#sampson montague

[romeoeatzkorn]

This is the Montague boys when they were like elementary (or middle school)

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[veronabeachwherewelayourscene]

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 31

The Master and Ace can sense when each other are near because they were both infected with the Cheetah Virus.

The Eighth Doctor met Lucie Miller before The Blood of the Daleks but did not tell her this to protect the timeline.

The Ninth Doctor once told Rose that he had at one point married a woman named Mary Wortley Montagu for love.

The TARDIS translation circuit has a swear filter.

The Seventh Doctor gave his companion Raine presents for every birthday she had growing up.

The Fifth Doctor had been teaching Adric how to fly the TARDIS. During simulations, Adric kept killing everyone while in flight.

The Tenth Doctor kept Winnie the Pooh bed linens on the TARDIS.

Teddy Acree stated that the Eighth Doctor had "destroyed millions and killed himself twice." This was set before the audios, where he would do this several more times.

The Eleventh Doctor once speculated that Gavrilo Princip had been conditioned by the Daleks to assassinate Archduke Franz Ferdinand with the intent of plunging Earth into war, which the Daleks would have used to their advantage. This notion was never confirmed to be true however.

Becky was the Sixth Doctor's dance teacher (and paradoxically the Sixth Doctor was her dance teacher). She is one of the few people the Doctor entertained potentially having a romantic relationship with, but he discarded the notion quickly. She knew what his real name was.

The Fifth Doctor was once mistaken for a hired assassin called the Scorpion. Although he had begun to deny this, Nyssa went along with their assumption, saying that she was his apprentice, the bloodthirsty Nyssa the Destroyer.

Grace Holloway came up with the alias Dr. James Alistair Bowman for the Eighth Doctor while trying to get into the New Year's Eve party. He would continue to use this as an alias occasionally throughout this regeneration.

Roberta Sampson was a young werewolf who became Susan's friend. When she transformed, the First Doctor shot her in the leg with silver bullets and went on trial for her murder. The Second, Third, Fifth, and Eighth Doctors infiltrated the jury to ensure he would be found not guilty.

Despite being Susan's son, Alex was only 7% Gallifreyan. He had one heart, no telepathic skills, and couldn't regenerate.

The Doctor and other Time Lords have body temperatures of about 15 degrees C.

The Eighth Doctor has worn blue eye shadow before.

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[thesimline]

I've been inspired by the latest resurgence of appreciation for Baz Luhrmann's 90s retelling of Romeo & Juliet. The film has such a unique and dazzling style, so it's great to see a younger audience enjoying it. The juxtaposition of the laid back LA style of the Montagues with the Latin cowboy aesthetic of the Capulets is a feast for the eyes.

OUTFIT RESOURCES

Juliet: Hair | Necklace (TSR) | Dress (TSR)

Romeo (Header): Hair | Armour (TSR)

Romeo: Hair | Top (Bowling Night) | Necklace (TSR) | Pants (Incheon Arrivals) | Shoes (Base Game)

Mercutio: Hair (retired - direct download) | Shirt & Under Shirt | Gun Holster | Necklace | Rings (Get Famous) | Pants (Base Game) | Shoes (Get Together)

Party Mercutio: Hair | Choker (Fashion Street) | Dress | Gloves | Stockings (TSR) | Shoes

Tybalt: Hair (retired - direct download) | Top | Gun Holster | Necklace (TSR) | Rings (Base Game & My Wedding Stories) | Pants (Get To Work) | Belt Holster | Boots (StrangerVille)

Sampson: Hair | Top (TSR) | Necklace (TSR) | Rings (Base Game & My Wedding Stories) | Watch (Get Famous) | Pants (Snowy Escape) Shoes (Base Game)

With thanks to some amazing creators: @simstrouble @trillyke @pralinesims @ice-creamforbreakfast @greenllamas @serenity-cc @jius-sims @its-adrienpastel @bimbosimbo

[blueflower-sprite]

If Monster High was doing Romeo and Juliet...

