be bold, be bold, but not too bold

Indie RP blog for a Hamilton based trans Alexander Hamilton multi-verse and multi-ship largely mobile run always accepting new threads! M!A: Alexander starts singing Christmas songs whenever his name is said. Lasts two days.

[soldierforgotarchive-blog]

"Wow I can't believe you're threatening to choke someone other than me where can I find a good divorce lawyer" Alex you're not even married yet – theonlyenemy 💖

Dead silence as he stares at Alex for a minute. “… Actually she suggested I see if you have a thing for strangulation instead you’re not allowed to divorce me for this-” I hate everything you two aren’t even married.

[theonlyenemy]

He's w a y too fucking quiet this isn't a good sign. Deep breath before whispering; "I mean... You could take out your desire to strangle her on me...." You kinky bitch get out. "Then we could potentially evade divorce."

[mlmjefferson-deactivated2018032]

Help me please.

Hey, I’m a 17 year old trans boy who lives in an abusive house hold. My name is Alexander, im a trans boy and I live in Kansas City, Missouri.

I plan on moving out but I have no where to stay. My mom refuses to let me get a job and screams at me until I break down on a daily basis.

My only other option is to move back with my father, who is the person who has raped me and tortured me and I really don’t want to do that. I need a place to stay for a while and earn money so I can move in with my boyfriend and girlfriend.

Please help give me a place to stay.

[soldierforgotarchive-blog]

“is there any reason as to why you’re getting drunk on a tuesday afternoon?" - theonlyenemy 💖

“You say that like your resident alcoholic needs a reason to drink?” John no. “Wanna join me?”

[soldierforgotarchive-blog]

John snorted softly, watching Alex for a moment and breathing a little, “Be careful,” before he nodded and kissed his forehead, giving him a grin. “I mean, I think I’d be willing to try anything. Long as we do it safely, y’know?” He explained half-heartedly, starting to put together a joint for them carefully, attention alternating between Alex and what he was doing.

[theonlyenemy]

“Quite the blessing to have you around; I wouldn’t be half as cautious with this type of shit without you to keep me in check,” Alexander commented with a kiss to his cheek. He released the switch of the lighter to extinguish its flame and took another drink, watching John work intently. “Hell, I’d probably get my T from a fucking dealer if I still had to worry about being evicted. Which is utter bullshit! The amount of homeless individuals is much lower than the amount of empty living spaces in this country… Put me in office and let me gut the goddamn economy, fuck,” He finished with a slight huff, slumping against the couch. If he wasn’t already burnt out from the first half of his day there was no doubt he would’ve gone on a much longer tangent.

[soldierforgotarchive-blog]

“Right back at you.” John agreed, smiling so sweetly from that kiss to his cheek. It wasn’t too hard a process to get it together, rolling it up and offering it to Alex with a grin. “The economy fucking sucks and we’ll get you on T when we can. For now, I think some pot and whiskey will do just fine in place of all that.” He hummed, shrugging. Sounded like a good idea to him at least.

[theonlyenemy]

Even the finest of men wouldn’t go turning down a blunt to let someone smoke up before them -in Alexander’s mind, at least. He took the offering with a quiet ‘thank you’ and was quick to light up and take a drag. “Thank god this shit doesn’t taste like fucking skunk…” He muttered with a slight laugh, offering it to John in turn. “And what do you mean we? I’m not gonna let you go wasting more of your money on me pretty boy, I’ll find a way to fund it myself.”

[soldierforgotarchive-blog]

John watched in satisfaction as Alex accepted it, grin fond as he watched him take a drag and laugh. John joined in with a soft chuckle of his own, accepting it and breathing a content sigh after taking a hit. “I wasn’t asking your permission, handsome.” He purred, taking another long hit before leaning close pressing their foreheads together for a moment before pecking Alex’s lips and breathing out the smoke against him in return. “I said we, I meant we, love. You aren’t alone now, you ain’t gonna be alone then.”

[theonlyenemy]

Alexander sighed dramatically, thought it was quickly followed by a drawn out breath to inhale the smoke blown towards him. "Rich pretty boy asshole," He announced, though his tone was affectionate rather than biting. He gingerly moved to sit in John's lap, though with the other elements of the situation coming into focus it was likely safe to assume his intentions weren't innocent. "I'll argue with you about that later, for now let's enjoy the finer sins this world has to offer us, yes? If you let me sit here and smoke most of that – with potentially lued language and actions on the side – I'll make you come, like, twice with nothing expected in return."

