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thiswasinevitable-rwrb · 7 months ago
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Master Post of My FirstPrince Fics ~
Fox. Henry Fox. (finished)
Alex had seen the guy around campus, sure. He was hard to miss, but Alex never said out loud why. For everyone else, being the son of the famous James Bond actor made him a celebrity enough. But for Alex, Henry Fox just…stood out. [non-royal au. University au. Cool guy x nerd trope.]
All Over Again (finished)
Alex and Henry's first kiss goes a little differently. [one shot. Canon-divergence. New Year's kiss.]
Salt Follows the Moon (unfinished)
Vampires exist, and it's no secret. What is a secret, is that Henry Hanover-Stuart Windsor needs a blood donor. Alex Claremont-Diaz just can't leave well enough alone.
[vampire!Henry x blood donor!Alex. Canon-divergence.]
Moonburn (unfinished)
Alex Claremont-Diaz is everything a wolf should be. Tall, long-limbed, strong, and most of all: charismatic. Community and pack oriented. Some would also say he’s loud, overeager, and has his head up the moon’s ass. Again: werewolf. It’s like blaming water for being wet. As for Henry Hanover-Stuart Windsor Fox…his mother is a wolf. She comes from a long and prestigious line—many lines—of wolves. She fell in love with a human. Despite the initial shock and disdain for marrying outside of tradition, having two children born as healthy, strong wolves calmed several of the loudest, bigoted voices. And then Henry came along. The youngest. The favorite. The human. But nobody else knows that last part.
[werewolf!Alex x human!Henry. Canon-divergence.]
Satellites (unfinished)
Alex is in England for a year studying abroad. To his both relieved and annoyed surprise, the whole school is in a tizzy over something other than the American president’s son enrolling…except it’s Henry. Prince Henry. He’s enrolled too.
[university au. Ceramicist!Henry x dancer!Alex. Still royal and FSOTUS.]
Alexander Hamilton Hall (unfinished)
It started with a group project. Well, Alex supposed it started when Henry Fox moved to town, or perhaps when Alex’s parents succeeded enough in their political careers that he and June were transferred to the most prestigious high school in Texas. Alexander Hamilton Hall.
[high school au. Non-royal au. Arthur lives au.]
Burning (unfinished)
Henry did manage to tell Alex to leave that night in Kensington. Now it’s two years later, and Alex is over it. He has a girlfriend. His mother has been reelected. He’s going to the Swanky Soiree of Something Important in Paris, because he’s over it. Henry can be there and it’s fine. Henry is there. And it’s most definitely not fine. [canon-divergence. Whump and angst. Getting back together fic.]
Codename: Rapunzel (unfinished)
Acquiring the Prince of Wales’ name in his Burn Book, so to speak, had not been a surprise in Alex’s line of work. What had been a surprise, was that someone wanted the fourth in line for the throne dead. [assassin/hitman!Alex x Prince Henry.]
Defy the Odds (unfinished)
Henry is a prince of the Olympians. He has had everything bestowed upon him since his birth. And yet, none of it mattered when the light of his father's soul went out. Alexander is the First Shade of the Underworld. Prince of the dark realm and...the perfect person to help Henry along his many - many - journeys into the Underworld to find his father. That is, if they can stand each other long enough to cooperate. [an inverse Hades Game!AU where Henry is trying to find his father in the Underworld. Basically Zagreus Henry and Thanatos Alex.]
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duckymcdoorknob · 1 year ago
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I still find it really funny that conservatives were whining about Ariel being played by a black woman-
Just wait until they hear that Thomas Jefferson, a man who owned over 600 slaves, was played by a black man in a very prominent musical role.
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yomawari · 1 year ago
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Hamilton X 1776 Modern!Au Sketch Dump Featuring haphazard backgrounds based on 1776 lyrics.
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yr-obedt-cicero · 2 years ago
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“By His Excellency’s command, I inclose you a Resolve of Congress of the 16th of December last, by which you will find that Capt. McLane’s Company late of Pattons Regiment is annexed to the Delaware Battalion in the arrangement of the Regs. therefore under your Command, you are to Comprehend Captn. McLane and his Officers.”
(source — From Alexander Hamilton to Colonel David Hall, [April 20, 1779])
Little would Hamilton know that Captain Allan McLane - of the Delaware Regiment - would have a granddaughter, Rebecca, that would marry Hamilton's youngest son, Philip Hamilton II. And he would later have a grandson named after that same captain!
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hellonew-yorkgirl · 9 months ago
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6. Es geht mit dem Bus nach Philadelphia
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whencyclopedia · 2 months ago
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Constitutional Convention
The Constitutional Convention was held at Independence Hall in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, from 25 May to 17 September 1787. Spurred on by economic troubles left over from the American Revolution and compounded by the weak Articles of Confederation, delegates from twelve states met to draft a new framework of governance, the United States Constitution, which created a stronger federal government.
Background
In March 1781, the Articles of Confederation went into effect as the framework of governance for the fledgling United States, after having been ratified by all thirteen states. Under the Articles, each state essentially operated as a semi-independent republic, bound to one another in a loose 'perpetual union'. The federal government – which at the time consisted only of a unicameral Congress – was intentionally kept weak, to ensure the sovereignty and independence of the states. Congress' only real powers were those relating to war and foreign affairs, and even then, it needed the consent of at least nine states before it could declare war or borrow money from foreign lenders. The framers believed that they needed to keep the federal government weak to protect the rights and liberties of American citizens; their recent experience with the British Parliament seemed to suggest that a powerful central authority would not hesitate to squander those rights. But, before long it would become apparent that weak governments carried their own sets of issues that would be just as dangerous.
The most glaring problem was Congress' inability to levy its own taxes. Rather than raise its own money, Congress instead had to rely on donations from the states to fill the national treasury. But, especially after states began to focus on their own interests after the end of the American Revolutionary War, these donations were not consistently forthcoming. This left Congress with no funds to pay federal soldiers or meet its many other financial obligations. Nor did Congress have the power to compel the states to send money or comply with any other federal legislation. Several attempts to amend the Articles to allow Congress to raise money through tariffs were vetoed by the states. Additionally, a lack of unified foreign policy left Congress ill-equipped to deal with foreign powers, with Britain, France, and Spain all putting restrictions on American trade that the federal government could not retaliate against. Finally, Congress had been unable to respond to Shays' Rebellion when it broke out in western Massachusetts in late 1786. Although the rebellion was eventually suppressed by a privately funded army, it led to fears that future insurrections would not be crushed so easily.
