#look i want a happy ending for them bcs i'm projecting a lot n i want to write w them a story that'll. be very much tied to my youth

[noxtivagus]

thinking of. my ocs a bit rn.. >.>

[agi-ppangx]

I've been thinking of felix and reader, his bestfriend that he left in australia. and how they wanted to talk a lot, even if he was far away in Korea, but they ended up losing connection. one day, after a few years, reader comes to Korea for a trip/project (idk) and Felix sees them and they somehow find each other again and re-connect. idk, maybe not something romantic yk? sometimes, I feel like we also need friend-skz fics, not only bf-skz..

have some shiny felix eyes (since I'm in love with how his eyes look like because they shine)

stopp that would be so cute :(( you remember that one vlog where he suprised his sister in australia ?? yeah, he would hug the reader the same way :(( i believe felix would express his happiness through hugs and some tears as well and he would be simply very open about how excited he is to see his friend again☹️ he would notice them in like an ice cream shop or a cafe or something and he would be all like “oh my god !!!1!!11!” and he would run towards them and hug them so so tightly and and- *explodes from the cuteness* he would want to know e v e r y t h i n g that happened in their life in the time when they didn’t talk and he would just be over the moon bc he missed them so much :(( yeah, just overall very happy lixie☹️ ((im such a sucker for him)) ((also thank you for blessing me with shiny felix🛐))

[kulemii]

sooo, just got back home from the doc and she's actually really fucking good!! like, really really fucking good. i like her a lot. i don't even know if i'd be wanting to go back to my usual doc after she returns from maternity leave... girl i feel like such a cheater but I'M SORRY! she taught me SO FUCKING MUCH!

-she told me very important reproductive health information about the medications that i'm on that NO ONE EVER FUCKING TOLD ME!!!!! LIKE INSANELY FUCKING IMPORTANT SHIT

-explained the WHY behind so much shit like, WHY i might have had that seizure a while back while taking a medication that also doubles as an anticonvulsant

-she asked me sooooo many questions and listened with the intention of asking even more follow up questions and i could tell that she actually paid attention to my file and didn't make me rehash everything allllllll over again bc i hate that soooo fucking much

-she set me back up on my medication so that i don't have to worry about running out for a while ^-^ AND something new to help with the anxiety i've been feeling because it's been almost unbearable!

and in the very end she asked a very interesting question, "Do you have OCD?"

....girl idk, why? is that in my file? lmaooooo

i was befuddled! i say, "n- uhh, no? no one's ever told me that so i guess not."

and she says, "well, while i was going through your file, i noticed some red flags that did point toward ocd and it does make me wonder... now, this is our first meeting so it's just a hypothesis but for now i want you to look at these resources and let me know by our next meeting if any of this resonates with you... i'm sorry to be given you homework but... i have no doubts that you have ptsd. i have no doubts that you have bipolar disorder. i have no doubts about alot of what's in your file however i really want to take a look at your anxiety moving forward."

that's my best recollection at the way she arranged her closing. but i was speechless and i just started staring at her and she must've thought i was so fucking weird because she was like, "why are you smiling?"

and i just shook my head. and like i wanted to tell her, obviously, i don't know the first thing about ocd other than what people assume from the way we, as a people, oversimplify mental illnesses/disorders but i was going to look into it. and perhaps she could be right, perhaps not but just the fact that she was simply standing in for my usual doctor for what, 2 visits? and still cared enough to carefully read my file and still treat me like a person and treat me like her own patient or client that she wants to help... it meant the fucking world to me. especially because i was so apprehensive about going in to this appointment that i was intending on canceling. but all that came out was a very stammering, "n-nothing, i just really like you. i like you alot. t-that's all."

she told me that if i wanted i could stay with her and that i didn't have to go back to my usual doc when she returns from leave. and quite honestly, i just might. i mean, if we're completely honest, the only reason i come to this place in the first place is because my primary physician recommended me to THIS particular doc. i just couldn't get her because at the time, she was just entirely too booked and i really needed help asap.

she reminds me a lot of my primary too and i love her to bits!! they speak so highly of each other and apparently they see lots of each other's patients. when i told her that she was the who i was originally recommended too she got so happy lol like i was gonna be another one of their passion projects they could work on together or something lmaoooo love that for them and me tbh pls fix me i beg

[rosy-wooyoung]

[12:31]

🎄 Day 11 of the Christmas project🎄

pairing : san x fem!reader a/n: ngl i’m quite happy with this one. maybe bc it’s kinda personal? idk

You had just arrived at the cottage you inherited from your grandparents when they passed away, and, after driving for so long, you were happy to finally cut the engine. Months had passed since you last visited this small house filled with beautiful memories, and you had this strange feeling of happiness mixed with nostalgia overrunning in your body. The cottage was a small wooden house at the edge of the forest next to a lake, now frozen, the ground and the naked and lonely looking branches of the trees surrounding it covered in snow. You parked your car in the driveway and slightly shook your best friend's shoulder to wake him from his slumber. After a few minutes of constantly shaking him, San finally stirred up, softly rubbing his eyes as he looked around him.

"Are we already here?" he mumbled and you bitterly chuckled, unbuckling your seat belt and opened the door. "What do you mean already? You've been sleeping since we stopped at the gas station. It's been two hours dude," You poked his ribs before stepping out. San shook his head and got out of the car as well a few seconds later, letting out a sigh before helping you clear the trunk filled with things to get comfortable enough for the long weekend you had planned to stay together. 

The end of the year was coming, so that meant a lot of things to do at work: closing cases, checking details before sending files to your boss, preparing some others for the new year, it was everything but calm when you entered your workspace each morning. Fortunately, you had worked quite hard during the week, so today before lunch, San and you took your leave of work and hurried to your car, getting ready for a few hours of driving to get to this beautiful place where you had just arrived.

