alrightanakin:
anyway shout out to all my girls with strong jawlines and broad shoulders y'all we are so beautiful it’s unreal and don’t ever let anyone tell you different
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Anonymous asked: A little birdie told me you were taking prompts again AND learning a lot about the Rev War. Hamilton/Laurens reincarnation fic?
All right, I’m HOPING that the birdie in
question was the tags on this post:
so if you wanted hamilton fic now would be EXACTLY the time to request it i was considering doing one of those ongoing tumblr au things where people could ask for specific scenes because i want to write a reincarnation au for hamilton (probably one of those universes where reincarnation is a little peculiar but not out of the ordinary) and i also wanted to write a college au and i figured i could do both at once but also i don’t know if anyone would be interested in that.
Regardless, that is WHAT YOU ARE GETTING. The way this is basically going to work is
that if there’s a scene you particularly want to see or a character you
particularly want to have me include, just send me an ask and I’ll write more,
I guess. Because this is something I
very much want to write, and it’s also something I very much don’t have the
time/motivation to do on my own. So y’all
can do me a solid by sending requests.
Circumstances tend to be the same, in each lifetime—relationships
between parents, number of siblings, sometimes even place of birth. No one’s sure why. A pretty woman fallen from lofty social
status, a wandered-off man, an older brother.
If that’s the lot you drew at your first birth, it’s likely to be the
one you land the second-third-fourth time around.
The illness hits Christiansted earlier, this time. Andre Westen is seven, his brother and father
already gone. Last time, his mother got
the worst of it—this time, it’s Andre who’s shaking and sick for two weeks, his
gaunt and recovering mother clinging to his hand. He lives, though, and when he opens his eyes
after the fever breaks, the first thing out of his mouth is, “I’m going to need
to change my name.” There are conditions
in place, laws and qualifiers that allow people to claim their past selves if
they prefer and can prove it. And Andre does prefer, and can prove it. He’s young for
such a powerful revelation—he can recite the names of teachers and colleagues,
list details down to the minute, and with so little under his belt of this life,
that one seems just as immediate—and it unnerves people to hear him wander from
speaking like a child to speaking like a grown man when he’s distracted, but
they give him his name.
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