#charles lee

[ramshackledtrickster]

Day 3: Enemy

“I said I would find you.”

“And so you have!”

Small note on the scar— I don’t think the game ever explained how Connor got his cheek scar so my headcanon is that it’s Lee’s fault too (either by cutting his face on a rock when he was shoved to the ground, or a more deliberate action by Lee

Also just saying ahead of time please don’t tag or respond with ‘give me lee’ jokes they personally annoy me lmao sorry

[dragoninahumancostume]

85 things I love in Hamilton:

When a line of a song repeats on another song but slightly different or the exact same in a slightly different context or the exact same with the same context ("Look around look around" by Eliza vs by Alex, "I'm helpless" in Helpless vs Non-stop vs Say no to this)

The way it sounds like Lin is spitting on the P's in "My time's uP, wise uP, eyes uP"

How everyone agrees that Lafayette let his hair loose after Yorktown and that if he put it on a ponytail again Hamilton would react the same way Doofenschmirtz does with Perry and his hat

Everyone seems to agree Laurens should go running to be with Angelica, Eliza and Maria when they sing "Me? I loved him"

Daveed Diggs

The historical inaccuracy making songs even better (example: "How the sausage gets made" sung in 1790's when sausages were brought in the 1800's. Philip dying before the election of 1800 and in July when he actually died in November of 1801. Burr being Charles' second.)

Being able to tell which song is which even when they start off the same (alexander hamilton, guns and ships and winter's ball) by slight differences

"Can we agree that duels are dumb and immature?" *sends a letter wanting to duel* "All he had to do was die. We ought give it a try." *kills Alex*

"I was chosen for the constitutional convention! :D"

Aaron's voice and expressions

"Wheeeee!" -Charles Lee

Animatics vs The actual musical (example: the king dancing in the animatic, him standing with a death stare in the musical)

Hamilton being happy he finally has friends

The dance in My Shot

Lafayette and Hercules dancing

Hercules showing off his pants

Lafayette flexing his muscles

John Laurens screaming passionately in the "shout it from the rooftops" part

Angelica's voice and expressions

John looking like he's checking Ham out

The difference between the musical and the studio recording, specifically the pauses that for me sound like they're trying to regain some breath to continue singing

Hercules as the flower girl

The foreshadowing (?) ("I may not live to see our glory" *dies*/ *doesn't count to ten in French* *dies because his opponent didn't count to ten*)

Peggy getting distracted by John in Schuyler Sisters

"my dog speaks more eloquently than thee"

"You don't have the votes ha-ha-ha"

Ham stopping his dance and fixing his jacket when Philip enters in Helpless

King George literally spitting in You'll be back

*Philip dies, Ham is mourning* "Can we get back to politics 🙄. Who you gon' vote for?"

When they're waiting for their turn on the song (Ham behind the king before Right Hand Man. John and Laf on the stairs behind Washington in "Your excellency, sir")

Washington's voice

The backup dancers they're literally so good

Ham: making a plan. Hercules: BRAH

Ham pushing Laf away so he could talk with Angelica

HAMILTON WROTE THE OTHER 51

[yasashii-leaf]

Yes but imagine Haytham letting you braid flowers in his hair and he keeps them in as long as possible. Even in the midst of important meetings

[justanotherhamiltrash]

Lafayette, handing Laurens an envelope: For you.

Lafayette, handing Hamilton an envelope: And you.

Lafayette, handing Mulligan an envelope: And you.

Laurens: What are these?

Lafayette: These, my good sirs, are STDs.

Laurens:

Hamilton:

Mulligan:

Hamilton: What are you talking about, buddy?

Lafayette: STDs, Save The Dates, for Adrienne and my wedding.

Mulligan: Ah, yes.

Hamilton: Hey, just out of curiosity. How many people have you given STDs to?

Lafayette: Lots. Like a hundred.

[Hamilton, Laurens, Mulligan laughing]

Lafayette: What's going on?

Lafayette: Oh, I get it. STD has another meaning. You're gross.

Lafayette: No one is going to think that.

Laurens: Everyone is going to think that. But it's sweet your mind didn't go there.

Lafayette: Thank you. It is kinda sweet.

Laurens: Will your first dance be to you give me fever?

Mulligan: Will you be serving craps at the reception?

Burr: Do you have herpes?

Lafayette: Guys! This is my wedding. This is important to me. No more jokes.

Hamilton: You're right. And we're sorry. We love you, warts and all.

Lafayette: [unamused]

Hamilton: Sorry, I made a rash decision. I was itching to say it. Okay I'm done.

Mulligan, Laurens: [laughs]

Lee: I have an STD.

