's comet, kaiya returns to the fire nation as a spy for the rebellion. after a mysterious, otherworldly sickness has wiped out most of the world’s women and children, surviving women have become little more than property—married off and valued only for their ability to reproduce. disguised as her former identity as the daughter of a respected war general, kaiya’s gender and status are enough to buy her a place within the palace walls. but after being abruptly married off to prince zuko, a man rumoured to be just as cruel as his father, her mission becomes unexpectedly complicated. the longer she spends trapped in his chambers and sharing his bed, learning the man hidden behind the monster, the lines between hatred and desire begin to blur.

── author's note

this fic is currently a wip - currently 30k words deep (predicting it'll be around 60-70k altogether). i'm planning to prewrite it all before posting! i just wanted to post a little teaser to get an idea of interest since i haven't written for atlab before or for x oc, since i'm usually an x reader girl. if you are interested, let me know! drop a like, a comment, a reblog or an ask! this fic is going to include smut and a lot of heavy themes (sa and noncon, war, misogyny, racism, violence and death, conversations around pregnancy and miscarriage), and parts of the plot were heavily inspired by the handmaid's tale it's going to be a pretty angsty beast, but there will be happy ending i promise. expect to see some wonderful tropes such as enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, slow burn and forced proximity.

There was a saying, older than the war, that Kaiya’s mother had once told her. 

It had been during the hush of night, five years after the death of the Avatar Aang during Sozin’s Comet, when the rebel base on Kyoshi Island finally fell to the Fire Nation. Kaiya remembered the sky most clearly. It had been infinite above them, stars blinking faintly while the moon painted silver across the waves and guided their dangerous journey to the Northern Water Tribe, where the scattered remains of the rebellion lay in wait.

The boat had rocked endlessly beneath them that night. Survivors huddled shoulder-to-shoulder along the hull beneath damp blankets, shivering and bracing whenever the sea spray hit. The silence had been broken only by muffled sobs, the occasional groan of the injured or the clatter of teeth. 

‘You walk a path, and behind you, the snow begins to fall.’ Her mother had murmured into the dark. Kaiya had finally looked at her then, after hours spent staring numbly at the sky overhead. ‘Not all at once, not enough to alarm. It gathers slowly in your footprints, softening the edges, filling the shape of where you have been.’

Moonlight had caught along the sharp edges of her mother’s profile, illuminating the old burn scars stretching across her hands, throat and arms—the patches of ruined flesh smudged with soot and blood. The boat had creaked beneath them as another wave struck the hull. ‘You don’t notice it happening step by step, not until there is suddenly no clear way back.’

The Elders always liked to say there had been signs. That the world had been warned of what was to come. Kaiya had heard them list them, one by one, as if naming them might mean something now, as if it could change anything that had happened. 

No one had thought much of it when Fire Lord Sozin first began seizing small territories in the Earth Kingdom over a century ago. No one had recognised it for what it was when tensions rose, colonies spread, and armies grew larger with each passing year. They had let the snow gather in their footsteps, and by the time anyone thought to turn around, the path back to peace and normality was already gone. Humanity had lost its way, lost in the blizzards of war and destruction, stumbling blindly in the hopes of finding what they had forgotten. 

Kaiya’s mother had been born into violence and died in it too, and all Kaiya ever secretly hoped was that she herself might escape the same fate.

But in the present, there was no time to dwell on the past, because despite the way her pulse thudded against her ribs, Kaiya knew that everything was going according to plan. 

It certainly didn’t feel like it. Not with her wrists bound in iron, the chains bruising and biting each time she shifted her weight. Not with a rough cloth bag pulled tight over her head, damp with her own breath.

But this was what the rebels had wanted. 

What she had agreed to. 

Kaiya had crossed back into Fire Nation territory willingly. 

The rebels had ferried her in beneath a moonless sky, the sea black and endless beneath the tiny boat. No lanterns had been permitted, not even a voice above a whisper. Only the rhythmic slap of water against the hull accompanied them as they slipped carefully past Fire Nation patrol routes and watchtowers. It had almost been laughably easy—then again, the patrols were watching for deserters fleeing eastward, not for rebels trying to get in. 

