#meg writes

[scala-ask-caelum]

For all of the underclassmen, who do you think is the coolest upperclassman? (I think I already know Baldr's answer)

Today the discussion turned toward the upperclassmen. Everyone disclosed who they like the most. Eraqus and Vor think Vidar is cool, while Urd looks up to Sigrun as an inspiration. Hermod likes Vali, and Baldr said Hoder was his favorite. She is his sister, after all. When asked, I didn’t have an answer. Neither did Bragi, but he seems to be a bit of an outsider to the group, so it makes sense. That brought me a little comfort. Despite being here for almost a year, I feel like I don’t truly know anyone, especially the upperclassmen. I’m amicable with my classmates, but not really friends with any of them besides Eraqus. There’s something about Baldr that interests me, though. He seems to have the same heart-sense ability as me, but I have no idea how to approach him about it. What would I even say, “hey, can you see into people’s hearts as well”? Better to let him bring it up, if he so desires. Although, if we are as similar as I suspect, him being forthcoming about his condition is highly unlikely. Maybe I’ll just slip him a note or something.

#answered #Meg Arts #Meg Writes #sabermoonlight1616 #The Class #Xehanort #Eraqus #Bragi #Baldr #Hermod #Urd #Vor #(gee Odin how come you get to have TWO awkward magical empaths in your class?)

[recusant-s-sigil]

Braig teaching Xehanort how to play Clair de Lune while they’re apprentices. A piano somewhere in the Castle That Never Was for anyone to practice on if they so wish. Xemnas playing it on a slow night while the rest of the Organization are in the Grey Area. The warm yellow light of Kingdom Hearts illuminates the room. Gently drifting notes, a muffled melodic feast almost causing Xigbar to choke with sobs in his room when he hears the telltale opening, his chest tightening as his heart shudders. “He remembered,” he whispers.

#Moon Speaks #should I consider this writing? #Meg Writes #Braig #Xehanort #No. I #No. II #Xemnas #Xigbar #Xehabraig #xigxem

[wolffallsintodanmeihell]

// corpse au

so because I can't be normal and have to overthink logic i asked a friend (@arcturusmsc) what they thought if whether if say danny pulled his corpse's organs out through intangibility (its corpse au) but then go tangible part way through would they either cut at the source or make a hole in the bod.

while i just had him rip his stomach open instead in the end they deadass got a physicist friend to answer this so here y'all go if y'all need writing tips for intangible stuff 😭😭😭

#danny phantom #x-men too i guess??? #wolf writes #meg writes #i do too much for my fics 😭😭😭😭😭 #corpse au

[thesmallmeggles]

It is WIP Wednesday, my dudes

Hi, I wanted to join in on this. I had an idea for a post canon interaction between Macaron and Zanzo.

I placed the bit I've written so far below the cut ('Tis a little clunky but that's why it's a WIP) 👇

Macaron approached Zanzo’s workstation, where its owner sat, head resting on the desk. Most of his natural black hair had grown back in, leaving green tips. Scrawled notes and diagrams littered the desk. (Mac never knew Zanzo to be organized, but the level of disarray stood out.) Zanzo had left a modeling program open on his computer monitor, displayed an untextured model of a robot. Though on closer inspection, it didn't resemble any Vandelay Technologies product. Zanzo had crafted an illusion of passing out from work related exhaustion.

Seeing the former head of Research and Development humbled had brought catharsis— well deserved payback for years of abuse dealt to Macaron’s beloved department. But now, Mac couldn’t help feeling concern for his former enemy. Macaron addressed Zanzo by name, and when he didn’t respond, tapped him on the shoulder. 

Zanzo jolted upright, scrambling to turn up the volume of his aural implants. “Mr. Macaron! Are you here to tell me how good of a worker drone I’m being?” Zanzo smiled broadly, though it didn’t reach his eyes.

"Well, no," Macaron replied. "Not that you haven’t been performing well these past months.” Not entirely a lie. Zanzo had complied with his new position, even to a suspicious degree. Macaron pulled up a nearby stool and perched on it. “I actually wanted to ask you about the BRU-T4L, if you have a moment to talk."

A brief spark lit up in Zanzo's eyes as he straightened his posture. "By all means, ask away."

"Why does the BRU-T4L have a 'baby rocking' feature? It stands out compared to everything else."

"Why not?" Zanzo then waved dismissively. "So maybe a self indulgent thought slipped through the pipeline during my drafting. And maybe, I neglected to remove the resulting feature. It doesn't carry as much weight as you think it does."