"Gosh, I've missed this place so badly," you said as you looked around you, eyes roaming as you observed the trees and your surroundings. You started getting a bit emotional as you recalled the hazy yet wonderful memories you had collected while growing up until it was time for them to leave.  

You remembered spending some of your Summer holidays here with your siblings when your parents grew "tired" of the three of you. They always claimed to need a break from being parents for at least a week, and so did you from them. When you were at your grandparents' house, more fun was allowed than when you were at home. It was an exciting feeling, and you were always looking forward to coming and visiting them at every opportunity you had. You never truly minded because you loved your grandparents and spending time with them. But for your younger siblings, it was a whole other story: they were constantly yelling about missing mom and dad, while you were just loving being there, catching up with your granddad

You had your little secrets with him, things that you hid from your family and your siblings. For example, you and your grandfather would secretly take two easels, always feeling that rush of adrenaline before escaping from the yells of your siblings to find a good spot to start painting for a major part of the day, hidden in the mountains hovering above the cottage. Each time, you came back from your getaway with a brand new piece of art, and a memory to cherish for the years to come. You entered the cottage, and a wave of nostalgia crashed onto you, a sense of comfort wrapping its arms around your shoulders. In the dark, you could still distinguish some of the pieces of art your granddad did when you were together. You opened the shutters and drew out the curtains your grandmother had sewed by herself, making the natural sunlight warm up the place. You then went behind the house and opened the electricity and water conducts while San took care of putting all the things your truck you carry inside the small house.

"It's a gorgeous little place that you hid from me," he teased, and you gently smiled, elbowing him in the ribs as you kept on putting everything in the right place. "It's my sweet escape," you replied as your best friend rested for a few seconds in the middle of the entrance, hands on his hips as he took in the decoration of the place.

When you had some rough times in your life - which happened more often as your grandparents fell sick one after the other -, you came to this little house in secret to unwind and spend some time alone, crying or just chilling. It was a bit like your secret garden, the spot that you had indeed kept hidden from everyone. Even your parents didn't know that you frequently visited here and spend some time in nature. That's why it wasn't as dusty and dirty as one can imagine an abandoned house to look like. Yes, it was a bit straggly, but to your defence, you haven't come to this place in weeks.

As the day went by, it was finally the afternoon, and it had started snowing as soon as you finished setting in the cottage house. You were quite tired from driving for a few hours, only being used to run a few errands for maximum 20 minutes, so you just wanted to chill and maybe take a nap on the burgundy, corduroy couch. San, on the other hand, since had slept a major part of the journey there, was just a human dynamo. Looking around, all smiley and excited as he watched the snow falling from the sky.

"Do you wanna do something outside? We could make a snowman, have a snowball fight or go for a walk?" he suggested as he let himself fall next to you on the couch, tickling your side with his left hand as the other remained against his chest. You stifled a giggle and squirmed, trying to escape from his touch. He stopped for a while, his eyes lingering on you as you were getting your breath back. "And what about going sledging? I just saw that there's a hill on the other side of the lake, we can go there," your best friend offered, but you shook your head with a pout. "San, I'm too tired for all of this," you whispered, and his eyes widened, taken aback that you declined his offer, again, "and where did you even find a sledge?" you added, not even knowing that your grandparents owned one. "There was two in the small storage unit, but don't try to change the subject. Why don't you want to go sledging?" he said while sitting up, laying a hand on your knee, shaking it a bit. "It's the best thing you could do when we have a type of weather like this!" he exclaimed while pointing outside, making you sigh and as you looked out the window. Yes, it was still snowing, and it looked quite consistent enough to sledge on it, but you could see some patches of blue sky appearing here and there, telling you that the good weather wasn't as far as you thought it was.

"Come on, Y/N, just for me," he said as he watched you stifling a yawn, happy that he managed to catch sight of a small nod in your actions. "Really? Let's go then!" he enthusiastically got up, not even waiting for you to run into the bedroom to get dressed. "The things I'd do for him," you whispered to yourself as you tiredly got up from the couch, making your way up the small stairs as well. Once you had slipped on your fleece-lined pants and warm coats, you made your way out the door, San trotting to the small storage unit behind the house to get the sledges. Those were made out of old wood, a thin rope attached to the tip of it. They looked quite old and dusty, but they would do the trick.

"So Y/N, since you're the expert of the region," San teased as he looked over, only to have you staring back at him with a fake bored look, "how can we reach this side of the lake?" he said as he pointed the side opposite the cottage, and you smiled. That is where you used to go painting with your grandfather. "Come on, follow me," you said as you confidently started walking, the memories colliding in your brain as you trusted your guts to get to this side of the lake. In the course of your walk, with San by your side, you told him some of your memories while pointing at different things.

"You see that tree over there?" you gestured to the naked weeping willow a bit further into the stroll, San nodding as his eyes followed your finger, "when it was getting either too hot or too noisy because of my siblings during Summer, I'd take a book and spend the entire afternoon reading underneath that tree," you explained with a soft smile on your face, remembering the great souvenirs as the leaves crunched under your moon boots as you stopped. "And my grandma had a whistle, and she would blow four times when dinner was ready, and I needed to come back," you told your friend, who had a sincere smile on his face. "This is adorable, it sounds like a Studio Ghibli plot," he said while taking your hand, making you walk slightly faster to pass the tree. San knew you well. He knew that if you spent too much time in front of this willow, you'd start getting emotional and probably cry, and that was the last thing he wanted to see.

You silently thanked him with a faint smile as you understood his sudden change of behaviour and you cleared your throat, keeping on telling him happier souvenirs as you finally arrived where San wanted to go. "I can't imagine how beautiful it must look here in Summer," he mumbled as he stared at the cottage on the other side of the lake. "It's even more incredible in fall," you said with a smile, "I came here mid-October and you're just surrounded by yellow and orange trees, you can really feel the fall vibes," you giggled with your friend, letting go of his hand, feeling suddenly nervous. You hadn't even noticed that San had kept your hand in his the entire time, and you were even hotter when you realised that he didn't even look bothered or shy of it.