When they finally reached shore, her escorts had hesitated. Even in the dark, Kaiya had caught the uncertain glances they exchanged as she climbed from the boat alone, black sand sinking beneath her feet. No one had said it aloud, but she could feel the thought hanging between them all the same: 

What if they had just delivered her directly to her execution?

Kaiya had not allowed herself to think too long about it. 

By dawn, a patrol had found her sitting calmly at the shoreline. She hadn’t run, hadn’t fought back, hadn’t even resisted when they shackled her wrists. 

Why would she?

Everything was unfolding exactly as planned. 

A woman of fertile years, crossing the border alone and demanding an audience with the Fire Lord was either desperate or insane. Or both. The guards, foolish enough to underestimate her, never seemed to consider there might be another reason entirely. 

And so, eight hours later, Kaiya found herself exactly where she had intended to be.

Inside the palace of her enemy. 

Even blinded, she could hear the others lined beside her—criminals, deserters, rebel sympathisers waiting for Fire Lord Ozai to decide if their sentence was death or something far worse. Chains rattled softly whenever someone shifted. Somewhere nearby, someone whimpered quietly, while another tried and failed to suppress frightened sobs. 

Although it was not apparent to anyone but herself, Kaiya stood amongst them willingly. 

And all she could hope was that her footsteps would not fill with ash before she found her way back to a life she had never truly known.

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GUYS

I have been lucky enough to read some chapters of this fic and I cannot stress enough just how good it is. but if you want a gauge, I’ve never consumed ANY ATLA media and and still think about this fic all the time. Seriously. At least twice a day I find my brain wandering to it. Art is making something incredible here

[artficlly]

ohhhhh my darling pink thank you so so so so much!! I cannot say how much it has meant to me that you have been willing to put up with me constantly spamming you about this fic and taking the time to read it and give me feedback. You’ve 100% given me the confidence to actually commit to so many of the ideas I have!! And it really is so funny thay you’ve never watched atla yet are the first person to read this madness.

so much love to you, forever and always!

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nothing left but ash [teaser]

── avatar: the last airbender au

zuko x spy!fem oc six years after the death of avatar aang during sozin's comet, kaiya returns to the fire nation as a spy for the rebellion. after a mysterious, otherworldly sickness has wiped out most of the world’s women and children, surviving women have become little more than property—married off and valued only for their ability to reproduce. disguised as her former identity as the daughter of a respected war general, kaiya’s gender and status are enough to buy her a place within the palace walls. but after being abruptly married off to prince zuko, a man rumoured to be just as cruel as his father, her mission becomes unexpectedly complicated. the longer she spends trapped in his chambers and sharing his bed, learning the man hidden behind the monster, the lines between hatred and desire begin to blur.

── author's note

this fic is currently a wip - currently 30k words deep (predicting it'll be around 60-70k altogether). i'm planning to prewrite it all before posting! i just wanted to post a little teaser to get an idea of interest since i haven't written for atlab before or for x oc, since i'm usually an x reader girl. if you are interested, let me know! drop a like, a comment, a reblog or an ask! this fic is going to include smut and a lot of heavy themes (sa and noncon, war, misogyny, racism, violence and death, conversations around pregnancy and miscarriage), and parts of the plot were heavily inspired by the handmaid's tale it's going to be a pretty angsty beast, but there will be happy ending i promise. expect to see some wonderful tropes such as enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, slow burn and forced proximity.

There was a saying, older than the war, that Kaiya’s mother had once told her. 

It had been during the hush of night, five years after the death of the Avatar Aang during Sozin’s Comet, when the rebel base on Kyoshi Island finally fell to the Fire Nation. Kaiya remembered the sky most clearly. It had been infinite above them, stars blinking faintly while the moon painted silver across the waves and guided their dangerous journey to the Northern Water Tribe, where the scattered remains of the rebellion lay in wait.

The boat had rocked endlessly beneath them that night. Survivors huddled shoulder-to-shoulder along the hull beneath damp blankets, shivering and bracing whenever the sea spray hit. The silence had been broken only by muffled sobs, the occasional groan of the injured or the clatter of teeth. 

