I think the real question is which of the revolutionary four and Burr would pilot which lion?
Shit….. you’re right
Black Lion: Lafayette. The black lion’s the leader of the group and has to be someone others respect and will follow. Lafayette charms Washington, gets more aid for the US, and is put in charge of his own troops. He’s a charismatic guy, even Thomas Jefferson respects him. He knows when to be diplomatic but also knows when to charge in rapping about how much blood he’s spilling.
Red Lion: Laurens. The red lion’s fiery temper definitely matches Laurens’ complete willingness to fight literally everyone. The first time we meet Laurens he’s talking kicking redcoat ass. He duels someone for shit talking his boss. Like??
Green Lion: Hamilton. The green lion’s pilot has to be one of “intellect and daring” and I mean. Do I even need to explain. Hamilton’s smarts are his defining trait and daring’s practically his middle name. He steals british cannons, proposes his own form of government to the new congress, writes a pamphlet detailing his affair to field accusations about treason– I mean, it ultimately leads to his downfall but you know. Details.
Yellow Lion: Hercules Mulligan. The yellow lion’s pilot is someone who puts the needs of others before his own. In ‘My Shot,’ Hercules Mulligan tells the others that he’s got them in “Loco Parentis” which means “in place of a parent.” He’s literally the mom friend, taking care of these poor little children.
Blue Lion: Burr. The blue lion is the friendliest lion of the bunch and so is its pilot. Burr’s a total people pleaser (”talk less, smile more”). The blue lion is also the most confident lion and interestingly enough, Burr’s actually a pretty confident guy. I mean sure, he plays things safe, but we never once see him doubting his own abilities. He just blames his failings on hamilton lol
Does Peter accidentally get stuck to things when he's nervous? I just imagined him meeting Cap for the first time and being ridiculously nervous about meeting his idol, and shaking his hand but then not being able to let go and that just makes everything worse
Tony: so we’re meeting the president next week, don’t do anything weird -
May I get Murasakibara getting really protective of his small female s/o? ^~^ Thank you so much and I hope you have a nice day/night!
A/N: omg sign me up for this because this is really, really adorable and I love Mukkun - of course you may! I LOVED writing this and I loved the prompt; so so so so cute! Thank you for the ask and I hope your day/night is lovely as well <3 By the way, I love your avatar and header! Akashi is so bae!
There were some serious inconveniences that came with your height, and you learned this fact at a young age. There were many times in your life that you had needed a stool to grab something off of a top shelf, and being able to see things in a crowd? Forget it. Finding someone whom you spoke on an eye level with was a rare feat, so your neck had a permanent position fixed upwards; stiffness often crept its way there as a result.
Your boyfriend, Murasakibara Atsushi, was your antithesis. While you were miniature, he was a giant at nearly seven feet tall. While you stretched for objects out of your reach, he was ducking into doorways. Yet, though you two were sometimes mistaken for a brother and his younger sibling, you found that the two of you complimented each other, both of your extremities forming a balance. Atsushi was lazy, that much was for sure, but he cared about you. He was there to grab whatever you needed, to give you a much needed piggyback ride when you couldn’t see, and contrary to popular belief, with enough maibou and lazy cuddles you were actually capable of convincing him to rub on your neck - calloused, dry hands becoming a sensation you enjoyed, as it was your boyfriend assisting you out of his own love for you, you knew.
The disadvantages of your height, therefore, ceased to bother you on a daily basis.
Murasakibara was the personification of sloth, and though he wasn’t one to ever vocalize his feelings often, you knew inside that giant of a body was a large heart to match. You knew he’d be there for you, because you were ‘his ______-chin,’ and though sluggish, he was protective; you would always be there for him as well, because you loved your gigantic boyfriend.
You hummed on your way out from class, the weight of your bag slung over one shoulder. You squinted as your eyes made contact with sunlight; the day was bright, clear, and beautiful. A slight breeze blew past you, cooling down perspiration that threatened to surface on your skin. You were giddy, happy as could be, because the rest of your day consisted of spending time with your boyfriend. You had agreed to meet him at the school gates and you had planned to go straight there after class.