You took a few pictures of each other going down the sledge, laughing and pushing each other around as the other took an unflattering photo of the other. The powder snow eased your falls every time you pushed the other too hard, sometimes shrieking as you could feel some snow slipping under your clothes and reach your skin. At some point, you were too tired to get up, so you stayed well muffled in your clothes, looking at the sky clearing above your heads. San was also in the snow, ignoring the freezing sensation of water against his neck and the goosebumps travelling his entire body. Instead of staring at the sky as you did, he seized the fact that you were too busy getting lost in your thoughts to stare at you. He loved seeing his best friend at peace like you currently were, it looked like all of your worries had vanished as soon as you pulled up by the house, the stressed Y/N getting replaced by the one that San imagined was the Y/N of your childhood.

The young man shifted in the snow, close enough for his hand to grab yours. As you felt pressure on your glove, you turned your head to the side, looking at him. He was already looking at you with a fond smile decorating his lips, and you raised your eyebrows, silently asking him why he was staring at you like that.

"I wish for this moment to never end," he spoke softly, the density of the snow under you two muffling his words, only for you to hear. "Me neither," you uttered, and San squeezed your hand as an answer, shooting you a wink before looking at the sky like you did just moments ago. He felt your gaze on him, and he started rolling towards you, miscalculating the number of rolls he had to do to come near you, resulting him almost crushing you as he was about to land on his back. You clutched your abdomen, anticipating his weight landing on you, but he swiftly moved around to land on his stomach, his mouth arriving millimetres away from yours.

None of you recoiled, getting lost in the other's eyes. Your breath had quickened up, something going noticed by San. He gulped but kept staring at you, your breaths forming one trail of steam above your heads, unhurriedly vanishing in the atmosphere. San pulled his thoughts and doubts to the side for an instant, his mouth colliding with yours in the gentlest way possible. Despite the dryness of his lips, the kiss released millions of butterflies in your stomach, sending warmth straight to your face. With your mittens slightly covered in snow, you cupped his face, and he groaned into the kiss, the cold against his face attempting to bring him back to reality.

But it wasn't enough to make you two stop kissing each other. You had both been secretly waiting for this for too long, and you didn't want to end the kiss right now. Making the most of it was the key point of the situation, and you let your lips linger on San's as if it was the last time before pulling away. The man gave you mere seconds to catch your breath before pulling you in another kiss, your hearts beating furiously against each other as your tongues danced together, head spinning and getting mushy due to all the emotions you were experiencing.

[cinnaminsvga]

what are your favorite fics you read for every member? like the ones that resonated and left you a changed woman when you finished. could be because of characterization, or plot, or nostalgia, just the ones that come first and easy for every member, like, the iconic ones for you. can be mxm. i'm asking cause i just read worldwide lonesome and. damb. just. i kinda feel like i read seokjin’s diary or something? like it felt invasive just bc of how REAL he felt, you feel me? so. i'm curious about u

this is such a loaded ask because honestly, i had to think really deeply about this!! there are so many fics out there that have changed me as a writer and as a person in general that its hard to pick just seven... but i’m glad you mentioned worldwide lonesome because that fic is definitely!! fucking!! up there!! it might actually be my #1 seokjin fic, so you already got me there. but man... i put a lot of thought into my answer because my reading list is a never-ending pool of queerness and angstiness, as those tend to resonate the most deeply with me (since i am, after all, both queer and angsty HAHAH) so uhhh... here i go!! (also i apologize that these are mostly mxm... weirdly enough, i’m kind of more affected by those bc i relate more to them than reader inserts for some reason... the world is bombarded with hetero representation, so excuse me for clinging to my sole source of queer love lmao)

➤ for seokjin:

worldwide lonesome by loindexter [yoonjin] - i already mentioned it, but MAN... this fic left me stunned. the characterization of seokjin is what gets me the most, and by god, i am a SUCKER for coming out stories. as a closeted queer person, i’ve always wondered what other people’s experiences are with coming to terms with their sexuality, and op really hits the nail on the head. seokjin in this fic just feels... so real. like you said, it almost felt like i was looking into his diary!! it was maddening and tearjerking and oh so fucking human... you could feel his turmoil as if it were your own... and yoongi!! dear god, yoongi... that sweet fool... this fic just struck a cord with me because of how intimate and vulnerable it felt. i really hope i can write a fic like that in the future.

➤ for yoongi:

here comes the sun by fruitily [yoonkook] - this was unequivocally the hardest decision i’ve ever had to make in my life, mostly because i’ve read a plethora of yoongi fics in my day and it is quite literally so difficult to pin down a singular fic that changed me the most as a person. the reason i chose this certain fruitily fic (op will always be my biggest writing idol... if i could, i’d list down their entire masterlist as my favorite yoongi/jungkook fics of all time) because of the emotions it made me feel. there’s always something a bit sad about summer romances, and i’ve always been a sucker for that sort of trope because of the many possibilities you can do with it. it’s just... the way yoongi was portrayed here was just so darn REAL,,, you could almost physically feel his increasing want, his slow realization that yes, he does love the bucktoothed kid from summer camp. i absolutely adore the interactions he has with all the characters, because you can almost fool yourself into thinking he’s a real person. he’s a friend, and you’re watching him come to terms with what it means to love someone you only see once a year. dear lord i love that dude i’m gonna go cry now!!

(also bc i’m cheating but i also recommend the nights really were made for saying things you can't say tomorrow day by siderum... first yoonkook fic i ever read and dare i say it literally changed me as a person. there are no words.)