‘You walk a path, and behind you, the snow begins to fall.’ Her mother had murmured into the dark. Kaiya had finally looked at her then, after hours spent staring numbly at the sky overhead. ‘Not all at once, not enough to alarm. It gathers slowly in your footprints, softening the edges, filling the shape of where you have been.’

Moonlight had caught along the sharp edges of her mother’s profile, illuminating the old burn scars stretching across her hands, throat and arms—the patches of ruined flesh smudged with soot and blood. The boat had creaked beneath them as another wave struck the hull. ‘You don’t notice it happening step by step, not until there is suddenly no clear way back.’

The Elders always liked to say there had been signs. That the world had been warned of what was to come. Kaiya had heard them list them, one by one, as if naming them might mean something now, as if it could change anything that had happened. 

No one had thought much of it when Fire Lord Sozin first began seizing small territories in the Earth Kingdom over a century ago. No one had recognised it for what it was when tensions rose, colonies spread, and armies grew larger with each passing year. They had let the snow gather in their footsteps, and by the time anyone thought to turn around, the path back to peace and normality was already gone. Humanity had lost its way, lost in the blizzards of war and destruction, stumbling blindly in the hopes of finding what they had forgotten. 

Kaiya’s mother had been born into violence and died in it too, and all Kaiya ever secretly hoped was that she herself might escape the same fate.

But in the present, there was no time to dwell on the past, because despite the way her pulse thudded against her ribs, Kaiya knew that everything was going according to plan. 

It certainly didn’t feel like it. Not with her wrists bound in iron, the chains bruising and biting each time she shifted her weight. Not with a rough cloth bag pulled tight over her head, damp with her own breath.

But this was what the rebels had wanted. 

What she had agreed to. 

Kaiya had crossed back into Fire Nation territory willingly. 

The rebels had ferried her in beneath a moonless sky, the sea black and endless beneath the tiny boat. No lanterns had been permitted, not even a voice above a whisper. Only the rhythmic slap of water against the hull accompanied them as they slipped carefully past Fire Nation patrol routes and watchtowers. It had almost been laughably easy—then again, the patrols were watching for deserters fleeing eastward, not for rebels trying to get in. 

When they finally reached shore, her escorts had hesitated. Even in the dark, Kaiya had caught the uncertain glances they exchanged as she climbed from the boat alone, black sand sinking beneath her feet. No one had said it aloud, but she could feel the thought hanging between them all the same: 

What if they had just delivered her directly to her execution?

Kaiya had not allowed herself to think too long about it. 

By dawn, a patrol had found her sitting calmly at the shoreline. She hadn’t run, hadn’t fought back, hadn’t even resisted when they shackled her wrists. 

Why would she?

Everything was unfolding exactly as planned. 

A woman of fertile years, crossing the border alone and demanding an audience with the Fire Lord was either desperate or insane. Or both. The guards, foolish enough to underestimate her, never seemed to consider there might be another reason entirely. 

And so, eight hours later, Kaiya found herself exactly where she had intended to be.

Inside the palace of her enemy. 

Even blinded, she could hear the others lined beside her—criminals, deserters, rebel sympathisers waiting for Fire Lord Ozai to decide if their sentence was death or something far worse. Chains rattled softly whenever someone shifted. Somewhere nearby, someone whimpered quietly, while another tried and failed to suppress frightened sobs. 

Although it was not apparent to anyone but herself, Kaiya stood amongst them willingly. 

And all she could hope was that her footsteps would not fill with ash before she found her way back to a life she had never truly known.

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nothing left but ash [teaser]

── avatar: the last airbender au

zuko x spy!fem oc six years after the death of avatar aang during sozin's comet, kaiya returns to the fire nation as a spy for the rebellion. after a mysterious, otherworldly sickness has wiped out most of the world’s women and children, surviving women have become little more than property—married off and valued only for their ability to reproduce. disguised as her former identity as the daughter of a respected war general, kaiya’s gender and status are enough to buy her a place within the palace walls. but after being abruptly married off to prince zuko, a man rumoured to be just as cruel as his father, her mission becomes unexpectedly complicated. the longer she spends trapped in his chambers and sharing his bed, learning the man hidden behind the monster, the lines between hatred and desire begin to blur.