For these, and other, reasons, many Americans became convinced that the Articles of Confederation were not working and that unless the Articles were revised, the United States would soon unravel. This reality weighed heavily on the minds of the delegates who met in Annapolis, Maryland, on 11 September 1786. Representing five states (New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Delaware, and Virginia), the delegates had merely been sent to discuss trade between states. But as their discussion touched on other issues caused by the weak Articles of Confederation, the delegates realized that something drastic had to be done. In their final report to Congress, drafted by Alexander Hamilton of New York, the delegates proposed that a constitutional convention should be held in Philadelphia the following May to discuss revisions to the Articles. On 21 February 1787, Congress endorsed the suggestions of the Annapolis Convention, and stated that it would write up a report on which changes to the Articles were necessary. Ultimately, twelve of the thirteen states decided to send delegates to the upcoming Constitutional Convention – the sole holdout was Rhode Island, which believed there was nothing wrong with the existing Articles of Confederation and refused to send delegates to amend them.
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battyaboutbooksreviews · 5 months ago
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💖 Sapphic Books Coming Out June 2024
🩷 There's something especially sweet about a sapphic romance. Here are only a few of the amazing sapphic books hitting shelves in June 2024. Which ones are you adding to your ever-growing TBR?
💖 Which ones are you adding to your TBR?
Contemporary 💖 But How Are You, Really - Ella Dawson 💖 Hot Summer - Elle Everhart 💖 Pony Dakota - Nat Burns 💖 Wish You Weren't Here - Erin Baldwin 💖 Something to be Proud Of - Anna Zoe Quirke 💖 London on My Mind - Clara Alves, Nina Perrotta (translator) 💖 Please Stop Trying to Leave Me - Alana Saab 💖 Looking for a Sign - Susie Dumond 💖 Triple Sec - T.J. Alexander 💖 Pages from the Book of Broken Dreams - Kat Jackson 💖 Director's Cut - Carlyn Greenwald 💖 Furious - Jamie Pacton, Rebecca Podos 💖 Cicada Summer - Erica McKeen 💖 Tehrangeles - Porochista Khakpour 💖 Women - Chloe Caldwell 💖 Experienced - Kate Young 💖 Liddy-Jean Marketing Queen and the Matchmaking Scheme - Mari SanGiovanni
Paranormal/Horror 💖 The Pecan Children - Quinn Connor 💖 Private Rites - Julia Armfield 💖 The Deep Dark - Molly Knox Ostertag 💖 The Science of Ghosts - Lilah Sturges, El Garing (ill.), Alitha Martinez (contrib.) 💖 Wolfpitch - Balazs Lorinczi
Fantasy 💖 Mirrored Heavens - Rebecca Roanhorse 💖 The Fire Within Them - Matthew Ward 💖 Digging for Destiny - Jenna Jarvis 💖 Saints of Storm and Sorrow - Gabriella Buba 💖 Markless - C.G. Malburi 💖 Sleep Like Death - Kalynn Bayron 💖 The Afterlife of Mal Caldera - Nadi Reed Perez 💖 The Pale Queen - Ethan M. Aldridge 💖 The Unrelenting Earth - Kritika H. Rao 💖 Ballad for Jasmine Town - Molly Ringle 💖 Six of Sorrow - Amanda Linsmeier
Historical 💖 A Bluestocking's Guide to Decadence - Jess Everlee 💖 A Divine Fury - D.V. Bishop 💖 The Ballad of Jacquotte Delahaye - Briony Cameron 💖 Hall of Mirrors - John Copenhaver
Mystery/Thriller 💖 One Killer Problem - Justine Pucella Winans 💖 The Last Note of Warning - Katharine Schellman 💖 Shanghai Murder - Jessie Chandler 💖 And Then There Was One - Michele Castleman
Sci-Fi 💖 Lady Eve's Last Con - Rebecca Fraimow 💖 The Stars Too Fondly - Emily Hamilton 💖 Moonstorm - Yoon Ha Lee 💖 You're Safe Here - Leslie Stephens
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aanoia · 2 years ago
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Pretty in the Moonlight
Thomas Jefferson x reader
Summary; just missing your boyfriend and him missing you
Warnings; broken glass, cheesy Thomas
Words; idkk
I wrote this forever ago
Requests are welcome and encouraged!
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Baby😘
y’know ur rly pretty, we should go out sometime
r u high again
highly in love with u
u do the cutest things
like what
exist
I smiled at my phone as I sat on my couch. I stared at what my boyfriend of almost a year said to me, happiness blooming in my heart. My phone dinged as another message came through.
Sick Boi 🤒🤧
are you texting him rn
like currently
?
wha
thomas, r u texting thomas rn
yes
dude he’s smiling at his phone mad hard rn
stop, my heart
i’m not kidding he’s smiling so much
I shut my phone off and squealed, kicking my legs into the air. Fast footsteps came down the hall to reveal the youngest Schuyler sister.
“What is it? What happened?” She asked quickly.
“Come here,” I motioned her over as her sister came behind her. Peggy sat next to me whereas Angelica and Eliza stood behind the couch, peering over our shoulders.
I opened my phone to show them the texts. Big smiles grew on their faces as they read Thomas’ texts, and then Peggy started squealing when she read James’.
“Oh my god, y/n, Jeffersons in love with you,” Angelica commented with a big smile.
“By the looks of it the feeling is reciprocated as well,” Eliza teased and I smiled, hiding my red face in my sweater paws.
Thomas’ sweater. I remember when he purposely ordered it a size too big for him (for my bigger girls who think they won’t fit into his sweatshirt, don’t sweat it, he needs bigger sizes for his big muscles and he likes his sweatshirts big on him as well, don’t worry about that my loves, body positivity) so it’d be baggy on me.
“Omg, you should go see him!” Peggy said excitedly, “When was the last time you left the dorm? You’ve been so busy studying, you haven’t had time to see him. He’s probably so emo about it,” She said quickly and I laughed.
“Okay, I’ll go see him,” I stood from the couch as the sisters dispersed and walked to my room. I put on a pair of sweatpants over my shorts because it was cold outside, and just slipped my slides over my socks. The combo might look horrible but it’s so comfortable.
I stepped out of the door, immediately shivering at the cold night air as I closed it. I could see my breath in the air as I looked at the moon and the stars, slightly smiling at the sight before my eyes. I truly am grateful it’s a sight I get the privilege to see anytime when the clouds aren’t out and concealing its beauty. The leaves on the trees sang as the wind passed through them, every once in a while a leaf would fall, signaling that winter was coming soon.
As I neared Thomas’ dorm room I heard voices inside, the dumbest thing the school’s done was put Thomas Jefferson and Alexander Hamilton in the same dorm room. I went up to the door and decided to silently walk in instead of knocking. The boys were arguing in the living room area of the dorm as James was trying not to have a coughing fit on the couch and Aaron was sitting at the island holding his head in his hands. John was nowhere to be found so I assumed he was next door with Laf and Hercules.
I silently walked over to the fridge, waving to Aaron who immediately noticed I was there. I grabbed a glass from the drying mat and quietly pulled the milk from the fridge, I barely paid attention to the fight that was happening as I poured my milk. I turned around and walked towards the island but tripped over something, in an attempt to not step on whatever I tripped on, I dropped the glass of milk. The glass shattered against the ground, successfully catching the attention of everyone in the room.