➤ for hoseok:

depaysement by 1honeypot (oilblotter/obiwrites) - okay i know this is fucked up for me to recommend a fic that doesn’t even exist on the internet anymore (op deleted her account on tumblr and has moved to ao3 but she’s never gonna reupload this fic again unfortunately) but MAN i still remember that fic to this day. it was so fucking GOOD and it made me realize the potential reader fics had that i never knew was possible. the entire plot was the usual make-over cliche (popular trendy girl makes the nerd hot yadah yadah yadah) that i had thought wouldn’t be interesting, but op managed to turn that trope into her own. it was hilarious, hot, moving, relatable... just ticking off every point that makes a fic great. i miss that fic so dearly and if you were some of the lucky few who managed to read it when it was still around... i think you all understand.

➤ for namjoon:

beta tau sigma by bazooka [namjin] - i cannot count the amount of times i’ve reread this fic. like, no joke, i probably memorize a few of the chapters from rereading it alone. holy fuck,,, as you can tell, i have a pattern when it comes to my fave fics and it’s all about: GAY PANIC THE MUSICAL!! yea... i just really like fics about self-discovery because MAN as a young adult traversing the mysteries of human nature and sexuality, i sincerely relate to namjoon in this fic. “am i gay, or am i just gay for my best friend?” is a question i have asked myself NUMEROUS times... dear god, namjoon is just a walking catastrophe and i!! could not!! relate!! more!! the plot flow and immersion you get from this fic is out of this world. you almost feel like you’re in the same frat as them!! i also love the way op made even the side characters have their own story arcs and backgrounds... they are what inspired me to give life to even the smallest of characters bc it just heightens the reading experience imo!! they really do feel like your friends in this fic, and this fic will always be my sources of comfort.

➤ for jimin:

darling, just say you’ll say by tusaisbts [yoonmin] - have i not sung this fic enough praises? i know it looks weird from the premise... cowboys? mail order brides? i thought it was odd at first too, but believe me when i say you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. jimin’s growth as a character here left me absolutely speechless!! i just love his development: from a scared stranger dropped off in the middle of nowhere to a smart and capable teacher who can hold his own in this small rural town. i especially love how he interacts with yoongi, because op really makes you want to root for them. you want them to fall in love, to make their relationship work out. that yearning for two characters to get together is something i want my own readers to feel, and there aren’t enough words in my vernacular to explain how happy i was when everything turned out well. and jfc... rancher yoongi? got me so fucking hot n bothered and now i will forever be enamored by the thought of rugged yoongi... jfc...

➤ for taehyung (& jimin!!):

mudlands & yellow acacia by nonheather [vmin] - i remember the day i read this like it was yesterday. i had a final to study for, but instead i read this entire thing in one go and then i cried my eyes out even until the moment i walked into my exam room. i don’t know how else to describe this other than it was otherworldly. it was cozy. it was heartbreaking and magical and downright lovely. i especially loved the way taehyung was here... so fucking whipped for park jimin. he loved like no other man could, and jimin might have been a little too bullheaded at first, but they make it out okay. i’m not really one to believe in soulmates, but this fic almost made me believe they could be. it made me yearn for the first time, and i think that counts for something. to love another person and to have them love you back... op made me believe in love. 

➤ for jungkook:

years since you’ve been here by ameliabedelias [namkook] - okay maybe i’m just a crybaby and i cry at every fic under the sun but dear god this fic... might be The Fic That Changed Me As A Person. like, of course the other fics were mindblowing but this one in particular... wow. trampled all my expectations and caused a garden to bloom in my heart. jungkook is so sweet, so lost... he feels too much and he aches for namjoon. i know all too well that feeling of melancholy... when you love someone you’re not supposed to. coming of age stories will always have a soft spot in my heart, because i always tend to project myself onto the main characters. i want to grow and find my own destiny. i want to learn and be happy. jungkook finds his way, tumbles and trips the entire time, but he gets there. a symbol of queer triumph.

[ask-shakespearehigh]

Q&A post with the Mods!!!!

This is going to be a long one oh boy

How strict is the delineation of creative control vis-a-vis characters/plays between the mods? (@pedanticlecturer)

We generally have the plays split up along lines of “what we know”— we have a list at the very beginning of the blog. Sometimes we’ll draw the others’ characters (mostly me drawing some of Star’s…) but even then the final say on characterization is up to the “main” mod for that play — mod aster

what aster said -- mod star

What is your favorite play? What is your favorite character in terms of how they were written in the source material? (@pedanticlecturer)

I think my favorite play overall is Macbeth, just because I like the vibes (and the fact that I too could kill Macbeth), the fact that you don’t say it’s name in theatres, and the fact that it’s a play I did a full read through and analysis of in class. Favorite character? Puck from Midsummer. — mod aster

uhhhh,, hmm. ive always had a soft spot for midsummer since i saw it with aster esp bc of how fun the costumes were. of the comedies it has the largest potential to be the most visually pleasing bc of the concept of fairies,,,and im gay and dramatic so i love that. id die if i got to costume design for midsummer,,,or be in it,,,yeah. fav character. hmm. probably mercutio?? i recently saw a version of romeo and juliet where mercutio was played by a woman and oh my god it was amazing!!! not to mention mercutio’s portrayal in baz luhrmann's INCREDIBLE version of r n j!!! (I based my mercutio design on him) he just spends the entire time making dick jokes. love that. -- mod star

How do you answer asks so fast? I mean it's great but I'm impressed 😂 (Anon)

Personally, it’s a mix of: notifications on, quick drawing speed, and using the blog to avoid my class work — mod aster

aster is fast and (as you can see from all of my answers) im lazey -- mod star

Are there any elements/characters of the plays you're covering that you would have liked to work into this blog's plot, but couldn't due to the constraints of the setting or the synthetic nature of the blog? (@pedanticlecturer)

I wanted to make everyone gay but unfortunately due to plot constraints we have to have some hets but that wont stop me from making it lgbt as possible. -- mod star

