#sister theodosia

[thewonderbug]

finding out the jedis were based on the bene gesserits but toned down so the kids don't feel like starting sects to rule the galaxy, it's like discovering the dark version of the grims brothers tales that disney toned down for your childhood psyche

[beauspot]

watching dune prophecy and it’s too many straight people but other than that 10/10!

marrying a nine year old? high key weird!

[sand-and-spice]

"Dune Prophecy Episode 2 Breakdown — Recap & Review"

This summary is good because it doesn't skip over Emeline and Jen. They will probably be important to the plot later on, so I am keeping an eye on them.

[imageneralweee]

THE GIRLIES PRESENTATION SHEET IN MY HAMILTON HIGH SCHOOL AU!!!

[orphanheirs]

Writing Share Tag

@tragedycoded, @illarian-rambling, @kaylinalexanderbooks, and @glbettwrites tagged me in this! Thank you!!

Bit of a longer one today since this is responding to kind of a whole backlog of tags for this game lol.

This is an excerpt from Tristan's diary when he still lived in his family home. Included is him complaining about the servants, ruining lives, being melodramatic, and fantasizing about murder. A pretty good sum of Tristan's psyche I fucking guess. I previously posted the first paragraph of this here. I'll probably post the rest at some point.

Mary is new to the household and enormously stupid. She is also an incessant annoyance. In any case it is amusing to provoke her; she looks as if she has lost her breath and sometimes I think she shall faint. “Lord! Lord! Such a child-!” she gasps, and clutches her breast while her dowdy eyes bulge out. Her kind do not last long in service here. Though honestly sometimes I wish everyone was as easy as her. Then I would have made my escape long ago. For example, Maryanne (sometimes it seems as if there are only three or four names in all the world), who courts my rage daily and is cleverer than most, has taken to closing and locking the door to the Back Stair at night, I can only assume because she has somehow guessed at my midnight rambles. Spoil her cheese and curdle her milk. She does not know I have other ways to get about the house. Yesterday I placed one of Theodosia's jewels under Maryanne’s pillow, and it has already been missed. {Later.} The jewel has been uncovered, and with it Maryanne’s villainous theft. She was swiftly dismissed, of course. But I do not feel much satisfaction from my victory. I am tired of these games. What is the use of rambling if it only be round and round in a cage? I am not a child anymore. Menander joined up as a midshipman when he was twelve and Harcourt went off to Eton. I am still just here. Laughing at these half-wits brought me some comfort during my imprisonment here, and perhaps was the only thing saving me from madness, but soon I shall never see them again and to the devil with all of them! It is high time I too was on my own and my mind was turned to greater things. Though I shant be a scholar or a soldier, but a magician. —But it is funny to think on’t: the devil coming to gobble everybody up. Mary’s eyes would pop right out of her face and the devil would pick them up and use them as marbles. Then he would ground her bones into porridge after he had melted her flesh into candles. And all the while her tongue would still be wagging, crying "Lord! Lord!”

Tagging: @gioiaalbanoart, @tragicheirs, @gaslightwestern, and @theink-stainedfolk !

[radioisntdead]

This is my formal apology for saying I'm gonna post and then not posting, but I SWEAR I WILL, I HAVE A FLUFFY FIC FOR LATER after the angst HOPE Y'ALL LIKE HAMILTON

[aiza-luna]

OMG THEODOSIA DESIGN FINALLY REVEALED??? I WAITED SO LONG FOR HOW WOULD DOTTIE'S SIBILINGS BE LIKE!! 🥹🥹🥹

(I NEED a drawing of Adam with his baby sisters pls, bc I remember Adam was the first born 🥹)

ANYWAYS, THE GIRLIES 🛐🛐🛐🛐

bloody hell, with this all Shay/Dora thing that I have going on, I can finally introduce Theodosia (nicknamed Theda) properly.

Bloody hell, she came so late into the game (as a concept, she existed since 2020 - Thea and Dora were always going to be twins- but as a character, I basically developed late 2022, early 2023?) that I NEVER thought about the possibility of making her Dottie's literal wingman and bff (again, in Syndicate Dorothea was an only child).

SWEET, SWEET DELICIOUS POSSIBILITIES THAT HAVE JUST OPENED UP IN FRONT OF MY EYES.

bloody hell, with this all Shay/Dora thing that I have going on, I can finally introduce Thea properly.