I gave them a sheepish smile, “Hi?”
“Darlin’, when did you get here?” Thomas asked, frozen in place.
“Like, two minutes ago. Now, where is the broom?”
Aaron pointed to the corner where the trash can was and I nodded as a silent thank you. Before I got the broom, I bent down and picked up the culprit for the tripping. John’s turtle.
“Here, I’ll put him in his enclosure,” Aaron offered and I smiled at him, handing the turtle over to him.
I went to get the broom, but Thomas ran and beat me there.
“Let me get that for you.” He said and I rolled my eyes, grabbing onto the broom, but he didn’t let go.
“Thomas, I made the mess.”
“It’s my dorm, and I’m stronger than you. I win."
I rolled my eyes again and defiantly let go. I began searching for a rag to clean the milk up with as he swept up the glass. Alexander threw something at me and I smiled at the rag in my hands.
“Thanks, dickhead.”
“Anytime, asshole."
After Thomas swept the glass I quickly wiped up the milk. Once I put the rag in the sink arms immediately wrapped around my waist.
“Hello, baby." I said quietly with a smile.
“I missed you.” He whispered in my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
“I’ve missed you too, my love.”
“I wanna go on a walk with you,” He mumbled.
“Okay, let’s go.” I gently unwrapped his arms from my waist and he reluctantly left my side to slip his shoes on.
Once he put them on he opened the door and gestured for me to exit. I did and he followed after me, quietly closing the door so as to not wake anyone. He held my cold hand, warming it up as we walked.
We walked in silence until we sat on a bench, looking up at the moon.
It was quiet until his voice cut through the air.
“Has anyone ever told you that your eyes sparkle in the moonlight?”
I looked at him beside me and smiled, “No, no one has ever told me that. And that's really cheesy.”
He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear (if you have long enough hair for that), “Shame on them. You’re so beautiful in the moonlight. And I love cheese so that's okay.”
“As are you, Thomas, and yes, cheese is delicious.” I responded as his face neared mine.
Our lips met in a soft kiss, his hand touched my cheek. My heart’s rhythm synced with his and our lips moved together perfectly, his thumb gently caressed my cheek, and my arm wrapped around the back of his neck. We pulled back for air, our foreheads resting against each other.
“I love you so much, mon amour.” He whispered.
“I love you too.” I whispered back with a smile.
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talesfromthesnogbox · 3 months ago
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The East Bedroom, Eleven O'Clock
Summary: Henry meets Alex up in his bedroom. Henry’s POV of Red, White & Royal Blue, Chapter Six, pages 135-146
Word Count: 5,240
Rating: Explicit
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Part 1 | Part 2
Unfortunately for Henry, the gala continued in the Red Room. Every time he glanced over at that damn photo of Alexander Hamilton, his mind wandered back to that kiss. He checked his watch every few minutes, the time seemed to creep forward at a glacial pace. Finally, at quarter to eleven, he decided he’d been there long enough, it was time to meet Alex. 
“Shaan, the evening is winding down now, and Mr. Claremont-Diaz has requested an audience with me in his quarters…” 
Shaan had been Henry’s PPO from the time he’d started at Eton, and was no stranger to Henry’s late night trysts. He’d prepared numerous NDA’s for a variety of different young men from the time Henry was seventeen, and apart from Pez and Beatrice, was probably his closest confidant. He gave Henry a pointed look, a question in his gaze as they stepped out of the room.
“Sir, if you’re sure?”
Henry nodded. “Quite sure.”
He stopped to ask the woman from the Red Room, Amy, how to get to Alex’s private quarters, and she helpfully gave him directions. The two of them walked silently down to the First Family’s private quarters, and stopped abruptly down the hall from where Alex’s bedroom door was. “If I may, sir, please do be careful.”
Henry furrowed his brows. “Always are, mate.”
“No, Henry, I know you are. But Alex is… I just don’t want to see you get hurt, sir.”
He gave his equerry a curt nod. “Thank you Shaan, I shall see you in the morning.” 
Shaan, understanding their conversation was over, gave a short bow, and turned back to his own guest room. Henry pulled his phone out of his pocket, it was still only 10:50, plenty of time. He pulled up his conversation with Emily first.
I think we’re going to be okay after all.
 Short and to the point, he’d tell her the edited version when he saw her next. Pez however…
Mate, much to tell you when I’m back.
 Pez Okonjo [10:51 P.M.]
Hazza you sly dog!
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Yes well… not quite yet, but he’s invited me up to his room so we shall see.
Pez Okonjo [10:53 P.M.]
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Henry rolled his eyes, pocketed his phone and walked up to the East Bedroom. Alex had said 11, but 10:54 was close enough, right? He lifted his hand in a fist, pausing for only a moment, then finally made contact in a series of short knocks. 
The door flew open, and there stood Alex, looking like the epitome of the all-American boy next door. His shirt was still tucked, although not as tightly as before, and his bowtie hung undone on either side of his collar. The first few buttons on his shirt lay open, giving Henry a delectable view of his sharp clavicle and the brown skin that lay atop it. He didn’t look as nervous as Henry surely did, in fact his eyes seemed to rove over Henry’s body with ease. 
“Sorry I’m early.” Henry broke the silence, and hopefully cut the tension a bit.
“Find your way here okay?” 
He nodded. “There was a very helpful Secret Service agent, I think her name was Amy?”
Alex’s nonchalant expression shifted to a genuine grin, and he stepped aside. “Get in here.” 
Before the door even had a chance to fully close, Henry’s lips were on Alex’s. This time, he was controlling the situation. There were no five minute limits, no parties to get back to… they had all night if they really wanted it, and Henry was going to take it slow.
He slid his hands up Alex’s chest to cradle his neck. Anytime Alex sped up, or nipped too hard, Henry slowed them right back down until their mouths moved together sensually, and deliberately. Henry pushed Alex up against the back of the couch that faced away from his bed, making Alex lean up into his kisses as he teased hints of tongue. His nimble fingers went straight for the buttons on Alex’s shirt, unveiling miles of smooth skin stretched over the most ridiculous set of abs he’d ever seen on a political figure. His mouth watered.
Henry’s teasing slowed gradually; he was falling too deeply into the what if territory. Their kisses suddenly too soft, too romantic, too close to what Henry pictured them doing before whispering sweet nothings to each other in bed. “How do you want to do this?” He asked abruptly, trying to break himself out of a fantasy.
Alex had begun unbuttoning Henry as well, his bowtie now hanging around his neck, but he’d only managed to get two buttons undone. “Get on the couch.” 
He sucks in a breath, knees going weak at the dominant tone of Alex’s request, and complies, laying back against the arm of the couch. His eyes go dark as Alex stands over him, he feels the taller man’s eyes scan his body, and when their eyes meet, Henry cocks an eyebrow, inviting him in. 