Hamilton:

Mulligan:

Lafayette:

Laurens:

Burr:

Hamilton, holding up the card in the envelope: So just RSVP or...?

Lafayette: Yeah, the number is right on there.

Laurens: Great, thank you.

[butoridesvirescens]

Does anyone else ever think about this drawing of Charles Lee done by Tadeusz Kościuszko? I think about it a lot. I want to know what he was going for. Clearly this isn't meant to be flattering...but like, why is he in a giant boot? For context, the guy could draw. The illustration below is one he did while in art school in Paris. I have so many questions.

[thefandomlifechoseme]

am on my monthly replay of AC Rouge and just. imagine you're part of the Colonial Brotherhood, and theres this Brother, who got thrown off a cliff and was thus presumed dead, who was, much as I headcanon him to have been a Master Assassin, probably only ever a Novice, comes tearing his way through the ranks of your Master Assassin's, beelines for the Precursor Sites, is the single reason your Mentor is still alive, has near enough single handedly pulled your Brotherhood apart, is the right-hand man/husband and General-Doer-Of-Things for the Grandmaster of the Colonial Rite, is next in line to be Grandmaster of the Rite, and hunts down traitors to the Templar cause in his spare time

(you cannot convince me that Jack Weeks didn't have to remind Shay and Haytham multiple times that they couldn't actively move against Lee because he hadn't quite broken enough rules to warrant it yet, and that pointing their Grandmaster's son in the right direction is Also Not Allowed, Shay, and neither is herding Lee in the general direction of their Grandmaster's son)

[rogue-centric]

muppet creed makes a comeback because i needed a mandated break from my paper

[piparkukke]

I never posted this comic from 2018...

ModernAge!AU, ModernAge!Confrontation...

[imnotadogiswear]

Connor: Okay, let's check the suggestion box "asshole," okay, next one, "eat shit, asshole" Okay, ignore that too. "I hope you choke on a bullet" Shay: Good thing these are anonymous Connor: No, Lee signed that one

[fionajames]

lams; almost gone

A/N: Guess what? I finally wrote a Hamilton one shot. This is Lams (Laurens x Hamilton) and probably not historically accurate but I tried my best. Send requests! Enjoy!

(divider by @saradika-graphics)

Raindrops pelted down on Laurens as he emerged from his tent, a look of disdain set upon his features. He made no move to brush the strands of his hair stuck to his forehead out of his eyes, and instead grit his teeth and moved on.

Laurens had been rather bitter and sorrowful since Hamilton’s leave, far away on the field of battle. Laurens had nightmares of bullets singing through the air and into the chest of his beloved, knocking his breath from his body. 

Lafayette continued to attempt the worries that hover over his friend like a constant storm. He attempted to soothe the fretting of the blonde, to provide some calm in Laurens’ storm and swirl of emotions.

He shuffled through the ongoing downpour and to the office in which he worked, unbothered by the water soaking his clothes and trickling down his neck unsettlingly. He didn’t bother to greet anyone who he walked past, and instead he trudged inside with a grim appearance that showed nothing but cold.

Laurens got on with his work quickly, and worked through the day with his candle burning by his side. Not once did Laurens leave the tent - although he did occasionally force himself to merely stand and shake the stiffness from his legs - and instead he walked until the night had taken over.

It was then when a messenger burst through the tent flaps. Laurens looked up in confusion, examining the lithe boy. “Have you a message for me?” He asked plainly, exhaustion seeping through his body like cold water.

“Yes, sir!” The boy chirped, saluting quickly and fixing his stance. “General Washington requires your presence, sir!” Laurens stood instantly, brow furrowing as he dismissed the messenger.

The blonde quickly made his way to the General’s tent, growing increasingly worried at the lack of information he held. When he reached the tent, he was surprised to find none other than Lafayette already standing inside. 

“General!” He saluted quickly, but instantly felt worry seep through him upon examining the look adorning Washington’s face. “Is there something wrong, sir?” Washington sighed, his eyes glistening in the light. Only later would Laurens realise that it was not the light providing the gleam and glisten, but unshed tears. “You may want to take a seat, men.” Lafayette and Laurens exchanged a worried glance, taking to sit in the chairs. “This afternoon, Captain Lee returned and reported that the British made it to the Hudson. We lost some men as they were retreating, among them being Hamilton.”

Ice engulfed Laurens as his breath caught in his throat. “Pardon?” He croaked out, his stomach falling to the floor. He must have misheard Washington, surely. That was the only explanation.

“I'm sorry,” Washington murmured, sorrow covering his features. “He's dead.”

 Lafayette was the first to react, a shrill cry ripping from his throat, tears falling from his eyes quickly. Laurens was frozen. A lump built in his throat, his mind swirling. Hamilton, dead? No. 