"You like being rocked?" The image of Zanzo cradled in the long, flexible arms of a BRU-T4L popped into Macaron's mind. Odd and, as Chai would say, mildly cursed.

Zanzo's jaw dropped. "I- not necessarily."

#hi fi rush #hfr #hfr macaron #hfr zanzo #hi fi rush macaron #hi-fi rush zanzo #fanfic #wip wednesday #meg writes #post canon #hi fi rush zanzo #zanzo #added more tags for visibility #kind of #edited #because I forgot a very important part

[discordsmuse]

What’s your story on becoming a Hector fangirl? I just recently rewatched the movies and I fell in love with him. Haha

So, I've always had a thing for pirates since I was a little kid. I saw pirates when I was young, and got super into Renaissance faires and joined a pirate crew there. Then, as one does, I re-watced the movies. When the 4th and 5th movies came out I admittedly didn't enjoy them much so I clung onto the older ones.

For some reason, Geoffrey Rush's portrayal of Barbossa just ticked every box. I like the way he fights, the way he speaks, the dry wit he uses on people; its just so perfect in terms of what pirates are like in my head. I can wax poetic about how the original POTC trilogy is the best pirate media ever created in fiction, but no one needs to read that.

Also, there's a running gag that if my friends and I see a movie, Meg is gonna fall in old with the weird old guy. It's a canon event, we cannot interfere. In exsmple: Imhotep from the Mummy, Barbossa, Remus Lupin and Snape from HP, Hades in Percy Jackson, Riddick and a million others too embarrassing to admit.

I've always enjoyed characters that have complex morals and are written to be the bad guy or antihero. Plus, he's just fun to write. I'm glad you're joining out little Fandom for him, welcome to the club!

#anon #anon ask #meg writes #author #pirates of the carribean #hector barbossa #barbossa

[the-royalscientists]

Grillby’s bar was empty as Gaster peeked his head in. The fire elemental finished cleaning a glass and beckoned him in. He looked the skeleton over.

“That suit.”

“WHAT ABOUT IT?” Gaster asked, the summoned Hands moving almost reflexively as his attached hands tugged at the sequin-covered amethyst vest under his jet-black coat. More summoned Hands took the coat and hung it up on the rack near the jukebox.

“Is that your only suit.”

“WE HAVE BEEN OVER THIS,” Gaster chided. His elbows stung as he rested them on the table. The barstool creaked with his weight. “OF COURSE THIS IS MY ONLY SUIT. THE ONLY ONE THAT FITS YOUR RIDICULOUS PARTY DRESS CODE, ANYWAYS.”

Grillby’s flames crackled with giggles, the embers plinking on Gaster’s skull.

“The rest are supposed to arrive at any moment,” Grillby asked when his laughter subsided.

“YES,” Gaster answered. “I BELIEVE I WOULD LIKE TO ORDER NOW.”

“Pick your poison.” Grillby took down various bottles, each labeled with their contents. “I can read them to you, if you’d like,” Grillby offered once he noticed Gaster’s good eyesocket squinting.

“NO, NO, I CAN READ IT,” Gaster said, waving him off with one of the summoned Hands. “THE TEXT IS JUST... REALLY TINY, THAT IS ALL.”

Grillby tilted his head in an eye-rolling way and started listing off the drinks.

“I THINK I WILL TAKE A GIN AND TONIC, ON ‘THE ROCKS’,” Gaster said eventually, air quotes included. Grillby nodded and began preparing his drink.

Sans and Papyrus walked in, carrying gifts of various sizes, Papyrus with his hands and Sans with his blue magic. “so, here’s where the party’s at, fireman?” Sans said as he set down the gifts on one of the booth tables, sitting down next to his dad.

Grillby nodded again and handed Gaster his miraculously cold drink. He watched as Papyrus threw his stack of gifts down to drag a shivering Alphys through the doors. Her bundle of coats somehow had snow on them, despite there being no way it could have fallen on her. Undyne followed close behind.

“WHO’S READY TO PARTY?” Papyrus and Undyne shouted in unison, whooping in excitement.

Gaster ignored them and sipped his drink. The acidic flavor would’ve made him scrunch up his nose if he had one. Hopefully, the alcoholic content wouldn’t make him too tipsy.

“So, what’re your resolutions,” Grillby asked. The skeleton took another sip.

“FOR NEXT YEAR?” Huh. It might’ve just been the drink, but he couldn’t really think of anything.

