MOVED

Welcom to my Hamilton Imagine blog! I've since moved.

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So, I’m back! Yay! And I’m making some decisions quite possibly a little rash. Anyways, I’m moving my blogs, and it’s going to become a multifandom blog for x Readers. I’ve gotten my motivation back, and I feel like I need to write again. Anyways some things will be moved over there and some will just be left to rot.

https://trashheaps.tumblr.com/post/170443849311/yay-the-blog-is-up-taking-requests-for-any

My new blog can be found here.

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Life of a Fanfiction Writer

Starting like:

Needing to write quickly before you forget:

Needing to remember all the small details:

Losing your train of thought:

When it’s going well:

Writing smut:

Not able to fill in the gaps from one scenario to the other:

Serious writers block:

Reading through finding you’ve gone wrong:

Finding all your spelling errors:

Finally Finished:

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Rebooting for all my writer friends :)

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This is it.

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Let’s talk.

I’ve been lacking all kinds of motivation to get work done and while I do like writing reader insets I wanna try something else. While I plan on doing ships and the reader inserts I just have no motivation for it anymore. I can’t tell if it’s because I don’t like writing anymore or if I just don’t care for reader inserts anymore but I’d like to do something new.

I’d like to start taking requests on doing chara x chara shippy works. Maybe it could be my kick in the ass to get working or it would be extra burdens of weight sitting on me to be even lazier. I don’t know. But I would like to start because it sounds like fun and I just wanna be happy when I’m writing again.

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hello friend I just wanted to say I love you and I hope you're doing okay. I know what it's like to get so depressed you can't really even write. Know that we appreciate what you do post and you're so fantastic and we're waiting here with open arms ready to welcome you back when you're ready to write. Remember not to push yourself to write and stay hydrated and eat something. <3 -Spence

Thank you so much, you have really made my day and, if I’m honest with myself, brought tears to my eyes. I love you.

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Update.

Hey, my blog is alive. *small waves of flags* I’m sorry for not posting anything. For ships or for writing and I have no excuse. My depression creeped in it’s ugly head and I didn’t have the attention or ideas for writing.

My writing had struggled when I tried to write something for the blog and now sits in the drafts waiting for something to happen. But I should be better. I’m not in the best of moods around the time and I’m stressing for a comic-con but I wanna start writing again.

And for those who have been sending ships, thank you. But ships are now closed. I will, of course, do the ones in my inbox but I wont be doing anymore. If you continue to send me them I wont delete them, I promise, but they will be on hold for when I do start accepting them again.

Now, for those who have been sending me requests. I am trying to get myself pumped for writing but it could be a bit before I do actually get to your requests. I love you all and I wanna please you all it just will be a bit as I try to get ones I got before I drifted off Tumblr.

Now, lastly, I plan on re-writing most of my... Probably three fanfics I have now. But those are farthest on the back burner for me to not be able to touch them till I get everything else done. 

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Hi! Are you still doing ships?

Yes, I’m still doing ships!

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Will you ship me please? I'm 5'9", I have green eyes and sort of auburnish hair with brown roots. I'm chubby and kinda insecure about it?? I'm hella anxious almost constantly. I'm opinionated but only let people I trust know those opinions. Likes: musical theatre, writing, cats, kisses, rain, peppermint, candles, ball point pens Dislikes: loud noises, when people bug my friends to mess with me, pencils, arithmetic (can I have a male and female ship? 💕)

I ship you with John Laurens.

John likes to hold you tightly in his arms, as if to protect you from the world. When John gets in a fouler mood, he will come up from behind and bury his face into your hair, staying in silence as he just holds you. You are the only thing that brightens his day.

The boy is a cuddle bug, always showering you with affection and gifts to try and make up for something he, or someone else, did. But that doesn’t stop him from stealing your pens, as he likes to use them to draw.

I ship you with Angelica Schylur

Angelica is a very opinionated woman, one who’s looking for a challenge and an equal. As you open up more to her she slowly starts to test you, in a good way, at least. She asks you how you feel on such matters, and at times, pushes you to give her a good fight.

While Angelica isn’t as cuddly as John she has her moments, such as cuddles on the couch during a movie or holding your hand with a gentle squeeze in public. She constantly feels a reminder to tell you you’re beautiful to her, not knowing if it hurts or helps you. She only wants to make you smile every day she sees you.

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Being Dead Fix?

So while my compute is on the fritz and I await until I can write more imagines, I think I can make a solution. To keep the blog active and interest into it I thought of why don’t I do ships? As in who I ship you with in Hamilton.

Anyways, if you’re interested, here’s a basic run down of what you would include in your ask.

- A basic description of your appearance.

- Your personality, mainly your defining qualities

- Your Hobbies / Likes / Dislikes

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Yay, hiatus

So, I don't know how long this hiatus will be but unless I get a new laptop soon I don't see me being able to wright anything. I have a draft saved for something I got as a request but it will be on hold till I can finish and edit it. Anyways, I love you all! I love writing it's just it'll be a bit till I can post something. ❤️

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Right now I’d like anyone who reads my work to send me in my asks any triggers they may have. I’d like to make a list so in the future I can tag anything appropriately.

