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I was getting pretty fed up with links and generators with very general and overused weapons and superpowers and what have you for characters so:

Here is a page for premodern weapons, broken down into a ton of subcategories, with the weapon’s region of origin. 

Here is a page of medieval weapons.

Here is a page of just about every conceived superpower.

Here is a page for legendary creatures and their regions of origin.

Here are some gemstones.

Here is a bunch of Greek legends, including monsters, gods, nymphs, heroes, and so on. 

Here is a website with a ton of (legally attained, don’t worry) information about the black market.

Here is a website with information about forensic science and cases of death. Discretion advised. 

Here is every religion in the world. 

Here is every language in the world.

Here are methods of torture. Discretion advised.

Here are descriptions of the various methods used for the death penalty. Discretion advised.

Here are poisonous plants.

Here are plants in general.

Feel free to add more to this!

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Hamilton Characters as Troubled Birds

After much debate with a lot of good friends, I am proud to present, Hamilton Characters as

Aaron Burr:

Alexander Hamilton:

John Laurens:

Marquis de Lafayette:

Hercules Mulligan:

George Washington:

King George:

Samuel Seabury:

Charles Lee:

Angelica:

Eliza:

And Peggy!:

Thomas Jefferson:

James Madison:

Maria Reynolds:

James Reynolds:

Philip Hamilton: 

George Eacker:

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“Bill, I’m gonna try to appeal to your religious side.” | Bonus:

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Caroling 😂😂😂

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alexander, angelica, eliza, and peggy. AKA THE CUTEST BEANS ALIVE

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Yes!! I need these!

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Reblog if you'd rob all the stars out of the sky for Lin-Manuel Miranda

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Official PTA Dad: Alexander Hamilton

Pairing: wife!Reader x husband!Alexander Hamilton Summary: Alexander is the worst PTA dad...until he isn’t. Tags: FLUFF, DOMESTIC, comedy(?) TW: Curse words, weed  Notes: TBH...I can’t tell you why I wrote this or where it came from. My brain just farts ideas. This is also my fics fic wowee jeewillickers so no beta woot woot.

After a solid hour of convincing, and a bit of guilt tripping, you had convinced your husband to accompany you to the school’s bake sale. When you told Alexander, your husband, about it he distractedly mumbled something along the lines of, “If s’not about Phil whatev busy.”

Let’s just say you CTRL+S’d and shut down his laptop after that.

So here you were lugging around boxes of brownies you had baked yourself. Not only that, but there were multiple  flavors of brownies.

You truly felt like the next Julia Child.

I am a fucking baking beast.

Philip skipped ahead, eating one of the Reese’s Peanut Butter brownies you baked, while Alexander still remained engrossed in work. 

You sighed. Beggars can’t be choosers, I guess.

“Here we are, ma! Look, I’m in Class Kindness!  Our classrooms are named after good values.” Philip pointed at the other classrooms. Respect. Responsible. Honesty. Attentive.

You couldn’t help but huff at ‘Attentive’ as you spared a glance behind you at your husband --- still typing away. Once you all entered the classroom, it was abuzz with chatter from children and parents with a disheveled-looking Hercules standing in the eye of the storm.

“Mr. Herc!” Philip called, and rushed over to his grade school teacher. Hercules perked up and noogied Philip’s already messy hair, his eyes found you and your husband.

You waved at him apologetically.  

Hercules clapped his hands together, “Ah! Ok, now that we’re all here we can start.”

The chatter slowly died down as you stood at the back of the class, and Alexander opting to sit on one of the grade schooler’s miniature chairs to type. You hid your giggle behind your hand.

“In a while we’ll be having our annual bake sale to raise funds for your kids’ fieldtrip,” Hercules said, “Thanks again to each family who brought something.”

“It’s not like we had a choice.” John Addams sneered quietly, you glared at him.

“I’m sure you kiddos are excited to do your best for the fieldtrip, right?” Hercules grinned while addressing the kids. The kids nodded, the look they were giving him akin to hero worship.

Hercules huffed dramatically and cupped his ear, “I can’t hear you! Are ya’ll excited?!” The kids shrieked in delight and nodded vigorously.