“WELL,” he began, “I WANT TO WORK MORE ON THE CORE. THERE ARE STILL SOME FINISHING TOUCHES I NEED TO ADD.”

“And...” Grillby encouraged.

“AND... I WISH TO ASK ASGORE IF I CAN EXPERIMENT WITH THE HUMAN SOULS. I THINK THEY CAN PROVIDE ME WITH INFORMATION ABOUT HOW HUMANS ARE SO...”

He held a palm to his forehead; he was starting to get a headache.

“Resilient,” Grillby offered.

“YEAH. THAT WAS THE WORD I WAS LOOKING FOR.”

“Well, consider one of your resolutions checked off,” said a gruff voice behind him. He turned to see Asgore sidestepping into the bar, the hem of his robes wet with melted snow.

“I’ve decided to greenlight Project SOUL.”

Gaster only stared at him. “THANK YOU,” he signed.

“Of course,” was Asgore’s simple reply.

<<NEXT>>

<<PREVIOUS>>

<<FIRST>>

#Meg Writes #cw alcohol #Dr. Gaster #Grillby #Dr. Alphys #Dr. Sans #Papyrus #Undyne #Asgore #Holiday Special #chrono tag #and Yes this IS part of the story thank you very much// #Three of Them!AU

[mccall-scott]

“Dating is supposed to be fun. Easy.”

There might be a million fish in the sea, but Eddie’s not a fish and they all swim circles around him as he treds water. Kicking, kicking, kicking to keep himself afloat in a body of water he never asked to be, doesn’t want to be, but there’s nowhere else to go.

“It’s not supposed to be like this.”

Eddie is tired of being lonely, and decides to finally do something about it.

#meg writes #buddie fic #i like this i hate this i like this i hate this #punts this fic like a kickball and runs the opposite direction #turns around and runs after it because it’s also my baby #i wrote this when i should’ve been studying for finals

[moonknightproductions]

Chapters: 3/30 Fandom: Mario & Luigi RPG (Video Games), ナイツ | NiGHTS (Sonic Team Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Mario (Nintendo), Luigi (Nintendo), Starlow (Mario & Luigi RPG), Yumeppu | Dreambert, Prince Dreambert (Mario & Luigi RPG), Akkumu | Antasma, Reala (NiGHTS), NiGHTS (NiGHTS), Owl (NiGHTS), Wizeman (NiGHTS), Koopa | Bowser Additional Tags: There's more but I won't add them until I get to them in the fic, NiGHTS uses they/them, Reala also uses they/them, Starts out with canon text, Starlow uses she/they/it Summary:

When a corrupted Dream Portal sends them to a different dimension, the Mario Bros. are separated and encounter the strange inhabitants of this world. With the help of NiGHTS, a friendly, fun-loving sprite who gives kids the confidence to face their problems in the real world, can Luigi save his brother and find them all a way back home?

#More of this #posting it at balls o'clock because of life shit #Meg Writes #M&L Dream Team #NiGHTS Journey of Dreams

[dusty-metaphors]

the best part of being a writer is deciding that it actually is a word. i dont care what the dictionary says if i say it's a word then its a motherfucking word

#meg writes #shut up meg #writingblr

[feyhunter78]

Aftercare

Artist cred: Lxstari_

Description: A soft moment with Nerd!Miguel. Nerd!Miguel masterlist

You look beautiful. He always thinks that, but especially now as you fit yourself into his side, watching as he flips through Netflix for something to watch.

It wasn’t like this before, with Ava she would leave when it was done, put her clothes back on without sparing him a second look. But not you, you stayed, slipped his t-shirt on, climbed back into bed with him, clinging to him like a teddy bear.

“Do you want any more water?” Miguel asks, turning his head to you.

You shake your head then rest it on his chest. “No, I just want to stay right here for a bit.”

He’s pretty sure you can hear his heart pounding against his chest, his face burns, and he wants to melt into the mattress, his affection for you overflowing. “Yeah, no problem, you know you can stay as long as you like.”

You hum in response and place your hand on his chest, right over his heart.

“How about this movie? I’ve heard it’s good.” He suggests, trying to calm his frantic heartbeat.

“Whatever you think is best, I trust you.” You say sleepily, curling further into him.

I trust you. Is he dead? Is this heaven?

He clicks the movie and settles in, pulling a blanket up from the end of the bed and draping it over the both of you.

You and Miguel chat back and forth for a while pointing out inaccuracies in the movies, laughing at the jokes, cringing at the cheesy acting then fall silent, absorbed in the movie playing on the screen mounted to the wall.