He knew Lafayette was sobbing beside him but he remained unmoving in his chair. The world around him continued on, without Hamilton. It was as if he were under water, the world muffled and blurry. A screen of grief and sorrow blocked him from the people surrounding him. 

The screen was shattered into millions of pointed shards of glass when Lafayette moved to stand in front of Laurens, hand gripping his shoulder. He knew the words spilling from his friend's mouth were his name, spoken over and over, but he couldn't hear it properly.

Out of the corner of his eye, Laurens saw Washington pour three glasses of what appeared to be whiskey, and stared emotionlessly as he was handed a glass. Without another thought, the blonde drank the liquid like it was water.

Perhaps he could drink himself to death, then he would be with his Hamilton again.

Laurens quickly ushered Washington to refill his glass, biting back a grimace when the liquid burned his throat. Instead, he let out a quiet sob. Lafayette sat beside him, tears still streaming down his face.

Once the first tear fell from Laurens' eye, he couldn't stop the rest. He sobbed violently, tears spilling from his eyes like rain. He could taste the tears on his tongue, salty and mournful. His heart panged and he cried out as he felt it being ripped from his chest.

The blood seeped from his chest, staining his clothes. He squeezed his eyes shut and immediately regretted it. Images of his boy drowning in murky water flooded his mind, Hamilton sinking to the bed of the river with his life slipping out of his grasp.

“He’s gone,” Laurens whispered, tilting his head up to look at the sky. He imagined Hamilton up there, watching over him. I’ll be with you soon, my dear boy, Laurens thought as he drank yet another glass of whiskey. 

The night slipped away quickly, Laurens drank more whiskey than he could count. At times, his glass was half tears half alcohol. His throat burned and his chest ached. He couldn't see straight. 

The time was nearing midnight when the camp around them erupted with shouts and chaos. Laurens ignored the sounds as Washington and Lafayette stood. 

A voice broke through the chaos, a call. "Where is the General?!"

Laurens froze, his head turning to the entrance to the tent. He knew that voice. He’d known that voice for little over a month, but he felt as though he’d known it forever. That voice was the one that soothed his worries, the voice that cooed to him in the early hours of the morning. The voice that consumed his every waking thought. 

Hamilton’s voice.

The flaps of the tent burst open and in stumbled a man with his ginger hair stuck to his face and dripping wet with water and blood. There was a huge gash on the man’s side, blood dripping from it and onto the floor of the tent.

“Hamilton,” Lafayette whispered before rushing forward and engulfing him in a hug. “Oh, mon petit lion, we thought you were dead.”

“You thought what?” Hamilton murmured, returning the hug quickly. 

Laurens remained in his seat. The whiskey must be kicking in, he thought bitterly. I’m going to be with him soon.

“Jack?” A voice whispered, a voice laced with fondness and worry. Laurens realised the ginger stranger was crouched in front of him, his hands on Laurens' knees. The blonde jerked away from his touch. Washington and Lafayette had left the tent, he realised. They left him alone with a stranger. 

“Get away from me!" Laurens cried out, pushing the ginger away from him and scrambling across the floor. “Jack?” The voice called and Laurens closed his eyes, desperately waiting for death to take him. “Jake, darling?” The blonde opened his eyes to see the ginger crouched in front of him again. He locked eyes with the man, studying the violet blue eyes he had only ever seen in Hamilton. “It's me, Alexander.”

Laurens froze for a moment before launching forward and tackling Hamilton to the floor in a hug, tears streaming down his face. Hamilton began murmuring words of comfort in his ear, soft words to soothe his soul.

They stayed there for a while, Laurens desperately holding Hamilton close. Eventually they went back to their room, sleeping until the sun was high in the sky.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed!!! :D

(taglist: @techs-goggles9902 (you said youd read hamilton if i posted it) and @transmascanakin (tysm for adding me 2 that server btw)

[jadelemonadee]

sammy comforts lee baby (SATIRE)

why did i voluntarily do this

[ramshackledtrickster]

MAJOR blood content warning on this one, you’ve been warned

Day 6: Target

Can’t go one codextober without thinking about just how well done the Ac3 rogue’s gallery is

Bloody version and non-bloody versions under the cut!

[amor-bycandlelight]

The Laurens-Lee duel but Laurens is blond and has to draw on his eyebrows every morning.

[justanotherhamiltrash]

Lee: Oh, c'mon, you wouldn’t hurt a fly.

Laurens: Yeah! Cuz a fly is an innocent creature that never knowingly did anything to hurt anybody.

Laurens: You, however, I would maim.

[bemorenerdy]

@jadelemonadee (since you made the post in yt lalal )