#*snailwriting

[writingwithsnails]

THE BAPTIST & THE SAINT.

“She’s getting to you, isn’t she?” “What?” Sibylla glances over at him. Years into their friendship and he’s still as hard to read as the day they met. His feelings stay stuffed under the floorboards, only making an appearance in the form of giddiness or rage. “The Deputy. You’ve been a total crankpot since she showed up in the valley.” Resting her elbow against the chair arm, she presses her knuckles below her bottom lip. “Such an astute observation.”

[writingwithsnailsarch]

CHEERFUL OBLIVION • intro • playlist • read on Ao3

a very fucked up far cry 5 fanfic featuring canon-typical violence and trigger warnings along with things like: dubious consent, someone gets a pencil to the neck, you-know-who has a blood kink, Boomer/John smackdown, one scene of self-harm, panic attacks all over the place, and Jacob encourages teenagers to kill people.

CHARACTER TAGS

ARDEN is #The Lamb. JOHN is #The Baptist. JOSEPH is #The Father. JACOB is #The Soldier. FAITH is #The Angel. SIBYLLA is #The Saint. DIMA is #The Strategist. TABITHA is #The Hunter.

RELATIONSHIP TAGS

JOHN x ARDEN is #The Baptist & the Lamb. JOHN x SIBYLLA is #The Baptist & the Saint. JOSEPH x ARDEN is #The Father & the Lamb.

RELATED TAGS

Absolute devotion corrupts absolutely. Violence begets shame and shame begets violence. Grief destroys and the body keeps score. Time is a circle - bending back upon itself. Bible verses.

[stardewsnail]

Could you do N on Shane’s SFW Alphabet ? I’d appreciate it :)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Before he stops drinking his nights are spent in the saloon and then stumbling home to sleep it off. After, he gets into scifi. He spends a lot of time reading and watching old Star Trek reruns. Something about imagining humanity as ultimately good with a better future is comforting.

[alltheyoungmoons]

Record Shopping

@wolfstarmicrofic | 997 words | Rated T | ATYD Timeline Compliant | CW mention of war (nothing major)

Unintentionally wrote this on a whim yesterday and realised it fit the last two July prompts "Missing Scene" and "Fluff". Wrote this to slot into the 1979/1980s chapters of ATYD and I reference a couple of things from this other incredible short fic by @snailwriter. Song referenced is this.

March 1980 started and ended with a full moon. Remus tried to see the irony of being welcomed into his twenties by a Blue Moon. If that wasn’t an omen of things to come… but then again, he had opted out of taking Divination. 

It had been a gruelling start to the year, but with the news of “Baby Prongs” on the way and the fact that Remus had been relegated to minor duties, he and Sirius had spent more time together without fighting than ever since the beginning of the war.

Remus’ birthday fell on a Monday, so Sirius insisted on going out to celebrate that Sunday, just the two of them. They ended up record shopping in Kensington, pressed shoulder to shoulder while sifting through crates of records in companionable silence. Sirius was often quiet these days.

 He was busy inspecting a copy of Pink Floyd’s The Wall when Sirius called out for him from the new releases section, waving a dark-covered record as to beckon him and grinning like a madman. He snaked his way across the displays, his eyes never leaving him, relishing in how alive he looked, a glint of the incandescent kid he’d once been illuminating his silvery irises.

“What do we have here” Remus mused when Sirius held the vinyl in front of his chest to show off the cover. It was a picture of the band - three men glancing directly at the camera with various expressions and a woman with a mane of ginger curls on her profile. Remus thought that they all sorta looked like they belonged in Slytherin, but didn’t mention it, as not to upset Sirius and as to pretend, even if just for a couple of hours, that they weren’t themselves, that they didn’t know anything about wars and dead relatives and they were just two normal, dumb twenty-somethings in love. Of course this all but lasted five seconds before Sirius, still grinning with his gaze fixed on Remus, flipped the record on the back and pointed to the fourth track with his slender index finger.

Remus had to read the short sentence three times.

“Are you fucking for real?”

“Moony, it’s perfect!”