There would be like, Drama in the drama. Like, seriously, have you ever seen an episode of Monster High where all is just peaceful or in harmony with the hallway ? Is Shakespeare a dignified tea party also ? What can POSSIBLY GO WRONG with Monster High and Shakespeare blended together ? Poor Mr. Where, he's like, the only responsible adult in this whole mess, and not for too long....

MAIN ROLES

Juliet Capulet - Draculaura. She was the first to apply for the project, so Mr. Where give her the role of Juliet ! She ALREADY played Juliet, of course, but she promised to Clawd that she will be the one to schedule they're next romantic date.... And you ask, ''but, he know right ?''.... ha ha.... No.

Romeo Montague - Clawd Wolf. You know, there is some darkest hours in you're relationship's status, a time when you need to partake into the strange fantaisies of you're loved one. Clawd love Draculaura, but he know that he is going to die very soon, truly a true Romeo move.

Juliet Capulet (Second Part) - Kieran Valentine. This was part of his therapy, okay ?

Romeo Montague (Second Part) - Spelldon Cauldronello. Mother Circe recently taught him Divination. And he know there will be, like, real Drama. He's here for that... And for Kieran Valentine's booty.

ROLES OF CHAOTIC ALIGNEMENT

Rosaline - Abbey Bominable. Mr. Where say that she will not speak, and she don't want to waste oxygen on such silly things or being the romantic playground of a ''Shakespeare'' somebody... Rosaline is her spirit animal.

The Nurse - Clawdeen Wolf. It's possible that she want some claws on the matter with Draculaura and her brother. It"s seems to be closely related to some weird family-teenage matters, or just a upcoming prediction of Clawd's difficult encounter with theater...

Capulet (Patriarch) - Bram Devein. A weird Belfry Prep thing about being the masters of something.... But there is a problem, he didn't read the end of the play.

Montague (Patriarch) - Romulus. A weird Crescent Moon High's habit about having a eye on Belfry Prep.... But there is a problem, he didn't read the end of the play.

Prince(ss) Escalus - Amanita Nightshade wanted the best role, because Amanita can't end or be loved by only one, she is too bootiful for that ! So she wanted to be THE PRINCESS. And she was merciful, she only changed the gender, not the name ! Now, Mr. Where is praying that she don't want anything MORE.

Count Paris - Catrine DeMew. She wanted to explore some ''orientation theories'' by playing a potential suitor and viewing the effect between ''role and gender''. Mr. Where didn't ask anything about this.

Mercutio - Purrsephone. Apparently there is some minor conflicts between her and her twin, so she is her for the catharsis.

Tybalt - Meowlody. Apparently there is some minor conflicts between her and her twin, so she is her for the catharsis.

Lady Capulet - Heaths Burns.... This was that or detention and a word for the parent. He choose the first because he didn't want to lose his new Gamegore yet. But Mr. Where is seriously asking himself if this is a good idea....

Lady Montague - Gigi Grant. She just want to experience Theater, so a little role is best. Hope she will have a first good impression...

Benvolio - Toralei Stripes. This time, no mischief.... She just want to see the dynamics between the twins.

Balthasar - Ghoulia Yelps. She want to experience a new hypothetical mechanic for zombie's language on stage ! Mr. Where didn't have his word about that, because Mr. Rotter is the one whose class is concerned about the project.

Peter - Manny Taur didn't read anything about Romeo and Juliet, but this is his last chance to prove to Iris that he is a sentimental Monster.... He just hope is character is one of those who die.

Friar Laurence - Jackson Jeckyll. Well... This everyone's hope at least.

Abram and Friar John - Quill Tarantyno. Because hey, Backgrounders need love, too !

Gregory and Sampson - Astranova and Djinni Whisp Grant. Astranova is there for the experience, Djinni is just there because she know there will be some deep gay vibes between Spelldon and Kieran, and she don't want to lose or miss is bet with Casta.

Other Roles - You know, these benevolent souls are actually part of the few one who actually care about Shakespeare. But, Alas, with all the chaos that will probably occur very soon, I doubt that they will be recognized for such passion and bravery.... And there is no enough budget for backgrounders.

