#artywrites

[artyblogs]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/28 Fandom: Carmen Sandiego (Cartoon 2019) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Julia "Jules" Argent/Carmen Sandiego | Black Sheep Characters: Carmen Sandiego | Black Sheep, Julia "Jules" Argent, Player (Carmen Sandiego 2019), Ivy (Carmen Sandiego), Zack (Carmen Sandiego), Shadowsan (Carmen Sandiego), Lady Dokuso (Carmen Sandiego), Paper Star (Carmen Sandiego), The Mechanic (Carmen Sandiego), The Driver (Carmen Sandiego), The Troll (Carmen Sandiego), Carlotta Valdez | Vera Cruz, Original Characters Additional Tags: Mars Dakila - Original Character, Blood, Major Character Injury, Torture, Alcohol, Recreational Drug Use, Season/Series 04 Spoilers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Lesbian Character, Nonbinary Character, Nightmares, Heist, Crime Fighting, Spies & Secret Agents, Requited Love, julethief, Carulia, Not Beta Read

Summary: Carmen tries her best to enjoy her retirement, but is dragged back into the fray when the remnants of VILE smash ACME to pieces. Julia joins the reformed Team Red, and she and Carmen must outsmart a mercenary hellbent on killing them both and endangering the people they love.

Or, a bunch of character studies loosely tied together with plot.

Updates once a week.

[artnerd1123]

Roo/snow >=3

first off: how dARE-second off: oh this’ll be fun :D

Roo was sitting by the door, watching as the staff slowly trickled back in for another day at work. It was still winter, which meant everything was cold. He shivered as yet another freezing blast of air followed the staff inside. He pulled his brown coat tighter. One arm of the coat seemed a little worn out, as he still felt the breeze on his elbow. He’d need to patch that up. Looking back up, he saw Allegro standing in the doorway. She was laughing about something. The fox shook her hat out, some snow scattering on the floor. There was more snow caked on her coat in odd circular patterns. He wondered briefly what that could be from. It looked like someone had been throwing snow at her. He shook his head, scampering over to her happily. “Hiya Allegro!” Roo said with a grin, “You ready for another day?” Allegro smiled down at him. She chuckled and was about to reply when something flew inside from the still open door. Allegro’s ears twitched, picking up the sound, and she automatically ducked to the side. Roo didn’t even realize it was coming.The white ball of snow hit him squarely in the chest with a dull ‘pff’ sound. He stumbled back, gasping, until the snowball started to melt. The gasps quickly turned into shrieks as he tried desperately to paw the snow off of him. Allegro yelped, dropping her purse in her haste to help the poor hue. “Roo, I’m so sorry!” she whimpered, quickly lifting him up and dashing towards Jernel’s office. He was still yelling, clawing at himself. The snow was melting in the heat of the theater. It was washing his paint away. It hurt. He was only faintly aware of Allegro’s yelps, of being moved…The world suddenly went dark. 

Roo awoke in Rory’s office. He was wrapped up in a blanket, and lying in a box. He sat up with a groan, wincing at the dull throbbing sensation in his chest. Looking down, he could see bandages wrapped around himself. “Wh…?”“Hey, take it easy bud.” Rory looked over at him from his desk. “Jernel says that snowball really messed up your paint. You’re gonna need a day or two to heal.”“Snowball…?” the cat shivered at the memory of the round white thing. “Yeah. The guy who threw it got quite the earful from Jernel,” Rory said with a grim chuckle. “I may or may not have had a few words with em too.”Roo chuckled weakly, but stopped with a wince. It hurt to laugh. He took a shaky breath, then snuggled back under his blanket. He needed another nap.

It took awhile for Roo to go anywhere near the door after that. Though he still loved watching the snow.  However, that snow had to be outside, and away from him. 

[artnerd1123]

SwordFish >:33333 Satly

hmm… salty fish? aiight :DI also stole busken for a bit, hope ya don’t mind ‘^^this half turned into fluff in the end whoops

Swordfish was sitting in the back of the cave. He’d messed up. Again. He’d let something slip, and Fangtooth was mad at him again. He didn’t understand why he was like this. Why couldn’t he just-There was the sound of claws clicking on stone. He growled, tail swishing in annoyance. What now?! “You moping again, Fish?” Swordfish bared his teeth, whipping around to face the sandwing who had entered. Busken was smiling nonchalantly, his curled tail swaying gently. “Shut up, camel face,” he snarled, “don’t you have other dragons to annoy?”“Nope,” Busken said brightly. “Just you.”Swordfish let out a frustrated growl, wings flaring in frustration. He took to pacing back and forth. “So what’s the complaint today?” Busken asked. The sandwing laid down in his sleeping spot on the cave floor. “Water too cold? Sun too hot? Girlfriend not cooperati-”“JUST SHUT UP!” Swordfish yelled. “SHUT. UP. YOU DON’T EVEN CARE, DO YOU?!” His gills fluttered angrily. “You only care about sand lizards and the next time you get to rub sand in my gills. So shut it.”There was a silence.“… It’s really that bad, huh?”“Shush. I don’t care.”“…”“I guess we match then.”“You really gotta get a hand on that temper.” Busken raised an eyebrow, but said nothing to defend himself. “That’s gonna be the death of you. That temper, and the fact that you’ve got fish for brains.”“Says the one who’s got camel dung in his head,” swordfish grumbled. He sighed. “… You wanna go grab a deer or something?”“I guess I can give you a bit of my time.”“Oh, like you’ve got anything better to do.”