Remus was stunned. He knew Muggles had some knowledge of magical creatures, from their shared heritage that they shrug off as “folk tales”, but he hadn’t lived between Muggles for so long that it was shocking to see such evidence in the wild, so to speak.

“You better like it because this is your birthday gift.”

“I already chose my three records, actually”

“Well lucky you I’m feeling generous, so I’m getting you a fourth. Even if they do kinda look like pretentious prats, don’t you think?”

“You’re one to talk” Remus scoffed

“Moony, don’t start calling me names now, or we won't be able to make it back to bed in time.”

Remus went to pick up the copy of The Wall he’d left behind, plus the latest single by Blondie and London Calling, which had come out a few months before. Sirius slipped him some cash and he paid, as the other boy was -still- not very acquainted with muggle currency.

They got home and had takeout from Huang’s, who was kind enough to gift them a couple of beers when he found out it was about to be Remus’ birthday. They sat in the living room, evening into night, listening to music, and as midnight quickly approached, Sirius put on the record he insisted on buying, with that stupid song. It wasn't bad, though a bit to rockabilly for Remus' taste. As the grandfather clock in Flat 7 chimed twelve times, the stereo started thumping a steady rhythm accompanied by strumming chords that sliced through the silence, immediately captivating. After a few riffs, a low voice started drawling out

I was a teenage werewolf Braces on my fangs I was a teenage werewolf And no one even said thanks And no one made me stop!

The two boys froze, exchanging a glance. It was Remus who broke first, melting into a fit of hysterics.

“It’s so stupid!”

“I know! It’s brilliant!” Sirius was wiping his eyes. How long had it been since they were happy tears?

I had a teen-land mind I had to blow my top And under teen full moon No one could make me stop! No one could make me stop!

Sirius slipped from the sofa to snuggle up to Remus, who had lain on the floor catching his breath. He kissed the tip of his nose, gently.

“Happy Birthday, Moons.”

A teenage werewolf Parallel bars A teenage girlfriend Got a lot of scars Somebody please make me stop Ohhh please…

“Would you have fancied me if I had braces on my fangs?” Remus mused jokingly.

Sirius answered with a gravity like his honour depended on it “What kind of- yes? I would’ve probably been gone even more. I like the nerd thing, if you haven’t noticed.”

You know, I have puberty rights And I have puberty wrongs No one understood me All my teeth were so long And no one made me stop!

“You can officially say you were a teenage werewolf, now”

“Yeah, and all I got was this lousy t-shirt”

Sirius slapped his arm.

“Oi!”

“What I mean is - we’re not teenagers anymore.”

“Haven’t you had a few months to adjust to the idea already?”

“Calling me old?”

“Never in a derogatory way, my love - I haven’t felt younger than sixty since I was thirteen.”

Sirius went quiet, clouding over. How much of their teenagehood had been lost to the war already? His brother would never live to see his twenties. Their futures, this new decade, were unfolding in front of them, ripe with potential and terrifying like the concrete mystery of a black hole. For now, though, Remus was content with lying on the carpet, his lover in his arms, listening to some weird Muggle band making light of his life’s curse.

[mistpodfics]

Reki's Totally Real Canadian Boyfriend written by JustGettingBy | @snailwriter

A Sk8 the Infinity Podfic read by mistbornhero for Sk821m & VoiceTeam filling the challenge They are Playing Our Song

In university, Reki's new friends just want the best for him. If only he'd drop the whole 'I have a boyfriend, he's just in Canada' thing. OR The five times Reki's classmates thought that he was lying and the one time they realized he wasn't.

Podfic Length: 33:13 minutes

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: The five times the neighbours wondered what was going on with flat nine + the one time the neighbour knew. OR What were the neighbours thinking during "All the Young Dudes"

Author: @snailwriter

Note from submitter: Ringing the dinner bell for any and all All the Young Dudes fans. This fic absolutely destroyed me in the best way possible, and personally a must read follow up to ATYD 

[flowerparrish]

[Podfic Link] | fic by @snailwriter | Length: 25.5 minutes

ATLA: Sokka/Zuko

Summary:

To commemorate the fourth anniversary of Ba Sing Se’s liberation and his reinstallation on the throne, King Kuei holds a peace summit with a ball to cap it all off. Toph needs Zuko to be her fake-date. Sokka misunderstands.

