Retweeting This Because Im About To Refer To It Again

retweeting this because I’m about to refer to it again

toying around with a swap au version of Hamlet. haven't really worked out the details, but imagining it'd be a Hamlet-Ophelia centric swap of parts: Ophelia (and Laertes is probably in on it to) tearing her life apart in her quest to revenge her dead parent with Hamlet as the cast aside lover, heartbroken and trying to seek out the truth in her love.

When Hamlet's father is killed, he spirals much faster, for two main reasons.

one: this time he knows that it was murder from the moment he finds out, and

two: not only was his father murdered and his corpse desecrated, but the one responsible was none other than the one he thought he loved.

Needless to say, it's no surprise when Horatio finds him on the roof.

Hamlet pales and trembles in the cold, wild eyes fixed on seeming vacancy: the prince's hair seems to stand on its very ends. He's ill-dressed for the conditions, and he looks ghastly, to say the least.

Horatio's heart could weep at the sight of him. He'd seemingly gone mad ever since the death of his father, and Horatio was finding it harder and harder to place his friend by the day. His appearance disheveled, his mirth dissipated, his discussions once scholarly and philosophical in nature now distracted ramblings with a morbid tendency to fixate on death. Lord knows where he'd found an actual skull from, and why he'd decided to bring it into the castle, all covered in muck and mud like a buried thing.

Now the rain and wind whip around his face and clothing, thin, white, and practically transparent in its wetness. Hamlet had startled at Horatio's arrival, but now he points. He points at the empty air in front of him.

He sees a ghost, he says. He sees his father, he says.

Horatio tries to convince him that it's only in his mind's eye, but his friend is too far gone. There's a wild desperation in his eyes, matched only by a sadness that seems to stretch into some neverending abyss.

Horatio has a bad feeling about this.

Hamlet begins to move, saying the ghost beckons him to follow, it won't talk to him in the presence of others. Horatio tells him that's it's a bad idea, and that he may find himself led somewhere dangerous, and he should really come back with him inside.

The prince doesn't listen, and begins to run, across the castle roof, towards some figment of the imagination, away from Horatio.

He's nearing an edge when Horatio catches him, tackling him to the ground. The two scuffle as Horatio pleads, begs him not to go. The wind is loud and the rain stings, and the fight continues until Horatio suddenly finds his throat on the other end of a blade; the prince has drawn his sword upon him.

He'll make a ghost of anyone that lets him, he threatens.

And Horatio's never seen this look in his friend's eyes, a pure, unfiltered hatred directed towards him, he's never been on the other end of his anger. He's frozen in complete shock, and Hamlet seizes the opportunity, turning and sprinting.

The prince chases the ghost, and follows it off the edge.

By the time Horatio sits up, all that lies before him is the night, the rain, and the empty castle roof. Only a thin railing separates him from a lethal drop, and if he wanted to, he could be over it in mere seconds. He can't move, he can barely think, and somehow he can't even bring himself to feel anything at all. It's not real to him, not yet. All he can think about is how he'll be the one to relay the news.

What does he do now?

What does he tell them?

The Prince of Denmark has fallen from great height, following his father's ghost into an early grave.

personal reminder to listen to this tomorrow

made a playlist that's just songs that mention anything related to hamlet...i probably missed a LOT so please let me know what i've missed. i've lost my mind

Hamlet, but Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Marty and Jennyfer from Back to the Future.

Jet and Zuko have such an incredibly funny dynamic to me. because it feels like the dynamic of two characters who never interacted in canon so the fandom came up with a bunch of headcanons for how they would interact (with very homosexual undertones) except. it’s actually canon. it actually happened. if you get what I’m trying to say.

like Jet, hotheaded and fiery boy with a bone to pick with the Fire Nation practically FLIRTING with Secretly The Actual Fire Prince Of The Actual Fire Nation himself Zuko who hasn’t even scratched the surface of how much Jet hates firebenders and simply just doesn’t like him back the same way. like Jet is fully like heyyy handsome you dual wield i dual wield you should totally join my team of ragtag Robin Hood wannabes and Zuko is like. I can’t exactly tell you why. but for some reason I just don’t think it would work out. no I don’t wanna kiss I’m good actually.

GWEN BOUCHARD WOULD LIKE HAMLET WE WIN!!!1! hang on i have to draw some thematic parallels now the situation calls for it

hii anusia :) i have a question: which shakespeare play do you think would be gwen’s favourite? if she even liked any at all, that is

p.s. i love gwen so much, you’ve done an incredible job bringing her to life, the voice acting in the recent ep especially was AMAZING

I think she'd really like Hamlet, have a soft spot for As You Like It, and also enjoy Julius Caesar, King Lear, and Macbeth.

Maybe I'm biased though, as those are some of my favourites (as well as The Tempest - the language is just STUNNING).

And thank you so much! Gwen is on a wild ride at the moment, and it's a joy to portray it.

the VERY first time I watched ATLA i had mixed feelings about Jin and Zuko being an item. but the ship has very quickly grown on me over time and it’s now in contention for my favourite Zuko ship ‼️ and top 3 easily. they’re invading my dreams. non-figuratively.

and by that i mean i had an actual dream while in bed asleep about them last night. that Jin was waiting in line at the coffee shop and when she got to the front of the line and Zuko asked for her order, she told him she’d waited in line just to see his face. which made him blush and then he went behind the counter and got a cup of tea that had already been waiting because he’d seen her standing in line and had prepared her favourite flavour which was her usual order. and then he gave it to her on the house.

maybe if i cross my fingers very hard and wish upon a star i can pretend they get back together post-canon further in the future. while writing this i have come to the realisation that they’re literally the coffeeshop au ship of the fandom. except again it’s canon.