Miguel gently trails his fingers up and down your back, the TV casting a soft glow across the floor, rain tapping against the window, the fuzzy blanket arranged haphazardly, your head still resting on his chest, flooding his senses with the scent of your perfume.

“As if you could splice DNA that quickly.” He snorts, eyes still locked on the screen.

When you don’t respond, he glances down. Your eyes are closed, your face half-buried in his sweatshirt, your fingers gently curled around the fabric keeping hold of him, your breathing soft and even.

Miguel smiles, warmth flooding through him, his heart skipping a beat as he takes in the sight. He never thought he would be here, with you, the pretty popular girl from his lab, the one every guy wanted, every guy fantasied about. But here you are, in his room, wearing his t-shirt, curled up and sound asleep on his chest.

How did he get this lucky? You could have anyone you wanted, he’s seen the way guys on campus look at you, but you never seem to notice. You say it’s because you’re always looking at him, and maybe you’re right. It’s intoxicating, the way you look at him. All pretty and perfect, looking up at him through your lashes, a smile toying at your lips. Or when you’re concerned, the emotion brimming in your eyes, the way you latch onto him, cling to him.

He bites the inside of his cheek as images from earlier make their way center stage. The feeling of your nails digging into his skin, the warmth of your walls desperately trying to coax him deeper, the hunger in your eyes as they met his. Of course, you’re tired, he did everything he could to pull climax after climax from you until you begged him to stop.

He pushes the memories away, wanting to soak in this peaceful moment. The sound of your breathing, the way you sigh softly and bury more of your face in his chest.

You’re so beautiful, so perfect, he wants to freeze time, wants to never let you go, wants to live in this moment forever.

An explosion lights up the TV screen, the sound rousing you from your slumber, and you lift your head blinking at him blearily. “What’s going on?”

He brushes his lips across your forehead, already missing the comforting weight of your body resting on his. “It’s just the movie, I can turn it down.”

“Oh no, the movie, Miguel, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” You tell him, smoothing your hair down with your fingers, now wide awake.

Miguel shakes his head, his voice dipping low. “Don’t worry about it, you obviously needed the sleep.” A catlike smile spread across his face at your flustered expression.

You smack his shoulder playfully. “Perv.”

“You like it.” He teases, slipping his hands under your bare thighs and pulling you closer.

You yelp at the sudden movement, but soon relax into him, tracing his facial features with the tip of your finger. “I guess I do.”

He marvels at you, at the beauty of you. Even with smudged makeup, and your hair a bit tangled, you’re still breathtaking.

“What?” You ask, smiling down at him, radiant as the sun.

“You’re just so…beautiful.”

“Miguel.” You drag out his name, smiling embarrassedly, turning your face from his.

“Y/N.” He mimics, turning your face back towards his, and kissing you.

You melt into him, like you always do, as if he’s the only one who knows how to kiss you, the only one who should ever kiss you.

“You’re really handsome, you know? Insanely so.” You say between kisses, wanting to return his compliment, unable to just accept his praise.

“Oh really?” He asks. He can feel himself blushing, so he presses his lips to the corner of your lips.

You nod the best you can, eyes fluttering shut when Miguel’s lips drift lower, tilting your head instinctually, allowing him more access to your already marked skin. “Yeah, it’s not fair.”

“Dulzura, dulzura, dulzura, have you not heard the saying all is fair in love and war?” He presses the words into your skin, preening at the sight of his earlier marks. Later you’ll chide him for leaving such obvious hickeys, but right now he knows you don’t care.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, just kiss me.” You say, cupping his cheek and bringing his lips back to yours.

He does so happily, humming against you, endorphins and dopamine blooming, traveling across his synapses with unparalleled speed. “As you wish.”

TL: @bat-bae, @nyctophilic0vitnir, @smokeywhalee, @obi-mom-kenobi, @prowlingforfood, @penggion, @crystal-crax, @oharasfilipinawife, @generalkenobitrash, @melsimps, @chrishy973, @farrowroyale, @palesatan, @scaryplanetdestroyer, @denzmallows, @36namey, @scoobysnakz, @ihateuguys, @idkbros-world @smartyren, @deputy-videogamer, @blackrose8425, @amberpanda99, @marshhbs, @queerponcho, @chooalvina

#meg's writing #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #college!miguel #college au #college!reader #sorority!reader #nerd!miguel #nerd!miguel o'hara #nerd miguel

[scala-ask-caelum]

Xehanort sat in the window nook, leaning against the partial wall surrounding the glass. The curtain tickled his shoulder as the slight breeze ruffled it. In front of him lay that same old game board, black and white checkered spaces crisscrossing almost mesmerizingly, pieces strewn about in a methodical placement of his design to contest with his friend’s. His play had barely gotten him out of check; Eraqus is serious today, he mused.