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Possible Hiatus

Great news, my laptop stopped charging completely. So now that I’ve been basically gunned down by life I face possible loss of my, well, job. So while I sob, cry, and hope to the gods my laptop’s charger doesn’t shit out and die on me while I try and make plans to buy a new one.

So if I wind up breaking off for a month or so it’s because I have only an iPhone waiting for news on a new one. But in the mean time while the charge doesn’t hold or, well, charge the laptop I can have it in a semi-permanent state of 3%. Yay me. So until the charger shits out it’s final juice let’s enjoy the fact the one thing that brings me joy (writing) is still semi-functional.

And anyways, if it does take a shit onto my life, I’ll let you know if I can even remember my tumblr password.

And so ends my salty rant, I love you, and until I type out another terrible writing prompt.

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Do you write for modern era as well or Hamilton era..?

Yes, I do write modern era

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The Duel - Alexander x Reader

A/N: I know this is really cliche prompt to write for the Hamilton but this is some writing practice to get myself ready to respond to the angst request I got. So, you know who you are, know I’m writing now.

The only reason I’m writing a practice is severe writer’s block on all my blogs and writing sites. So I hope this is okay and you enjoy.

Era: Hamil-time

Fear was sweeping up in your gut. Alexander had said he’d come to bed when his work was done. Well, now it was morning and he was absolutely no where to be found. It was a great fright to find your husband’s side of the bed cold and empty...

His office was the first place you were to look, and with the sight of his empty chair your chest tightened.

As you kept walking around, searching the house as quietly as you could without the possibility of waking the children. With each step you took you tried to remember the fact that Alexander had told you of an early meeting, you half asleep only smiling, nodding along as you murmured for him to come to bed soon.

An hour passed of you simply sitting in your sitting room, eyes scanning at a book you’d randomly pulled off the shelf. With each line passed your ears strained over the deafening silence for a noise, anything that could belong to Alexander.

It took time but you grew more and more engrossed into the book, each word read carefully. This book was a distraction of what possible things could be going on. The man was an idiot, too cocky, but with a giant brain.

Who knows what, or who, he could be doing.

Just as thoughts were running through your head, a knock was thankfully there to interrupt them. You very much knew it wasn’t Alexander, seeing as he would just waltz right in to his own home, but who knows what could be on the other side of it?

That attitude would be one you’d blame for over the years.

On the other side was a man out of breath, one friend of Alexander’s you’d never gotten to know for his excuse of always being away on business. But the way the man’s demeanor was made you feel nervous.

The male’s shoulders were hunched over, his head was down. And not that you would know it at the time, the man held it down to not show the dread of news.

“A - Alexander...” He gasped out, clearly out of breath from a rush to say whatever he had to say.

Finally, he looked up, looking at your face, quickly noting in the sign of confusion. His next words sent a chill down your spine, making you stiff.

“He’s been shot.”

Where, that’s all that could come from your mouth. But it wasn’t like you got an answer. All he did was grab tightly onto your hand and run off. All you could do was run with him, hopes that your night dress didn’t trip you over as the modest grown kept trapping itself around your legs.

The run felt like it was never ending. By the time you had gotten to there your lungs burned and your heart felt like it was ready to bump right out of your rib cage.

It wasn’t long till your eyes fell on Alexander, his brown eyes glossy from tears. He was afraid and even from the distance you stood at you could see the fear on his face.

You looked around at the doctors working on your wounded husband, them shaking their heads quickly. All you heard next was a sob. Your own, it having escaped your lips before you’d even known there was any noise able to jump out of your dry throat.

All eyes fell on you, Alexander’s burning holes through your heart with the pitiful look he had given you. “[Y/N]...” His voice was about as weak as he looked. His skin already was pale and you knew he didn’t have much time left.

You ran right for him, collapsing at his side in a bundle of disheveled sobs. “A - Alexander...” You sobbed out. “I don’t want you to leave me...”

You felt something cold barely brush against your hand, your hand coming up to rub tears away from your now blurry vision. Then you saw his pale, shaking hand waiting for you. The strain he was putting fourth to hold it up for you. Instantly your hands grasped onto it, holding it to you tightly, trying to bring the warmth that would have been there before.

“I love you.” He coughed out, his eyes filling with a fresh set of tears, them running down him cheeks.

“I know...”

“I don’t want to die.” He sobbed.

“I know.” You sobbed back.

You leaned down and pecked his cold and chapped lips. As you moved away you heard his final words barely come past his lips.

“Take your time...”

That’s when his hand slipped out of your own, hitting his chest with a soft thump. You only could stare at the corpse of your now late husband, tears once again brimming as you hunched over, sobbing on his chest.

You wanted him back and you could not live without him.

It took a while for them to pry you off of him, you clawing and screaming in denial for him. Screaming for Alexander to sit up and talk to you again. To start laughing at a cruel joke he was playing, even as it was out of his character to do so.