── author's note

this fic is currently a wip - currently 30k words deep (predicting it'll be around 60-70k altogether). i'm planning to prewrite it all before posting! i just wanted to post a little teaser to get an idea of interest since i haven't written for atlab before or for x oc, since i'm usually an x reader girl. if you are interested, let me know! drop a like, a comment, a reblog or an ask! this fic is going to include smut and a lot of heavy themes (sa and noncon, war, misogyny, racism, violence and death, conversations around pregnancy and miscarriage), and parts of the plot were heavily inspired by the handmaid's tale it's going to be a pretty angsty beast, but there will be happy ending i promise. expect to see some wonderful tropes such as enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, slow burn and forced proximity.

There was a saying, older than the war, that Kaiya’s mother had once told her. 

It had been during the hush of night, five years after the death of the Avatar Aang during Sozin’s Comet, when the rebel base on Kyoshi Island finally fell to the Fire Nation. Kaiya remembered the sky most clearly. It had been infinite above them, stars blinking faintly while the moon painted silver across the waves and guided their dangerous journey to the Northern Water Tribe, where the scattered remains of the rebellion lay in wait.

The boat had rocked endlessly beneath them that night. Survivors huddled shoulder-to-shoulder along the hull beneath damp blankets, shivering and bracing whenever the sea spray hit. The silence had been broken only by muffled sobs, the occasional groan of the injured or the clatter of teeth. 

‘You walk a path, and behind you, the snow begins to fall.’ Her mother had murmured into the dark. Kaiya had finally looked at her then, after hours spent staring numbly at the sky overhead. ‘Not all at once, not enough to alarm. It gathers slowly in your footprints, softening the edges, filling the shape of where you have been.’

Moonlight had caught along the sharp edges of her mother’s profile, illuminating the old burn scars stretching across her hands, throat and arms—the patches of ruined flesh smudged with soot and blood. The boat had creaked beneath them as another wave struck the hull. ‘You don’t notice it happening step by step, not until there is suddenly no clear way back.’

The Elders always liked to say there had been signs. That the world had been warned of what was to come. Kaiya had heard them list them, one by one, as if naming them might mean something now, as if it could change anything that had happened. 

No one had thought much of it when Fire Lord Sozin first began seizing small territories in the Earth Kingdom over a century ago. No one had recognised it for what it was when tensions rose, colonies spread, and armies grew larger with each passing year. They had let the snow gather in their footsteps, and by the time anyone thought to turn around, the path back to peace and normality was already gone. Humanity had lost its way, lost in the blizzards of war and destruction, stumbling blindly in the hopes of finding what they had forgotten. 

Kaiya’s mother had been born into violence and died in it too, and all Kaiya ever secretly hoped was that she herself might escape the same fate.

But in the present, there was no time to dwell on the past, because despite the way her pulse thudded against her ribs, Kaiya knew that everything was going according to plan. 

It certainly didn’t feel like it. Not with her wrists bound in iron, the chains bruising and biting each time she shifted her weight. Not with a rough cloth bag pulled tight over her head, damp with her own breath.

But this was what the rebels had wanted. 

What she had agreed to. 

Kaiya had crossed back into Fire Nation territory willingly. 

The rebels had ferried her in beneath a moonless sky, the sea black and endless beneath the tiny boat. No lanterns had been permitted, not even a voice above a whisper. Only the rhythmic slap of water against the hull accompanied them as they slipped carefully past Fire Nation patrol routes and watchtowers. It had almost been laughably easy—then again, the patrols were watching for deserters fleeing eastward, not for rebels trying to get in. 

When they finally reached shore, her escorts had hesitated. Even in the dark, Kaiya had caught the uncertain glances they exchanged as she climbed from the boat alone, black sand sinking beneath her feet. No one had said it aloud, but she could feel the thought hanging between them all the same: 

What if they had just delivered her directly to her execution?

Kaiya had not allowed herself to think too long about it. 

By dawn, a patrol had found her sitting calmly at the shoreline. She hadn’t run, hadn’t fought back, hadn’t even resisted when they shackled her wrists. 

Why would she?

Everything was unfolding exactly as planned. 

A woman of fertile years, crossing the border alone and demanding an audience with the Fire Lord was either desperate or insane. Or both. The guards, foolish enough to underestimate her, never seemed to consider there might be another reason entirely. 