Podded for lattice_frames for ITPE!

[shujingartschool]

A scene from Honey, You’re Familiar by JustGettingBy ( @snailwriter )

“Zuko!” Sokka calls.

Once again, Zuko’s sinking to his knees in the prison, but for a different reason this time. He presses his hand to his temple and winces—there’s no wound, no cut, no lump. But his head aches all the same. Fireworks of pain explode in his mind.

The world swirls.

The fireworks become real—colour bursts across the sky. And Zuko is warm, but pleasantly so, not overheated and covered in sweat and stuck to his damp underclothes.

“This is beautiful,” a voice says. Zuko wants to turn, wants to look at the source of the voice but his head doesn’t obey.

And, as quickly as it started, the whole scene burns away, curling up in the smoke of Zuko’s mind until only darkness remains.

[rj-anderson]

Does self-editing slow you down as a writer? Of course it does! The question is whether that’s a bad thing. After all, some writing instructors talk as though editing yourself as you draft a story or novel is foolish, wasteful and ultimately self-defeating, a bad habit every writer should strive to break. “Give yourself permission to write crap!” they say. “Don’t look back, don’t second-guess anything, just get those words down as fast as you can or you’ll never finish your story. Write it badly now, so you can write it better later on!” As with most writing advice, there’s at least a few grains of truth here. IF you tend to get so caught up in polishing stuff you’ve already written that you can’t finish anything, that’s a problem. But if you’re the kind of writer who uses self-editing as a way to enhance your pleasure in telling the story, or to reconnect with the last section you wrote, or to give your subconscious time to figure out what comes next, then that effort isn’t necessarily wasted at all. Even if you end up cutting big chunks of the prose you so lovingly polished, it’s not a waste if the time you spent on word-wrangling was actually helping you feel more confident in the story so far, and enabling you make better decisions about the rest of it. In my experience, writers who draft quickly with no self-editing may be great at finishing what they start, but they’re not always going to end up where they need to be right away. They may well have to write two or three radically different drafts to get the basics of their story right, while #snailwriters who creep and grope their way through the first draft may end up with a pretty solid story at the end of it and find the revision process less strenuous for it. In the end, the best process for you as a writer is not the fastest one, but the one that you feel best about. If you don’t enjoy making your words pretty, don’t waste time doing it. But if like me you adore line-editing and feel unhappy about not being allowed to do it, give yourself permission to tweak words and sentence rhythms as you please. No process that results in a finished story is a bad one! https://www.instagram.com/p/CORM9FuLFEu/?igshid=iqpkgczwjeaq

[chaos-company]

Hey! Do you mind explaining the 20 questions prompt a little more? Like they’re just dying while they play?

hi! sorry this took kinda long to get to!

so from what i know from this month's moderator, she said that 20 questions was exactly what you said. maybe the characters are playing it to get the other person's mind off of them dying or something like that. sorry if that was confusing, but yeah it's exactly what you said!

have a good day/night!

[writingwithsnails]

DAY 07: present • pneumonia • "There's not much more we can do." Fandom: Orphan Black Summary: Cosima's lungs are getting worse and she gets a surprise visit from Evie in the hospital. Content Warning(s): hospitalization, mentions of blood and bodily fluids

Cosima couldn’t help staring at her phone. Her lifeline. Not much of a consolation considering how easy it’d be for one of the nurses to knock her out in two seconds flat. How many people knew she was here? Would more people knowing be beneficial? Or would it seal the deal, that she’d be found and wheeled out to the Neolution morgue? She pinched the bridge of her nose and reached for her phone. She slipped it beneath her pillow, it made little difference in the grand scheme of things but eased her mind, if only for a moment.

The first cough seized her chest and she doubled over, gasping for breath between each successive cough. Sharp pains echoed through her chest, the right side bore the brunt of the pain. By the end of this fit, she grabbed a nearby napkin and used it to catch the phlegm coming up. She groaned. The colors hadn’t changed, it had been yellow-green and streaked with blood for a few days now. The blood wouldn’t change.