I did want to make The Tempest more of a central play, but it just didn’t translate well. Similarly, other supernatural elements like the witches in Macbeth. This isn’t so much a constraint mentioned, but my own time/energy means that I want to show the Macbeth backstory, in a specific format, but I can’t right now— mod aster

Is there a hierarchy of import when it comes to each play's individualized impact on shakespeare high's general arc? If so, what plays are crucial to the foundation of the story? Which ones did you do mostly for shits and giggles? (@pedanticlecturer)

This is phrased like an ACT question and i might not answer it right so sorry in advance but: mod aster and i only selected a few plays for each of us to do given we dont know all of shakespeare’s works, but we tend to put more emphasis on the the more well known. But it also comes down to 1. How much we have plotted out for each play and 2. What the followers ask about most. Our two most popular are hamlet and macbeth bc people are familiar w those but around march caesar always becomes relevant again. I didnt even have designs for some of the characters until someone asked about them. -- mod star

I would say the same as star— it generally comes down to what people ask about. I will say that the overall plot is sort of separated into “has happened” and “is happening”. Like, the human potion of Midsummer, Julius Caesar, and Macbeth are all in the “aftermath” portion, while Twelfth Night, Hamlet, and Romeo and Juliet, among others, are happening. We’re trying to incorporate as much as we can, and I don’t think any of them were really put in without some thought.— mod aster

What personal significance does shakespeare hold in ur guys' lives? (@pedanticlecturer)

I go to a theater school rn and so ive dealt w shakespeare (although not all of them) it also helps that i was in loves labours lost last year as moth and that i read hamlet and r n j. Theres also a theater in my state that always does One Big Shakespeare per season and they always do them super well!!! My love for shakespeare probably started w seeing midsummer at that theater w mod aster!!! So. Theater kid rights!! -- mod star

To be honest, I got back into Shakespeare Because of the blog. I’ve been friends with some people that got really Pretentious about Shakespeare, and it kinda put me off of it. I did have a book of abridged plays (the plays’ plots written out in prose, basically) that I read as a kid, which is what got me into not only the plots of a lot of the plays, but also the idea of having them illustrated. And, same as star, the theater in state does the One Big Shakespeare— and they tend to do some really cool things with the costumes, setting them in diff time periods. I haven’t been able to see any lately since I’ve moved, but they still slap. — mod aster

🥰😘💙🥰🥰💜💟🥰I 😍💗💚😍😍LOVE🖤🖤 YALL ♥️♥️🧡💛💚💝❣️💕💘💖💗💓💞💝❤️💛💜 okay now i have a question i swear— how long have the two of you been doing art??? and what were your first shakespeare plays??? (@hellaghosts)

Uhh i started drawing when i was like idk 12 and i have the giant boxes of sketchbooks to prove it!!! I moved to digital art at abt 14-15 but mostly stayed traditional until this yr when i got a Neat New Tablet so some of my sketchbooks are sitting abandoned rip. My first shakespeare was either romeo and juliet or midsummer nights dream and i love both of them v much!!! I have a very old piece of art that i did for r n j for my freshman class assignment on it and it hasnt aged well alsdjfjafd circa 2016 i think??? -- mod star

Oh man. I started drawing when I was about 10, but it was Bad. I don’t think I got much into drawing again until I was about 14? Sometime around the end of middle school/beginning of high school. I would say I started getting into drawing as more than doodling/coloring edits sometime around 2015-16? I would draw on my iPad with my finger, then I got a tablet for my computer, and now I pretty much stick to my iPad with an Apple Pencil. My first Shakespeare play was….. uh…… probably Midsummer???? I have No idea. We would go to plays when I was little, so I honestly don’t remember if I saw others before. It may have been Romeo and Juliet— I had that book where it was the original and the “modernized” with the little dog that explained things— which, if you know it makes sense, but if you don’t is probably a bonkers answer. — mod aster

Do you think this blog has like? An overarching thesis (be it b/c intentionally or simply b/c ur own take on the world has bled thru to the point where u believe it’s central to the piece at this point)? (@pedanticlecturer)

Not gonna lie, I had to read that like three times AND dm you to figure out what you were asking from us and all I have is “be gay, respect women, write your own happy endings”. — mod aster

This blog started with an ides of march shitpost and you think we have enough brain energy to write a whole thesis? I projected feelings of found family onto my half of the blog but idk if that counts. Be gay do crime 420 69 -- mod star

What’s the nature/rough dynamic of ur relationship? How do y’all know each other? (@pedanticlecturer)

Met mod aster when i was like 4 and even tho we didnt live close we became like, best friends although the Best part didnt start until we were like 13-ish and eventually we talked like non stop (about anime and homestuck. Yknow. 13 year old kid things) and we didnt see each other a lot bc of Distance and now its even worse bc aster is in colleg.,e but we consider each other siblings regardless of family bc we’re adopted into our own respective families so that bled over into our friendship and it would feel weird calling him anything other than my brother now. We’ve seen each other at our best and worst and if you really want a good insight on what we’re like as siblings watch griffin and justin mcelroy’s overview video of catlateral damage wherein i am griffin and he is the long suffering justin. -- mod star

Star is basically my long distance sibling and functionally the only cousin I recognize bc like their parents are basically an aunt and uncle and like our dads look enough alike that we’ve both accidentally gotten the wrong dad for a hug or similar so like. Anyways yeah Star is the Griffin to my Justin, complete with our absent middle brother who we love dearly— mod aster

Dubiously relevant q but what kind of music do y’all listen to when u do art (if that is indeed a habit either of u partake in) (@pedanticlecturer)

It can depend on the piece? I was working on some (unrelated) oc prints that were song-focused, and for those I just listened to said song on loop. Sometimes I have playlists. Sometimes I’ll just be in a Mood and throw a song on loop. But a lot of time for the blog, I’ll listen to The Adventure Zone for the billionth time, because I have Too Much Attention. I’ve also, on request from Star, linked the most recent “loop song”.— mod aster