You jolted when Philip yelled, “UNCLE HERC! UNCLE HERC, I’M EXCITED!!!!” He jumped up and down, frosting smeared on his lips, waving his hands to catch Hercules’ attention.  

John Addams groaned next to you and made a show of covering his ears.

What a buzz kill.

Once Hercules was pleased he brought a finger to his lips, “I got it! Wow, ya’ll are pretty excited. I know I said this’ll be an ordinary bake sale but you know Mr. Herc loves surprising you guys.”

The kids gasped, now on the edge of their seats. Their eyes alight with the new possibility of a surprise. 

“The bake sale will be a competition, and whoever gets the most money will get a trophy for ‘Best Family’!” With one swift motion, Hercules revealed a trophy from behind his back.

The kids lost it.

“My family is obviously gonna win!”

“My daddy is the BEST baker!”

“I want that trophy, mom!”

You glanced down when a small sticky hand clasped yours. 

“Mama, we’re gotta win that trophy.”

Amused, you responded, “Why?”

“Because we’re the Best Family, duhhh!”

Your heart warmed at the sureness of the statement. You opened your mouth to respond but---

“Papa, Philip’s wrong right? We’re the Best Family.”

“That’s right, sweetie. We’re going to get that trophy because...?”

“Jeffersons never lose!”

Philip visibly bristled at the words. And so did the other kids. 

“And besides, the Hamiltons aren’t really competition for us, sugar.”

Philip puffed up his chest, his small fists clenched. You decided to step in.

“And what is that supposed to mean, Mr. Jefferson?”

Thomas Jefferson gave you a bored look, “It means exactly what it means. You don’t exactly stand a chance with your handicap over there.” He then points at Alex, who then perks up at the feeling he’s being talked about. 

Alex’s gaze falls on you and Jefferson, he glares and immediately stands by your side to wrap his arm around your waist.

“Jefferson. What’s your business with my wife?”

“Hamilton. Nothing, just stating facts that you are obviously not getting the prize for Best Family.”

You saw Philip clutch onto Alex’s shirt, “Dad, they’re wrong right?”

Alex smiled down at Philip, “Jefferson is always wrong, son. We’re going to win that trophy. These families don’t stand a chance!”

You noticed the other families overhearing your conversation, “Alex, maybe---”

“Real mature , Hamilton. You argue with me at work and now you’re bringing it to a kid’s bake sale.” Thomas rolled his eyes, “But of course you’re gonna be a child about it.”

Alex smirked, “You sound like you’ve given up.”

Thomas’ kid frowned up at their dad, Thomas glared at Alexander, “We haven’t given up, Hamilton. I’m just saying you’re being very immature and that you’re going to lose.” 

“You two seem so sure that you’re going to win.”

You turn and see Eliza and Maria with their child.

“When we’re going to win.” Eliza shrugged, a smile on her face.

“Ha! Ya’ll don’t stand a chance against my wife’s baking!” Alex declared, pulling you closer. You blushed.

That statement was the catalyst for the most interesting bake sale you’ve ever experienced.

-----

The sun was at his highest. The wind was calm. All was quiet.

“This is ridiculous.” You muttered as your once ‘devil may care’ husband was eyeing for customers --- even encouraging Philip to steal customers from other families. And so, your only son was patrolling the area like a soldier given a strict command.

“I’m doing this for Philip, honey.” Alex muttered, waiting for any sign of human life. Preferably human life with money.

You snorted, “One, you’re doing it to beat Jefferson. Two, it’s no use no class is out ye--”

“DAD! THERE’S A JANITOR!!!” 

The janitor wandered closer --- with his wallet. 

Child and parent were calling the janitor with varying amounts of vigor. The janitor seemed confused but came closer anyway and looked through the baked goods.

You saw Philip hold onto the janitor’s hand, “Hey, mister! We have some really great brownies! My mom baked ‘em so y’know they’re great!”

Philip flashed his signature ‘get out of trouble’ toothy smile. 

You could practically see  the moment the janitor’s resolve melted. The parental pride between you and Alexander grew.

When the janitor was about to get to your booth.

“Ack!” 

Jefferson’s child was on the floor, it looked like they were about to cry. The janitor immediately went over to the distressed child.

“Are you ok?”

“N-No...”

“Aww...it’s ok, do you want to go to the nurse.”

