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How should I draw you and Jefferson? (Like what are you two doing.)

im hitting him with a really big baseball bat.

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JAMILTON APPLE TREND! ugh this took me so long, but it is my duty as Jamilton CEO!

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OMG ON THE CALL LIST WHEN THEY WERE LOOKING FOR PEOPLE TO PLAY JIMMY FROM BANDSTAND THEY SAID HE WANTED DONNY ROMANTICALLY OMG. I'm pretty sure it's most seen whenever Donny and Jimmy first meet, he goes into the club and asks for Jimmy, "We're not open," "well the back door is." And then in the papermill production (not pro-shot/film) Jimmy comes out to Donny. BOTH FULL PRO-SHOT AND PAPERMILL PRODUCTION AVAILABLE ON YOUTUBE!

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BANDSTAND FANS! if you're still alive, and in the fandom... I have a AO3 I wrote for you! Instead of it being post WW2, it's WW1 so it can take place on the 1920s! The jazz age! My favorite! After getting out of the war, Donny made a deal with some Mafia people, operating a money laundering club, that club? THE NOVA CLUB! They play jazz! Jimmy is a divorce lawyer and still canonically gay! If you want to read, it's 'They Kill Trumpet Players, Don't they?' by Ramencat1348

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I feel like the George Washington ask blog and the king George one is its own fandom, because we have edits and fanart made just for them, we have literally revived George^2.

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ANATOLE IF HE WAS IN POKEMON! Okay, so he's a show off, so I think Meowscarada and Togekiss work perfectly for this. So he uses them just to get Natasha, he secretly loves them though. They were brought from breeders, (because he doesn't have a moral compass, doesn't see right or wrong, only does whatever gets himself what he wants, aka hedonism.) Comment or request if you want other musical characters! i can do more great comet or whatever!

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2ND TIME ANIMATING, NEED ADVICE! Tried animation... Does anyone have any tips or critiques? I just don't like the eight shot transitions and I feel like it'd be better slowed down, around 60 frames. Oh, and @the-hamilton-files-author for Alex obviously.

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(ART BY: Annijean ,character by me)

This art i got for art fight omg... It's so crazy good I don't even know if I can ever repay them. I'm making an animation for their character now. I WROTE SO MANY PARAGRAPHS THANKING THEM.

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WOOOHOOOOOO FIRST ART FIGHT ATTACK I LOVE IT!! art done by YOURfavXraTerestrial on art fight!

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1: I've had a hyperfixation on the founding fathers since I was 11.

2: I'm also really into CIA files like MK Ultra, project artichoke, project paper clip, unit 731 (I think? The nazi one) and I've written multiple essays on these.

3: I play clarinet and I'm a female tenor! (Band and theatre geek) yes I get all the male roles because they're is barely any guys in theatre and I have the vocal range of one.

Sorry, BUT YOU'RE GETTING TAGGED AHAHA @foundingfathersyaoi @allthingswhumpyandangsty @ask-johnlaurens @pr1ncesa-fresita

If you get this, answer w three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs!

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1- i'm bi(lingual/sexual/ohazard)

2- have a fursona but i swear to christ and all that is holy that i'm not a furry

3- i plan on learning to draw

@p2ii @mell-150 @incohesiveramblings @boot2004 @ysabelmystic @gokbukesstuff @picklewater

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Got my first AO3 comment and omg. Especially for a dead fandom (Bandstand the musical) was so happy I had to screen shot (DONT WORRY I WROTE A LOOTTT BACK) I guess you could say they were a cool guy. Felt the need to blur the name, just to be nice.

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ADD ME ON ARTFIGHT AND READ MY AO3 FOR MY OC'S! Finally finished my Art for Raithe Datura Sterling. Love her. Our schizo dictator. Kim john unn or whatever he's called ahh pose😭

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Forgot I made this and needed to post it.

(promoting my artfight/AO3) I Wrote a book for all my OC's, I'm. Ramencat1348 on AO3/artfight but this is Alex, he lives in dystopian 2082 America where children are genetically modified and made and curated for certain jobs! he was a sniper for a FBI agency and now is the leader/dictator of that agency! (YES HE HAS A WIFE BECAUSE SO MANY PEOPLE ASK, SHES SCHIZOPHRENIC)

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ALSO ADD ME ON ARTFIGHT, TEAM CRYSTALS💜🔮

NEW BOOK CHARACTER FROM MY AO3! she's a Droid in the book, mad scientist who managed to put her brain and soul into a robot and is immortal. (She genetically modified Raithe and Frost, and most every one who has been a dictator for ONIX. (All branches, medical, law, military. Did I ever mention Rowan, Raithe, and Alex we're in the military branch?)