Bloody hell, she came so late into the game (as a concept, she existed since 2020 - Thea and Dora were always going to be twins- but as a character, I basically developed late 2022, early 2023?) that I NEVER thought about the possibility of making her Dottie's literal wingman and bff (again, in Syndicate Dorothea was an only child).

SWEET, SWEET DELICIOUS POSSIBILITIES THAT HAVE JUST OPENED UP IN FRONT OF MY EYES.

AM DELIGHTED.

(am basically moving all the Starrick family back into 1700s for the Rogue arc lololol).

SO HERE YOU HAVE THEDA BEING A LITTLE SHIT WITH DORA.

I will blabber more about them on my sideblog (which is @house-of-hamartia. But be mindful that it's a Rogue-centric blog, where I also post smut so, if you are minor, nope, stay the freak away from there lol)

hope you will like this!

--Nemo

[lunee43]

I love your drawings! (I need a drawing of Eurymene 😭 I love that ship, I also want to know some curiosities about them :3, did they have children?)

Thank you! Here’s eurymene and little Telemachus! (Gave them matching colors)

Not much is known about ctimene and Eurylochus’s relationship. We only really know that ctimene is Odysseus’s sister and Eurylochus’s wife. There’s no telling that they have children?, it’s sad we don’t have their dynamic since we’re just looking through Odysseus’s pov!

But if you asked me, I feel like Eurylochus would be a girl dad idk he gives me those vibes— or maybe it’s because I like that Hamilton dynamic with Burr and Theodosia. 😂

[arcane-vagabond]

By Its Cover: Chapter Three

By Its Cover: Chapter Three

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (Last Name: Sinclair)

Summary: The frivolity of high society has never much interested in you. You preferred to spend your time reading, something your sisters couldn't fathom as they spent their time shopping the latest dress styles. The youngest of five children and the fourth daughter, not much was expected of you. You knew you might be married one day, but you hoped beyond hope that it would be to someone that might understand your intellectual pursuits. You begin exchanging letters with a mysterious stranger, and what's more, your older brother's rakish best friend seems to find himself in your path more and more as the season goes on. What's a girl to do? (Regency!AU)

Content Warning: Historical inaccuracies probably, Promenading, Lingering looks, Stolen glances, Yearning, Gossip, Disregard for personal space, General anxiety, General self-esteem issues, Mean words. I think that's it, but please let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 3.4k

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Promenading was a terribly boring affair as far as you were concerned. Or at least, it was when spending the time with your overly zealous older sister. Georgie had insisted on sticking close to Lord Seresin, relegating you to the back with your mother and brother. The two of them conversed amongst themselves, leaving you to your thoughts, your hands itching to find a shaded spot where you could continue to read.

You found the book to be quite riveting so far, admiring the Elizabeth Bennet’s wit and bravery as she traversed the unknown landscape of the upper class. You had laughed at her sly remarks to Mr. Darcy, and envied her close relationship with her older sister. You imagined that Lydia and Theodosia were much like them, the way they were always giggling between each other. You had wanted something like that with Georgie, but you were quick to understand that your feelings were not reciprocated. No, Georgie preferred her gossip and shopping to your books and painting.

You caught Lord Seresin’s eye as he glanced back at you. His eyes twinkled as his lips curled into a smile before giving you a quick wink. Your cheeks heated, eyes growing wide at his boldness. He grinned at your reaction, lips pressing into a firm line as he tried to hold back a laugh, instead choosing to make it appear that he was laughing at one of Georgie’s—positively awful—jokes. You shook your head, ridding your mind of any lingering thoughts about the man in front of you. You glanced around the park, noting several newly presented ladies already chatting with suitors. The pairings thus far weren’t very interesting or gossip worthy as far as you were concerned.

Your eyes continued to flit about the garden until they met deep brown ones. Your mood perked up immediately upon sight of Natasha, an eager smile breaking out across your face as she hurried towards you.

“Oh, thank God you’re here,” she breathed as she saddled up to you, linking your arm with hers. “I was beginning to think I would die of boredom.”

“It would appear you and I share one mind,” you laughed, squeezing her arm as the two of you fell in to step just in front of William and your mother. Natasha’s eyes flickered back towards them, a coy gleam in them as she looked at your brother.

“I saw that,” you whispered, a knowing look on your face as she blushed, shushing you quickly before promptly looking forward.

