#aaron burr imagine

[astralaffairs]

hi!! before i go i jus wanna say, I love your work 🙏🏽 and I finally watch hamilton last night so I might write for it as well 😋😋 but i have a drabble idea.

anyways— thomas having a dance/ball for a campaign during the election and he meets aaron’s little sister, mc, who snuck in. and he can’t help but take interests in her.

“Now, what’s a lady like you doin’ getting a drink just for yourself? Nobody’s offered to do that for you yet?”

Y/N froze as her fingers met the stem of the champagne flute. She had promised herself she would stay to the outskirts of the ball, and her only goal for the night had been to avoid courting attention. However, the packed room was warm, and it was only more so at its perimeter under the lights, and the crisp bubbly had looked oh-so-inviting.

She turned with a polite smile as she picked up the glass, but her eyes widened when she saw the man behind her with his gleaming smile and his velvet suit. She recognized him instantly; after all, she’d seen him before, and he’d even been in her home, but they’d never formally met. He raised an eyebrow when her smile faltered. “I’ve only just arrived. I haven’t had a chance to speak to much of anyone just yet.”

“Then I’m gonna have to count myself lucky to have found you when I did. Thomas Jefferson.” He offered her a hand as he introduced himself, and when she took it, he dipped down to press a soft kiss to her knuckles. Her eyes went even wider.

She cleared her throat as he drew himself back up to his full height, still holding her by the fingertips, and it took a moment for it to occur to her to withdraw her hand. “You’re the host of this ball, then, if I’m not mistaken. Thank you for opening your home to us like this.”

“Believe me, sugar, the pleasure’s all mine,” he said. “Who’re you here with? Feel like I’ve seen you around, but I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Oh, um, my family’s here somewhere. I came on my own, though, and I was planning to meet them here.”

“Your family?” He pursed his lips. “You’re not a Schuyler, are you?”

“No, no, certainly not,” she replied before hastily adding, “although the Schuylers are lovely people, of course. To be a part of their family would make one lucky.”

“So you know the Schuylers, then?” he mused, and she nodded. His growing smile was making her mouth go dry. “I know where I recognize you from; you’re a Burr, aren’t you? Aaron’s sister?”

“I am, yes.” Her smile was tense, laced with unease. His grin was bright as he plucked a drink for himself off of the table behind them.

“So why haven’t I seen you at one of these before? Your family trying to keep you locked away from all the politics?” he asked, and as her eyebrows fell, he could see the look in her eyes sour.

“They’ve decided I can’t be trusted at this kind of event,” she said bitterly, and he quirked a brow. “Aaron claims he’s afraid I’ll say the wrong thing and jeopardize his career, but really, I think he just can’t deal with the idea of splitting people’s attention between us.”

“But you finally proved yourself trustworthy?” he asked mildly, taking a sip of his drink, and she shrugged uncomfortably.

“I suppose so.”

“Then where’s your dear brother now, hm? Why aren’t you here with the rest of your family?” He watched her expectantly, and when she didn’t answer right away, his grin broadened. “They don’t even know you’re here, do they?”

“No, and you’re not going to be the one to tell them,” she said sharply, pointing her champagne flute at him. He raised his eyebrows, amused by the fervor in her tone. “I had to walk miles alone in the dark to get here; I am not being thrown out as soon as I arrive.”

“Well, sweetheart, if you’re not with them, then really, I should be sendin’ you on your way.” Despite the threat, his voice was breezy, and she frowned.

“And what do you have to gain from kicking me out?”

“The respect and appreciation of your family,” he suggested blithely. “The knowledge that I’m not leavin’ a young lady to walk home alone ‘n vulnerable at the end of the night. ‘S just the right thing to do, really.”

She eyed his small smile for a moment before slowly asking, “But despite that, you’d rather I stay, wouldn’t you?” He shrugged unabashedly. “You’re quite shameless, aren’t you, Mr. Jefferson?”

“Only on a good day.” He winked as he took a sip of his drink. “After all, you went through all that effort to get here. There’s gotta be a good reason for it, huh?”

“Of course. I’m here to expand my mind just like everyone else," she said, and he raised an eyebrow.

“And not for the charming future president we’ve got roaming the ball?”

“Oh, I wasn’t aware there was one. Let me know if you see him?”

His full laugh proved him undeterred, and Y/N’s self-satisfied smile was reluctant. "'M glad to see you inherited more of the family wit than your brother seemed to."

"Please, don't tell him that. A lady needs to keep some things a secret."

"It'll stay between us, then," Thomas said, "but I don't think I ever got your name."

"Why, so you know whose presence to report to my brother?"

"So I know who to ask after the next time I see him." His response was quick, and it had Y/N on her heels. Her eyes were wide, eyebrows raised, but when she opened her mouth to answer—

"Y/N." Both she and Thomas turned on their heels at the loud voice to find her brother striding across the room toward them, and her groan was unchecked. The fury in Aaron's voice was barely contained. "What in the world do you think you're possibly doing here, sneaking out after dark? How did you even get here?"

"I brought myself, since nobody else was willing to take me," she bit back, and Thomas raised his eyebrows as he took a sip of his drink.