[theonlyenemy]

Aaron was sitting aside, away from the rest of the party, staring down at his lap with a frown. Dysphoria was kicking his ass at the moment and he just wanted to go home and cry, but he didn't want to be rude and leave early. // doesntdiscriminate

Alexander didn’t particularly want to be at the damned party in the first place. But, those around him insisted he’d wind himself so tightly he’d shatter if he didn’t ‘let loose a little’. Bullshit. That advice was bullshit. He was buzzed and vibrating with what had the possibility to be an anxiety attack; dysphoria at an all time high after some asshole had groped him while he was just trying to dance.

The lights were dim and the tight packed bodies and overwhelming heat they produced made him feel as if he were suffocating and he had to– he didn’t know what he had to do, but he knew he had to do something before he snapped altogether. He moved with a stilted casualty, a little too quick to be normal, but not fast enough to draw attention to himself. He sort of slumped against a wall as far away from everyone as he could get, wincing at the crunch of what he could only hope was just a red solo cup underfoot as he pressed as much of his exposed skin as he could to the blessedly cool wall. Paired with the pressure of his own arms wrapped tight around his midsection, it was the closest he could get to bliss.

When he’d finally gained enough composure to unstick himself from the wall – still feeling miserable and utterly disgusting – he was almost ashamed to see Burr all too close for comfort, no doubt seeing all of his messy borderline breakdown. But he may as well try to pretend it didn’t happen, right? With a charming smile that didn’t reach his eyes and a posture just a few degrees off confident he strode towards the other man quickly.

“Ah, Burr, fancy seeing you here. I never pinned you as one to participate in gatherings like this.”

@doesntdiscriminate

[doesntdiscriminate-blog]

Aaron was bouncing his leg feverishly, leaned over and chewing on his nail. When he heard something hit the wall he turned to watch Hamilton, eyebrows furrowed. He straightened himself up and tilted his head. What the hell was he doing? He looked like a pancake just pressed against the wall like that.

As soon as Alexander’s eyes were on him, Aaron made sure to pull on his shirt in case it was making any sort of impression against his binder. No one knew, they just assumed Burr happened to just be a feminine guy. It wasn’t much better than when kids in high school called him a girl, but at least now he could hear what he wanted to hear. Aaron. Sir. Man.

He scratched the back of his head at that. “Uh, no. I-I’m really not,” he replied loud enough to hear over the noise of the crowded house. It was no secret the short man was closed off and awkward. “I didn’t want to be rude by not showing up when I was invited. I was only going to stay a few minutes, but it’s dark out and I’m a small guy. I’m admittedly too afraid to walk home alone.”

[theonlyenemy]

Truly, Alexander was too absorbed in his own chaos to notice anything particularly off about Aaron. He’d always seen the other man as quite strange, though somewhat intriguing for that strangeness. Unfortunately, it really only blinded him to the moments in which something may have been genuinely wrong with his friend. But, come to think of it, was friend really the right word?

They could tolerate each other’s company, he could make small talk as well as anyone could with Aaron. But when their views came into focus their gazes never quite met, always just enough off center to crawl under Hamilton’s skin and leave him itching for a confrontation he wouldn’t get from its source. Despite this, he thought them to have a strange unspoken understanding that neither of them were quite ‘normal’. He at least had always had a knack for singling out those who were a little too much like himself, and he was doubtless that Aaron fell into that category. It was comforting, really, to know he wasn’t alone. He’d been the only trans kid, the only outcasted freak for most all of his life until the moment they met.

“I know I’m not particularly menacing, but I can kick someone’s ass and I’ve had enough of this shit show,” Alex began, head tilted to the side, eyebrow cocked as if he were challenging the other man. If his hands weren’t still trembling slightly he would’ve extended it to solidify the so far indirect offer. “Wanna blow these fuckers off and spend our time more effectively elsewhere? I can even leave you at your doorstep like a proper gentleman if you’re already sick of my mangy mug.”

[doesntdiscriminate-blog]

Aaron let out the smallest of laughs at Alexander’s words and shifted, looking towards the mess of people as he weighed his options. He could stay here and be miserable or deal with walking with Alexander. The guy wasn’t /that/ bad. Sure, maybe he talked a little more than Aaron and they never found a common ground political and work wise, but this was his chance to find out if they could be friends due to something else.

He pursed his lips for a moment. “I don’t see why not. I wouldn’t mind you staying for a while,” he finally replied and stood up. He looked down at the red solo cup in his hand and swirled it around hesitantly. He found the nearest bottle of liquor and filled the cup before turning back to Alexander. “Ready when you are. I’m admittedly a wee bit tipsy, so if I trip and fall on my face you’re allowed to laugh as long as you help me up afterwards.”