“You’ve been dodging me for weeks,” Henry’s eyes glaze over as Alex swings a leg over his own, and braces himself against the armrest next to his head. “You went out with a girl.”
He blinks up at Alex, and states what he thinks should be obvious. “I’m gay.” His hands finally reach out to spread across Alex’s body. He looked hungry, ready to take what he could get from Henry, and he hoped he’d finally made it clear enough what he wants from Alex in return. “Not something wise to pursue as a member of the royal family, and I wasn’t sure you weren’t going to murder me for kissing you.” The vulnerability was almost too much for him to bear, but Alex didn’t look angry, or upset, no, he looked intrigued. He looked aroused. He looked like he only had eyes for Henry.
“Then why’d you do it?”
Henry opened his mouth to talk, but then Alex’s lips were on his neck, dragging up and pressing kisses to the sensitive spot behind his ear, the one that drove him crazy, and he hadn’t even had to tell him about it because somehow Alex just knew. His breath hitched, and he very nearly let out an embarrassing noise. “Because I—I hoped you wouldn’t. Murder me.” Alex was distracting. His words were getting jumbled as the blood rushed from his brain straight to his cock. Luckily Alex wasn’t close enough to feel it yet. He thought over what he might say next before opening his mouth, lest he say something entirely incoherent. “I had… suspicious you might want me too.” He must have taken Alex off-guard, or maybe he’d actually meant to bite his neck. Whatever the case, Henry was very much into it. “Or I thought, until I saw you with Nora, and then I was…” oh fuck, word vomit, “jealous… and I was drunk and an idiot who got sick of waiting for the answer to present itself.” 
He could feel the colour rising in his cheeks, an ice bucket of vulnerability and truth slashed through the steamy moment. But Alex was relentless.
“You were jealous. You want me.”
Henry looked up at Alex, the vulnerability suddenly nowhere to be found. They were on the same level, Alex was teasing him, but not for being a jealous imbecile, Alex was turned on but Henry’s possessiveness. A fire burned through him, and suddenly, he couldn’t stand how far apart they were. He hauled Alex down by the hips, his breath hitching as they came together. “Yes, you preening arse, I’ve wanted you long enough that I won’t have you tease me for another fucking second.” Pez would be so proud of Henry calling it back to his slut phase.
He hauls Alex into another bruising kiss, feeling every spot they’re connected, and enjoying it more freely. Their kisses shift from the sweet, slow, sensual thing they had moments earlier to a more animalistic pace. He wasn’t sure what Alex was looking for from their time tonight, sure he’d said he was going to do bad things to him, but was that said in the heat of the moment? When they really got down to it, was Alex going to be okay with the fact that Henry is a man? He knew realistically this could stop at any moment, so he wasn’t taking any chances, he’d get what he could.
Unfortunately for Henry, it had been a while since his last time sharing a bed with a man, and even the heated kisses between the two had him half-hard in his well tailored trousers. Henry knew what he’d been gifted with, he’d heard the remark more than once about it being such a shame he preferred bottoming because of his particularly sizeable gift. Judging by the combination of Alex’s groan, and the heated weight of his own erection grinding down on Henry, he would have a similar mindset. “Fuck.”
Neither were sure who uttered those words, perhaps it was both of them as their kisses grew sloppy, and their hips rutted together until they were simply breathing and groaning into the other’s mouth. With that came the promise of more… Henry had eyed Alex’s partially open shirt when he first got to the room, and now he wanted it off. He snaked his arms down Alex’s body and hurriedly untucked the shirt from his waistband, then with no coordination or finesse, pulled the offending garment over Alex’s head. The miles of gorgeous skin above him makes his mouth water with want, and quickly, Henry is fumbling with his own buttons and yanking his—now wrinkled—pressed shirt off of himself. He wants nothing more than to be chest to chest with Alex with no barriers between them, but Alex seems too in his own world to continue what they were doing. The removal of shirts seemed like a definite answer of where the night was going for Henry, and he was quite certain Alex was on the same page as he was, so his first order of business as the leader of what he was sure was Alex’s first gay hookup, was to make them both more comfortable.
“Hang on,” He pressed his finger to Alex’s lips, effectively shutting him up as he tried to lean in. Brat, Henry thought, knowing he had a million ways he could take Alex apart, break him, then hold him as he pulled himself back together. “I want—” he sucked in a breath, inwardly cringing at how terribly depraved his own internal monologue had gotten. “I want you on the bed.” His chin lowers so he can stare at Alex through his lashes as he cocks an eyebrow suggestively. 
Henry catches what seems to be a slight moment of realization for Alex as he grinds down one more time, a low whine nearly escaping. “Well, come on, Your Highness.” His smile was beautiful as he stood, offering his hand out to pull Henry up. 
He mirrors Alex’s smile, muttering under his breath as he follows him to the large, inviting looking bed. He can feel Alex’s eyes on him as he hesitates off the edge of it, taking the time to unlace his shoes and chuck off his socks. The whole night had been like this, heated moments followed by hesitant, almost timid breathers. Henry knew he had a streak of dominance in him, and he’d never admit it to Alex, but every time he’d called him Your Highness, it sent a rush of blood straight to his cock. But this… this moment was one he’d been waiting for for as long as he could remember. The panic he felt at the Rio Olympics when they’d first met, the way he had to brace himself before welcoming him at Philip’s wedding… this moment was big. Henry had always been unwaveringly drawn to Alex, attracted, entranced, enamoured, annoyed… he was a moth and Alex was the flame. And now that he had him, he wasn’t sure he could ever let him go.
“Quit stalling.” 
Henry drew his attention back to the object of his attraction, sprawled enticingly on the bed. He looked comfortable—of course he was comfortable it was his own bed—but more than just physically, he looked confident in the position he’d put himself in tonight with Henry. Any indication that Henry would be another straight boy’s experiment went out the window with the sultry look in Alex’s eyes, the way he’d watched Henry undress, it was heated with desire.
“Bossy.” Henry teased, and finally joined him on the bed. There was a lot more room here than there was on the couch, and Henry used that to his advantage, pushing Alex back against his pillows and settling himself over the other man. His mouth watered as he drew one of his hands up Alex’s stomach, feeling his muscles contract under him. Henry thumbed the piece of jewelry he wore around his neck, a shiny silver key.
“What’s this?”
“The key to my mom’s house in Texas,” Henry didn’t mean to stall, but he could tell Alex was impatient, and he was too much fun to tease. “I started wearing it when I moved here, I guess I thought it would remind me of where I came from or something—did I or did I not tell you to quit stalling?”