And so, eight hours later, Kaiya found herself exactly where she had intended to be.

Inside the palace of her enemy. 

Even blinded, she could hear the others lined beside her—criminals, deserters, rebel sympathisers waiting for Fire Lord Ozai to decide if their sentence was death or something far worse. Chains rattled softly whenever someone shifted. Somewhere nearby, someone whimpered quietly, while another tried and failed to suppress frightened sobs. 

Although it was not apparent to anyone but herself, Kaiya stood amongst them willingly. 

And all she could hope was that her footsteps would not fill with ash before she found her way back to a life she had never truly known.

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so you're writing for toph beifong too right?

right, art?

heh, wouldn’t you like to know weather boy… 😏

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ATLA?? ZUKOOOOO??? *sat*

oh my goodness you noticed that??? haha, to be completely honest it was maybe going to be a little bit of a surprise… i may be 30k deep in a fic i’m dying to share with you all!!

if enough people are intrigued maybe i’ll spill the beans a little bit about this beast of a fic hehe…

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-ˋˏ ✄┈┈ welcome to the masterlist .ᐟ

Thank you so much to every single incredibly talented writer who signed up for this event. I’m endlessly grateful to all of you! This masterlist will be updated as works are posted, so be sure to check back. If you haven’t already, read the main post, which covers the rules and any questions. Please, please send all the writers involved lots of love, encouragement, and support. They all deserve to be celebrated. Happy reading!

╰┈➤ holoscene by @w1nter-fairy ˎˊ˗ ╰ shy!bucky x figure skater!reader

╰┈➤ crushed! by @lunexiax ˎˊ˗ ╰ bucky x f!reader

╰┈➤ out of the mud you rise by @its-in-the-woods ˎˊ˗ ╰ bucky x f!reader (series!)

╰┈➤ can't control my mind by @heldbybarnes ˎˊ˗ ╰ bucky x f!reader

╰┈➤ the chain by @herejustforbuckybarnes ˎˊ˗ ╰ 70s!bucky x f!reader

╰┈➤ keep the lambs away by @superbassbuck ˎˊ˗ ╰ lumberjack!bucky x fisher!reader

╰┈➤ beached! by @chateaubarnes ˎˊ˗ ╰ bucky x lifeguard!reader

[artficlly]

lady of the ghosts is the lost roman empire to me </3

HELLO omg… lady of the ghosts mentioned in the big ol year of 2026 🚬

maybe i’ll return and rewrite that series one day, it was kinda fire ngl. it had so much fun world building, esp around the city of faliene and the gods etc. i was going to do a whole arc where bucky becomes like a viking berserker during a war… so it would be like winter solider kinda vibes. this is so evil but i had this concept where he gets trapped in that state and doesn’t like eat/sleep for days and the only way to snap him out of it is to tire him out (through battle or fucking), so they keep having to get reader to come to the front lines to sort him out after big battles LMAO. but also highkey tires out the reader by proxy bc she has to keep up with him until he snaps out of it 😇

maybe if i don’t rewrite that series i’ll use that idea elsewhere bc that would be fire.

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if smog & spirits had a fanclub i would be president. with that, would there be a new chapter sometime in the future?

( literally adore witch! reader )

hi lovely,

tysm for reading!! yes I do have long term plans to finish it, I’m just in my era of burn out and trying to recover. I hope I will have something for you soon :)

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Genuinely, the price of passage is one of, if not the best thing I’ve read in a while. Oh my gosh it’s so catching, like are you kidding me 😭 There’s just so much hidden story in it, and Bucky is so incredibly interesting, and I LOVE how you wrote him!! Damn I am over here sitting with my jaw slack and completely in awe. Your story ideas seriously are amazing, I am baffled. The jungle setting is the cherry on top, love love love

hi lovely,

oh my gosh thank you so much!!

I honestly had so much fun plotting and worldbuilding for that series. Once I’m out of my writing marvel slump I’m hoping to bring you some more juicy content >:)

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Hello, I hope this isn’t taken as being pushy or anything, but are you still planning on finishing your Lessons in love making series? I think it’s so, so good and I would love to see how you wrap it up!

hi lovely,

yes I am! tysm for reading <3

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I hope and pray for the next part of lessons in lovemaking.

hello lovely

finally getting around to replying to some inboxes!

it’ll come eventually, I’m just experiencing a bit of burn out w marvel stuff rn but once I’m feeling more inspired I’ll get it wrapped up!