You, however, were not expecting a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turned around, expression brightened as the possibility came to mind that it was a certain purple haired boy; your mood immediately dampening when you realized that the tap had not come from your significant other, but one of the boys from your class. You weren’t quite sure of his name, he and his two friends behind him, but you knew they weren’t good news. You were pretty sure you had never learned their names because they were always suspended or not in school, and considering the fact that they had never wanted anything to do with you previously, the feeling of poison bubbled in your stomach as anxiety formed. “H-Hello,” you greet, swallowing down nervousness, exhaling insecurity.
The boy nearest you, the one you immediately dubbed as their ringleader, had an expression on his face that startled you, one that could only be described as cynical. “Hello, ______.” He purred, eying you up and down before taking a stride closer to you. Needless to say, you felt uncomfortable, and though you wanted to take a step back in order to separate your personal space from his, you couldn’t; your legs were rooted to the ground in uncertainty. “You’re so cute, y’know? So small, and such a good girl. I saw how you were paying attention in class like you were some sort of teacher’s pet.”
Your mouth felt dry, your tongue thin and papery without moisture. You wanted to fight back, to say something sassy - because, wasn’t it normal to pay attention in class? But you couldn’t. Hell, you couldn’t even look the boys in the face. They were intimidating and you knew they wouldn’t be scared to rough you up. Not to mention, they were at least six feet tall, and not something you could even possibly contend against. “So, since you’re such a good girl, how about you hand over those class notes? It’s the least you could do for a guy like me, because if not, I feel like that pretty little face of yours might not be so perfect anymore.”
You want to run, you want to move, or tell him off, or to do something. But your breath is coming in shallow inhales and exhales and you can’t even bring yourself to meet his gaze. It’s clear that he’s expecting an answer, so when you manage to open your jaw and let out a quiet, “N-no…” he loses his patience with you right then and there, his temper snapping. Before you know it, a weight is lifted from your shoulders, bag tipped over as a clatter is heard, multiple books and papers hitting cement as the contents of your bag are spilled all over the ground.
It’s the clunk of your things hitting the flooring that snaps you out of your trance. You gasp, mouth agape as your eyes flicker up to meet his. His expression is ruthless, and with the unsympathetic laughter of hyenas behind him, his friends spurring him on, you’re left panicked, heart beating erratically in your chest as you realized that you had never, ever been in a situation like this. It’s the ultimate underdog stigma; no one was on your side, and you’re too weak to fight for yourself. You hear a bitter laugh, paper crumpling as the boy picks up your class notebook. “H-hey! Give that back!” You stutter, eyes wide as you reach up on tippy toes - but he holds your notes out of reach from you, a grin on his filthy features. “Aww, look at this poor little bitch! What’s the matter? Are you-” a fake gasp, “Are you angry at me? Oh no! What’re you gonna do?” his voice comes out like sludge; like something that belongs in a sewer.
Frustration burns through your lungs as you jump in place, arm outstretched in an attempt to grab your notes, of course to no avail. You feel tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, itchiness at your nose; you feel like crying, because you don’t know what you’ve done to deserve this and you’re about to give up. You clench your jaw, teeth grinding against each other, and you’re so lost in your vexation that you don’t hear heavy footsteps, the crunch of snacks, or the crinkle of a maibou wrapper.
He changes the whole air of the predicament with a crunch of his snack. A shadow looms over you and though a string of taunts had previously been coming out of the mouth of the delinquent in front of you, for once, he shuts it. “Say, ______-chin. Who are these guys?” You immediately halt your jumping. Feeling someone pat your head, you glance up to meet a familiar face. Your heart soars in your chest, and though your expression had previously been aggravated, your frown is replaced by a smile. “Atsushi!”