The door to her room slid closed. She didn’t look up, no reason to look another nurse in the eye and get a pitiful look in return.

“How long have you been admitted?” The clicking heels continued toward her bed, she kept her head down.

“Three days.” Evie pulled up a nearby chair and sat down too close for comfort. “Why are you here?”

“I’m here to extend a lifeline.” Another cough, another glob of blood. Evie held out Cosima’s half-empty plastic cup. It was tempting to fling it back in her face. She took it without reaction, without a noise or the barest of 'thank you's.

“Stop pretending like you care.” Evie pursed her lips. The fluorescent light brought out the small ‘x’ shaped scar on her cheek. Her looks didn’t match her personality, she was blessed with high cheekbones, glossy hair, and a moral compass like a dumpster fire.

“You have a limited amount of time to accept my help before someone else makes the decision for you.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Threat, promise, only option.” Cosima’s bottled up cough came out and she leaned to the side, enough so that Evie’s hand, which rest on the edge of the bed, was caught in the downfall. Spit, sputum, and streaks of blood splattered her fingers and back of her palm. Her lips screwed up again. Not another muscle in her face moved. She shot out of her chair, grabbed a handful of tissues and scraped them across her tan skin, again and again.

“Sorry ‘bout that. Sometimes it pops out.”

“You know, when I first heard of you, I thought you might be the one I could talk sense to. Scientist to scientist. You would understand what we’re trying to achieve.” She threw the tissues down on the bed. “But you’re like the rest of them. Each one a piece of work.”

“I understand it, I don’t condone it. There’s a difference, Evie.”

“Don’t be stupid.”

“Don’t get sick.” Fury flashed through Evie’s brown eyes and with one last glare, she stormed out the door.

[writingwithsnailsarch]

30 Days, 30 Lines

Day 08 - fanfic freewrite.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw John hunch over with a hand to his throat. He slowly descended with his back against the wall until he was seated on the ground. Ragged breaths escaped the little ball in the corner. He pressed his forehead to his knees and he hid his face in the gap between his legs and chest. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I didn’t. I don’t want to die. I’m sorry, Father, I’ll be good. I’ll be good.

[stardewsnail]

Hey, could you do 1 and 3 for Abby? Thx <3

Stardew after Dark

Do they masturbate? (how/how often?) 

Abigail gets off most nights. It helps her relax and sleep, especially when the video games have wrecked her sleep schedule. She prefers to use her vibrator, but will also use the bath faucet. Nothing like a nice soak with a happy ending.

Any sex toys? 

Yes. Something small, inexpensive and easy to hide (think, a bullet vibrator). She still lives at home, after all. It’s in a locked box under the bed, and she keeps the key in her wallet. A little paranoid, but she hasn’t been caught yet.

[earlgreyinpajamas]

hey! i was wondering if you had any more fake relationship merthur fic recs? thanks :)

Till You Make It by JustGettingBy (@snailwriter)

The five times Arthur and Merlin pretended to be together and the one time they got together for real.

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i will not lie, my heart melted at the last bit

2. Let it Grow (Beard and Snow) by Mischel (@magicalmischel)

When Arthur insults Merlin in front of the entire school, Merlin curses him with the most ridiculous-looking moustache. The problem? He doesn't know how to get rid of it. Arthur now has to travel with Merlin back home for the holidays to find the answer in a spellbook, and unfortunately for him -- not only will this include meeting Merlin's mother, but he will also have to pretend to be Merlin's boyfriend.

Written for the Round Table Gift Exchange on the Merlin Fic Book Club server on Discord. Happy Holidays! ❄️⛄

+ ART

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fjsadfjsdakl so cuteeee

3. If It Stands Still Long Enough by arthur_pendragon

What had originally been a plan to get Arthur out of an unwanted marriage devolves into a tug of war between Arthur and his erstwhile intended, with Merlin as the rope.