"That wasn't your decision to make," Aaron snapped. "We are a family, and you have to respect that—"

"Respect what? That you have total control over my life in the name of family values? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?" she asked. "I respect that you have a career and a reputation to maintain, but I am a person, and—"

"And nothing, Y/N. Put the drink down, and leave Mr. Jefferson at peace," he demanded, and Y/N narrowed her eyes, her jaw set. Aaron turned to Thomas, and much of the fire in his voice had subsided when he said, "I'm sorry for her intrusion, Thomas. We didn't know she had followed us here, and we'll send her home at once."

"Now, Aaron, what makes you think she's uninvited company?" Thomas asked, and both Y/N's and Aaron's brows were raised. "Y/N's my guest here this evening; 's the opposite of an intrusion."

He frowned, glancing between Thomas and Y/N. "You mean you're responsible for her presence here tonight?"

"Well, I invited her, so I suppose you could say that," he said casually, and if he winked when he caught Y/N's eye, Aaron didn't think anything of it. Aaron's lips were pursed and his shoulders tense as he glanced between them.

"Why didn't you tell me Thomas had invited you?" he asked Y/N, and she shrugged.

"I didn't think you'd want to hear it, and I didn't want you trying to prevent me from coming."

"If I'd known he asked you to come—"

"So, what, my personhood is dependent on his permission now?"

"Your presence here is, at least."

"As a Burr, I would've been welcome either way."

"Not unattended, however."

"I can attend to myself just fine."

"You know that isn't what I mean when—"

"Aaron, was there somethin' else you needed?" Thomas cut him off, and Aaron's gaze was affronted when it snapped to him. However, he held his tongue. "I was just about to ask Y/N to dance, assuming that's her decision to make 'n all."

Y/N had to bite back her smile at his words, and although Aaron seemed to recognize the challenge in them as his jaw ticked, he said, "Of course. I'm sorry to have interrupted."

"Don't sweat it. Your concern for your sister is awful sweet, even if it isn't needed here," Thomas responded, his smile warm.

"'Concern' isn't how I'd describe it," Y/N muttered bitterly, and Thomas nudged her with his elbow. She frowned.

"Carry on 'n enjoy the rest of the ball, though, and please send my best to your wife," he said. Aaron could only offer a tense smile in response.

“You as well. I suppose I should go find Theodosia.” He looked down skeptically at Y/N. “How are you planning to get home?”

Y/N’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, I…” She hadn’t thought that far, so her gaze was hopeful when it snapped to Thomas, who held her with a hand at the small of her back.

“I’ll arrange for a carriage to take her home,” he promised. “Don’t you worry, Burr. She’s in safe hands.”

“Right,” he said hesitantly, looking Thomas over. “I’ll leave you to it. Don’t do anything stupid, Jefferson.”

“‘S like you don’t even know who you’re talkin’ to,” Thomas said incredulously, and Aaron scoffed.

“I’m sure.” He barely spared them both another glance before departing unceremoniously, shaking his head all the while, and Thomas chuckled. Y/N turned back toward him.

“You’re a regular local hero,” she said sardonically, but the smile in her eyes betrayed her bored tone. Thomas grinned.

“I do try, sweetheart,” he said lightly, “maybe even in a way that deserves a ‘thank you’?”

“Thank you.” Her voice was sincere. “Really. I owe you.”

“Well, if you mean that,” he said, and his eyes were shining as he looked down at her, “I wouldn’t mind making good on that dance I mentioned. Unless you’re in a real rush to get back to your dear old brother.”

He offered her his arm with an eyebrow raised, and she left her empty glass on the table behind them when she took it, drawing a wide grin from him. “How could I say no to our charming host?"

[hamilfreak]

Madison im watching u why you try not to laugh bruh

ok also solos of hamilton and jeffburrmads

annnnd song is blues by Geordie greep kinda corny but makes me think of hamilton T_T

[blooberri-rabbiteye]

Some fanart for @jennicatzies’ Untitled Timeloop AU! It’s very cool and has me in a chokehold. Single-handedly getting me to make Hamilton fan content again after three years of sobriety.

First picture is based on the idea of Burr and Hamilton switching places for one of the shows.

[ID: A square photograph of a square sketchbook page. In it is featured an inked drawing of Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton from Hamilton: An American Musical, based on the original cast. It is split into two undefined panels going from top to bottom. Only the speech bubbles, signatures, and small text at the top left of the photograph reading “UTL AU” have color.

PANEL 1: Burr, in his first outfit of the show, stands to the left as he fixes his cravat with a confused expression. To his right is a speech bubble, crudely outlined in purple, saying, “You want us to… switch places?”

Below Burr’s speech bubble is Hamilton’s, also crudely outlined in green, reading, “Yeah! I mean, think about it-” The speech bubble continues downward into the second panel.

PANEL 2: The perspective of the two men has changed to be a waist-up, over-the-left-shoulder shot. Burr’s back is now to the camera while Hamilton, in his Alexander Hamilton outfit, smiles up at Burr with his right finger pointed upward. His speech bubble reads, “Maybe us switching can allow for new ideas to change things!”