I tend to obsess over the same like 3 songs every few weeks so those get listened to on repeat but it also depends on the tone of what im drawing or who im drawing i might genre switch bc of that. If im drawing ophelia i stick to lana del rey and if im drawing hamlet its the neighborhood, horatio is sufjan stevens etc. i have categorized,. Most of the characters i draw into different songs/genres/energies of music but not like i ever follow that. Sometimes i just pull up a really long nonsense video and forget to draw. Essentially: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ -- mod star

How’d y’all come up with ur pseudonyms? (@pedanticlecturer)

I love space so much and my main blog is starryeydsailor space gay rights!! Im also tiny and full of energy and bright so basically i;m star -- mod star

Uhhhh i was like “hey i want to do uhhhhhh flower?” And then I google searched flower names until I found one I liked —- mod aster

How did you end up deciding the rough timeline of events in canon? (@pedanticlecturer)

It’s mostly determined by like. How we choose per story? If that makes sense. Like, we just take story by story, and decide “is it happening, has it happened, and when?” And then we fit them together in relation to each other just by dint of. All existing at once. Like, I knew I wanted Macbeth to be in aftermath, because like, even though there’s no murder, the way I’ve translated it to the AU is still kinda heavy, and it’s something that I don’t know that I could do properly if it were happening right now. Also, it’s more interesting IMO to have them at different times. Tl;dr we wing it per story and slot them together— mod aster (mod star agrees I just can word better, in theory)

If you could tell the story of shakespeare high in a different format than an ask blog, would you? Obviously y'all are making very good use of the format, but would you want to write this as a animated series or like? a comic book? or is the form inseparable from the story? (@pedanticlecturer)

I kinda wanted to do a webcomic or maybe to plot develop through like, animatics but the element of surprise comes from the asks we get and really makes us think so the blog is a good start. We didnt think we’d get this far -- mod star

Pretty much what Star said— there are certain elements where it’d be neat to do as a comic or as an animatic. Like, the fantasy dream is like, an anthology webcomic of each story, where you can like, see other characters in the background and stuff. But to be honest, we develop a lot by what we’re asked— there was a post about developing worldbuilding by being asked questions and then pretending you’ve thought about the answer, and it’s not far off. Personally, it’s hard to just lay out a story, because I have a whole WORLD and what’s relevant? What are people interested in? It’s by getting questions that I can then focus in on an area to develop. And yeah, we Super didn’t think we’d get this far lmao — mod aster

Any headcanons about your characters that you don't think will ever come up on the blog through asks or plot posts? (@pedanticlecturer)

I could make a whole separate post for this!!!!! Mostly its voice headcanons (and by mostly i mean like 1 or 2) or relationship hcs!!!! -- mod star

Honestly same. I don’t think I have voice headcanons for mine, though I bet I could find some. I’ve got a bunch of miscellaneous headcanons that just kinda float around, but like they’re scattered, too numerous for this post, and also not always things I’m sure are canon yet.— mod aster

[suwegg]

Request! Damn, that lobster.

A/N: hey frens!!!!! i'm back from the horror (finals) and here's my first request ever!!!!!!!!!!! thank you for dropping a request dear anon and hope this is what you've wanted!! :-) i wrote this in the middle of the night so pardon my mistakes heh. but do drop some requests if you would like via sarahah ( https://suwegggg.sarahah.com/ ) or inbox!!!!!!! i'll be dropping more writings now (still brainstorming) ;-) also, i'll be re-writing my Love Sick series bc i've read through it and realised there were quite a lot of flaws in the flow of plot (oops)🌹 stay happy everyone!!

Request! Hoony

You picked up your phone and opened your period tracker app, frowning as you browse through the dates.

It's been a while since your last period came and it's worrying you. The only time your period "skips" is when you are under tremendous stress and your last project at work gave you just that. But it has been two months since it ended and there's still no signs of your monthly best friend's arrival.

"Babe, what's with the frown early in the morning?" Seunghoon nudged your feet with his under the dining table.

He woke up early today to make breakfast for the both of you to enjoy since it's been a while since he personally cooked.

You showed him your phone's screen and told him about your problem.

"Don't worry too much." He squeezed your hand softly, flashing an assuring smile. "Besides, isn't it good to take a break from the monthly horror for a short while?" He joked, earning a smile from you.

"I mean... that's true too." You grinned, agreeing with his witty comments to comfort you.

"Oh right, I cooked lobster today!" Seunghoon jumped, suddenly remembering the presence of the dish left in the steamer. "I took it from Minho's fridge last night when I was at his place."

"Isn't that stealing?" You laughed, following your boyfriend into the kitchen.

"He don't know how to cook so he's gonna spoil it anyways," He commented. "Besides, I left 2 out of the 4 lobsters he's got for him to spoil it." He winked at you before taking out the lobster from where he was keeping them in.

The smell of the garlic seasoning was so good at first... for a good 10 seconds before you started feeling nauseous and gagged at the smell of garlic. You quickly held your hands up against your nose and mouth, trying not to take in any of the scent. Seunghoon looked at you worriedly and quickly put down the plate of lobsters.

"Babe, are you alright?" He asked, rubbing his hands against your back.

"Yea-"

Before you could finish your sentence, the feeling of nauseousness gushes over you immediately and you dashed for the bathroom, ducking your face into the toilet bowl as you start to throw up the content in your stomach. Seunghoon followed closely behind, extremely worried as he patted your back to help you feel better once you're done.

"Are you okay?" He asked, rubbing his palm against your lower back.

"I... it's just," You frowned. "The smell of garlic? It's making me nauseous all of a sudden." You explained, confused.

There was a long pause between the both of you and Seunghoon just stared at you. It's obvious that all the possible scenarios flashed past his mind but one stuck through with him. That was the same for you too.