OTHERS

Technician and special effects - Invisi Billy, who is probably the secret nephew or blood-relative of the teacher at this point.

Prompter (aka. the litteral ghoul that save you're ass when you don't know you're text) - Scarah Screams. She will be so valuable for all that is going to happens.... Or maybe Invisi Billy will be too much of a distraction.

Well.... This is all for me. Goodnight. I didn't put all the cast, sorry. If you have some ideas, you can propose you're own version of this mess. I'm going to sleep, personally.

To be or not be, here's the question that nobody ask to a skull to begin with.

[socialshakespeare]

Reading 1: Friday, July 12

The first read-through of Romeo & Juliet.

(Most of you are double or triple cast, so double check which lines you have to read.) You can look up the lines of the characters here. The names listed below all go with the Folger Edition. We will post line changes and cuts shortly.

Please submit your confirmation or any request to understudy here. If you’re in any doubt, please ask.

Times and time zones:

EDT (US): 2:00 PM CDT (US): 1:00 PM MDT (US): 12:00 PM PDT (US): 11:00 AM BST (UK): 7:00 PM AEST (AU): 4:00 AM (Saturday, July 13)

Leader: @actorinfluence

Romeo, 3rd Musician: Gabby C Juliet, Lady Montague: @thehamletdiaries Friar Lawrence, 2nd Servingman, Citizen(s): @the-lincyclopedia Mercutio, 2nd Musician, Gregory, Page: @theshakespearetrash Nurse, Abram, 3rd Watch: @bottomoftheriverbed Lord Capulet, Petruchio, 2nd Watch: @cabbage-rhymes Benvolio, 1st Musician, Balthasar: @actorinfluence Paris, Lord Montague, Peter, Capulet's Cousin, Chorus: @hamletkin Prince Escalus, Tybalt, (1st) Servingman, Friar John, Apothecary: @wandererimsternenmeer Lady Capulet, Sampson, 1st Watch, 3rd Servingman: @thestorywitch Understudy: @captainminette

Please submit your confirmation here. - liking/reblogging this post does not count!

Read the Guidelines. To avoid the differences between editions that make for confusion and missed cues, please use the Folger edition of Romeo & Juliet during the read-through.

Be on time, be prepared, and make sure you know which lines to read. Good luck!

[boomhoon]

currently trying to cram a 10 minute slideshow presentation in two hours, i’m on slide 6 out of like 20 😭

romeo and juliet act 1, scene 1 under cut cause why not. Guys does this count as plagiarism? will i get sued? we’ll find out on the next episode of dbz

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PROLOGUE

Two households, both alike in dignity,

In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,

From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;

Whose misadventured piteous overthrows

Do with their death bury their parents' strife.

The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,

And the continuance of their parents' rage,

Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,

Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;

The which if you with patient ears attend,

What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

SCENE I. Verona. A public place.

Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers

SAMPSON

Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.

GREGORY

No, for then we should be colliers.

SAMPSON

I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.

GREGORY

Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.

SAMPSON

I strike quickly, being moved.

GREGORY

But thou art not quickly moved to strike.

SAMPSON

A dog of the house of Montague moves me.

GREGORY

To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:

therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.

SAMPSON

A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will

take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.

GREGORY

That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes

to the wall.

SAMPSON

True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels,

are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push

Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids

to the wall.

GREGORY

The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.

SAMPSON

'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I

have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the

maids, and cut off their heads.

GREGORY

The heads of the maids?

SAMPSON

Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads;

take it in what sense thou wilt.

GREGORY

They must take it in sense that feel it.

SAMPSON

Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and

'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.

GREGORY

'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou

hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes

two of the house of the Montagues.

SAMPSON

My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.

GREGORY

How! turn thy back and run?

SAMPSON

Fear me not.

GREGORY

No, marry; I fear thee!

SAMPSON

Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.

GREGORY

I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as

they list.

SAMPSON

Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them;

which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.

Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR

ABRAHAM

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

SAMPSON

I do bite my thumb, sir.

ABRAHAM

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

SAMPSON

[Aside to GREGORY] Is the law of our side, if I say

ay?

GREGORY

No.

SAMPSON

No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I

bite my thumb, sir.

GREGORY

Do you quarrel, sir?

ABRAHAM

Quarrel sir! no, sir.

SAMPSON

If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.

ABRAHAM

No better.

SAMPSON

Well, sir.

GREGORY

Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen.

SAMPSON

Yes, better, sir.

ABRAHAM

You lie.

SAMPSON

Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.

They fight

Enter BENVOLIO

BENVOLIO

Part, fools!

Put up your swords; you know not what you do.

Beats down their swords

Enter TYBALT

TYBALT

What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?

Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.

BENVOLIO

I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,

Or manage it to part these men with me.

TYBALT

What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,

As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:

Have at thee, coward!

They fight

Enter, several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs

First Citizen

Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!

Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!

Enter CAPULET in his gown, and LADY CAPULET

CAPULET

What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!

LADY CAPULET

A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?

CAPULET

My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,

And flourishes his blade in spite of me.

Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE

MONTAGUE

Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let me go.

LADY MONTAGUE

Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.

Enter PRINCE, with Attendants

PRINCE

Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,

Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--

Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,

That quench the fire of your pernicious rage

With purple fountains issuing from your veins,

On pain of torture, from those bloody hands

Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,

And hear the sentence of your moved prince.

Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,

By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,

Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,

And made Verona's ancient citizens

Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,

To wield old partisans, in hands as old,

Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:

If ever you disturb our streets again,

Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.

For this time, all the rest depart away:

You Capulet; shall go along with me:

And, Montague, come you this afternoon,

To know our further pleasure in this case,

To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.

Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.

Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIO

MONTAGUE

Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?

Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?

BENVOLIO

Here were the servants of your adversary,

And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:

I drew to part them: in the instant came

The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared,

Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,

He swung about his head and cut the winds,

Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn:

While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,

Came more and more and fought on part and part,

Till the prince came, who parted either part.

LADY MONTAGUE

O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?

Right glad I am he was not at this fray.

BENVOLIO

Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun

Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,

A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;

Where, underneath the grove of sycamore

That westward rooteth from the city's side,

So early walking did I see your son:

Towards him I made, but he was ware of me

And stole into the covert of the wood:

I, measuring his affections by my own,

That most are busied when they're most alone,

Pursued my humour not pursuing his,

And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.

MONTAGUE

Many a morning hath he there been seen,

With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.

Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;

But all so soon as the all-cheering sun

Should in the furthest east begin to draw

The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,

Away from the light steals home my heavy son,

And private in his chamber pens himself,

Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out

And makes himself an artificial night:

Black and portentous must this humour prove,

Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

BENVOLIO

My noble uncle, do you know the cause?

MONTAGUE

I neither know it nor can learn of him.

BENVOLIO

Have you importuned him by any means?

MONTAGUE

Both by myself and many other friends:

But he, his own affections' counsellor,

Is to himself--I will not say how true--

But to himself so secret and so close,

So far from sounding and discovery,

As is the bud bit with an envious worm,

Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,

Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.

Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow.

We would as willingly give cure as know.

Enter ROMEO

BENVOLIO

See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;

I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.

MONTAGUE

I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,

To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.

Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE

BENVOLIO

Good-morrow, cousin.

ROMEO

Is the day so young?

BENVOLIO

But new struck nine.

ROMEO

Ay me! sad hours seem long.

Was that my father that went hence so fast?

BENVOLIO

It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?

ROMEO

Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

BENVOLIO

In love?

ROMEO

Out--

BENVOLIO

Of love?

ROMEO

Out of her favour, where I am in love.

BENVOLIO

Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,

Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!

ROMEO

Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,

Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!

Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?

Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.

Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.

Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!

O any thing, of nothing first create!

O heavy lightness! serious vanity!

Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!

Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,

sick health!

Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!

This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

Dost thou not laugh?

BENVOLIO

No, coz, I rather weep.

ROMEO

Good heart, at what?