They sniffled and wiped their tearless eyes, “N-No.” 

The janitor was at a loss.

“B-But,” They looked up at him, “It would cheer me up if you bought a cookie, mister...”

The janitor smiled and helped the kid up, “Of course.”

Alex gawked when the janitor bought the cookie and left, Jefferson high-fived his ‘miraculously uninjured’ child and smirked at him.

“Looks like I got the first sale.”

Alex eyes narrowed.

----- Now that it was lunch, all the students were flocking to the bake sale and no stall was empty. You had to admit, Alex’s tactic of using Philip’s charm was working in your favor as more and more of your brownies were sold.

“That’s right! Come, kids, and buy Addams’ lemon squares!” Addams called, holding lemon squares in his bare hand. 

That can’t be sanitary...

You ignored him and smiled at your husband who was taking charge of organizing the money while he appointed you as ‘the face’ of the stall.

“Of course you’ll be the face of our business.”

“And why is that?”

“With a beautiful face like yours, who wouldn’t want to come to our stall?”

You blushed at the memory and smiled at the customers as they bought more brownies. 

“Le-mon squares! Fresh lemon squares! They’re delicious!” Addams yelled.

A sudden hard kiss against your cheek made you jolt, you turned and saw Alexander smirking at you.

“Looks like you’re doing a great job of charming the customers.” He pecked you on the nose, “At this rate we’ll beat them all.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless. Alexander’s excitement for the most random things is one of the many reason why you were attracted to him. 

“These are the world renowned Addams’ lemon squares! Taste ‘em while you can!” 

“You only want to beat Jefferson,” He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and you leaned against him as you organized, “And how are you so confident that we’re going to win? What if the brownies taste bad?”

Alex smirked against your cheek, “They don’t.”

You paused and raised an eyebrow at him, “You haven’t even tasted one.”

“I’ve been married to you for years, I know that you’re great in whatever you set your mind to. I don’t have to taste it to know that they’re amazing.” 

You blushed, a smile slowly forming on your lips. You were so in love.

You twisted your head to look at Alex, who was glancing down at your lips, and moved to kiss him but---

“HOW CAN YOU RESIST ADDAMS’ LEMON SQU---”

“NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOUR DUMB LEMON SQUARES, JOHN!!!” Alex yelled as he loosened his hold on you to glare at Addams.

You burst out laughing with tears forming in your eyes, your whole body shook with mirth. Alex then turned his attention back to you and leaned in for a kiss but---

“Euw! Cooties!” 

You both looked at the child with their nose scrunched up at the two of you. They put down the brownie and go to another stall.

Alex lets you go and you pout at him. He chuckles, “Sorry, honey. Cooties are bad for business.”

-----

After a while you spot Lafayette and Laurens, Laurens carrying a couple more boxes.

“The infantry has arrived!” Alex yelled and waved them over, “Here, guys!” 

They come over and hand over the boxes to Alex, you eye them curiously, “What’re those?”

Laurens smiled, “Alex texted something about beating Jefferson with brownies, so I brought some from home.”

Alex wiggled his brows at you, “More ammo to defeat the velvet beast!”

“I heard that, Hamilton!” Jefferson yelled.

“You were supposed to, motherfu---”

You pinched his side and narrowed your eyes at Alex.

“...F-Futher? Motherfather?”

You smiled, content. Lafayette and Laurens snickered. You think you saw Laurens mouth the word ‘whipped’ to Lafayette which caused even more giggles.

“Thanks for the help, guys. It’ll mean a lot to Philip,” You paused, “And Alex ---mostly.”

Lafayette laughed, “No problem! I’ll even buy one.” He picked a random brownie, “How much?”

“10 dollars.” Alex answered.

“For me?”

“20 dollars.” 

“Quoi??? (What???) ” Lafayette placed the brownie back down on the table. 

“Nu-uh-uh, you touched it. You have to buy it now.” You tutted with a smirk on your face.

Alex grinned at you then at Lafayette, “What she said.” 

“But we’re friends!”

“This is war and you’re rich. Spare some money to the cause.”

You were laughing as Lafayette groaned and reluctantly handed over the twenty to Hamilton.

“This better be good, mon ami (my friend).” Lafayette ate the brownie and moaned, “Worth it.” He said with a full mouth.