His friend sat across from him on the other side of the board, one of his legs dangling while the other was bent in a half crisscross. Xehanort moved himself into a similar but mirrored position, with his left mimicking Eraqus’s right. He became conscious of his left hand’s movements, fingers curling and uncurling slightly in thought.

Eraqus’s next play put him back in check. Xehanort calmly slid out of it. The pieces’ movements and position relative to each other hardly kept his attention nowadays.

Instead, there was a question on his mind. Their most recent class had an air of urgency to it, like the subject matter was of the utmost importance. Therefore, the tabletop discussion among the rest of the class consisted mostly of the lesson. But another matter pressed on Xehanort’s mind, one he wished to discuss with Eraqus alone.

Now he finally had the chance.

“Have you heard of the ancient Keyblade War?”

#not an ask #Meg Writes #Xehanort #Eraqus #(Little timeline indicator: this canonically takes place about a year before Dark Road!)

[recusant-s-sigil]

New chapter! Vanitas considers his role in all this.

Summary:

Starting now, the action picks up! The real meat of it! And by "it" I mean Vanitas being contemplative and annoyed about everything.

Notes:

The following chapters are in a similar format to Roxas's diary, where Vanitas puts down his thoughts. More of a character exploration than a narrative, though some entries are connected.

I can’t sleep. It’s not that I’m uncomfortable. The room I picked out was perfectly furnished, courtesy of the three others who live here. I barely remember their names half the time, so might as well write them down. They say writing helps to strengthen one’s memory. Their names are Terra, Aqua, and Ventus, but he prefers to be called Ven. Guess I should only use his full name for teasing him if I want them to trust me. Aqua certainly didn’t when she first saw me walk out of the portal.

She’d asked why I was here and Ven explained that he found me sitting alone in the Realm of Darkness. I stared at the ground through my helmet, glad that she couldn’t see my unfocused eyes.

I was in a daze those first few days. The abundance of light kinda shocked my system. I had to sit in a dark closet for a couple hours during the brightest part of that. The helmet helped a little, and I refused to take it off for anything. Eventually, I decided to try taking it off for little bits at a time on my own. When I was alone, I’d remove it and let the light wash over me. It helped me build up a tolerance, but I still feel like I can’t take it off for more than a few hours at a time.

Despite this supposedly being a neutral ground of sorts, it’s more biased toward light. Makes sense. For years Keyblade wielders of light protected this land from darkness, and from those like me who were born of it. Now I’m living here, balancing it out a little.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fully take my helmet off. The light will always bother me, like an itchy bug bite. But I’ll adapt. Always have and always will.

That’s the thing about darkness. It’ll never be fully extinguished. No matter how much some want to believe it can be erased, it’ll always be here. I’ll always be here, in the shadows.

Hopefully writing all this will help get some weight off my chest.

#Moon Speaks #Meg Writes #Re:Formed AU #Vanitas #Wayfinder Trio #Terra #Aqua #Ven #yay more of this!

[wolffallsintodanmeihell]

// corpse au , dead dove do not eat , gore

Everytime Danny transforms, he must consume part of his corpse to return back.

Hey guys! Finished up the first chapter of my corpse au fic! Plan for ot to be three chapters, hope you guys enjoy! Though please read the tags.

#danny phantom #wolf writes #meg writes #corpse au #no one knows au #tw // gore #dddne #dead dove do not eat #darkfic

[thesmallmeggles]

This is a brief exploration of "Zanzo tests SPECTRA on himself". Maybe canon compliant, maybe not.

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"SPECTRA is designed to work on humans. Last I checked, I'm the only one with a brain in this room!" Zanzo drops into the office chair. He opens a panel on the underside of his bicep, exposing both a USB port and the rechargeable battery housed within. "Hook me up."

The PGR-101 on standby raises a hand. "Are you sure about this?"

Their boss rolls his eyes. "What kind of follower would I be if I weren't willing to sacrifice myself for the cause?"

The PGR-101 opens their mouth only to close it again. Pointing out that Zanzo tends to put his employees on the chopping block before himself is unnecessary at this moment. "Of course, sir." The plug clicks in the port, its attached wire snaking back towards the terminal.