At the bottom left of the photograph, the date reads, “03/25/25,” following US dating sensibilities.

END ID.]

Second picture is based on the unfortunate reality of some people in history ending up as footnotes in the stories of others. RIP the Theodosia Burrs, I wish we could’ve met you in the musical.

[ID: A nearly-square digital drawing featuring Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton from Hamilton: An American Musical, based on the original cast. It is split into two undefined panels going from top to bottom. While both panels are bust shots of the two men, they are implied to be sitting. They wear their iconic Act 2 outfits while sitting under harsh stage lighting.

PANEL 1: Burr sits with the camera facing his left. He is slumped over his hands, which he holds up as he fiddles with his wedding ring. His face is mournful and tearing up as he says in a speech bubble to his right, colored in purple and reading, “You’re very lucky to still have your family.”

PANEL 2: Hamilton sits with the camera facing his right. He leans back on his out-of-view hands while staring at Burr with a conflicted expression. To his left is another purple-colored speech bubble from Burr, the tail inverted as Burr is off-screen. It reads, “I don’t have mine anymore…”

At the bottom left corner of the picture is a signature reading “@blooberri-rabbiteye on Tumblr.”

END ID.]

Bonus for the traditional version of the second picture:

How I do digital pieces is I sketch and lineart on paper (as I work on my phone with my finger) before taking a picture of the piece and inserting it into Medibang. It was originally left as just the lineart in my sketchbook, but it looked to boring, so I colored it in with highlighters!

[ID: The same picture as the digital piece above, but as a nearly-square photograph of a square sketchbook page. Neither men’s skin is colored, however Burr’s clothing, hair, and speech bubbles are colored in various shades of purple. His wedding ring is colored yellow while his tears are blue. Hamilton’s hair and clothing are, likewise, colored in with various shades of green. In the top left corner is a date, reading, “04/13/25,” following US dating sensibilities. END ID.]

[kqzlqls]

yes (oui), i have a thing for frenchmen, okay?

[gambilton]

Uh oh O_O

[valend]

“Fell In with a little woman. 3 shillings 6 pence. Bad!”

I wish I never learned how to read

Also, was that man cumming in 2 minutes? At 7 he went to a shoe-maker. He then had sex with a woman. And by 8 he was with Bentham at his house

[crys-sp]

Hamilton musical AU where nothing changes except Burr wears the sluttiest open collar EVER

[verververvevev]

Uh oh burr! You shot em! 🦅 🦅 🦅 🇺🇸 🇺🇸 🇺🇸

[cherrybear712]

imagine if duels were still a thing…

[x-azier]

A moment in history

I went to watch hamilton in London yesterday and watched Alexander hamilton griddy

I cried

[nobodysavemysoulitsperfectlyfine]

Every Single Gaia Earth Mother Fucking Song on MYYYYY Octavian Playlist and why it makes sense because I might as well

TWs for dorkiness, blood, madness, and suicidal tendencies, and because I crashout and don't type or articulate well. Messy.

Oh, and headcanons. Yeah. Hahahaha.

Caesar's Nightmare by Jeff Van Dyck - Beautiful music in my opinion, and also because he was written to parallel him.

Nepo Baby by Fox Szn - you CANNOT tell me he doesn't come from a prissy, rich family. Sure I doubt he's very proud of getting that help at all, but still.

"they hate me cause ma Daddy is rich and I'm like goddamn, leave me aloooonne. They want me six feet deep in a ditch, don't hate me cause ma daddy's rich, mother fucking jealous bitch."

Give and Take By Poor Man's Poison - Tis about preparing for a war.

Achilles Come Down - Beautiful music, doesn't exactly fit Octavian in terms of their actions, but still ridiculously prideful, willing all too well to let themselves die, etcetera. Only, no one was begging Octavian not to do it. Except for like, the twelve fangirls out there.

Are You Satisfied? By MARINA - Jesus Christ, probably this entire song. Pretending he's got it all, striving for absolute success whenever possible, risking losing everything. I like to imagine the background chorus (as an animatic that I will never finish, mind you) as his family, peers, FUCKING PERCY, even Apollo, and (without really aware of it) Gaia, all taunting him in his mind. Because we KNOW that bitch was going insane. Just "Are you satisfied, Augustus?" over and Over and over and Over again.

For The Love Of God by MSI - That short period where he believed everything he was doing was for the greater good, that nothing terrible had even been done on his behalf, etc.

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing By Set It Off - Probably how he feels about Percy, possibly Reyna, and anyone else he trusted that turned out to be a 'traitor'. Which, honestly, no surprise there.

Make Of This What You Will by Billy Cobb - For the short period of time that likely comes with Madness, the confusion, the losing memories, disoriention, etc.

Battle Cry by Shafer James - Talking about War, in survivability, how coming out will only be the new beginning to something worse, etc.

BirdHouse in Your Soul By They Might Be Giants - A little self indulgent, I can't really connect these two lol.

Burning Pile by.. Sigh. Mother Mother - Look, normally I avoid Mother Mother to a STUPID point when making these things, but, just because it's him, he gets to have it. Self Destructive tendencies, problems with rage and pushing everything away.