BENVOLIO

At thy good heart's oppression.

ROMEO

Why, such is love's transgression.

Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,

Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest

With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown

Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.

Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;

Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;

Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:

What is it else? a madness most discreet,

A choking gall and a preserving sweet.

Farewell, my coz.

BENVOLIO

Soft! I will go along;

An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.

ROMEO

Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;

This is not Romeo, he's some other where.

BENVOLIO

Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.

ROMEO

What, shall I groan and tell thee?

BENVOLIO

Groan! why, no.

But sadly tell me who.

ROMEO

Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:

Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!

In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.

BENVOLIO

I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.

ROMEO

A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.

BENVOLIO

A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.

ROMEO

Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit

With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit;

And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,

From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.

She will not stay the siege of loving terms,

Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,

Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:

O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,

That when she dies with beauty dies her store.

BENVOLIO

Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?

ROMEO

She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,

For beauty starved with her severity

Cuts beauty off from all posterity.

She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,

To merit bliss by making me despair:

She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow

Do I live dead that live to tell it now.

BENVOLIO

Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.

ROMEO

O, teach me how I should forget to think.

BENVOLIO

By giving liberty unto thine eyes;

Examine other beauties.

ROMEO

'Tis the way

To call hers exquisite, in question more:

These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows

Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;

He that is strucken blind cannot forget

The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:

Show me a mistress that is passing fair,

What doth her beauty serve, but as a note

Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?

Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.

BENVOLIO

I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.

Exeunt

[cto10121]

R&J Clown Takes Round ♾️ + Part 13

I’m back!!!! It’s been awhile, but I wanted some fresh takes for once instead of another round of stale clownery. Featuring R&J Glorifying Suicide(tm) and It’s A Tragedy, Actually, Not A Love Story, but funnier. On nom nom away

Clown OP is definitely one of those who would think Brutus was honorable for committing suicide at the end of Julius Caesar but clutches their pearls when two teens do it for love.

So, no, R&J is not even about suicide, much less glorifying it. Nowhere in the play does R&J glorify suicide or death—on the contrary, Juliet freaks out when thinking about being buried alive in the tomb and Romeo speaks with horror of the tomb in pretty much the same language. Hell, it isn’t really even about death. Suicide is a means to an end—being with each other. If things were different, they would never even think of the possibility.

Tell me you’re American without telling me you’re American—

Juliet fell in love with Romeo when Paris was a vague twinkle in their parents’ eye. They only decided to have her married off after she and Romeo fell in love and consummated their union.

That would have instantly dissolved at the slightest hardship. Polycules are notoriously fragile. Also Rosaline is literally sworn to chastity, so thanks for the erasure. Also, also, Juliet canonically can’t stand Paris.

Sampson and Gregory joking about killing and raping Montague women is such a knee-slapper, I agree! Seriously, the only laughter I can see emanating from the Theater at the time would be derisive (maybe the creeps and dude bros would be validated, idk). They are so clearly drawn to be stupid boors you’re not supposed to like, it’s more of a satire than anything else.

Rebranded As A Love Story!!!!!

“Rebranded as a love story” “Playing hockey” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I CAN’T

So anyway, for the 500th time, Shakespeare totally shipping Romeo and Juliet together is as canonical as you can get.

As for hockey buddies…well, you’ve got a point there. Because hockey buddies would totally fake their deaths and commit suicide for each other. Hockey is that emotional a sport.

Fiction /= real life is an equation too complicated for Clown OP. This has to be trolling.

