The Hamiltrash Arena
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  • Reads 1,361
  • Votes 88
  • Parts 63
  • Time 53m
Ongoing, First published Jun 30, 2016
The Hamiltrash Arena is the place for all die-hard Hamilton fans to look at amazing fan art and comment! For me, it's a great place to a) talk about my many obsessions (Hamilton, Gravity Falls, Hetalia: Axis Powers, Once Upon a Time, Disney, and many others) and fangirl over stuff about them - but this is called Hamiltrash because 99% of it will be related to Hamilton unless I really need to say something about my other issues, b) find some cool fan art and share it with you guys, and c) have lots of fun on this website and make some new friends! 
Okay, that was really corny. Sorry. But anyway, I hope you enjoy!

*NOTE: All the art that I feature in here might not have an owner that I see in it, but I'll try my best to give credit! Otherwise, all of the work belongs to their respective owners, unless, of course, I decide to draw something! I probably won't though. I'm not that great of an artist. OTHER NOTE: The creator of this cover was not me. I'm not good with that stuff. Like, at all. I found it on Tumblr, but I'm having trouble figuring out who made it. It was either hullclean or it was angeldummottschunard. Whoever you were, you did a great job! Thanks :)*
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*this is currently being edited* I am horrible at descriptions so I'm just going to put an insert from it for now: Alexander Hamilton had never experienced snow. Never. Growing up in the Caribbean he'd never had the chance. Never until he'd moves to New York. Sure, he dreamed about seeing snow. But he never imagined that it was so cold. Yeah, it was pretty and all, but it was way too cold. The first year was the worst, but each year made Alexander dislike snow more and more. John was happy, though. Growing up in New York, John was used to the snow. Alexander on the other hand, he wasn't used to snow at all, as he grew up in the Caribbean. "Hey, Lex," John said, walking into his and Alexander's apartment. Alex looked up from his huddle of blankets on their couch. "No," he muttered. "What was that?" John asked, cheerfully. "No," Alex muttered again. "What?" "No. I'm not going outside." Alexander glared at John. "At least not until Spring."