Hermit The Frog By MARINA - Setting all of his eggs in the completely wrong basket, putting everything he had into a cause that would've destroyed him either way, whether it be Gaia killing them all or what would've happened if they revolted and killed him specifically (spoilers I guess?) "I let it fly too high and it shattered too soon, I broke my glass balloon."

Seventeen By MARINA - He's only implied to be, what? Eighteen years old at max? That means seventeen years old vaguely aligns with the time Jason was captured, and I assume a whole lot of other bad shit happened. "The rise of a king and the fall of a Queen" could mean that he had to rise to power, and how in comparison Reyna, poor girl, was struggling much more without him. Because, seriously, girl was GOING THROUGH IT.

All Eyes On Me By Bo Burnham - Hopelessness. Accepting his fate. Need I say more.

Aaron Burr, Sir from Hamilton - Their crashouts are so damn similair, ngl. Especially with the way that Percy climbed the ranks stupidly fast, even if he didn't want to at all. All of the lyrics pretty much match.

Our Word By Thirty Six Questions - More on the headcanony side, his family seems like the type to keep a LOT of terrible secrets. And plus, they probably don't even know about their son's death.

Honor To Us All from Mulan - Honestly, I sorta view him as being more on the AroAce spectrum, so he could probably give less of a shit about seeming hot to women (that aren't Jason at least) but DEFINITELY cares about giving Honor back to New Rome and Camp Jupiter.

Sleeping Giants By The Crane Wives - Also kind of self indulgent, just about him and his prophetic sense as a Haruspex (Sorry, I meant Augur (no I didn't)), feeling that something is wrong but being unable to pin point it, etc. "My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears, I feel something calling me,"

Average By Sushi Soucy - Trying Stupidly hard not to be like everyone else, absolutely NEEDING to be someone important and needed to the Legion.

My Dad is Rich By Danny Gonzales - Every tragedy needs to have at least one or two funny guys, right? Another silly song about his family's probable weird ass background. No, Rick, I don't care if you describe him as looking incestuous, here's a funny vampire song. No explanation needed.

A song from Miracle Musical that my keyboard literally doesn't fucking let me type. It sounds cool. Sorry.

I'm Autistic (I don't get social cues) by BJ Connolly - I genuinely think this song is fucking hilarious and suits him, even if his problems with masking (which he just.. Doesn't do at all. Exact opposite of Jason, who does it ALL the time) don't exactly involve hook up culture. I don't have time to get into All of the reasons that I believe Octavian has Autism (ask for it and maybe), but I feel like it would help the fandom more understand why their reasons for hating him are so flawed, especially just based off of what.. Micro expressions? Come on. Rick writing is, and I cannot articulate this for the life of me, feels REALLY ableist, sexist, racist, etc, in ways that are "subtle" and hard to pinpoint. Anyways. Haha autism and dick song funny.

Army Dreamers by Kate Bush - Young men serving in wars they never should've had to, their lives being lost too soon. Sometimes I imagine Dakota (should've been a rock star), Octavian (should've been a politician) and Jason (should've been a father) all lined up together and oh shit the tears are coming fuck.

We are Not the Same Person By Drew Gorden and Danny Gonzales - Just because Viria's fan art of Octavian, Jason Grace, and Like Castellan all look insanely similar.

Stuck Inside By Black Gryph0n - Again, self indulgent. Knows he's doing something wrong, knows that people are most definitely going to be killed (I don't CARE what the Riordan says, people absolutely died) etc.

Haunting My Dreams By Skyfixing - The prophetic nightmares, daydreams, and visions he probably has that get worse with the madness.

I'M SANE By AXIE - Coz he's not. Ha.

Not Evil from The Lego Movie 2 - I think I'm so hilarious for this one. Only issue is, sometimes I switch back between him acting as wildstyle (disbelieving) and Leo Valdez acting as Queen Whatevaiwannabe (offering great things in a weird and not reassuring way), and I switch their parts in the song often. Mildly entertaining.

GOSSIP By Mâneskin - HATING ON PEOPLE. HATING THEM. HATING THEIR WAYS.

My Ordinary Life by The Living Tombstone - When he believed he was really about to earn it all, when the Legion believed his word, honestly saw him as something great.

Sonne By Rammastein - It's about the sun, and from the few lyrics I can decipher (No I will not use google, fuck you) and about how it shines the brightest of them all, basically how he will NEVER live up to being the Savior Of Rome the way he was promised.

Venetian Blind Man By ohohoho boy we're gettti g to the Will Wood Section. Oakyyy. Also about his Wrath for the Greeks and blind loyalty clouding his judgement.

Welcome to Camp Here and There By Will Wood - I lik the jinkles.

Evening Announcements By Will Wood - Same exact story.

It Ends Tonight by All American Rejects - the title made me giggle.

War Isn't Murder by Jesse Welles. Just. The. E tire. Thing. Sob.