[definitelynotshouting]

OUGHHH sorry to be on anon, I need to make a proper tumblr to talk to people in hermitblr but currently I only have a sideblog and am not gonna expose my ten year old main aklsdjhfdklas, but I am the author of the romeo and juliet au tysm you made my heart grow warm and fuzzy and then explode I've never seen my fic mentioned out in te wild before <33333

to fuel ur theatre au brainworms, in the romeo and juliet au: mercutio is bdubs + benvolio is cleo, and jimmy and joel are sampson and gregory (two capulets from the start of the play they're such dumbasses my absolute beloveds), so we've got the design philosophy of the montagues and the capulets mirroring the aesthetics of the family and the bad boysss. (I never came up with a design for bad boy!Ren when he steps in as Tybalt instead of Grian during show week but I feel it's not too hard to imagine hehe)

but also (separately from that au, because I saw other talk of the life series and theatre and plays on ur blog) I constantly think about the life series as a greek tragedy, specifically in relation to the purpose of the series' inevitable tragedy being catharsis for the watchers (with the watchers also being literally the viewers). we love to see them suffer!!! but there's also a bunch of politics surrounding greek tragedies that Plato and Aristotle had discourse about that you can rope into it and tldr; my understanding is catharsis was Aristotle's answer to Plato's concern that tragedies' emotive affect could encourage rebellion against the state, with Aristotle saying that instead the cycle of pity and fear and eventual catharsis felt by the audience has a "purifying" effect that's like an emotional release from those emotions instead. Then with the extra layer of lore the fandom has surrounding Grian running away from the watchers, if Grian designs the life games, to the end of sating the watchers' need to emotionally feed (thank you Martyn for that piece of lore I'm stealing it jkfhdsk), the purpose of the games could be the cleansing of the watchers' discomfort with him running away and being a player and maintaining the status quo where Grian is actually the one in control !!!! even if he makes himself suffer. also different characters "curses" as their harmatia!! And, if we interpret the watchers as a fictional force AND the viewers simultaneously, then the chorus could absolutely be watchers who are vocal in the fandom - removed from the "players" (and OH how I love the dual meaning of minecraft players and players as in actors) but providing additional commentary and insight into what's happening that further feeds the emotional experience of the audience !!

alsooooo if you don't know the show "& Juliet" scar and grian are ALSO romeo and juliet in that to me, it's their last life/early double life era </3

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YOOOOOOOOO HELLO OP YOUR FIC IS AMAZING AND IM GLAD I COULD REC IT BC IT DESERVES RECOGNIZED!!!!! Also all of this is AMAZING im so obsessed with bdubs being mercutio and cleo being benvolio. Thats incredible like HELLO????? based choices tbh thats so fun

Also super obsessed with the meta of plays feeding into the watcher canon (and im STILL not over martyn somehow accidentally canonizing a key element of my au, this is insane, i came up with the idea for watchers feeding on player emotions in SEPTEMBER OF LAST YEAR), thats so fucking neat, i love a good tragedy OUGHHHHH its so compelling.

Also no worries about being on anon!!!! I did that too before i finally cleaned up my main blog so all the posts were privated, and then changed my url to match this one so ppl would recognize me WHEEEEEZE. Smth that helped me was tagging my own sideblog in anon asks i sent, so ppl would know it was me, and i'd get the notif when it got answered. Ofc you might not be comfortable linking your sideblog, but if you ever made one you wanted to sign off with, thats the option i used for a while before using mass post editor to private my entire main blog!!!!

theatre theatre theatre!!! Your ideas are SO pog and cool my dude feel free to ramble to me any time :]

[gremlinenthusiast]