[artemiswanderer]

Stories and tales which follow the lives of a small pack of young adult werewolves. Prompts,...

Hey everyone, I revamped and brought the frat pack back to life! They now have their own specific blog where I will post stories and other writings to, if anyone’s interested.

[artemiswanderer]

“Flower Cowboy” 

across the great southwest, massive herds of flowers are guided by cowboys, taken from the range to the cities where they’re transported to florists across the world. Sometimes these are mixed herds of flowers, other times they’re rarer varieties. Of course, the succulent blooms do the best in the dry, sometimes hostile, environment of the plains.

“Git those goddamn tumbleweed mutts outta the lilac herd!!”

Instead of brands, there’s color/marking types that ranchers use.

Show orchids in their fancy stalls/hothouses with special lights and everything.

The cowboys guarding the herds in the night against dangerous herbivores which would sneak in and whisk off with a plant.

IMAGINE THEM RIDING DEER INSTEAD OF HORSES WHY I DUNNO BUT I LIKE THAT IMAGE

Flower cowboy = plantboy??? blossomboy? bloomboy?? I like bloomboy I’m gonna call them that

Ten gallon hats fashioned out of giant leaves or fallen petals

Working with beekeepers to make sure the herd reproduces

Cattle rustlers (flower rustlers??) stealing seeds!!

Water plant based bloomboys!!! Migrating rivers with their lilies and lotuses

I want them to ride crocodiles because why the hell not.

I hope these flowers weigh a lot because imagine those poor bloomboys running around in a frenzy whenever a decent wind picks up “quick lasso that daffodil before it gets away!”

omg instead of bull riding...catci riding GOOD LUCK GUYS

Bloomboys sneezing nonstop during pollen season

THIS IDEA IS FASCINATING AND I LIKE IT AND YOU GUYS SHOULD TOTALLY ADD MORE IF YOU THINK OF SOME

[artemiswanderer]

Frat Pack Howl-oween Help!

Hey guys!

So I’m writing for the frat pack  - a group of teen/young adult werewolves - every day in October, which I’m calling “Howl-oween.”

But, I’d love some help with prompts! It’s only a couple of weeks in, and I’m already running low on ideas. If you have any ideas, suggestions, prompts, or even want to see certain characters interacting or ask them questions, shoot me a message! Basically, I’ll take anything.

Thanks for your support!

[artyofisheye]

Stupid poem my dad asked for: (called September, I know, pretty silly)

Further and more, the bear in the woods carries the squirrel and follows the crook.He creates a static in the bones and the bricksof the troublesome path that pathed past the sticks.The cliff of the martyr drowns out the sea where he's looked at the bear running in trees. So the martyr in quiet, crept down the hilland created a wind that shivered in thrill.The wind beckoned the townfolk to carry a quilt weaved with linen and leaves from the dirt. And hung in the window, it whipped in the wind and said to the townfolk, "It has happened again. The bear and the squirrel, the martyr and breeze have chased the static man who has dined with greed. No bag, no satchel nor purse could carry the Time that he's taken up first. He flows in the air and is felt in the chill and seen in the pale piles of certain cicada shells. So give a watch and ask for the Time as it's long since past the warm summer nights. You'll find that your days have shortened in flight like the geese to the South, September's in height.”

[artyofisheye]

notes: warning, very long

kinda like a huge dump of stuff ive written and have no idea what to do with

(from the past few months)

such a feeling of lonliness can boil there an uneasy turning in the darkest pitches of your gut past the pictures and memories and beyond the quiet anger and cold steel forged from your hands and violence and much like when the last raindrops have fallen theres a hole where somethings gone and its left to rot wide open in the fragile pits of you.

forget the fox and the bird that sings in violent dreams where you wash ashore you creeping fear and self-loathing you claim the land as your own where the pioneers set foot and cover the land with wool drive off the nature, drive off the pain forget the fox and the bird that sings.

I have done my friends no wrong, as I have none 

Nickel and Cotton, forgotten 

Don’t wait for me, Past the grey pastures or the silver mercury 

You’ve forgotten what it felt like The sun was shining so bright On the edge of the ocean Where we swam last summer, floating

If the user is in touch and I am going on the way I am going on the way to go back and I am going on the way I am going on the way to go back and I am going to have a good time to get the change to look at the end of the individual or entity to which it is a good time to get the chance to talk with him to his face I was just thinking that it would have been a while ago.

I envy the night Just as the day fades past like the wood washed away Downstream, and falls asleep To crashing radio waves and the chattering of leaves Peace, and peace will bring Seeming endless wayward dreams Beanstalks grown far too underground so the earth, how it shakes. So my limbs, how they tremble with envy.

Oh blackbirds gone and sons thin beneath the evergreens Eldorado and Hamilton, a familiar fight and tussels spent Don their quiet caps and bear their sturdy shoes for a battle between the two. Then, where bee and wolf alike lie, tumble past the fireflies. Another moment, underneath the lilies and rabbit paths, And as cedar trees and magnolie leaves stop with the sunlit streams Gone is the enemy, for good fun is the company. And such is August and Adventure Bathed in red and color sores, they became their own moon.

I’m getting real tired of walkin round the rain, and I’m getting tired of wanting to walk till im gone, just the same.