Cigarette Daydreams by Cage The Elephant - Again, only being so young, supposedly having so much ahead of him, not being able to change or grow the same way everyone else does, feeling left behind, also because RICK ONLY FUXKINF MENTIONS HIM FOR THE SAKE OF POKING JOKES AND THE ONE TIME WILL SOLLACE CARED IT WAS IMMEDIATELY BRUSHED OFF. I GET NICO IS DESENSITIZED, BUT CHRIST MANNN.

Everybody Wants To Rule The World By Tears For Fears - This level of self awareness, that, yes, he thirsts for power and control. But also that so many other people do the exact same in their rat race of a life. His strive for greatness.

Just A Man By Jorge Riverra-Herrans - Something Something how he was only human and doing it for what "the gods" (Gaia all along) promised. Also just really great song. Also tackles the idea of how something so minor can snowball into such a large and complex issue before you even know it. How a lanky, teenage boy is suddenly known as this harsh, murderously violent ruler who deserved what he got. How people are naive enough to think that he was always this way, and not yet another horrible product of environment.

The Mind Electric By Miracle Musical - The whole backwardness of the writing (ha, get it), the way everything is jumbled up, making little to no sense unless you really think about it. Pleading insanity for his crimes, his brain claiming glory over him (the madness), being sent to the infirmary (which he never even got). Watching as his people are being used and abused by a system that he is now in control of, and especially how the survivors never think to question Camp Jupiter's ways the same way that Kronos' army was questioned. I could go on and on about how people treat them and the way it's really unjust on either side. But not right now.

Nobody Likes Me by ABC Kids - That one Michael Afton animatic. Pretty much it.

Oh No! By MARINA - Huh, wonder if it's the entire fucking album I dashed in there. Anyways, the entire fucking album being about his strive for success yadda yadda, putting off most social connections to the side, literally going nuts just chasing a dream.

The Family Jewels By MARINA - Again, more about his fictitious relationship with his family that I made up in my head. About how manipulative is behind everyone's back, how he is likely the disappointment of the family and will now never rise from it, how he probably disgraced everyone. Now would be a good time to mention that I think his last name is probably Gallo or Gallus. Because rooster. A haha.

Can you tell I haven't slept.

Left Behind By Dagames - Because nobody fucking gives a shit about him /j

Your Stupid Face By Kevin Mackay - Also pretty self indulgent, I think that if you were to ship him with anyone at all, this is how it would probably go. Realistically, that boy does NYAT process those emotions until it's too damn late.

Candle Queen By Ghost and Pals - Because I imagine him as the youngest child, but also as someone who was pretty much the glass child of the family. Ignored. Uncared for. His only saving grace (Grace? Get it?) Being his ability to Haruspex better than his siblings.

Brave As A Noun By AJJ - Just the messiness of it all. There's no way he completely Blindsidef the entire time.

Monster By Skillet - I think it's funny, especially given that he was raised by Lupa. Sometimes I imagine him bragging to Jason about how much of an alpha he is, flexing his muscles, only for their to be absolutely nothing.

Abbey By Mitski - Hungry for power, for recognition. For love. To be top. He is something - hardly even a normal teenager, not a mortal but hardly considered a demigod, the Savior of Rome but also a horrible tyrant. The light being, knowing that there has to be a way out, and seeing that death is his only honest escape, where the cold hands of the deceased are warmer than anyone else he ever knew. The Waiting. The climbing the ranks. Needing to be heard by Apollo, honored for his accomplishments, his skills. Born waiting, born into a fate, a destiny that was merciless. Being a pawn for everyone else, even those who didn't fancy themselves as cruel.

No Surprises By RadioHead - Yeesh, this section is miserable. My organs are moving in weird ways they should not be.

Malmo By Mook - Throwing everything to the wind, not trying to be much of a person right now, because being a leader, a warrior, their praetor, is much more important at the moment.

I'm afraid I'll go to Heaven By Moon Walker - Fearing what remains after death, knowing that there could either be the inevitable shame from ever soul that he ever comes across, his ghost being seen by Will in TSatS, or the unlikely, being praised and finally seen by someone with accurate judgement.

Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want By The Deftones - needing one thing and one thing only before he goes. The time to shine.

(Kaboom)

The Pitiful Children By Be More Chill - Seeing knew recruits (definitely Hazel and Frank) and thinking "jeez, these guys are absolute losers. Might as well give them a little stab in the right direction."

I hear a symphony by Cody Fry - Being exposed to the truth all too damn late

Survive By Jorge Rivera Herrans - believing that as soon as the Greeks were captured and Camp Half Blood was taken over, they would finally be safe and the conflicts with the Gods would end.

Bohemian Rhapsody By Queen - Because Octavian is a fucking nerd who's obsessed with things like that, waddayya want outta me?

From God's Perspective By Bo Burnham - Literally needing a slap in the face to realize that so many of the things he thought was being done for Apollo were absolute bullshit. Every time I listen to this song, it's a fun time and all, when suddenly, BOOM. "No one entertains the thought, that, maybe God does not believe in you." It fucking HURTS for no reason at all 😭. The fact that after everything, Apollo only saw him as a minor stain on the rug. I LOVE ToA, don't get me wrong, but for fuck's sake, Rick. That was absolutely Apollo's fault, and Octavian can't be the scapegoat for LITERALLY FUCKING EVERYTHING AFTER LUKE.