[theonlyenemy]

"Perhaps I should be your night in rusted armor," Alex snorted, taking Aaron's hand to lead the way through the crowd to the door; he could be a rather touchy person and didn't think much of the action. "Carry you all the way home, get you into your pajamas and tuck you in, leave you some water and aspirin just in case. Of course you'd be lucky to get that kind of treatment even after getting into my pants, so I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you."

Once out in the cool night air he took a deep breath – accompanied by a slight wince as it may have been possible he'd been binding a little too long – and sighed contentedly. He became aware suddenly that he was still holding the other mans hand and released it abruptly, not sure what to make at the spike in his anxiety now that they were alone. He'd blame it on the risks accompanying walking at night. "Lead the way? I can't say I know, myself."

[freckled-muses]

♣ - theonlyenemy ( if you don't mind ? for john, unless you do in fact mind ❤️ )

29. ❝I’m making your favorite for dinner”

John was excited. It was Alex’s birthday, and he’d been planning a quiet evening inside, eating Alex’s favorite food and cuddling with some Netflix later. When the front door opened John waved and smiled at his wonderful boyfriend.

“Love, I’m making your favorite for dinner.” He winked at the other a bit and turned back to his food, humming to some music from his phone.

// @theonlyenemy hope this works for ya!

[theonlyenemy]

Alexander had never had good experiences with his birthday. Falling in one of the harshest months of the year they’d typically been incredibly strapped for cash each year growing up, and – from what the could remember – his father had often taken out his frustration on Alexander for having the gaul to exist or be born when he was or something like that. His mother had stopped doing anything after a few years and he couldn’t blame her. They were both afraid.

He’d carried that resentment into adulthood and refused to tell most of his friends when it even was. John only knew because he’d been frustrated and overwhelmed and broken down on him precisely one year prior. And here he was now, walking in to the smell of chicken curry and rice and beans – like Mom used to make. He toed off his shoes and left his bag by the door, cautiously creeping into the kitchen. It would be a lie to say his past experiences didn’t make him anxious about what was to come.

“You… You didn’t have to do this…” He said quietly, almost meek for the first time in god knows how long.

[freckled-muses]

John hummed along to the music, leaving the food for a moment to move towards Alex. He spun the other into a small dance, smile bright on his face. “Of course I had to silly. I love you, and I know you didn’t want anything special, but I just had to do something.”

He turned back to stir the rice quickly, hips shaking to the music. His longs, curly hair was pulled back in a ponytail to prevent food from getting in it. He wasn’t the greatest cook ever, but he wanted to try for Alex’s sake.

[theonlyenemy]

The whole situation felt like some kind of dream, really. Far too good to be true. But he most certainly wasn’t about to pinch himself; who would want to leave a heaven like this?

After a moments reluctance he joined John in dancing with a slight laugh, all messy footwork and dramatic rolls of his hips sultry enough to outmatch John’s. Of course, not to say his eyes weren’t trained on his partners every moment. “You’re a goddamn angel, John Laurens,” He said simply. “Although, when you move like that you may be a little less than holy.”

[freckled-muses]

A blush instantly creeped up John’s neck and face at Alex’s words. He laughed a bit, turning to stick his tongue out at his boyfriend. He turned off the stove for the rice and left the chicken to finish cooking on low as he fully immersed himself in dancing.

He placed gentle hands on Alex’s waist and shoulder, guiding the other through a gentle sway back and forth together through the kitchen. Along with this, John was taking every opportunity to place kisses on Alex’s face and neck, whispering a small ‘I love you’ after each kiss.

[theonlyenemy]

Alexander was more than happy to follow John's lead, reveling in all of the affections. It was, perhaps, the most actively loved he'd felt on his birthday since– forever. After several moments basking in the attention he cupped his boyfriends face in his hands, making him stop for a moment, and kissed him firmly on the lips, slow and loving in a way Alexander hoped conveyed his utter adoration. "Thank you. For everything, for being here, for loving me. And I know you're going to tell me not to thank you but just let me, okay? Just for tonight. Because you're everything and I'm still not sure I deserve in a moment of your attention; let alone this."

[theonlyenemy]

Isabella is gonna give Alex a look "You smell like coffee, Sleep deprivation and bad choices" she is not wrong

He gives her a Look™ over the rim of his fifth mug of coffee before staring her dead in the eye as he poured some unthinkably awful energy drink mixture into it and took a drink. "Law school is where sleep, good choices, god, and dreams went to die."

[theonlyenemy]

IM A TIRED EMOTIONLESS WRECK BUT IM GOING TO DO REPLIES ANYWAY. IM SORRY IN ADVANCE.