"Is it... Could it be..." He stuttered, trying to strings the words in his mind together. "Are you... pregnant?"

"Are you kidding me?" You blurted, staring at him.

--

You went off to the pharmacy with Seunghoon to grab a few pregnancy test kits (just to double confirm and triple confirm what's going on) and got back home immediately. So much stuffs were just running through your mind at that point and you need to confirm this whole situation before any next decision is going to be made.

--

"Fuck..." You sighed, running your fingers through your hair at you stare at the 3 sets of positive signs sitting in front of the both of you. Seunghoon did the same too, but he was staring into space, his fingers interlaced with yours tightly.

"I think those protection might have expired...." He mumbled. "It has been in my room for a while..." His voice trailed off as you shot a glare at him, proving his humour is of no use for now.

A few minutes of silence passed and you finally burst out crying. There were so many things to consider with this situation that seems to be very true — you are carrying a life in you. You have to be responsible for this little life who's going to be welcomed on earth over the next few months and also its future. How are you going to care for it? Will you be a good parent with your boyfriend? How will your parents react? Your job? How is your life going to change?

Seunghoon silently pulled you into his embrace, caressing your hair gently while he press small kisses on your head.

"If you're worrying that I won't take up the responsibilities, you don't have to because I'm going to be this child's father and your husband for life." He smiled.

"What kind of proposal is this?" You laughed, wiping your tears away.

He gave you a quick peck on your lips before smiling.

"Damn, that lobster." He laughed. "Now I've got a baby on the way."

[yes-virtualcollectorofpeace]

1. Probably Be'el and Lucifer?? It's the loyal to a fault and hard exterior soft interior aspect.

2. Mmmmm probably Levi, I might be a nerd but I've never been the type to lord it over people, and I get actively irritated by people who do.

3. Well, considering I'm polyamorous I'm happy dating just about everyone I can, however my favorites are Dia, Luci, Be'el, Simeon, and Asmo. Unfortunately no matter how much I love Simeon, I wouldnt make him and everyone else deal with the aftermath of another human falling for an angel and risk another war so secret angst pining it is!!!

4. Alone? Tossing and turning but mostly on the right side. With partners? Clinging to them like their life depends on it.

5. Oh gods- you cant just make me pick one. If ppl want, I'll make a separate short playlist.

6. From a pagan and magick practicing family, but was never really brought up with a strict religion and was actively encouraged to research and learn about as many as possible.

7. Tbh I'd find it very interesting, although I'd be skeptic that the human, celestial, and demonic worlds are the only ones out there, I firmly believe in the multiverse theory and that means that the angel demon universe is only one of many. I'd ask lots of questions, probably to the point where the school professors get sick of me.

8. I like to think itd be fine? My self esteem ain't the highest but I'm very good at coping without it so. I'm also pretty good with figuring out how to act and connect to different people and their needs so I think as long as I can establish my own boundaries the family n I'd get along fine! Being an empath is good for a few things, but picking up on emotional subtleties is one of em and given the family's notoriety for not being emotionally honest? Time to teach them dialectical behavior :')

9. About as good at any humans, probably. But, if theoretically, magick works differently (i.e much less subtly, or less subdued) then I'd have a much higher chance, as I am a witch. I'm also a determined bastard and am no stranger to having to push forwards to get to the end goal. The one area that would be tough would be the level of Wrath. Not against others, but against self.

10. I'd be upset about not being able to use magick, but you bet your ass I'd learn as much as I possibly could. If magick doesn't work down there, it'd be very weird not being able to feel my wings or astral projection.

11.

Diavolo? Seems nice but highly sus.

Barbatos? Do N o t Like Him, His Vibes Are Rancid.

Lucifer? Not very nice and also highly sus.

Mammon? Jackass who I might as well assume will throw me to the wolves at a moments notice.

Asmodeus? Horny, but rip to him I'm different and asexual, babey.

Be'el? A Tol boi who understands how to love food.

Levi? Deadass would've like hit him with a manga or DVD bc of his ultra tsundere attitude.

Satan? O thank the gods, someone who gets me, an Angy boi who just wants to reads books.

Belphie? Bitch I can feel ur angst and suffering from here why tf u lyin why u always lyin-

12.

Simeon? Sir are you aware you look Very nice and Oh You Are Actually Just That Nice Wow I Love You.

Luke? I am Adopting him, he is Babey.

Solomon? Shifty ass motherfucker, but he vibes.

13. Well I mean being able to do magick would be a thing. Also I'm an actual Twig but I can lift probably all of them. I am also familiar with many ways to kill ppl so that Might get some suprised looks idk apparently I already give off the Can Kill U vibe.

14. Eh, not really. They're all pretty much in plain sight but getting your hands on them is another thing.

15. My leather pouch with -REDACTED- in it.

16. My rule is I'll try anything once, but I think I'd have to ask them to tell me what I ate /after/ I ate it.

17. The atmosphere, and the scenery. Also the fact that I'm able to experience something entirely new and contribute something of real worth.

18. Friends, and being able to see the stars and sunsets and the holidays (which are a very big part of the year).

19. I'd be literally everywhere doing everything I possibly could. Not always high energy things like going to The Fall with Asmo or getting into trouble with Mammon, but also things like gaming with Levi and reading books by the fire with Satan. On the rare occasion I'd be alone, I'd most likely be in a sneaky place where I can set up camp and study magic and hear the waves by the ocean.

20. Bold of you to assume I only have one way of wearing the uniform. Jacket would be either buttoned up 3/4s of the way with the shirt fully buttoned up and a plain tie with slacks, or I embrace my inner Hoe That Never Gets Cold and wear the red like a sash around the waist, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, tie undone and shirt unbuttoned enough to see the first lil bit of whatever black strappy thing I stole from Asmo with more fitted pants. Also mismatched socks Always.