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PINKKKKKKKK MY BELOVED OH MY GODDDDDD

I’m gonna kiss u RAHHHH ilysm queen I’m so glad we met n became friends 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️ trauma bonded for life n graphics girlies sufferers!! thank u for putting up w my madness n always supporting me n my fuck ass fics <3333 and always reading my long ass message spams, you are truly the best n I love n appreciate u every day!!! mwah mwah mwah ilysm words cannot describe 🙏🙏❤️❤️

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sneak peek of something i’m working on…

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On a crisp autumn morning, approximately fifteen years and seven months after the end of the world, you realised you could no longer remember your parents' faces.  It hadn’t been a lingering revelation—you hadn’t ruminated on the subject in any capacity. It came to you without warning, a passing thought that surfaced as you drew back your arrow, lining up your shot on a rabbit a few paces away. The tips of your fingers were numb again, the cold settling deep into your bones in a way that told you winter drew close.  It wasn’t surprising. You had only been eight when they disappeared during the Halving. All your memories from before had taken on a warped quality over time, their edges fraying the more you tried to hold onto them. The harder you reached, the more they seemed to slip, until you began to wonder if you weren’t remembering the moments themselves at all, but rather the memory of memories. Details blurred and compressed until your mind filled in the gaps incorrectly, trying to reshape what had once been something real.  There was something bitter in it, you thought, something almost ironic, that people had once imagined the end of the world to be something far more action-packed and dramatic. War, disease, nuclear winter, aliens from above… anything but that realisation that when society did finally fall, it would be a slow and painful descent. The Halving had not ended the world, it just set the stage for what followed. Because the cold, hard truth was that humanity had destroyed itself all on its own.

[societyfolklore]

Can't wait to get dive into this feet first

[artficlly]

tysm society, you're the best!!! <3

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sneak peek of something i’m working on…

[artficlly]

On a crisp autumn morning, approximately fifteen years and seven months after the end of the world, you realised you could no longer remember your parents' faces.  It hadn’t been a lingering revelation—you hadn’t ruminated on the subject in any capacity. It came to you without warning, a passing thought that surfaced as you drew back your arrow, lining up your shot on a rabbit a few paces away. The tips of your fingers were numb again, the cold settling deep into your bones in a way that told you winter drew close.  It wasn’t surprising. You had only been eight when they disappeared during the Halving. All your memories from before had taken on a warped quality over time, their edges fraying the more you tried to hold onto them. The harder you reached, the more they seemed to slip, until you began to wonder if you weren’t remembering the moments themselves at all, but rather the memory of memories. Details blurred and compressed until your mind filled in the gaps incorrectly, trying to reshape what had once been something real.  There was something bitter in it, you thought, something almost ironic, that people had once imagined the end of the world to be something far more action-packed and dramatic. War, disease, nuclear winter, aliens from above… anything but that realisation that when society did finally fall, it would be a slow and painful descent. The Halving had not ended the world, it just set the stage for what followed. Because the cold, hard truth was that humanity had destroyed itself all on its own.

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Hi Art,

First, I just want to say that I LOVE LOVE LOVE your writing so much. Your world-building, prose, characterisation is just SO well done and it always floors me every time i re-read ur stories.

I wanted to ask how/where you get the inspo for your stories? I feel like even though the premise might be vaguely similar to tropes that may already be popular, you’re able to do it in such a new, engaging, and unique way that I never tire of, it’s insane.

Are you ever planning to update the last chapter of Lessons in Lovemaking? I am so in love with that story, I think I’ve read it 10 times over and I can’t wait to see how it ends for Bucky and Reader.