“I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about, Bug,” she stated, fighting the smile that threatened to break out across her face. You hummed, not believing her in the slightest when she peered over at you with a knowing look of her own.

“Although, I have heard some interesting tidbits about you and your sister this afternoon,” she teased, smirking as your eyes shot to hers.

“What on earth could they possibly be saying about us?” You scoffed. “The season has hardly even begun.”

“Well, what a beginning it’s been then,” she said. “The word around the Island is that a certain lady has her eye on the Duke of Austin.”

“That’s hardly newsworthy,” you sniffed, looking at your sister before shifting your gaze back to Natasha. Her eyes danced with amusement as her smirk grew bigger.

“Ah, but you haven’t heard the rest of it,” she grinned. “As it would turn out, the Duke of Austin appears to have his eyes pinned on another.”

You frowned, already not liking where this was going.

“No,” she continued. “He, in fact, has his eyes set on her sister if the whispers are to be believed.”

Your stomach did a flip, your skin suddenly feeling slightly clammy.

“That’s simply just not true,” you muttered, eyes cast toward the ground. It couldn’t be true. You weren’t nearly as good a prospect as Georgie. Sure, Georgie was prideful and snobbish at times, but she was beautiful, elegant, and sure to make a most wonderful bride to some eligible bachelor. You were none of those things. You were opinionated, stubborn, and much too quick to anger. You weren’t the type to be a graceful lady of an estate. No, you knew deep down in your heart that you would grow old in age living as a spinster on your family’s estate. Although, a secret part of you always hoped for more.

“Bug,” Natasha scowled, leaning in further as she lowered her voice so only you could hear. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

“Looks at me how?” you muttered.

“Like you’re the most divine creature he’s ever had the privilege of beholding,” she smirked. You frown, irritated that you were even entertaining the, quite frankly, foolish notion that a man such as Lord Seresin, a duke no less, would ever feel anything but muddled curiosity for someone like you.

“This is ridiculous,” you hissed, moving to pull back, but Natasha stopped you with a hand on your arm.

“Is it?” She questioned, eyes glancing in front of the both of you before looking back at you. “Because from where I’m standing, the man has hardly been able to stop looking at you. Perhaps the notorious rake of the Island is ready to settle down.”

You glanced over just as Lord Seresin’s head whipped back forward, a twinge of pink to his ears as he smiled at something your sister just said. You felt a pang in your chest, uncertain and unable to pin the emotion that suddenly filled you. You pressed your lips firmly together as you continued your walk in silence.

“Excuse me, Miss Sinclair.”

Your little party stopped as Mr. Darnstead came up to stand in front of your sister. You saw the way Georgiana’s lips curved coyly, the glance she cast to her right as she greeted the man in front of her.

“Hello, Mr. Darnstead,” she purred. “How are you enjoying the weather this fine day?”

Natasha squeezed your arm once more to get your attention. You turned your head to see her apologetic smile as she stepped back with a sigh.

“My mama is calling for me,” she frowned, gesturing to the woman in question who stood by the pond with a young man. Natasha’s mother had a look of eagerness as she waved for her daughter, and you gave your best friend a sympathetic nod.

“Good luck,” you whispered, squeezing her hand before watching her go. You startled as William stepped up beside you, a furrow to his brow as he watched Natasha’s retreating figure.

“Is that Lord Anson?” He asked, sparing you a glance. You scrunched your nose at him before shrugging.

“I have no idea,” you answered, a sly smile curling at your lips. “Why do you wish to know?”

William turned to you with an owlish blink that had you snickering into your hand. He scowled down at you, bumping your shoulder with his as he fought the smile that threatened to spread out across his face.

“That’s enough out of you,” he admonished playfully, earning a giggle from you.

It was quieter by the fountain that stood guarded by the giant hydrangea bushes and green hedges. You were the only one to venture to this part of the park, most everyone keeping closer to the main walkway where they were sure to be seen by all of society and any potential matches.

You enjoyed the quiet, truly you did. The chirping of birds and hum of insects complimenting the steady trickle of the water in the fountain. It was a nice, little corner that offered you some semblance of privacy while still being in full view of your ever watchful mother, though she seemed more preoccupied with Georgie and her many suitors that had come flooding out of the woodwork than her youngest daughter. You were grateful for the reprieve, sneaking away quietly to try and find some time to continue reading your book. You were making steady progress, admiring Elizabeth Bennet’s refusal of Mr. Collins when accepting would have been not only beneficial, but expected.