Yeesh, this isn't going well.

61/ out of 121 checkpoint. Ha. Ah ah.

Let me know if there should be a part two. Also, if you made it this far, or are just patient enough to scroll, here's the link. Thanks for watching me dry heave over and over again about an anemic loser.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0A2Po6UD28OtkNlrg0FHIG?si=cKk1uKO_S-C7uscvViwlLg&pi=iDU-1c7tThGDp

Hope it works.

[reueslee]

I swear, when it comes to the ‘Burr showed no remorse’ thing I am willing to fight the entire planet one by one. All the examples of ‘callousness’ are such obvious self-defence mechanisms. I mean, this is the guy who got queasy just *hearing* about a set of executions. Sorry, just felt the need to rant in a sympathetic inbox :)

I notice you’re also interested in Luther Martin. I am so here for Martin content. It is very frustrating being hyperfixated on AmRev in the UK without access to decent sources!

YES. His "callousness", his "coldness", his "heartless" behavior, every time a historian is discussing Burr in a negative light, they almost always misinterpret a likely trauma symptom or defense mechanism as some nefarious or malicious... It gets on my nerves.

I literally came across this the other day, regarding Martin's defense of Aaron Burr:

Scharf, J. Thomas. History of Western Maryland, 1882, p. 384

"The most heartless man the country ever produced." Are we talking about the same Burr...?

I could rant about it for days. Perhaps I will on here, someday. Give me fuel and I'll rant like crazy.

And, yes, I am interested in Luther Martin! I actually read a thesis on him yesterday by a past student at my university from during the 1940's while at our Special Collections. I took photos of the entire thing too, which I'll add to my history Google drive and give to anyone who wants it, but probably not circulate it any more than that. I didn't have enough time to fully read the entire thing, but it was really interesting! It helped me understand just how much the coping mechanisms back then varied and how destructive they could be for others and the self. I'd like to give all of those guys intensive therapy, stat.

It also reminded me not to take every interpretation as fact; The author made a really big claim that Luther Martin had a crush on Theodosia Burr Alston. Upon referencing what he cited for that (Blennerhassett's journal, and historians citing the same section of the journal), it was described to be an "idolatrous admiration" that both Martin and Blennerhassett shared for Theo. Additionally, Martin is quoted as saying this:

Obrecht, Everitt D., The Influence of Luther Martin in the Making of the Constitution of the United States, Maryland Historical Magazine, 1932, p. 181

Take that as you will, but I personally can't see that alluding to some crush that Martin would have on Theodosia. Protective and affectionate compassion for Theo? Yes. Strictly romantic? From direct evidence, it doesn't seem like such. Rather, I'd argue the opposite – he seems to deeply feel for Theo as Burr's daughter, and their relation to one another. For the admiration aspect of it, I mean.... How are you not going to admire her, by all accounts she was an impressive, stunning woman. I'd be fangirling (or have that "idolatrous admiration" as the olden folk said) as well.

That is just one of the many things I read about Martin, but it really stuck out to me because after every piece of misinformation I've had to challenge about Burr, I always make sure to check the direct evidence people are citing. Sometimes, these guys truly do just be saying shit.

Also, if you (or anyone 👀) ever need any access to academic journals, books, manuscripts, etc, just let me know. I can't imagine being so far away from the subject matter you're researching, it's one of the main reasons I chose university in Virginia, rather than my home state, Tennessee. I can access most things in person or online, and if my university doesn't give me access to something I'll ride up to the Library of Congress if I need to HAHAHA. Internet Archive tends to have so much though – the modern historian/hobby-historian's best friend!

[lanfykins]

please share the letters btween burr and troup!

I am sorry this took so long, anon! I was hoping I would find some more buried in the Burr Papers, but those really are just his political letters.

Anyway. Burr and Troup wrote to each other freqently after they both left the army. They address the letters to “my dear Bob” and “my dear Burr”; later “my dear Aaron”. Very few people ever called Burr by his first name.

Burr on Troup: “He is the companion I would wish in my studies. He is a better antidote for the spleen than a ton of drugs.”

Burr to Troup: “I hope your philosophy will not have forsaken you. Far from you be gloom and despondency. Attune your organs to the genuine ha! ha! 'Tis to me the music of the spheres; the sovereign specific that shall disgrace the physician's art, and baffle the virulence of malady. Hold yourself aloof from all engagements, even of the heart.“

Troup to Burr: “I assure you, my future prosperity and happiness in life depends, in a greater measure than you may imagine, on my living and studying with you; and the sooner we get seated in some retired place, where we may live cheaply and study without interruption, the better. I know myself—I think I know you perfectly. I am more deceived than ever I was if we do not live happily together, and improve beyond our most sanguine expectations. Delay not, therefore, a single moment, my dear Burr, but come for me yourself. A horse or a chair without you will be unwelcome.”