While you’re pleased to see him, Murasakibara is less than thrilled with the situation. While described as dim by some others, he was certainly able to put two obvious things together. “Why were they making you jump like that? You looked really sad for a second there, ______-chin. Seeing you sad makes me really, really upset.” He pauses for a second, eyes narrowed with impending rage. “Hey, you,” Murasakibara steps forward, looming over the boy with overwhelming dominance. Upon being addressed the boy nearly jumps. His own mouth is agape, eyes wide as he stares up at the titan that was your boyfriend. You finally realize your hand is shaking, your limbs trembling from the adrenaline of the situation; yet you can finally breathe a sigh of relief now that he’s here. The giant plucks the notebook out of the boy’s fingers with ease, throwing it behind him as he’s too infuriated to care. Luckily, your reflexes are fast enough to catch it. “I’m pissed, so I’m gonna crush you now.” he drawls, eyes glinting something dangerous.
It isn’t long before the boy is making pained whimpers and gasps, Murasakibara’s hand latched onto his head and adding increasing pressure. The delinquent’s fingers tremble, and he opens his mouth to say something, but it comes out as a whine of pain instead. His two friends were long gone by now, having run as soon as they had seen the menace that was Murasakibara. Worry flashes through you - though you’d been terrified, you didn’t want to kill the boy with how your boyfriend could be sometimes, plus with the fact that Murasakibara was incredibly powerful, it was likely that your bully could suffer some serious damage. “Atsushi, please!” You pipe up finally, voice regained as the threat of danger had blown over, “That’s enough!”
You don’t need to tell him twice, because though he’s approximately two feet taller than you, he’s tied to you like a dog to its owner. He lets go, the boy slumping to the ground, trembling and attempting to regain his breath. “Never talk to ______-chin again, or I’ll crush you for real next time.” He stares down at the boy, purple hues reflecting his supremacy and it’s only then that the boy scrambles to his feet, letting out a panicked yell of sorts as he ran.
You’re able to still your thumping heart at the delinquent’s retreating figure, bringing a hand to your chest as you let out deep inhales and exhales in attempt to calm yourself. A large hand makes its way onto your head, stroking and patting as he feels your hair with long digits. “______-chin?” He asks you. You divert your attention up at him, a smile forming on your lips as you realize just how strongly you feel for your lover. He was always good to you, always there for you whether you needed something off of a top shelf, needed to see over a crowd, or needed someone to protect you. You reach up on your tippy-toes and grab at the tie of his school uniform. He understands, bending over at your request.
Your palms make their way to his cheeks, stroking tenderness and affection into his skin with the pad of your thumb. Murasakibara lazily drapes his arms around you, pulling you into an embrace of sorts as his eyes close at your ministrations. You take the chance to peck his lips, pulling away ever so slightly to touch noses with him. You loved your boyfriend. He was your other half, your prince and hero, your balance. Your face is filled with bliss, happy with the fact that you found such a boy to spend your time with, and you find yourself smiling. “Thank you for saving me, Atsushi. I love you.”
Alright cool cats, I am going to bed but I wanted to publicly document this moment in which I feel Hella Cute and Crush-Worthy. I hope everyone reading this feels Hella Cute very soon because you’re all precious green beans with excellent faces ♡♡
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I will happily talk about comics with you if you want:D
Comic talk: HOW DO YOU EVEN GO ABOUT PLANNING A THING? Scripts? Thumbnails, probably. Page layouts, how does one even go about planning panels and when to end pages, etc. And maybe the Funeral Oration chapter is a bad choice because it’s mostly just talking. Also I’m bad at drawing speech bubbles.
I feel like the answer to all art concerns is basically to just try the thing and see how it goes, even if it goes terribly.
me:isn't it just incredible that marvel wrote two characters from the 1940s to be openly bisexual? that both steve rogers and peggy carter would not only be in a romantic relationship together, but go on to be in specified and explored relationships with people of the same gender? wow it is just so cool. so revolutionary. the bi dream team.