#snarky writes

[snarkyhetalian]

My contribution to the Summer of LawLu 2026.

Prompt: Bugs/Ice Cream

Bug pops

[snarky-badger]

Just a quick shout out to those sending me asks about if I'm still writing.

I wish I could say I was. I mean... I kind of am, in random fits that hit me when the weight of things is too heavy and I need an escape. My current situation is all hurt no comfort, so writing fluff helps a little, but honestly?

I'm just suffering. I hit burnout last year and since then I'm just... dying a little more every day. I don't know how much of myself I have left. The constant stress is making me physically sick, and I have no reprieve from it, or the ones who cause it.

I have some bits I wrote, but they're unfinished, and as much as I wish I had the time, or the energy to write more... I barely have enough energy to make it through the days.

I know a lot of you want more fic from me. I wish I could deliver. I really do. I don't have any real cohesive works. I have lots of Destiny Cayde-6 x Female Guardian stuff, but it's disjointed. It was meant to be a full fic, but I'm just bouncing around the timeline tbh. I had a newish idea for Ultron that I started but while I have most of the story in my head, the time I have to write is now spent trying to recover from the day in order to make it through the next one. I still love my Ultron x Jade fic, and I do have more ideas. I wanted to write something for the new Venom movie, but again, had the energy, energy went away, and I spiraled back into depression.

I'm sorry. I really am.

If you want me to post some stuff that I have, I can. But be aware that it's unfinished, and I don't know when it will BE finished. Maybe I could post the Cayde stuff as snapshots? Bounces through the timeline? Dunno.

What do you all think?

[snarkythewoecrow]

random snippet of my current buddie wip

It's meeting differently, mpreg, misunderstandings, all that jazz, oh, and Eddie totally knocked Buck up on a one-night stand. And because Buck is now on leave for that, Eddie has been hired at the 118 to cover for him. No one is aware of their connection, and Eddie isn't aware that this omega named Buck, whom everyone seems to love and is so protective of, is the guy he slept with a few months back.

tucking snippet behind the cut

The cashier left something to be desired in the customer service department, leaving Eddie to wonder if she was another of Buck’s fans.

Eddie still greeted her kindly as he leaned in to drop his armload onto the counter, having to use his stomach and arms to keep the chips and other items from tumbling off the edge.

And despite having one eye covered by a medical eye patch, the old woman still looked a bit accusatory as she sifted through the items, scanning them. Only occasionally did the corner of her mouth twitch, though when she picked up the hemorrhoid pads, she finally acknowledged him with more than an appraising look.

Her eyes drifted to the white bag from the pharmacy, where part of the omega’s name was visible.

He shifted to hide it.

She hummed, then pinned him with her one eye. “Who are you to him?”

“Him?” Eddie played dumb, just wanting to get this ordeal over with already.

She rolled her eye, stuffing things into a bag. “Buck saved us, you know—a few months back. He wasn’t even working, just happened to be here, funny enough, picking up a pregnancy test, when some guy tried robbing the place.”

“Shit,” he said, “I had no idea—was everyone okay?”

She motioned to her eye. “Well, maybe I might be old, but I was a bartender for thirty years, so I tried tackling him before I remembered that I’d gotten old—caught a thumb to the eye.” She laughed. “But Buck, he heard the scuffle and came flying up here, took the guy down, and Darcy from the pharmacy, you probably met her, pink hair, looks like a pixie at a funeral, well, she used some packing tape to tie him up while we waited for the cops.”

He cleared his throat, tapping his card to pay. “Um, that’s really something—and sounds like him, from what I’ve heard.”

She raised her brows, gaze flicking to the bags as Eddie collected them. “You haven’t met?

A slight shrug of his shoulder. “Can’t say I have—but he works, worked, at my station,” he said, then clarified. “I’m covering for him until this”—he jostled the bags—“is all… um, you know. Once he’s had the pup.”

“Huh,” she said, then brazenly sniffed the air, looking at him quizzically. “Are you going to see him now?”

“Uh, yeah?” Not sure why she was asking, but also not sure he wanted to know.

“I’m half-tempted not to let you go,” she said, seeming wary. “I might be old, but I’ve always had a great nose—you better be good to that boy. I won’t hesitate to lose another eye taking you down—just a little warning, one alpha to another.”

And crazy seemed to be in the water here—as protective was one thing, but this was getting weird.

So backing away, he went to his truck, punched in Buck’s address, and headed to his place.

[snarkmodeactivate]

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

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this is Fuck is Not a Number, based on an rp 

[snarkyowl]

Dark’s Candy Fiasco

Swap AU!

“Dark, do you really think this much candy is necessary? Human children can’t even access this building, much less come to us for trick-or-treating.” Bim lifts one of the many bags of candy from the giant box Dark has stored them in, one eyebrow raised as he looks to the smaller ego in question. Dark gives a wide but sheepish grin paired with a shrug as he meets Bim’s eyes. “I might be going to Mark’s on Halloween?” Bim jerks at that, dropping the bag of candy back into the bin as he steps around it to grab Dark by the shoulders.

“Dark, no-” “Bim, really it’ll be fun!” “Dark, Wilford will kill you. And Mark.” “He won’t! I’ll talk to him about it and everything!” “Dark it doesn’t work like that with him and you know it!” “Wilford won’t hurt anyone!” Dark snaps, aura flashing forward to shove Bim back a step. Bim doesn’t fight it, instead takes another few steps back to provide Dark with some breathing space. Dark sucks in a breath before smiling again, though it doesn’t reach his eyes this time.

“I’m going to go to Mark’s, Wilford can’t and won’t stop me. I’ll make sure Mark stays safe.” Dark’s voice is unnervingly cold and brings with it a certain kind of chill that leaves Bim almost afraid. The younger ego nods his head, sighing heavily as he looks back to the bin of candy. “Alright, Darkie. Whatever you say. But don’t you think you’ll need help carrying this?” “Well why else did you think I called you down here?”

Bim doesn’t admit it, but helping Dark pack a car with boxes of candy was the furthest thing from what he had in mind when Dark asked to see him.  Still, any moment with Dark is a good one, so he’ll cherish it.

[snarkyhetalian]

I wrote a thing!

Summary: Law starts a new job at The Sunny hospital to see what the rumors are about, and maybe help Cora. If he's lucky.

Snippet:

"Well well, this the new guy?" A man in black scrubs approached, hands behind his head and a smattering of freckles on his face. He then looked Law up and down and put his chin between his thumb and forefinger. "Not bad, not bad."

Law turned to look behind him, wondering if there was someone else from orientation standing there. It took him a few seconds to realize the man might have been talking about him, forgetting that that tended to happen nowadays. Still he pointed to himself with a questioning eyebrow, wanting to confirm.

The man scoffed, "Well duh. What, like you don't know?"

[snarkythewoecrow]

I don't want to promise, but there's a good chance you'll be seeing a new fic from me in the next 12 hours

I made huge progress on my accidental text post lawsuit fic

It's at about 4k rn and almost done

Very excited

But we'll see how things go motivation wise later

As wanting to write and actually doing it are creatures that rarely play nicely together

[snarkythewoecrow]

So, um, I've started my first book, and it feels pretty fucking great?

1.5m words of fanfic, and I'm finally at a place where I'm ready. Not that I'll ever stop writing fic, but I'm looking forward to this experience.