“I am so much attached to you, my dear Burr, and feel myself so much interested in every thing which concerns you, that I believe, and hope sincerely, it will be many years before we separate if we can once sit down together. As long as my slender fortune will permit me to live without business, we will, if you find it agreeable, enjoy the pleasures of retirement. And when we enter on the theatre of the world, why not act our parts together? Heaven grant that we may. I repeat it again, my dearest friend, lose not a moment's time in coming for me.”

Troup to Burr: “My dear Aaron, I want words to express my pleasure in anticipating the satisfaction of retiring from the cares of the world with you, and living in all the simple elegance of ancient philosophers.”

Troup to Burr: “How I shall be able to requite your friendship is a matter beyond my penetration. I declare, before the Searcher of all hearts, that I consider your happiness and welfare as inseparable from my own, and that no vicissitudes of fortune, however prosperous or calamitous they may be, will ever tear you from my heart.”

Aren’t they adorable?

Burr’s biographer Davis comments: “Colonel Troup lived until the year 1832. In manhood, for more than half a century, he venerated Colonel Burr for his genius, his talents, his chivalry, his intrepidity of character, his disinterestedness, his generosity. He deplored his weaknesses, and abhorred his vices. But when he viewed the whole man, from youth to more than threescore and ten years, he loved and respected him.”

[presidentkittycherk]

pardon me... are you aaron burr, derp!????? take me back...

okay cuz recetnlu when i listen to rahtata all i can imagine at this part is this,, i was trying to work on my Pierre video but it was genuinly making me contemplate death once i finished my storyboard so i decided to bring my light into the world and make burr fly and derp.. i kno i know more tyler i cant stop gof famn it! this is also of coarse dedicated to @hamilfreak the truest by being THE derp burr realizer.

i also prey the audio is synched right i did this all with bluetooth headphones and i dont want to take them off sooooooooooo ...

thank you all i hope this works as a scheduled post it hasnr worked in da past but im trying for 9 am(b4 i wake up sigh) its 3 am now, so goodnight to my nation (and when you will receive this, GOODMORNING! <3)

[thestoryteller-thedreamer]

I have lots of shorter fic ideas. Please let me know if any of them are decent/ worth pursuing/ etc (and I'm not quitting any of my other fics, but why have two currently ongoing when you could have more?)

Hamilton x Sons of Garmadon/ Hunted: Imagine "What'd I Miss" Lord Garmadon edition, Lloyd singing "Helpless," and Harumi playing the part of Aaron Burr

Rebel Queen Vania, roaming the Merged Lands with Benthomaar at her side and Hailmar babysitting the royal couple (probably a one shot where they run into Cole and get to meet his family, but who knows where this could go...)

Jay and Nya cleaning. Just a wholesome fluff fic about them cleaning together.

A Timebomb fic with Ekko finding Jinx after Arcane (or the scene where he tells her about the AU Powder and shows her that she still has the potential for good inside)

A different twist on Ninjago S3 from Kai's perspective, where everything seems normal, but there's like weird details that are off and the final chapter has a plot twist (sorry this one's so vague)

Create an OC who is very unlucky, so they are always in the wrong place at the wrong time when the villains attack Ninjago. They are repeatedly captured for miscellaneous reasons (hostage, information, to test booby traps), but Lloyd is also captured, so they get to bond in their shared cage.

I don't know. What do you all think? Any other suggestions for me?

[regretisstoredintheme]

Request! Rise Donnie x reader that is smarter than him and teases him about it and he's furious about having a crush on them being 100% oblivious that reader already knows and feels the same way. From Donnie's POV. PLEASE and thank you!

I’ve been dreaming of a— HMMMMMM????

Request, you say????

“Anonymous asked: Request! Rise Donnie x reader that is smarter than him and teases him about it and he's furious about having a crush on them being 100% oblivious that reader already knows and feels the same way. From Donnie's POV. PLEASE and thank you!” 

A/N: unfortunately, I can’t see any way that this would go well... If any writer wants to take this prompt and make a fluff version of this, have at thee! But I can only imagine this going one way….

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Smarter. (A Oneshot) - Donatello x Reader

Warnings: Spoilers for Witch Town & Mind Meld, angst, hurt no comfort, Y/n misreads his feelings, Donnie is a protective father. 

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The science guy. 

That was me.

I “dealt” with things. The “Bill Nye” comments, the teasing, the bantering, the loneliness, the hours of work into every, single, little project I made. I’ve hacked into every camera in NYC. I’ve created sentient machines, reprogrammed a useless movie vehicle to be the best in the world, I would say. Made bombs, robbed and reverse robbed banks, created rockets, bombs, ingenious battle devices, tech-bo, for christs sake! And so! Many! More! But… 

Then, there was you.

Perfect, in absolutely every way. Mystic, science, physics, hell — you even beat me in banter, leaving me speechless nearly every time. And you rubbed it in my face. You were the Hamilton to my Aaron Burr. It didn’t help that you checked off all my boxes, Cute and mean, that was my type, and I wanted to bond with you, a fellow scientist who I didn’t have to dumb down my talk for, someone I could be myself around! but you… you made yourself impossible to tolerate. I admit I didn’t take it well, when I realized…

You were everything I wanted to be. 