You just were not accepting of the fact you’d have no more Alex.

It took a long time for you to walk home, your gown slightly caked from Alex’s wound. You couldn’t take a carriage back. No, you’d rather walk the streets as the early morning people took out, whispering about you.

Not like you cared. You were too concerned on what you’d tell your children...

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Oh god I’m begging for requests

I need some requests since I obviously need to write more before I stop all together.

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AHHH oh god I am gonna cry? I go away for a while and come back to 16 followers? This is so big to me and I think you all!

But I would really like some requests. I tried writing something on my own but it was flat out trash

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(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V8vDk9lKm3A)

Even better at 0.5 speed.

Not mine.

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Reversed Heartbreak (Philip x Reader)

Request:  From anon: Um, hello?? Can I request angst John/Philip X Reader. Like, John cheated on Reader and they meet by accident in a karaoke bar and she sings to him "Jar of hearts". And then he realises that he still loves Reader. And if it wouldn't be a problem, it would be awesome if Reader was chubby. Thanks, ily!

A/N: Ahhh! A request! When I saw this I screamed just a little bit when I logged on. Yes! I am ready to do angst! Let me tear out mine and yours feels! *rubs hands together* Also chubby is something I can do! Shh I don’t love chubs pff 

And sorry anon if this isn’t how you wanted it (Btw Ily too)

This is a bit short because I’m kind of... Lazy right now. It’s still early in my mind

Sorry Melissa’s out there I used the first name to mind

AU: Modern

Warnings: Angst and cheating (duh)

There she went, walking straight out of his life, right out the front door. She yelled, screamed, and cried in his face and he just stood there like a man taking it.

And he honestly wasn’t sad...

Maybe empty from the almost cleared apartment but, not sad. No, he just walked on and started texting the woman who was what caused the whole scandal between him and his girlfriend.

Well, ex, really.

He needs to remember that.

It hasn’t been less then maybe a few months since his act with Melissa, and not much has changed of his life.

Most of his friends patted him on the back like a teenager for getting rid of the bossy, fat girl of the group. While the ones who left went to her side, scolding him for letting a great girl like [Y/N] go to waste.

But, he was proud of himself. He got Melissa in return, the woman of basically his dreams. Someone who made him excited to say ‘that’s my girlfriend’. Someone who he had to watch at parties to make sure no guy tried to get her to go home with him.

Not like how it was with his last girlfriend one bit.

A content sigh rolled off of Philip’s lips as he sat back in his chair, arm going around the shoulders of Melissa, her head going onto his shoulder.

He took a swig of his beer, looking up at the stage for who was to sing next, happily waiting for him and his girlfriend to sing their duet together, to each other.

“Don’t drink too much, sweetie, don’t need you to slur on stage.” Her voice was soft but commanding, swiping the drink from his hands to only have him give a nod and a kiss on the cheek.

“Yes, love.”

A familiar voice rang through the bar as another person came up for their turn on the mic, Philip giving a displeasing groan as it wasn’t his turn just yet.

“Uhm, I’m not... Much of a singer but I’ll... I’ll try.”

[Y/n].

He instantly looked up at her when she spoke, catching her eye for a second before the music started to fade back in.

He didn’t really pay much attention to her, no, he was too busy being one of the many guys ogling her. She wasn’t fat, no, she looked just perfect! Not overweight, perfectly curvy, something someone would just want to cuddle.

But... Then she started to sing. Her voice was melodious, something he wished to hear every day. It held... Emotion to it.

As the song went on Philip’s heart clenched on, staring at her with guilt seeping into him. He finally felt the sadness of leaving her.

And Melissa caught on too, staring at him and giving him a noise of a growl. “Are you staring at her?”

“What? N-No!” He whispered defensively back at her.

They both knew it was a lie.

“I don’t need this.” She hissed at him. “Call me when you want a pretty girl.”

Philip just rolled his eyes at the over reaction his girlfriend had over such silliness, looking back at [Y/n] as the song ‘Jar of Hearts’ continued to fill his heart.

The guilty feeling continued to ache in his chest, wiping away the moist feeling in his eyes as all the unshed tears and all the sadness just came rushing onto him way too late.

He needed to tell [Y/n] he was sorry and try to get her back.

The song came to a close and Philip rushed to her, almost falling onto the table of friends.

“[Y - Y/N], I need to talk to you?”

“About?” She barely looked at him, looking right past him.

“I wanna... I wanna say I’m sorry... I was a terrible boyfriend and -”

“[Y/n]! I’m back with your drink!” A voice rang from behind Philip, giving the woman the drink she asked him to order.

“Thanks,” She said as she planted a kiss on his lips.

This was why she was looking past him, looking for her boyfriend.

“You were saying?”

“What? Oh, nothing, it’s fine.”

He held his hand out to the man with his ex, smiling a fake smile. “Philip, and you are?”

“George, and you are?”

George held a smile that was also rather fake, Philip seeing right through it and he loved the annoyance.

“Well, I should go!” Philip quickly rushed out and went straight for his car, not caring if he was drunk or any DUIs he could get.