Anyway, sorry this is so long but I love you sm; thanks for reading my brain dump🫠

hello lovely, i always love reading brain dumps, dump away!! i love love love yapping so never be scared to ask away :)

firstly thank you sooo much!! i'm so happy to hear you enjoy my fics <333 AND ALSO REREAD THEM??? omg.

i do plan on finishing lessons in lovemaking! i've started writing it already, the only issue is that because of the content/angst i do need to be in a certain headspace when working on it. i actually end up getting really in my head and upset when working on that series. idk really know how else to explain it but yeah, that why they take so long to write because i have to do it bit by bit.

as for your question, i find inspo everywhere and in everything haha. a lot of my fics are tropes or combinations of tropes that i love and i want to put my own spin on them. but mostly a LOT of my fics are based on a scene or concept i have come up, and then i kinda of figure out a world or scenario where that would happen, if that makes sense?

for example, my series a dish served cold. i had this vision / idea for a scene that was SO CLEAR in my mind. i think i was rewatching westworld at the time? but basically i had this vision of a scene where the reader is on horseback, and has bucky tied up and he's forced to walk behind her or he'll get dragged and they're in the desert. i wanted to write that scene so bad that i began working on trying to understand how or why those characters are in that situation, and voila, a dish served cold was born.

a lot of the time when writing i go in completely blind, just with a vague concept of where i want to take the story. i do a LOT of editing so the fics you see when i post have been reworked several times.

but yeah, quick fire of some of my fics and what inspired them:

smog & spirits - peaky blinders and penny dreadful. bucky was heavily inspired by tommy and the reader by vanessa. For the world itself, I've said this before, but I love extreme environments. so i wanted that peaky blinders feeling but even more extreme with the slums being so choked by smoke and fog.

lessons in lovemaking - i've talked about this before so i won't go too into depth but i have my own headcanons about the widows and the red room. i had briefly touched this subject in a now unpublished fic series i wrote called the shadow, so LiL is like the successor to the shadow in a way... but yeah basically i was interest in exploring the red room a little more and how it could link into bucky's history.

wolves at the gate - i will finish this series one day i promise. i love vikings, and i wanted to do an arranged marriage, enemies to lovers type thing. This is also lowk inspired / a successor of a graphic novel I was writing years ago... if anyone ever wants to know about that lmk i even made art for it. it's an original story tho not fanfic.

price of passage - a combo of star wars and cowboy bebop, with a touch of inspiration from a VERY old the 100 fanfic plot i came up with over a decade ago now? Also, once again, extreme environments with the jungle. It's just so fun to put characters in extreme and mystical environments.

me & the devil - i have over 500 hours in red dead redemption, i think that speaks for itself. also, westworld! the scene where she digs the bullet out of tony was 100% inspired by a similar scene in westworld.

sweetpea - inspired by the legend of zelda: breath of the wild! and the festival was just something i came up with, i just liked the idea of a fertility festival and kind of combined it with some viking wedding beliefs with the whole living together for a year and then either staying together or splitting.

close quarters - the train setting and the letters were inspired by spencers story in 1923 (though, i will note i fucking HATE the second season and how the show ended.) the moth monsters were just something i came up with on the fly idk, i wanted a tangible threat and a reason why their world was like this / why reader needed a bodyguard. i have a feeling i was maybe playing until dawn at the time? So I think maybe there was a bit of influence from that leaking through as well... also the Oregon Trail type vibes hehe.

show me again - was playing around with the idea / concept of a reader who had the powers to create pleasure and what that would look like. also i love a good safe house trope.

letters of devotion - This is basically my love letter to dinner in america. i think about this movie all the time... and as a certified weird girl all i want is for a man to match my freak! i also think a lot of the reader's depression and almost apathy was inspired by my own mental health at the time.

bonus extras - unfinished plots i'm getting around to writing:

daughter of the rotsal - this fic is the successor to a fic series i wrote FOREVER ago called the naraki horselords. game of thrones inspired with a touch of the white queen/princess for the readers witchy stuff. this new version tho is very inspired by game of thrones, the last kingdom, the witcher and also the red room lore. also, once again, extreme environmental shit! world has been cast into a decades long winter after a volcanic explosion wiped out most of humanity.

i who have known death - inspired by the witcher, the mandolorian, and weirdly enough smosh vs zombies dread. the concept for this really was, hivemind zombies that can remember/recognise faces. i love masked characters, so having everyone wear masks just really spoke to me... and it's set in a freaky swamp. ugh. idk. i need to finish this, it's so good.