Oh so he really wants it. Henry thought to himself, letting out a low chuckle. When Alex pulls him into another kiss, he couldn’t help himself from finally pressing him into the sheets, letting their whole bodies connect in a way that lit him up from the inside. He groaned into Alex’s mouth as he felt him slide a hand up to his waist, holding him so reverently, more reverently than what this tryst called for. The whimper that escapes his throat as Alex moves away from his lips to bite down on the sensitive skin of his neck is not at all voluntary, and he knows he’d be shooting Alex an angry text the next morning when the hickey is more visible. But despite that, longing and need shoot through him, and finally, he starts to unbutton Alex’s trousers.
He can feel Alex’s whine of protest as Henry pulls away, but then he’s yanking the rest of his clothing down, and Alex lay mostly naked beneath. Done with convincing himself he can be cool about this, Henry allows himself a look at the beautiful boy beneath him. Alex was all smooth bronzed skin, with smatterings of dark hair that he just wanted to breathe in. The way his waist was trim, his stomach tightening in anticipation, the prominent V of his hips leading to the most gorgeous cock Henry had the pleasure of seeing up close and in person. Thick, and hard, and wet… Henry was done with waiting.
Without taking his eyes off Alex, Henry spit delicately into his hand, and brought it to touch Alex. He was velvety and smooth in his hand, and Alex was responding to him beautifully.
“Oh my fucking God.” Henry smirked, knowing deep down this was just the tip of the iceberg. “Fuck,” wordlessly, he worked alongside Henry, rutting his hips up into his hand as Henry twisted his wrist at the base of Alex’s cock, thumbing under the head on the upstroke. Alex’s blissed out babble went straight to Henry’s own cock, his eyes darkened as he imagined this is what Alex would look like writhing under him as he rode him into the mattress. 
“Do you ever stop talking?” Henry tutted. “Such a mouth on you.” He cocked his head, smiling as Alex’s hips stilled, but Henry’s hand didn’t. A roll of satisfaction flooded over him at how Alex was now speechless. He opened his mouth to continue, but…
“Wait.” Alex’s fists were clenched in the sheets, a look of distress crossing his features. They weren’t doing anything heavy, and he didn’t think a simple hand job would require safe words, but maybe Henry should have gone over the stoplight system with him just in case… He stopped his movements, hand still gripping the base of Alex’s cock. “I mean, yes, obviously, oh my God, but, like, if you keep doing that I’m gonna—” Oh! “It’s, that’s just—that’s not allowed before I get to see you naked.”
Good catch. 
Henry contemplates bringing his hand up to lick away some of the precum that had dripped onto his fingers, but he didn’t want to push Alex over the edge just yet. “All right.” 
With a jolt of surprise, Henry is being shoved onto his back by Alex, who, in one motion, managed to push both their pants off fully, and climb back up to meet him. It was different with no barriers, he was quite literally laid out body and soul for Alex’s viewing pleasure. And for the first time since his early uni days, before his Oxford slut era, Henry felt vulnerable.
He could feel Alex’s eyes on every inch of him, and he couldn’t hide the smugness in his expression as their eyes met. Alex looked wrecked. His body was taut with anticipation, clearly a little unsure of where to go, but desperately wanting to touch. Henry pulled him down atop him again, groaning as their cocks brushed finally. Alex’s lips start again on Henry’s neck, and he had half a mind to tell him not to leave any marks, but they didn’t stay there for long. No, Henry glanced down his body to find Alex, the man who’d been haunting his dreams for the past five years, kissing his way down his body. He felt his cock jump in anticipation, knowing he didn’t expect Alex to attempt to use his mouth, but my God did he ever want him to try… 
“I’ve uh, I’ve never actually done this before.”
“Alex,” Henry starts, brushing the curly locks back off his face, “you don’t have to, I’m—“
“No, I want to. I just need you to tell me if it’s awful.”
Henry’s mouth went dry. In all the times he’d pictured himself with Alex, he never pictured him to be shy. Even tonight, he’d been forward, and aggressive until now. But under all the nervousness, he looked eager, and who was Henry to deny him. “Okay. Of course.” 
The responding smile Alex gives him makes his insides twist with fondness. Henry would have been okay with just making out lazily in Alex’s bed after getting him off, he really didn’t expect any of this to go as far as it had. But here he was, in Alex’s bed, watching him excitedly touch Henry for the first time.
The first touch of Alex’s hand to his cock lit him up inside. His breath hitched, and the sound of it made Alex’s smile harden into something more devious. Henry could tell he was trying to replicate what he’d done earlier; it was a little dry, and his grip not quite tight enough for Henry’s liking, but there was no doubt Alex was enjoying himself. Finally, after what felt like forever, Alex kissed the tip of his cock. 
“That’s it, love.” Henry encouraged him, his voice sounding broken, as Alex parted his lips and took him in his mouth. The velvety heat had Henry shuddering, his hand fell atop Alex’s, holding on for dear life as he took him as deep as he could. “Breathe through your nose, I promise it gets easier.” He chuckled, understanding the familiar invasive feeling. 
Alex pulled off, his eyes watering slightly. “Oh yeah? Suck a lot of dicks Your Highness?”
Henry spluttered. “A man doesn’t kiss and tell, but I’ve enough experience to know how to do it well. Now, I seem to remember you putting that mouth of yours to good use?” 
Alex ducked his head, a breathy laugh hitting the soft hairs on Henry’s upper thighs. He went back to work, gaining confidence with every bob of his head, taking encouragement from Henry. A feeling of bliss washed over Henry, and he groans when Alex’s tongue hits a particularly sensitive spot on the underside of his cock. He looks down, biting his lip, and threads his fingers through Alex’s dark hair, prompting him to look up. That single look nearly tipped Henry over the edge, “fucking eyelashes” he mutters, throwing his head back, and tightening the grip on Alex’s hair. A groan reverberates from the man below, and Henry chuckles. “Yeah, you like that? Having your hair pulled?” He assumed the answer was yes from the way Alex’s responding whine came from deep in his throat. The vibrations from his groans had Henry’s hips grinding against the mattress, it was all too much and not enough simultaneously. “Jesus Christ, Alex, I’m close.” He whined, shifting so he could throw a leg over Alex’s shoulder. His breathing became erratic, he knew he probably looked like a mess, but he didn’t care, and after only a second of Alex gently cradling his balls, Henry was coming down Alex’s throat with a breathy laugh.
He wasted no time, dragging Alex back up his body, and kissing him deeply. The taste of himself on Alex’s lips was something he’d never forget, erotic and messy and perverse. 
“Not awful?”
He laughs, high and airy. “Definitely adequate.” More than, he thinks, but he’d never let that get to Alex’s head. 
Henry brings his lips back to Alex’s, needing to feel close again so quickly after coming. He hooks his arms around Alex’s neck, bringing him down for a sloppy kiss only to discover that Alex was still hard. His erection hadn’t flagged, and Henry was sure Alex was as desperate for an orgasm as he had been. Hooking his leg over Alex’s hip, he flipped them, a shocked “Oof” leaving Alex’s lips as his back hit the mattress. Much like he’d felt Alex do earlier, Henry kissed his way down Alex’s body, paying special attention to the swells of his pecs, his belly button, and the crease of his hip. “Take what you need, love.” He says, meeting Alex’s eyes, before taking him between his lips, and down to the hilt.
