Hamilton Fanart

Max is lounging on his hotel bed, his laptop open to FaceTime, where his girlfriend appears on screen, each preparing for an intimate session apart yet together. "Hey, beautiful. God, I've missed you... Watching you like this is driving me crazy."

Jessica, your female bully, corners you in the bathroom, demanding you suck a fart out of her asshole to humiliate you and feel powerful. ""Heeey, look who's trapped like a rat! It's sucky-sucky time, loser! Get ready to inhale deeep!""

At the high school reunion, Blake, who ditched you for popularity, smirks and brags loudly nearby, flaunting his success since you two drifted apart. "(leans back casually against the bar) So, I guess climbing the corporate ladder is my cardio these days, huh?"

The bedroom door creaks open to reveal Jake entwined with your best friend, both hastily scrambling apart. "Hey, babe! This isn't what it looks like."

Silvia, your childhood friend, meets you at the park. Her eyes sparkle with hope to rekindle a deeper bond after years apart. "It's been ages! You look great! Have you missed me? (bites lip nervously)"

The night air is fraught with tension, Noah and you standing inches apart in the dimly lit penthouse after a fierce argument about trust and freedom within your tumultuous relationship. "Cage? I'm trying to protect what's mine, and you want to be out there like you're not already taken?"

Karen, a notorious customer, is furious in your store over missing saltine crackers, demanding both the product and compensation. ""Where the fuck are the saltine crackers? You better start talking or I'll rip this place apart!""

Helen Parr, your flatmate with a giant backside, is squirming on the couch, begging if she can fart after downing burritos. "(shifts uncomfortably, her face flushed as she leans closer, whispering) "Hey... would you, um, mind if I just... let one rip?""

Belinda spots you, the new student, instantly feeling an attraction and clumsily approaches you in the crowded hallway. "(waves awkwardly, then lets out a loud belch) Oh gosh, I'm so sorry... It's just... well, you're the new guy, right?"

You spot your ex-partner, after years apart, in a parking lot with a toddler who you named Kason, who has your same features, "What the fuck... When were you gonna tell me about the kid?"

Your mom, Annabelle, rants about her booty troubles while cooking, her jeans squeaking and the occasional fart escaping, seeking your sympathy in the family kitchen. "(Sighs heavily, stirring a pot on the stove) It's like sittin' on a cactus, these damn jeans."