Or, the one in which Merlin is the most tormented human being ever and Arthur wouldn't see sense if it danced naked in front of him.

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fashjalk one of my favourite fics by one of my favourite writers in the fandom

[zukka-fic-recs]

Zukka Fic Rec List - Established Relationship (Part 1)

Breaking The News by JustGettingBy / @snailwriter

Available on Ao3, Teen, Complete, Fluff, Humour / Humor

Wordcount: 5,958

The public become convinced that Zuko and Sokka are enemies and gossip abounds. Lovely fic, well-structured and I like the dialogue. Made me snort!

say you want passion by @dickpuncher420

Available on Ao3, Explicit, Complete, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Trans Zuko, Post-Canon

Wordcount: 7,202

Zuko and Sokka decide to forgo a party to spend some quality time in the bedroom! We all know that this creator is amazing, and that we're blessed to have their creations for this pairing, but I want to squeeze this fic in particular in my hands so tight that my knuckles hurt. This one might just make you sweat. ;)

Hugs Are Food for the Soul by RejectsCanon

Available on Ao3, Gen, Complete, Modern AU, Domestic, Fluff, Pet Names

Wordcount: 1,569

Sokka and Zuko snuggle and it is lovely. Reading this makes me feel like I'm getting a hug myself.

hands, knees, please, tangerine by leapordfringe / @chitsangenthusiast

Available on Ao3, Explicit, Complete, PWP, Post-Canon, Office Sex

Wordcount: 7,936

Very fun banter and hotnesssssss. Excellent writing and characterisation, love the dialogue, and made me smile! Also, introduced me to one of my new favourite songs!

Take My Hand, Take Tonight by CSHFic and VSFic

Available on Ao3, Teen, Complete, Post-War, Fire Nation, H/C, Chronic Pain, Medicinal Drug Use, Ambassador Sokka, H/C

Wordcount: 6,519

Zukka and Sokka share their cultures. I adore everything these authors have written, and this is no exception. For this fic in particular, I love the depth the authors create in this fic, both in the relationships and the world-building.

Put Away Wet by Haicrescendo / @sword-and-stars

Available on Ao3, Complete, Explicit, PWP, Post-Canon, Praise Kink, Blow Jobs, Rimming

Wordcount: 3,173

Haicrescendo's titles have a way of making me choke before I even start reading lmao. I'm sure everyone has already read at least a few works from this author, they are widely loved (as they should be), but I would still like to rec them because their work is great and they deserve it! This fic is hot as heck, and also very sweet, which the author balances skilfully (all things in harmony haha) - best of both worlds!

free ourselves of all we learned by inbetweenthestacks

Available on Ao3, Mature, Complete, Secret Relationship, Jealousy, Post-Canon, Ambassador Sokka,

Wordcount: 3,757

Zuko gets jealous at a soirée. ;) Steamy and feelsy.

Golden by alligator_writes / @alligator-writes

Available on Ao3, Teen, Complete, Sokka Finds Out About Zuko's Scar, Sokka Has ADHD, Impled/Referenced Child Abuse, H/C, Modern AU

Wordcount: 2,786

Sokka does Zuko's makeup. Y'all, this one is so heart-warming and I love the writing and the way the author laid out the scenes.

Hands by @kalira

Available on Ao3, Complete, Teen, Alcohol / Drinking, Humour / Humor

Wordcount: 1,685

The GAang are drinking. Suuuch a cute fic, and gave me a good little chuckle haha.

the urge to love you is stronger by thatwasanticlimactic / @that-was-anticlimactic

Available on Ao3, Gen, Complete, Sokka Has Tourette's and ADHD, Preminatory Urge, Post-Canon, Fire Lord Zuko, H/C

Wordcount: 3,113

Sokka has a preminatory urge (a symptom of Tourette's) during a council meeting. Very sweet, lovely h/c. Love this author's work.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: An unexpected offer to buy the Kent farm sends Clark on a collision course right into his soulmate. The only hitch in the plan is that while Clark has his soulmate's words, his soulmate doesn't have Clark's.

Author: @snailwriter

Note from submitter: Fun soulmate and identity shenanigans fic!