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I'm doing commissions for Digital art, singing, writing fanfiction or lyrics, composition, clarinet solos or orchestra pieces! Here are some of my commissions I've already done with consent to post!

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Made this for my OC, Alexander Varen, and realized he looked like Allie!

(he's from a book I'm writing in 2082 with a dystopian government, and he works for an underground FBI agency, the theme for the book is 'History Always Repeats Itself.' if you want literally any more details or absolutely anything, Just DM, or ask!

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IM WRITING A BOOK AND WOULD LIKE ANYTHING YOU GUYS HAVE TO OFFER, ADVICE, WHATEVER! (This is a nightmare for my schizophrenic character!)

The girl was drenched in blood. Not just splattered or smeared, but soaked, as if she had been marinating in it for hours. Thick, congealed rivulets clung to her skin, matting her hair into sodden ropes that stuck to her cheeks and forehead. The pool beneath her had the consistency of syrup, black in the dim light, a grotesque mirror that reflected the flickering fluorescent hum above. The air reeked of rust and decay, metallic and rancid, like a butcher's shop left to rot in the summer heat.

Her eyes—if they could even be called that anymore—were stretched wide, so impossibly wide that the whites bulged, strained, threaded through with red like shattered glass. Her pupils, black and bottomless, swallowed the color of her irises whole, leaving nothing but hollow, gaping voids. They twitched, rolling in uneven, erratic movements, as if she were seeing something beyond him, something crawling in the periphery, just beyond the veil of the visible world.

Then, her lips split open, and she grinned. Or at least, she tried to. The movement of her mouth was unnatural, jagged—her lips peeled back too far, the skin stretching until it split at the corners, tiny red fissures opening up like paper cuts made with razor wire. The muscles in her jaw trembled as the grin widened further, her teeth bared in a grotesque, rigid snarl. They were wrong—some chipped, others sharpened to unnatural points, like shards of bone forced into place.

A sound gurgled from her throat, starting as a breathless, wet giggle. It was uneven, catching on something, as if there was something inside her throat, blocking the sound from coming out properly. Then, the giggle cracked, splintering into something sharper, louder. The laughter erupted, raw and jagged, peeling out of her like something was physically tearing its way up her windpipe. The force of it sent thick ropes of blood splattering from her mouth, dripping down her chin in sluggish rivulets.

And still, she laughed.

It grew louder, more hysterical, a noise that shouldn’t be coming from something human. The pitch fluctuated wildly—low, guttural wails mixed with high, ear-splitting shrieks. Her whole body convulsed with it, shoulders jerking, ribs heaving. The muscles in her throat bulged unnaturally, shifting beneath her skin like something was writhing inside, something alive.

A fresh wave of blood spilled from her mouth, but this time, it poured, as if her insides were liquefying. It cascaded down her front in thick, viscous streams, pooling into the mess already surrounding her. It bubbled up past her teeth, choking her laughter into a wet, gurgling rasp, yet still—still—she tried to force the sound out, her whole body quaking with the effort.

Her fingers twitched at her sides, then spasmed, curling into sharp claws. Her nails were broken, jagged, caked with something too dark to just be blood. She lifted one trembling hand and dug her fingers into the flesh of her own cheek, nails sinking in, peeling the skin away like damp paper. Strings of muscle and sinew clung to her fingertips as she pulled, her grin stretching wider, wider, the skin splitting down to expose the glistening, white-pink tissue beneath.

And then, without breaking eye contact, without stopping her twisted, blood-choked laughter—she tore the flesh away.

It peeled from her face in long, sticky ribbons, revealing raw, exposed muscle, gleaming wetly under the flickering lights. Blood wept from the open wound, soaking her collarbone, staining the fabric of whatever remained of her clothing. The laughter choked out for a moment as her throat clenched, as if she were swallowing something too thick, too solid.

Then, with a violent lurch, she vomited.

A flood of red and black spewed from her mouth, splattering onto the floor with a sickening, wet plop. Something thick and solid thudded against the concrete, twitching. A lump of something—something that shouldn't have come from inside her, something that still pulsed, faintly, as if it were alive.

And yet—yet—through it all, she smiled.

She smiled as her face peeled apart.

She smiled as her body shuddered, torn between laughter and agony.

She smiled as the blood filled her throat, drowning her.

And in that moment, she looked less like a person and more like something that should never have existed at all.

(if you want more or any details about this, PLEASE comment or DM! I also am looking for a publisher, maybe people to help write? But I've been doing pretty good, I'm at 31k Words right now! But absolutely anything is greatly appreciated!)