Obey Me! MC Questions!

About Your MC!

Which of the Boys are they the most like?

Which of the Boys are they the least like?

Who does your MC date? [If multiple, what order do they start dating each one?]

How does your MC Sleep? [On their side, on their back, with a partner, etc., in PJs, etc.]

If you were to pick one song — and only one song — to describe your MC, what would it be and why?

Did they come from a religious family/culture? Do they practice a religion? 

What do they think about the whole angel/demon stuff? 

What’s your MC’s relationship with their family?

What are your MC’chances of survival if they got lost in the levels of Devildom that take you to the surface [aka the layers of Hell]?

Is your MC jealous/upset about not being able to use magic? Do they learn?

What was your MC’s first impression of the demon boys? 

First impression of the Angels & Solomon?

What is a skill your MC has that the Boys would be surprised by?

Do they own a secret place for their most prized possessions?   

What’s the most important thing they own?

Do they eat the strange demon food?

What’s their favourite part of being in Devildom?

What does your MC miss most about the human world?

What does MC spend most of their time doing/with who?

How does MC wear the RAD uniform? [If they do.]

[smallblanketfort]

i'm so excited to see u back. and i'm excited to read stories and see art. i hope you don't mind if i send in anons too. could i have a cool anon name? would you mind if i made this a safe place again? for me to be soft and pretentious and vulnerable? also i want some... advice? idk. what are your best ways to combat depression that makes u unmotivated? like can't get out of bed unmotivated? and how do u create when scared? really just. mainly i don't know how to cope. thank u - sunflower anon

people say that depression is that you hate life and hate yourself and don't want to live but man. i love life soooooo much. it's so beautiful. like it's shitty. but still. i just am too scared and unmotivated to go and see it. i'm too scared to create i'm too scared to see things and talk to people and look at the beauty and i'm far too unmotivated and that's one of my biggest problems. idk what i'm ON about i just have had an awful day i hope ur ok with me venting 

ok ok one last thing feel free to answer these all in one post, if u can. i have constant dissatisfaction. i used to write. when i'd get upset i'd write everything that's wrong and find a conclusion. and that was good and still is sometimes but i'm very sensitive. and i LOVE when i can understand things. but lately i just haven't been able to understand. it's been really confusing nd i can't understand what's happening with myself and others and i hate it. it makes my chest hurt 

please. ily. it’s yours. do with this blog as you will.

i ended up writing a lot (too much?) so

(im bolding things after writing this, bc i just wrote waaayy too many words to say very few things. so im not trying to be pretentious, mostly just pointing out to myself that i only needed a sentence per paragraph. anyway.)

tbh this is literally so relatable, i found myself driving circles around a parking lot wondering if i could move somewhere that would bring me satisfaction. if i could move to nashville or san diego or portland or nyc and get a good job like the one i have now, if i went to more concerts and went on more hikes, and if maybe the sky or the different scent of air would make everything better. cause there are places in which im happy to be alive, and i want to be, and i appreciate these things. but really, im still going to be me, it doesnt change that i was at my lowest in malibu. i am what i am. the thought of the future is terrifying bc i have so much i want to accomplish, but i am terrified bc i know i don’t have the energy or willpower. i want to crawl out of my skin. anyway,,

personally, i am very Bad with motivation. i have many projects im dying to finish, but two years later, im still thinking about them. the time elapsed feeds anxiety... the more i leave, the more i still want to crawl out of my skin. so this is how i get things done: they’re have-to’s. the only reason i am able to get out of bed is because my job depends on it. bc my parents will be Disappointed. bc graduating college depends on it. there is no beauty behind me getting to things. it’s all fear, but some fear saves me. i have to let it settle over my shoulders, and just when i feel like i am breaking, to switch my brain off and shove up, even if it’s breaking my heart. (i write this on a monday night, i have midterms this week including a 12 page research paper due and i havent started even choosing a topic. and so i sit here. writing about finding motivation. yep.) for some people, it’s getting a pet to have to get up and take care of. forcing yourself to make plans and keep them bc they will be hurt if you cancel. sometimes it’s anger. when i am angry, i know i need to use the energy or i will end up raging and breaking things, so i clean everything. 

so perhaps making creative moments “have-to”s. i recently read someone saying they write for 20 minutes in the morning and 20 minutes in the evening and it made me realize i dont have a “i dont have time” excuse. write something. anything.

so really just. do. it. do the thing. 

sometimes maybe it’s in acceptance. acknowledging that this wont be the moment you get a ton done or come to an understanding about xyz. and saying that it’s okay. you’re enough. celebrate every tiny victory. sometimes i fall too hard into that, so sometimes i try to keep even my passive times productive. for example, when i scroll tumblr mindlessly, i tag posts according to the creative concepts i have floating around. for example, i have a story i want to write, and i’m tagging everything that fits the aesthetic or serves as inspiration with “n”. makes me feel productive. here, i have opportunities like this, to think through my actions and the way i work. makes me feel like i’m thinking.

also accept that sometimes you wont come to a conclusion, or maybe your creative endeavor is going to turn out like shit. give yourself that permission. to create shitty art sometimes. also !! this quote !!!

my last thought is feeling like you have an audience. like you wrote a nice chunk for me. keep writing on blogs and social media and to people you value. i have two friends with whom i can discuss anything, particularly things that contribute to identity or worldview etc. and those late night text conversations, or simply sharing a screenshot, can help me to keep thinking and coming to understandings. similarly, podcasts and npr. sometimes listening is easier than reading.

over all tho, just generally take care of yourself. make sure you’re eating/sleeping/moving. treat yourself gently. you have time. it’s okay.

i would really really like to hear what other people say tho, bc i clearly have no answers. i feel very stuck and nervously so. it makes my skin crawl, so any others’ thoughts are very welcome :) and do come back, sunflower.