Your mother and brother seemed determined for you to marry, but you knew it was a lost cause. No respectable man of the Island would want to marry the strange, youngest daughter of the noble Sinclair family—especially when there seemed to be constant whispers about her ineptitude as a lady.

You sat perched on the edge of the fountain, feeling the mist from the water on your skin, a shiver running up your spine at the coolness of the water. You set your book down, standing to make your way towards the last remaining blossoms of the hydrangeas. You were happy to see them given how late in the year it was. Your family’s estate had a couple of bushes in its garden, but they were kept pruned short unlike the plants before you. The bush toward over you, making you feel small by comparison.

Your hand rose to cradle one of the last group of blossoms, smiling at the bright, blue petals. The ladies of the Island seemed to favor the bright pink and noble purple blossoms more, but you had always had a fondness for the blue. You leaned forward to sniff the sweet smell, humming with a smile.

“There you are.”

You jumped, whirling around to come face to face with Lord Seresin. He put his hands up, an amused smile on his lips as he looked at you.

“Woah,” he chuckled, letting his arms fall back to his sides. “Easy. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“You didn’t,” you lied, frowning and looking away.

“Right,” he said quietly, shoving a hand into his pocket. “I thought I might find you over here.”

You hummed, fingers toying with the hydrangea blossoms once more. You weren’t sure how to talk to him. He was just a boy you had once known before last night, a friend of your brothers who used to carry you around on his back across the fields of your family’s estate. A boy who always indulged you, much to the annoyance of William. He always had a smile for you or a treat of some kind. You had been sad when he stopped coming around.

Now he was a handsome, young Duke of marrying age. You were not blind to the stares he received from the ladies of the Island—and even some of the men—as he had walked through the park with your family. He had become sturdier since his youth, and the very thought had heat rising to your cheeks.

As if he could read your mind, his lips curled into a smirk, and he took several steps towards you, bridging the gap that had kept your nerves at bay.

“You always did like the flowers,” he mused, his fingers coming up to rest against the same blossoms. He was so close, you could feel his body heat radiating off of him, the smell of his cologne competing with the sweet perfume of the flowers. You took a deep breath, lips parting as you took in his scent, eyelashes fluttering as it overwhelmed you.

“You used to bring them to me all the time,” he continued, eyes softening at the memories.

“Did I?” You asked, cursing how breathy your voice sounded.

“Oh, yes,” he grinned, plucking a blossom off the bush and handing it to you. “That and whatever creature you managed to dig up.”

You took the flower from his hands, cheeks becoming hotter at his teasing and the way his fingers brushed against yours.

“Your grace,” you started, but Lord Seresin frowned.

“Jake,” he corrected.

“Jake,” you sighed, grimacing. “Perhaps we should rejoin the others.”

“Why?” he asked with a frown. You pursed your lips, eyes flickering down to the flower in your hand. Anything to escape his intense green ones.

“I think it would be wise in order to avoid scandal,” you murmured, eyes darting towards the main pathway where several of high society’s elite strolled.

“I didn’t know you were so concerned with the thoughts of high society,” he smirked, leaning closer. You leaned away, eyes wide as his breath fanned over your face.

“Why would I not be?” You challenged, brow furrowing. “I am a lady of one of the noble families. To ruin my reputation is to ruin all of theirs as well.”

“You think I’m out to ruin your reputation?” He asked, smirk faltering. You stared at him for a second, mind reeling at his proximity and unsure of how to respond.

“What are your intentions with my sister?” You blurted out. Jake balked, confusion spreading out across his face.

“What?”

“Your intentions with my sister,” you continued, meeting his eyes with faux confidence. “You have quite the reputation, Lord Seresin. I would hate to see her caught up in it.”

All traces of mirth were gone from his face by the time you finished speaking. A dark glimmer in his eyes had you hesitating, but you stubbornly stood your ground, waiting for his answer.

“And what, pray tell, is my reputation, Miss Sinclair?” He challenged, a growl in his voice that most certainly did not make you feel flustered. Your mind raced back to the words Natasha and William had both spoken to you.

“They say you’re a rake,” you declared, lifting your chin. “Rumor has it that you’d rather spend your time with a different lady every night than settle down. That you spend your nights drinking and gambling until the sun rises. If you mean to court my sister, that will have to stop.”

Hurt flashed in his eyes. It was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced with a cold veneer, his jaw clenching.