[baby--land]

[monstersmemes]

sex dice!

Send me 🎲 and I’ll use a random number generator to ‘roll’ two dice and make a starter for our muses based on these:

Action:

Lick

Suck

Stroke

Massage

Tickle

Bite

Location:

Lips

Ears

Neck

Inner Thigh

Chest

Genitals

Setting: (Optional)

Kitchen

Living Room

Bedroom

Car

Shower

Backyard

[theonlyenemy]

more things for Fun™

[theonlyenemy]

for both munday and @fight-fxr-freedxm who suggested the song !!!!!!!!! everyone but you by the front bottoms get hype but also maybe not bc sick me

[ratfish-blues]

I go through the 5 stages of grief every time I have to talk to a cis person about gender 

[t-hy-lla]

[inscrutablegeneral]

The Front Bottoms Lyrics Starters

“They don’t call me Mr. Green Side for no reason.”

“The only thing stronger than my head is my heart.”

“You are my peach, you are my plum, you are my earth, you are my sun.”

“You are water twelve feet deep, and I am boots made of concrete.”

“It’s gonna get worse before it gets better… I don’t know. I don’t know if that’s true.”

“It doesn’t get worse, it doesn’t get better. You just get old. It lasts forever.”

“At least you don’t have to cry when you wake up in the morning and you know you’re still alive.”

“I’m cursed forever to sleep on a twin sized mattress in somebody’s attic or basement my whole life.”

“C'mon, _____, speak a little French to me. Heard you spent two whole symesters drinking whine while I was stuck in Jersey tryna save some money. I guess I’m just another thing you left behind.”

“It’s no big surprise you turned out this way.”

“I begged you to stay. You said, ‘Hey, man, I love you, but no fucking way.’”

“_____, I love you. I confess.”

“Far drive; totally worth it just to see you act alive.”

“I miss the hours in the morning and you in the morning hours.”

“This white frame is all that I have left, not even you to chew through my bones.”

“I would sleep better on your floor than I would ever in my bed.”

“You’re broken bad yourself.”

“I’ll do the pushups. I’ll wear the makeup. I’ll do whatever you want all night.”

“You are a broken heart tattoo I’ll have forever on my chest for a love that I have lost but never could forget.”

“In this moment, you are everything.”

“You are still the only thing and everything I need in my life.”

“I’m gonna have to learn that this love will never be convenient.”

[angstmemes]

Try to break my muse’s heart in a single sentence.

[angstmemes]

My muse has been mutilated and their tongue has been cut out. Send me ✘ for a starter.

[soldierforgotarchive-blog]

“is there any reason as to why you’re getting drunk on a tuesday afternoon?" - theonlyenemy 💖

“You say that like your resident alcoholic needs a reason to drink?” John no. “Wanna join me?”

[soldierforgotarchive-blog]

John snorted softly, watching Alex for a moment and breathing a little, “Be careful,” before he nodded and kissed his forehead, giving him a grin. “I mean, I think I’d be willing to try anything. Long as we do it safely, y’know?” He explained half-heartedly, starting to put together a joint for them carefully, attention alternating between Alex and what he was doing.

[theonlyenemy]

“Quite the blessing to have you around; I wouldn’t be half as cautious with this type of shit without you to keep me in check,” Alexander commented with a kiss to his cheek. He released the switch of the lighter to extinguish its flame and took another drink, watching John work intently. “Hell, I’d probably get my T from a fucking dealer if I still had to worry about being evicted. Which is utter bullshit! The amount of homeless individuals is much lower than the amount of empty living spaces in this country… Put me in office and let me gut the goddamn economy, fuck,” He finished with a slight huff, slumping against the couch. If he wasn’t already burnt out from the first half of his day there was no doubt he would’ve gone on a much longer tangent.

[soldierforgotarchive-blog]

“Right back at you.” John agreed, smiling so sweetly from that kiss to his cheek. It wasn’t too hard a process to get it together, rolling it up and offering it to Alex with a grin. “The economy fucking sucks and we’ll get you on T when we can. For now, I think some pot and whiskey will do just fine in place of all that.” He hummed, shrugging. Sounded like a good idea to him at least.

[theonlyenemy]

Even the finest of men wouldn’t go turning down a blunt to let someone smoke up before them -in Alexander’s mind, at least. He took the offering with a quiet ‘thank you’ and was quick to light up and take a drag. “Thank god this shit doesn’t taste like fucking skunk...” He muttered with a slight laugh, offering it to John in turn. “And what do you mean we? I’m not gonna let you go wasting more of your money on me pretty boy, I’ll find a way to fund it myself.”