“Awww, is this Shelldon?” You scratched behind one of his many ears, making him trill in delight. “Ahhahawww thanks, dude! Yeah that’a me.” He responded, leaning into your touch. “He’s cute! What coolant do you take, buddy?” You asked, talking down to him like a child, the exact way Sheldon had always reprimanded me for. 

“Donnie’s experimenting with different types,” Yes I am, “He’s trying Castrol Radicool Premix right now, it’s been doing good so far.” Thank you. 

As expected, you inhale sharply through your teeth, making my attention pique from what I was trying to distract myself with. “Donnie really doesn’t take care of you, huh?”

…

What?

Me? 

I don’t take care of Shelldon?

“Uhhh… I don’t know if that’s—“ I can’t bring myself to let him finish, already standing from my gaming chair. I turned on my heel, fury in my eyes as I rolled the seat out of the way, “Excuse me?”

You chuckled, and felt my blood boil, “Awh, Donnie, you’re blushing! Embarrassed?” 

“Infuriated.” I answered. 

“Oh come off it, I simply think you should try Ethylene Glycol, it would be so much better for winter.” I grit my teeth, every word from your sicky-sweet voice made my skin crawl. I would have attacked you right then and there if I didn’t know you had better tech. Hah, better tech… better than me? ME of all people? No. 

I furrow my brows, “That was next on my list..” I seethe, feeling my nerves spike as you poked my shoulder. I hated when you did that, it made my face go red and my palms sweat. Curse this irony, it was like smiling at a joke from a person you’re mad at. It’s frustrating, but involuntary. 

“C’mon, we both know you’re not really mad, you’re just frustrated cuz you like me. Look at that blushing nose~!” I felt my voice catch in my throat as you leaned into my face, wanting nothing more than to push you away already. My body was experiencing a freeze response, and I couldn’t even bring myself to push you, it was as if my bones were made of high-grade titanium, the same as my tech. 

I clenched my fists, feeling a bit of my confidence return as Shelldon flew to my side. “I thought I was supposed to be the narcissist…” I hissed, feeling my face redden with anger. I’ve never hated anyone more. 

Your face turns confused, but I can’t bring myself to realize you might have misunderstood my feelings, “You think you’re so great, don’t you?” Shelldon cowers, I know he hates when I raise my voice, so I lower to a furious whisper, “You think you can just waltz into my lab, my life, and tell me how to run things?” My nails dig into my palm, I resist the urge to threaten you, knowing your body would never be found beneath my hands. 

“You think you’re the science guy, don’t you? Think you can correct everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve and just take my place!?” Make me worthless? Be the purple sibling? What next, re-wiring my systems? Taking scraps and making a dark matter accelerator? Drawing on eyebrows to a cheap version of my bandana!?

Your eyebrows knit, “woah, woah, Dondon, I didn’t mean—“ “Don’t fucking call me that!!” I seethe, feeling tears prick at my eyes, I hate how emotional I am when I’m angry, but I’m too deep in now. Some weak, soft shelled part of my heart is telling me to apologize, but I’ve always, always acted with my head. It’s telling me you’re a threat. And you are… aren’t you? 

“I’m not a child!” I can feel my heartbeat, eyes wide and I take a deep breath to lower my voice. “And Y’know what, I think I finally found something I’m better at.” I fold my arms, watching a frown finally form on your face. 

“Really?” You glared, matching my stiff body language.

“Yeah.” I huff, “Reading the room.” 

“You? Read a room?” You scoffed, seeming just as offended, but I didn’t mind. “Ever think maybe, I did all these things — not to take your place, but to impress you?” 

“Oh, you made an impression. Alright.” You… wanted to impress me? I turned my back to you, a small voice telling me that maybe, just maybe, I.. wasn’t acting with my head.. “A bad one.” Why am I so defensive? Why did all this get to me? Shelldon was uncomfortable, I was uncomfortable, hell, I bet my brothers could hear this! They’re probably uncomfortable! why couldn’t I be the bigger turtle and just move on?

“Just… leave..” I waved at the air, sinking into my seat with a little regret. Why was it, that around you, I was never enough? That I was just the small, weak soft shell who couldn’t play rough with his brothers? Who broke his glasses? Who practically wore a pillowcase for protection?

Why couldn’t I be cool for you? Why was I talked down to? I’ve accomplished so many things, why is it that nobody can ever look at me in awe!? Why am I always admiring someone else, and never being admired?

“…” the tension in the room began to dissipate, and I listened with baited breath as you closed the curtain behind you. I let out the sigh, and I hear Shelldon round the corner, landing his head on mine, “Well, that could’ve gone better…” he muttered, and I feel something strange as I look down at my workbench— grief? Guilt? Whatever it is, it stuck, no matter how badly I didn’t want to admit it.

“Yeah..” I mutter, twirling my screwdriver, “Yeah it could’ve.” 

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A/N: I feel like this might be a lil OOC, am I the only one who gets that vibe?? Idk I’m not really feeling this one, lmk what you guys think 😭 I guarantee another writer could best me at this prompt, and I offer it up to anyone interested! Hope this was ok, anon, really hope I didn’t wreck your day.  —