Hello Nell! I absolutely love your writing; your prose mixed with your humor is just so fun and interesting to read, and Iām really enjoying Body Game so far. Your previous WIP, MTIHAE (which I really loved), gave me such a newfound appreciation for Hamlet & Shakespeare in general, and I noticed recently that the blog for it appears to be gone. I was wondering whether that meant you were no longer continuing it? If so, I still wanted to thank you for writing it because there were so many pieces that you wrote that really resonated with me, and Iām looking forward to everything you write in the future as well āŗļø
this is so cute thanks anon
so, yeah, i had a bit of a meltdown and deleted the mtihae blog - i actually didnāt think anyone would even notice but i have had a few asks about it which has made me v goofypool hahaha
i still love mtihae and iām working on porting it to twine, but i think the changes i make are gonna be pretty huge and i donāt know how much itāll look like what i originally had planned. idk i was just getting stressed out with the blog sitting there when i donāt even have that much time to work on it now anyway and progress has been so slow haha.Ā
i also donāt plan to release it as a demo in the choicescript-y style - i think iām gonna try and keep it close to my chest til itās done or close to done? idk iām still working out the details, but iām such a hamlet freak that iāll never be able to properly put it down hahaha
This is Guildenstern from @morethingsgameās interactive fiction WIP. I saw that they wear flowers in their hair and itās just so adorable! I just ā ahh! Iāve been wanting to read this for a while, but I told myself Iād get through the original Hamlet first.
A fanfiction of More Things in Heaven & Earth, a wonderful IF written by @morethingsgame. I originally planned to wait until Laertes appeared more in game to get a better grasp on his personality, but then this and this ask came up, and I decided itās just too hilarious not to be turned into a fanficĀ š
The sky is clear, the wind gentle. Were it not for the deafening racket of some men and women, I could dwell on and on about how beautiful the weather is today.
It is a sight hard to bypass - quite a commotion in our yard. I see some maids and manservants hanging around like bees to this honey called juicy gossip, and while Iād like to believe that Iām the sort of maiden who is beyond tattling, I quickly embrace myself into the flock of these busybodies.
Still, peering to the center of the ruckus, I wish I didnāt notice what was happening so swiftly. I see Laertes. I see a woman, a woman hugging another manās arm, and I immediately figure it out. My dear brother, again with his scandalous venture with yet another lady, only to be faced with the wrath of her man. I would like to say I am shocked, but the sight strikes me with such staggering familiarity, that I find it exasperating to even remark on his indecency.
This is why I always tell him, and forgive me for such crude language of mine, to stop screwing around with madams and maidens, yet my brother would not bother to bat an ear. And... I narrowed my eyes, taking in the womanās pretty feature yet blurry with tears. Is that the same woman at the Autumnās Ball?? The one where he was trolling around smelling like a wicked abomination, while trying to lure lasses to bed?
The memory fills my mind instantly. You see, Laertes was recovering from a cold at the time, and, a thoughtful little sister as I was, I decided it was a wicked opportunity to pull a prank on him. A few twists and turns to his fragrance, and he was already walking around, completely oblivious to the smell that would probably stick to his clothes for quite a few days. Yet he still got the girl even all the oddsā¦ I do not know whether to be irked that my plan had failed, or extremely impressed.
The man, obviously, is not half as impressed as I might be, and I doubt he would be even if he had heard the full tale. I don't know what his relation to the woman is, an old pop or a sprightly spouse, but whatever it is, my goodness does he know his punch. I donāt mean it in a respected sort of way, but Laertes has surely met his opponent this time - that is to say if he even stood a chance! The manās shadow alone topples all over Laertesā figure, and from far away I can already see how hard my brother is struggling.
Let it be a lesson for him - I conclude - Maybe after this ordeal, he would finally know better than to seduce ladies so carelessly all the time. I think to myself as I witness my brotherās pained frown as the man strikes a kick on his stomach, his newly-formed bruise when he gets punched in the left cheek, and a few bleeds that were placed on his skin even before I came into the chaosā¦
God, you have got to be kidding me.
āMy Lady!ā Cries a servant. Her high-pitched voice is booming enough to halt all the movements. All at once, everyone turns to my side.
I cannot identify what kind of expression they make besides the panicked racket, as I am busy crouching, groaning, making my best effort to feign a false heart-attack. Is it the most childish and ridiculous ruse in existence? Yes. Is it effective? Wonderfully.
Laertesā frightful expression takes over my vision as he rushes over and holds me in his arms. āOphelia!ā He cries. I lightly pinch his sleeves, silently signal him to partake in this little trick of mine. After a moment of confusion, and a considerable amount of relief spreading over his face, he gamely plays along.
āMy sister is in grave danger!ā He wails - as I scrunch my face in āpainā - and turns to the man who just fought with him a minute ago. āQuick! Get some help!ā
I cannot see Laertesā face, but based on the dreadfulness in his tone alone, I would say heās a wicked actor.
A rumble of footsteps follows, and I take it that the man has conveniently believed our ruse. Still, I cannot let my guard down so easily. Cautiously peeking one of my eyes, I whisper to Laertes: āIs he gone?ā Ā
In turn, my brother gives me the smuggest smile in existence.
āThoroughly.ā
We hurriedly get up, preparing ourselves to spring out of the scene. But before that, Laertes catches the eyes of the woman - who is still stunned by the swift turn of event - and gives her a good wink.
I decidedly ignore his inappropriate display, and turn to him with a grave look: āYou owe me oneā.