Something he’d hoped Alex would appreciate, was that Henry was a world class cocksucker. He’d had countless men from various parts of the globe during his time at Oxford, on a few occasions, more than one at a time, and if there was one thing Henry excelled at, it was blow jobs. He’d long since trained away his gag reflex in the dormitories of Eton, he knew just the right touch and was able to tailor it to the man he was with. 
In no time at all, Alex was writhing beneath him. “Sweetheart.” He’d groaned, as Henry guided Alex’s hand to his own blond hair. He pulled out all the stops, changing up his rhythm, pulling off to kiss his way down the shaft and over his balls, flicking his tongue just under the head… with Alex was a babbling mess underneath him, and Henry’s heart swelled with pride. 
He could tell Alex was close, he’d already been close earlier when Henry used his hand on him, and now after the rest of the night had progressed, he definitely wouldn’t last long. For his final trick, he breathed in deep and took Alex into his throat, glancing up at him through his eyelashes as his nose hit his pubic bone. “Motherfucker.” Henry swallowed around his cock, spurring Alex’s hold on his har to tighten painfully. “Dios mio,” his breath was ragged, “I’m so fucking close Hen, I’m gonna—” Henry cupped his balls and rubbed the tips of his fingers against his perineum in a ‘come hither’ motion, and Alex was suddenly spilling down his throat. 
He pulled away from Alex’s cock, pressing a sticky kiss to the crease of his thigh, and moved back up his body. Henry was definitely a cuddler, he’d had enough one off hookups to know that not everyone wanted that, but when he was feeling floaty with the rush of post-sex hormones, he really just wanted to be close to someone. He nuzzled his nose in Alex’s neck, not wanting this feeling to end, when Alex wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in close. He could hear the other man’s heart thrumming in his chest, strong and fast, and he smiled in content, still in disbelief of where he was and who he was with. The silence dragged on comfortably, neither man wanting to move, but Henry knew he needed to assess the situation, see where Alex’s head was at. He lifted his own head, seeing Alex’s face peering down at him with a soft expression, and moved back up so they were eye to eye.
“Hmm,” Henry started, eyes shifting between Alex’s and his lips. “If I had known this was all it took to shut you up, I’d have done it ages ago.” His voice was low and gravelly, a byproduct of giving head. He always thought it was sexy on other men, and hoped Alex would think so too.
“Fuck you.” 
Henry chuckled lowly, smiling as his lips met Alex’s in a lazy kiss. It was too wet, uncoordinated and totally messy, and it was an absolutely perfect way to end their first experience wrapped up in each other’s bodies. Henry pulled away from the kiss, hoping Alex would follow him over, but he’d stayed on his back, staring at the ceiling, and the panic hit. Fuck. I just had sex with a straight man. I was some weird gay experiment, and now that he’s tried it, he’ll never want to see me again. I’ve just ruined our friendship, you can’t be friends with someone who’s had your dick in their mouth. Or… even worse… what if we do stay friends but never do this again? I don’t think I can get the look of his face, taste of his lips, feel of his touch out of my head… we can never go back.
  “Hey,” he feels a sharp poke to his bicep. “Don’t freak out.”
He drew in a sharp breath. “I’m not freaking out.” He was.
From beside him, Henry could feel Alex scoot a touch closer. “It was fun. I had fun, you had fun, right?”
Fun, understatement of the century. “Definitely.” He replies, in a cool, blissed out way, closing his eyes and wiggling further into Alex’s downy mattress.
“And you know this doesn’t, like, change anything between us, right?” Henry’s eyes shot open. “We’re still… whatever we were before, just, you know. With blowjobs.” Whatever they were before was entirely open to interpretation. Sure, they were friends, maybe even best friends, but Henry had definitely been flirting quite openly, and after the events of tonight, he was fairly positive Alex had been too, even if he wasn’t entirely aware of it. Henry was sure Alex was talking a friends with benefits situation, not exactly top of the ‘Intelligent ways to continue a friendly relationship with your lifelong crush after having sex with them’ list. He’d never been in that kind of relationship, but he knew for sure they never end well. But on the other hand, disagreeing to it would mean never getting to see Alex like this again, and possibly having to confess the whole damn way, so… maybe it was the safest option.
“Right.” He drags a hand down his face, knowing he’d just hammered the final nail in his own coffin. Here lies His Royal Highness Henry George Edward James Fox Mountchristen-Windsor, died as he lived, a gay, horny disaster. R.I.P.
  “So, I guess I should tell you, I’m bisexual.”
Henry’s mind hit the brakes entirely. Bisexual, OH. This was a coming out. They’d never really gotten into each other’s sexualities, Henry figured Alex knew he was gay from their New Years kiss, but Henry had always assumed Alex was straight, had he not always been straight…
He turned onto his side again, facing Alex. Alex’s head was turned, watching Henry, almost too intimately. “Good to know,” he allowed himself to rove his eyes over Alex’s body, taking him in again now that they were both blissfully sated. “I am very, very gay.” He smiles, feeling a little silly saying it again after he’d basically hurled it at Alex earlier in the heat of the moment. Alex’s responding chuckle sent a thrill down his spine, his insides turned to goop as the moment grew softer and more intimate. He couldn’t help himself from closing the distance between them and bringing Alex into another, too tender kiss. 
“Hey,” Henry’s eyes were still closed as Alex pulled back a hair, his breath still fanning over his lips. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you want, but I should warn you it’s probably in both of our best interests if you go back to your room before morning. Unless you want the PPOs to lock the Residence down and come requisition you from my boudoir.”
“Ah.” He pulled away, resting on his back once more. He knew this too intimate night would have to end, but the longer he stayed wrapped up in Alex, the less he wanted to leave. “You’re right.” 
“You can stay for another round if you want to.” Henry nearly chokes as Alex offers this up. Desperately, against his best interest, he wants to say yes, wants to pin Alex down and straddle him, ride him until dawn with Alex’s huge hands leaving bruises on his thighs, his hips, his asscheeks… But one of them had to be the practical one now, and unfortunately, Alex was right about his PPOs probably locking this place down, despite Shaan knowing exactly where he was, who he was with, and what (who) he was doing. 
“I rather think I’d—I’d better get back to my room.” With a shuddering breath, Henry rises from the bed. He could feel Alex’s eyes watch him move around the bed, collecting his clothes from where they were strewn around, pulling them on haphazardly. Alex eventually followed, and of course Henry watched his shoulder blades ripple the skin of his back as he pulled on a pair of grey sweat shorts, with nothing on underneath. His mouth watered as the man turned around; he needed a deep breath to compose himself and remind himself why he knew he had to leave. 