"TODAY, please."

With the hit of the enter key, Zanzo's body slumps forward. Then he straightens up with a jolt, seeming alert apart from dull, unfocused eyes. "I am a proud member of the Vandelay family," he recites in monotone. "The labor I provide for this company is invaluable." Zanzo rises to his feet. With near mechanical motion, he widens his stance. One hand on rests on his hip and the other on the side of his head. He speaks again. "I don't see what you're upset about. This is how we progress. Human experimentation is a necessary step. I would think a scientist should understand..."

Click, program complete. Zanzo goes limp, collapsing into the chair. If PGR-101 had skin, it'd be crawling. "Boss?"

"It works," Zanzo says flatly. He repeats the phrase with a slow nod. Chilling compared to his usual excitement regarding projects. He yanks out the plug, shuddering as it clatters against the laminate floor. "Get out. I need to write an email." Zanzo dismisses the PGR-101 with a flourish of his wrist. Back to himself, like nothing happened.

Zanzo wheels over to the monitor, pulling up the email to draft a message for Kale Vandelay. So I finished testing SPECTRA and it works exactly as it should, Zanzo typed. Ready to move into the next phase whenever you are.

Press send. Wait. Zanzo shivers in his seat. This AI changes everything. The ability to seal away another's free will, their freedom of choice. It's out of his hands now.

#hi fi rush #zanzo #hi fi rush zanzo #meg writes #rough draft #fanfic #also Full Metal Alchemist quote #from that sick monster who fused his daughter and dog #attempted Jolyne pose reference

[discordsmuse]

Things I want to know about my fellow writers!

Tagged by @bearhugsandshrugs who always is so kind to me!

I'm tagging @theemptyislost and @24hourmess and anyone else who wants to join! No pressure at all!

Last book I read: Seven Faceless Saints by M.K Lobb. Honestly it was only a 3/5. Easy to read and had an okay plot, but the twist was poorly done and frustrated me A LOT. Also, a weird romance thing was thrown in the last 30 pages and I got so confused where tf it came from.

Greatest literary inspirations: Steven King is honestly my favorite author, followed closely by Diana Wynn Jones. Totally opposite genres and styles but I take a lot of inspo from them both.

Things in my current fandom I want to read but I don't want to write: Lol I'm a degenerate and need more Ascended Raphael fics. I physically can't read my own writing/enjoy my own smut so I'm always hunting for very specific shit.

Things in my current fandoms I want to write but I think nobody would be interested in them but me: My Phantom of the Opera/BG3 crossover is my silly little passion project, but I'm also the type that loves to take 2 characters and stick them in every AU known to man. I don't think most ppl are as insane as me about that. (Consider the 'HAHA AGAIN!' TikTok audio.)

You can recognize my writing by: occasional typos (I get horny and impatient), reader inserts, no use of y/n in my x reader fics, big powerful men/power imbalances, choking, men munching (as they should)

My most controversial take (current fandom): Ascended Astarion groupies scare me. He was my first romance and my favorite romance of the lot, but I don't think my appreciation can even compare to half his fanbase. (Also some of them need to leave Neil alone.)

My top three favorite tropes: mutual pining when they both think its unrequited, enemies to lovers, ʰᵉᵃᵗ/ʳᵘᵗˢ ⁽ᵃ/ᵇ/ᵒ⁾

What’s your current writing mood (10 – super motivated and churning out words like crazy, 0 – in a complete rut):  Like a 2, honestly. I've been struggling. I have like 7 half-finished fics that I'm trying so hard to brute force but it is simply not happening. Which is insane because in November I was cranking out like a fic a week. Maybe I just need to rot in bed for awhile and contemplate lie a philosopher.

Share a random frustration: I'm juggling 2 jobs and school and social life and hobbies rn and GOD am I not doing to hot with it lmao. Pray 4 me

#writers supporting writers #writer problems #getting to know you guys #fanfiction #meg writes

[the-royalscientists]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Grillby (Undertale), W. D. Gaster, Sans (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale), Alphys (Undertale), Undyne (Undertale), Asgore Dreemurr Additional Tags: Three of Them!AU, Pre-Undertale, There is alcohol in the story but nobody gets super drunk, uhhhh how else do I tag this, Kingdings if you squint but Grillster's the main ship but also it's queerplatonic

Summary:

Grillby's hosting a New Year's party!

#Meg Writes #Aaaand here's the AO3 version//