Two Cacti Both Alike In Dignity...

Two Cacti both alike in dignity...

Romeo and Juliet  FB-Cacti Cast!- because this is obviously important

Romeo and Juliet as couple:

Romeo:

Juliet:

Friar Lawrence:

Nurse:

Tybalt:

Mercutio:

Benvolio:

Bonus: The Nightingale and not the lark

( this was a co-work with @miertnemabszurd ^^)

Everyday i wake up and everyday i see bad r&j takes

I’m such a fucking simp.

@ethereal-deadly-clover knows for who

Has anyone ever considered what would have happened if not Romeo had gotten Mercutio and Tybalt, but Juliet, who on her way back from church saw the fight and rushed by  to stop it?  Seeing Mercutio and her cousin attacking each other she  tries to get between them.The two men, so focused on each other,only notice her when it is too late.

It is impossible to tell whose rapier got her, both already covered with blood due to some scratching, but the next moment the young girl goes to her knees, bleeding. She is immediately caught by her panicking cousin who, horror struck cradles her in his arms, while calling for someone to fetch a doctor. Romeo, after being petrified for a moment, rushes to Juliet’s side, grabs her hand and wants to take her in his arms, which makes Tybalt at the same time confused and furious. He would like to slab Romeo, but won’t let go of Juliet and when Juliet suddenly takes Romeo’s hand, smiling through her pain  saying “Tybalt, it’s fine, we’re married”. The young man is dumbfounded, but let’s  Romeo hold her now.

Juliet dies, holding her husband’s and cousin’s hand before Mercutio and Benvolio return with the doctor. For a moment a strange silence hovers over the place. No sound, not even a rustling of leaves can be heard. It is as if the whole world has died with the young girl, and for some people it has.It is the nurse’s sobbing that breaks the deathly spell eventually, and activity returns. Friar Lawrence is called to break the news to her parents. Tybalt insists on carrying her home, Romeo tagging along, still holding her hand, Mercutio and Benvolio, unable to understand what has happened and unwilling to leave their friend alone, following at a distance.So it comes that in the end Capulets and Montagues alike stand grieving around the corpse, all of them escort her to her grave.

The following weeks are like an evil dream for Romeo and Tybalt, and nothing seems real. Benvolio is commuting between Romeo and Mercuto, trying to comfort both and not having much success (Mercutio is still haunted by the possibilty that it was him who killed the girl) while the nurse is ceaselessly watching Tybalt, fearing he might do someting stupid.

One night however, Tybalt escapes his kindly meant prison, he leaps over the wall and runs through the streets when suddenly he crashes into another man. He mumbles a half hearted apology and wants to run along, when suddenly the other man holds him back “Tybalt, stop I was on the way to talk to you!”. He stops abruptly and turns around, now facing Romeo. “And I was on the way to talk to you” Tybalt really had been on the way to the Montagues. He wanted to see Romeo, secretly hoping that he might kill him for what he has done, or if not that at least getting the man his Juliet loved a bit better to know. Romeo’s motives were similar. His love for Juliet was as strong as ever, her death could not change this. The few happy memories of their short time together were treasured in his heart, yet it was painful for him that there was so much about her he would never be able to ask her, never know about her. He had tried speaking to the nurse, but though she had loved Juliet he realised quickly that she loved the child she had once nursed and never really known the woman that she had grown to be. Talking to her parents was out of question, they had made clear that they did not want anything to do with their unwanted son in law and he could not disrespect their wishes. Tybalt therefore was his last hope.

For a moment the young men stare at each other, Tybalt half expecting being pierced by a knife any moment, when Romeo beckons him to follow him to a bench and sitting down says

“Please, tell me about Juliet”

It was the first of many talks.

What if Tybalt and Romeo used to be friends...

I know everyone is busy shipping Tycutio with its wonderful hate love and tragic, however, my brain suddenly decided to make itself sad by imagining the following.

Tybalt and Romeo being (or having been) good friends.

When they both stilll were kids Tybalt and Romeo used to meet each other quite frequently. Tybalt’s parents were still alove at that time, and while his dad knew, that his brother in law had a feud with the Montagues he did not think this cause enough to quarrel with his next door neighbour. Being neither Montague, nor Capulet the family his family got along quite well with everyone. That the Montagues had a boy exactly the age of his own son, was a lucky coincidence, and an even luckier one was that the boys got along very well-and that even though their tempers couldn’t have been more different.

Romeo was always a bit dreamy, and Tybalt a bit hotheaded, so usually it was Romeo who came up with an idea for a game, but while  he was not sure how to deal with the idea Tybalt would put it into action and take charge of the business. The two boys, occasionally joined by Romeo’s cousin Benvolio had a  great many adventures and lots of fun!

However, after the death of Tybalt’s parents’ things changed. Suddenly Tybalt was in the house of his uncle Capulet. He didn’t feel like he belonged there, though his aunt and the nurse tired their best to make him feel at home he knew his uncle disapproved of him. Not openly, mainly it was the sting that Tybalt’s presence reminded him that he did not have a son of his own (anymore) and also he did not like Tybalt’s connections to the Montagues. Desperate to fit in and become part of his new family Tybalt tried to be the perfect Capulet. he stopped seeing his old friends and even became their enemy. That he missed them dreadfully in this lonely afternoons and was filled with jealousy as he saw them  walking round town with this new boy, the prince’s nephew, the show off Mercutio he kept for himself. He told himself a thousand times he hated everything Montague, till he everyone believed him- he almost beleived himself- But only almost.

After the ball Tybalt feels he has once more to protect the familiy’s honour. The fateful duel ensues.

But can you imagine how Romeo must have felt killing in revenge for his best friend his former best friend?