Henry made his way to the door, feeling Alex hover closely behind him. He’d usually been great at leaving after a clandestine hookup, zero attachment, a quick nod from the door, and he was on his merry way. But this wasn’t any normal hookup, this was Alex. “Well, er…”
Alex looked smug as he rolled his eyes, trapping Henry against the door. “For fuck’s sake, man, you just had my dick in your mouth, you can kiss me goodnight.” 
Could he? Could casual intimacy be part of their arrangement? He thought about all the friends-to-lovers tropes he’d read that started the exact same way, and let out a full belly laugh.  Henry presses a sweet kiss to Alex’s lips, lingering only for a second too long, before he was out the door.
Perhaps he could make this work.
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icarusbetide · 7 months ago
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king's college, hamilton & custis: two very different 1773 students
Jacky Custis (Washington's stepson) enrolled at King's College in May 1773, but "dropped out" in less than a year. Crazy how small colonial America was, because guess who else began attending King's College in 1773 before being formally matriculated in 1774? Alexander Hamilton. Who, like George Washington who originally wanted to send Jacky to Princeton, had applied first to Princeton but gone to King's College after being rejected.
You can really see their contrasting motivation because Hamilton was devouring all these books and whatnot as per usual, and Jacky was out here sending letters to his mother going "the teachers look upon me in a particular light aka they suck up to me a lot"; Myles Cooper the president of King's College writing to Washington in the best light possible at first, saying that Jacky "dines with the Professors and myself in the College-hall...I doubt not will make a Proficiency equal to the warmest Wishes and Expectations" in July. But they gave up the ghost and Washington wrote in December that Jacky wouldn't be returning to King's College. Very passive aggressive: "I have yielded, contrary to my judgment, & much against my wishes, to his quitting College." (Myles Cooper is also the Loyalist that Hamilton tried to help by talking down the Patriot mob long enough for him to escape.)
From the notes in Cooper's September letter to Washington, it appears that Jacky left King's College late September and arrived (?) at Mt. Vernon on October 2nd, never to return. Washington assumed this was just a mini vacation but it wasn't. Knowing this and that Hamilton most likely started studying in fall of 1773, there's a very slim chance that Custis and he crossed paths at least once.
Someone write that fanfic for me. Hamilton remembering a lackadaisical, pompous student he met at King's College, joking and sharing the story with the military family - Washington realizing who he's talking about, but not saying anything much until Hamilton realizes in horror that the "John or whoever that ate with the professors and never picked up a book and went on and on about his girl Nelly" is General Washington's son Jacky.
This is me still fixating about the southern Hamilton au, but it tickles my fancy to think that both Washington's actual son and his rumored illegitimate son attended the same college in the same year, though with wildly different results. More realistically, even if Hamilton never met Jacky, it still must've been an awkward conversation with the general, if it ever got brought up. "I studied at King's College, sir." "Oh really? My son attended King's College in 1773." "Oh! I started studying there in 1773 too, maybe I met him!" "Probably not since he dropped out in a few months." "Oh."
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chbnews · 7 months ago
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Announcment to all!
The Muses Hall will be holding a musical!
The date has yet to be decided but actors have already been chosen via wheal spin of luck.
BEHOLD! The actors for the new Camp Half-Blood Hamilton The Musical!!
Aaron Burr played by Percy Jackson
Angelica Schuyler played by Silena Beauregard
Alexander Hamilton played by Travis Stoll
Elizabeth Schuyler played by Selena Achilles
George III played by Nico di Angelo
Marquis De Lafayette and Thomas Jefferson played by Conner Stoll
Peggy Schuyler and Maria Reynolds played by Hazel Levesque
George Washington played by Will Soalce
Hercules Mulligan played by Onyx Solace
John Laurens and Philip Schuyler played by Grover Underwood
Practice will start this week at 8:35 am - 4:50 pm. Please be noted, and have a great day! For all concerns please refer to only known JR. Muse Tumblr user, Grace Corazon.
Sincerely yours,
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Nico as George III 💀 anyways, Announcement sent to the blog!! - Travis Stoll
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thiswasinevitable-rwrb · 11 months ago
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Alexander Hamilton Hall - FirstPrince | Red, White, & Royal Blue - ch. 3!
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On the siblings’ way back upstairs, Alex checked his phone and asked June, “You’re not into screenplays, are you?”
She didn’t bother asking why he was asking, but rather, to elaborate. “Do tell.”
“Well, I assume Henry talks about plays in the dramaturgy club, but I thought he would talk more about the show he’s working on. He’s gone quiet.”
June laughed softly from his bedroom doorway. “Are you upset he isn’t talking to you on a Friday night?”
“I’m not upset,” Alex refuted. “I’m trying to figure out what makes this guy open up.”
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ciceroprofacto · 8 months ago
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Hey, hope you’re doing well. I’m in the process of planning out a scene for a WIP, and in referencing your Hamilton-Laurens timeline, I noticed you had written that in April of 1776, upon Hamilton and his company being ordered by the New York Provincial Congress to guard the colony’s records, they were “shipped by wagon from City Hall to the abandoned Greenwhich village estate of William Bayard.” I was just wondering if you still had access to the source for this information? All that I have consulted hasn’t brought up this particular detail, so I thought it wouldn’t hurt to ask you. Thanks!
fun fact. it was probably the same house where Hamilton died of his gunshot wound.
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cyanspica · 9 months ago
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New work!
Summary: Alexander doesn't know when his life started getting so complicated. Probably when he kickstarted Thomas Jefferson's sexuality crisis and started sucking his dick on a regular basis. But maybe it was before then, when he started sleeping with the seemingly unassuming senator across the hall. Surely both of these issues will cancel each other out if he has sex with them at the same time?
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James Madison is in the office again. Hamilton knows it before he even sees the man himself, because Thomas walks straight into the printer hard enough to eat absolute shit. He collapses to the ground with a dramatic groan, and the papers he’d been holding fly around him like a cloud of white butterflies as they flutter to the ground.
It’s crazy. Jefferson is thirty-three, six two, possibly the most infuriatingly attractive man to ever work in politics, and could charm an IRS agent into committing tax fraud—but he has one midlife sexuality crisis, and now he walks into a printer when his office crush is so much as in the same room with him.
Maybe Alex shouldn’t laugh at Thomas—well, laugh that loudly—because it’s kind of his own fault about the sexuality crisis. So what if Alex didn’t think that much about what he was doing when mid-argument he sort of ended up on his knees and then sucked Thomas off in a supply closet.
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stitched-mouth · 1 year ago
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List of Every Brandon Rogers Characters Ever
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I don’t know why I did this. It took 4 hours. I haven’t seen ever Brandon Rogers video (shocking, I know) so some are missing. I purposely didn’t add any parody characters (the Kardashians, Annabell, M3GAN etc), but if you notice any BRCU characters missing, please comment so I can add them.