My D&D Party Nonsense

Cibal montague: The mostly pacifist Halfling Rogue / Artificer Cibal was my first ever Dnd character, he's a middle aged man who likes woodcarving and carpentry; he's a great shot with a crossbow and he's the product of a mostly isolated halfling village called Cobbleston. He started the campaign without any real concept of what death was, or at least didn't understand that it was a bad thing to kill someone and experienced an immense change in his morals early on, quickly becoming a pacifist and the moral compass of the entire party by default, despite the fact that he had 0 charisma and little to no understanding about the world. Among a bunch of things, here are the highlights of Cibal's experiences throughout the campaign -Received a prophecy from his lying alcoholic grandfather (No one including Cibal knew his name so he was just called Grandpa Montague) that he would leave the village he grew up in, go on an adventure and lose his arm in the process. -Skinned a kobold while they were asleep because he though they were already dead (the screams haunted him for months) -Got his hand covered in Tarrasque semen, which was pitch black and could be manipulated in all sorts of strange ways (Including forming it into a massive ballista that he and his party used to kill an avatar of yog-sothoth) -Set fire to a city in the underdark with alcohol produced by an alchemy jug (Everyone told him it was stupid, he showed them) -Absorbed more Tarrasque semen into his hand turning it gold -Made a direct threat to Asmodeus, the ruler of the nine hells. (He later got his shit kicked in for it) -After nearly losing his arm several times, Cibal started to warm up to the idea and decided to fulfill his grandpa's prophecy himself (He cut his Tarrasque arm off and stuffed it into a jar) and made a new mechanical arm out of wood and put a stored a bunch of gadgets in it. -Got his Tarrasque jar turned into five little Cibal clones made of Terrasque jizz that he could command -Briefly became a cleric of Pelor and found out he was kind of a celebrity among the gods. -Befriended a crystal Dragon which he named Scrontar (At the suggestion of his Grandpa) and took the form of a small crystal halfling -Died twice. The first time was in a fight with the humanoid form of his party member Wulfram's evil sword, the second time was when he made an attempt to stop a world wide calamity by reasoning with the beings that controlled the time stream, but he failed and got permanently erased from existence, which also meant no one remembered him or any of the things he did throughout the campaign, but the things he did still happened, they were just attributed to other people. :(

Cibal died permanently, so he never got an epilogue like his party members, however he did leave behind a litter of part Halfling - part Death slaad children (FIY Death Slaads are freaky frog monsters that don't have a canon breeding method, though other slaads just put tadpoles into humans, turning them into more slaads, but the DM and I decided that the circumstances of this Death slaad were more dire, so rather than putting a tadpole in one humanoid to make one death slaad, it made the much more desperate play of stealing Cibal's DNA to make a litter half-Slaad babies that feasted on its corpse after they were born.) After Cibal found a bunch of weird little gremlin monsters that had a striking resemblance to him in a tower near Cobbleston, he took them all home and raised them as his own kids (because it was pretty obvious that they were) They retained most of the memories from their Slaad half and matured shockingly quickly, within two years they were all basically full adults, with leathery patches of skin and yellow eyes. Cibal's kids are portrayed in the image above, from left to right they are: -Sampson Montague (The runt of the litter and the most physically similar to Cibal) -Yogma Montague (Named by Grandpa Montague and strived to become the first mayor of Cobbleston -Esmerelda Montague (considered the eldest sibling and has the most monsterous features, as well as powerful wild magic, After Cibal Died, Esmerelda took his place in the party and got up to all sorts of shenanigans) Montag (Monty) Montague (The most notable thing he inherited from his father were the bags under his eyes) Mandy Montague (Cibal's most well adjusted and normal child, she liked making clothes) The little mustached Halfling between Monty and Mandy is Grandpa Montague: It was eventually revealed to Cibal that Grandpa montague wasn't actually his Grandpa. When Cibal was young, Grandpa Montague told him that his parents ran away from home and never came back, this wasn't true, the truth was that Grandpa Montague was Cibal's dad and told Cibal that he was his Grandpa. Cibal never learned why, and he figured there probably wasn't an answer. Cibal never got used to calling Grandpa Montague anything other than Grandpa, even after learning his real name, Preator.

These are all the different forms that CIbal's right hand took throughout the campaign. 1. Normal 2. Terrasque hand v.1 3. Terrasque hand v.2 4. Wooden hand 5. Gloved hand After being revived the first time, Cibal had his arm back and while he wasn't crazy enough to cut it off twice, it bothered him sometimes, so he covered it up with a glove in the hopes that it would help him ignore it.