“Merci! (Thanks!)” You were giddy to hear somebody found what you made delicious.

You turned your gaze to Laurens, “I know you’re rich too.”

Laurens shook his head with a small smile on his face and coughed over a twenty, “You’re a shark, Y/N...” He popped the whole brownie in his mouth then gave two enthusiastic thumbs up.

“We’re going to go over and catch up with the others,” Lafayette said, “Goodluck!”

-----

“Mom! The faculty wants to buy from us!” Philip called excitedly, dragging along Hercules and a couple of other teachers.

You looked down to see there were no brownies left, you frowned.

“Oh, honey, we don’t have anymore brownies.”

Philip visibly deflated.

“Wait!” Alex ambled over and took out the box Laurens brought over, “You can buy the whole box for 30.”

You chewed on your lip and whispered to him, “Do you even know what’s in there?”

“...Brownies?”

“No, like, do you know where they came from? Who baked it?”

Alex pursed his lips, “I think Laurens baked in college so he probably made this.”

“Ok...” You turned your attention to the teachers who just got to your stall, “That’ll be 30 dollars please.”

-----

The bake sale was over and the parents were cleaning up as their children took naps inside the classroom. 

As you were cleaning up and Alexander counting the money, you saw Hercules walking towards your stall with a dopey smile on his face. You smiled and waved at him.

At least he looks more relaxed now.

“Hey, Herc. What’s up?”

Hercules giggled, you saw Alex perk up at Hercules’ name, “Mmmm fine,” His frowned, “Um, Y/N, y’know those brownies?”

You nodded slowly, “Yes...?”

He ran an hand across his face, “Did ya...did ya bake ‘em?”

“No...” You said, Alexander stood next to you and examined his friend worriedly.

Suddenly, he burst out into giggles, “Ooohhh...ok cool. Well, um, ok. You see--"

“Hercules,” Alex touched his friend’s arm, “Are you high?”

Hercules nodded slowly, “Stoned. Very stoned. College level stoned.”

“WHAT???” You panicked remembering that the teacher’s faculty bought a whole box from you. 

“Oh my god,” Alex groaned, “Who the fudge brought the pot brownies???” he paused, “LAURENS!”

“Shhh shhh shh...” Hercules pressed a finger to your lips, “It’s ok, just wanted to clarify and I need some help.”

-----

“For the record, I questioned where he got the brownies.” You said as you dropped off another teacher to their home.

Alex sighed from the backseat, “I kno---”  A hand suddenly grabbed onto Alex’s face, “Mmph!”

You glanced at the rear view mirror to see a teacher slowly splaying their arms and legs, eyes wide and red rimmed, and pushing against everyone at the back seat “Metamorphosis...transcendence.”

With a huff, Alex pushed the arm away only to be pushed by another teacher, “I’VE DISCOVERED A NEW COLOR! IT’S THE MIXTURE OF RED AND BLUE!”

Alex groaned, “That’s purple.”

There was an old teacher using Alex’s shoulder as a pillow and steadily drooling on him, you tried very hard not to laugh to not wake Philip in the front seat next to you. 

The teacher, turned butterfly you think, started flapping his arms like a butterfly which smacks Alex --- right in the face.

“Ow!” Alex slapped his hands away, “You’re not a butterfly, stop it!” Then held the teacher’s arms down, “You’re in a car, this is no place to fly!”

You almost swerve from how hard you were laughing. 

NO. Focus on the road.

“You know what? Fuck it.” 

“Alex!” You checked to see if Philip was still asleep. He was.

Thank god.

“Even if we don’t win, I’m pretty sure we’re Best Family.” Alex said confidently.

“Is it because we got most funds?” You teased, “Or maybe it’s because we’re bringing a bunch of stoned teachers home?”

“Well, that and because of how well we all worked as one today,” You glanced at him, he was looking out the window thoughtfully, “It felt really nice to spend time with you two.”  

You felt butterflies in your stomach. 

Was this college again or what?

You kept one hand on the steering wheel and eyes on the road as you reached behind with your free hand.

“Alexander.” 

He turned to look at you, then at your outstretched hand. You didn’t have to turn back to see his warm smile.

Alex took your hand and stroked the back of it with his thumb idly.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too.”