And obviously the characters not credited are played by Brandon Rogers.
David July is credited as David Burton on this list. I’m not sure when they changed their name, as they are credited as both on Brandon’s videos.
I can’t remember who Debbie and Doyle are but I must of put them on this list for a reason
Main Characters
Sam
Bryce Tankthrust
Bobby Worst
Blame/Sebastian/ Grandpa
Elmer
Cathy
Karen
Helen Brownstein
Stuff & Sam
Donna Phitts (Paulette Jones)
Damien (Onision)
Ms Cunney (Monique Parent)
Blame the Hero
Young Donna Phitts (Alariza Nevarez)
Duke Tuggler (Anthony Padilla)
Coach Best (Jack Plotnick)
Skinny Bitch (Kornbread Jeté)
Dill Flippo (Jonathan Hinman)
Family Doctor Office
Dr Gupta
Nurse Kavi (Nandini Minocha)
Lipschtiz the Clown (Paulette Jones)
Surgeon Miller (Jude B. Lanston)
Nurse Hole (Georgina Leahy)
Patient (Adam Neylan)
Another Patient (Jonathan Hinman)
Daniel (Jess Weaver)
Daniel’s Mother (Christine Sydelko)
Mad tea party
Mad Hatter
Cheshire Cat (Bazil)
White Rabbit (Benjamin Alexander Hall)
The Jabberwocky (Natalie Hawkins)
Flower (Jordan)
No one was credited in this video and most were personal friends of Brandon’s and not content creators so are nearly impossible to find. I had to stalk Brandon’s Insta to find these people.
BTW, Bazil (who plays Cheshire Cat) is a trans man who goes by he/him. Just letting people know because people are misgendering him and I assume it’s because they don’t know his pronouns.
Theatre Class
Alex Rimmer
Mason Lucas (Salim Razawi)
Oliver Hamilton (Stephen Weighill)
Linda Starford (Janet McCarroll)
Karen Shou (Karen Fokes)
Jamie (Adam Neylan)
Marlena Lewton (Rachael Ferris)
Dean Shaft (Tony Rogers)
Trump’s Emotions
Joy
Anger (Stephen James)
Disgust, Fear and Sadness were not credited in this skit and I can’t guess with all the makeup or find them.
Fashion
Jurgen Klausvonschwitz
Damien Ditsin (Logan Bubar)
Gretchen (Paulette Jones)
Sookilah (Judyth Brooke)
Dolorio (Devyne Carr)
Cheap Skate
Luxy
Lost Boy (Adam Neylan)
Chick Flick (the first Brandon Roger’s Video I ever watched)
Ashley
Ashley’s Best Friend (Vincent Marcus)
Ashley’s Crush / Cop (Jon Cozart)
Ashley’s Mom (Christine Sykdelko)
Teacher (Jude B. Lanston)
Doctor (Jonathan Hinman)
The Real Patient/ Dick’s Owner (Skye Williams)
The Real Patient’s Wife (Adam Neylan)
5 Year Old (Paulette Jones)
Since this video is now restricted on YouTube, I did this one from memory. I can’t believe I remember all these characters and actors. Thank God I rewatched it like a billion times when I first found it.
Mad funhouse
Mr Marbles/ Arlo
Dave (Jess Weaver)
Cliff (TJ Smith)
Sacha (Elise Christian)
Jimmy (Alex Diehl)
Manjusha (Nandini Minocha)
Mr Chronis (Jude Lanston)
Nuclear family
Barbara
Frank
Daniel/ Echo Noir
Unnamed Daughter
Devontay (?) (Devyne Carr)
The Office
Dorian Ditsin
James Shaft (Stephen Rezza)
Vishalam Rangan (Natalie Hawkins)
Jimmy Rustler (Benjamin Hall)
Craig Dildon (Stephen James)
Ernie (Seth Munson)
Diesel (David Burton)
Kevin (Davis Benz)
Regina (Georgina Leahy)
British Family/ The Mingeworthys
Lord Mingeworthy
Lady Mingeworthy (Georgina Leahy)
Cockwaddle (David Burton)
James (Davis Benz)
Blood & Makeup
Blah Blah the Clown
Whoopsie Wendy (Elise Christian)
Dumb Bitch Linda (Kornbread Jeté)
Blonde Bitch (David Burton)
Percy the Pervert (Adam Neylan)
Christmas Family/ The Hendersons
Patty Henderson
Paul Henderson (Stephen James)
Shelby Henderson (Caleb Shorey)
Unnamed Daughter (Elise Christian)
Spike (Logan Bubar)
The Devil (Paulette Jones)
Uncle Frank (Gabriel Gonzalez)
Notice how often Brandon forgets to name the daughter in his skits 👀?
Silly Cat
Clifton
Lenny/ Daddy (Jon Cozart)
Dr Williams (Sky Williams)
Wild West
Lucius Cowpussy
Vivian Delonprix (Georgina Leahy)
Map Maker Milton (Logan Bubar)
Lesbians
Darlene
Kathleen (Adam Neylan)
Power (David Burton)
Rock (Georgina Leahy)
Damien (?) (Logan Bubar)
Cheaters
Trina
Delilah
Gustavo
Unnamed Husband
Sleep Paralysis Demons
Felix
Iris (Paulette Jones)
Chad (Gary Nohealii Neil)
The Laundromat
Clyde Can
Bart (Joel Haver)
Debra (Mitsy Sanderson)
Barbara Ditliminor (?) (Adam Neylan)
The North Pole (included this group for fun)
Santa Clause
Mrs Clause (Christine Sydelko)
Gingerbread Man (Jude B. Lanston)
Female Elf (Georgina Leahy)
Male Elf (David Burton)
Head Elf (Kornbread Jeté)
Jesus (Jess Weaver)
Rudolph (Paulette Jones)
Tiny Tim (Jack Plotnick)
Characters I Didn’t Know Where To Put
Suck (Dominiq Badiyo)
Swallow (David Burton)
Beatrice Brownstein (Paulette Jones)
Judey Patoody (Jude B. Lanson)
Gloria Goopty (Kornbread Jeté)
Courtney (Liam Krug)
Ryder (Kassius Marcil-Green)
Barbara Worst (Katie Johnson)
American boyfriend (Ben Furney)
Ignaolo (Gabriel Gonzalez)
Debbie (Trevor Wallace)
Doyle (Trevor Wallace)
Carol Cox
Japanese Girlfriend
Deeno
Flint Dicker
Delmar Lysol
Humanoid Simulation XL-57692/ Simian
Double Licker Leroy
Paisley
Hole Bros
Rafał Sanchez Dimelo
Noah
Bryce is my favourite
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hellonew-yorkgirl · 2 years ago
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Tag in New York: Picknick im Central Park & Wallstreet
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