[romeoeatzkorn]

Lovers trying to make dinner

(They failed miserably 💔💔)

[danyayeni2]

I don’t think he knows how to interact with others

[veronabeachwherewelayourscene]

[danyayeni]

Grimielle info:

-Goth

-a bit of a car fanatic

-Is around the age of Tybalt

-either close friends with Tybalt or dating tybalt (possibly friends to lovers)

-Can shift reality, in some way? Not really? I mean, she is involved with having powers and such, but it’s ehhh

-If she was an animal, she’d be a bat

-She likes causing mischief sometimes! -is known for collecting trinkets and other things

-She’s on good terms with mercutio and the other Montagues, except Sampson, who broke one of her cds as a prank

-Likewise, she’s also on good terms with the Capulets, except Gloria Capulet (she thinks Grimielle is weird)

-Grimielle’s old name was Milliene Avery Johnson, but changed it after having problems with her parents

-Grimielle doesn’t really have a gender, but is okay with she/her, or any other pronouns

-She also goes by Hecate, who is the Greek Goddess of magic, witchcraft, the night, moon, ghosts and necromancy.

[balladofavaritia]

co-writers: @vincentholdsapen, @vixx-ari

Ebenezer Scrooge captured the Phantasim of Sloth two years ago, and the title of Chainbreaker has only brought the weight of more burdens to be rested upon him.

Now more experienced and knowledgeable in the ways of the afterlife. Scrooge must learn to navigate his own heart and the hearts of others to bring forth the equality that has been sorely lacking... all while dealing with his own search for answers he yearned for so, so long ago.

But will he like what he sees? None can say...

[SNIPPET UNDER THE CUT]

If one were to ask, ‘twould be the summer of 1856. A remarkable time for one in the passing realm of mortality. The Black Sea had become detached, retained by none but the grasp of Mother Nature itself. Livingstone’s odyssey across the African continent was soon to come to an end, and with it a treasure trove of knowledge and insights. Ever loyal and ever victorious soldiers returned home from a gruesome war to receive valorous crosses of the highest honor ever bestowed.

The world continued upon its merry pace, changing and growing. Wanting of nothing and ignorant of everything. Ceaseless in humanity’s endeavours to push themselves further and further into their inevitable end.

Yet when the light of innovation illuminates the brightest corners of civilisation, so too can it cast the darkest shadows of consequence. And when that light fades, those selfsame shadows grow and change like cursed troglodytes that morphed into harbingers of doom. It is in these shadows that new horrors emerge, unforeseen and unbidden, born from the seeds of progress sown with the best intentions.

You need not know the names of these Avaritions, and I shall elect not to speak further upon them. It is not that they are unimportant, mind! Anyone can gain the capacity to be a protagonist in their own tale. Nay, I do not speak their name because if I shall, they would detract from their true purpose as mere fodder for the narrative I wish to tell. Is it most definitely unfair to them? Most likely. But does an audience care for Sampson and Gregory of the Capulets? Or Abraham and Balthasar of the Montagues? Of course not, for they only wish to gaze upon with eagle eyes the tragic fate of their star-crossed heroes. If they were to even be called heroes, in that regard.

Perhaps they were to steal from an unsuspecting and feeble old woman. Perhaps they were to vandalise the sacred walls of a holy temple. Or perhaps they were just two fettered spirits going about on their business without a care in the world, their untoward misdeeds nothing but mere happenstance, a fluke of a crime that was still a crime.

Regardless of the reasons, it mattered not what they had perpetrated, for they had disrupted the normal flow of the realms and risked the safety of mortals. And unwarranted actions required warranted consequences.

"Forgive me, good sirs..."

He spoke with a calm cadence towards them, undisturbed like that of a gentle pond even as he tilted his top hat up with a gloved hand to reveal his oceanic gaze aged by time. He did not waver even when they fought back with the rage of flames unforgiving, or the sting of ice unfeeling. His spear gleamed with a golden glow even amidst the dark of the alley, and the chains that shot from behind him — emitting a resplendent brilliance all of its own — splayed out like the wings of a mighty dragon, or the tentacles of some unholy beast.

Whatever the image the Avaritions must have thought of when they looked upon him with their feeble and fearful imaginations, it did not matter; their fate would remain the same when one gains the attention of the Chainbreaker.

"...but I fear I must take you in for the sake of my clientele. I do hope you'll understand."

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