“I’m surprised you of all people would listen to the wretched gossip that everyone seems so fond of,” he said coolly, standing up straight and taking a step back from you as he adjusted his jacket. “Given how you yourself are the subject of some. Just a silly little girl with her head in the clouds and no understanding of the world around her. You’ll be lucky to find a match at all is what they say about you.”

The hot sting of tears prickled at the back of your eyes. Of course you weren’t a stranger to the things people whispered about you, only a fool would be. But in that moment, the image of the sweet boy who entertained you all those years ago is shattered.

You felt your lower lip wobble, and the cold look in Jake’s eyes crumbles as it’s replaced with one of regret.

“Lady Bug, I-” He started, reaching a hand out to you, but you jerked back. You gave him one last look, schooling your features as you rushed past him.

“Excuse me,” you sniffled, cursing as your voice trembled. You didn’t look back, making a beeline towards where your mother stood.

“Mama,” you called, the older woman turning to face you. Concern pulled at her brow and lips as she looked at you.

“Whatever is the matter, dearest?” She asked, cupping your face in her hands as she looked you over. You cleared your throat as you glanced to the ground.

“I’m suddenly not feeling well,” you lied. “Might I take the coach home?”

Your mother hesitated, and you could feel his eyes on you as she glanced up at him.

“I suppose that’s alright,” she said slowly, her hands coming down to rest on your shoulders. “Just have the driver come straight back once you’re home.”

You gave her a tight-lipped smile, ducking your head as you scurried away towards the entrance to the park.

You heaved a sigh as you stared out your window. You hadn’t stopped thinking about your exchange with Lord Seresin. Why had he been so upset with you? You were protecting your sister from heartbreak, warning him that the opinions of him will affect her too should he choose her as his wife. Was he angry because they had come from the lips of a woman all considered to be strange? Or perhaps it was because they were spoken aloud at all.

A knock sounded on your door, and you turned at the sound.

“Come in,” you called, thoughts still swirling inside your head. Your maid, Nora, poked her head in, a small smile directed your way.

“Good afternoon, miss,” she greeted, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. “I wanted to let you know that dinner will be served in about one hour.”

“Thank you, Nora,” you smiled, but the action seemed forced. She hesitated for a moment, flinching as you gave her a puzzled look.

“Your mother wanted me to remind you that the Duke of Austin will be joining your family this evening,” she twittered nervously.

Your heart sank, the thought of seeing him again so soon filling you with dread. Perhaps you could feign illness and stay in your room with your book-

You lurched to your feet, Nora giving a startled cry at your sudden movement. You scurried around the room, moving piles and throwing pillows in a bid to find it.

“What are you looking for, miss?” The maid asked, coming up behind you. You turned to look at her, despair coloring your features.

“My book!” You exclaimed. “The one Mr. Mitchell let me borrow! I must have left it at the park, oh no.”

“You might still have time to go back and get it,” Nora offered. “You could be back with just enough time to get ready for dinner.”

“I’d be cutting it close,” you murmured, chewing on your bottom lip. The sky was beginning to darken, and you huffed out a breath.

“We must go quickly,” you decided. Nora grabbed your cape as you hurried out of your room. She chased after you, wrapping the cape around you as you exited the house. The driver was blessedly still by the stagecoach, and you signaled to him that you were in need of his services.

“I need to get to the park,” you told him, clambering into the coach. “As quickly as you can.”

The ride was quick, but silent, the coach jostling every now and then. You thanked the driver once you had stopped, gathering your skirts and running towards the fountain. You were out of breath by the time you reached it, panting as you looked to the spot you had set it down at earlier. Your stomach did a flip as you looked, the book nowhere in sight. You did two laps around the fountain before letting out a groan.

“Blast it all,” you cursed, hiding your face in your hands. How were you going to explain this to Mr. Mitchell?

With a sigh of defeat, you trudged back to the coach, your driver giving you a sympathetic look as he helped you inside. The ride back felt slower despite using the same route as before. When the coach stopped in front of your home, you thanked the driver once more before trudging inside. You heard voices coming from the parlor, and you knew you’d have to move quickly unless you wanted to hear another lecture from your mother about minding the time of others.

The family butler, Mr. Stevens, approached you.

“Miss,” he greeted with a slight bow of his head. “A parcel was left for you earlier this evening.”

“A parcel?” You frowned, shrugging off your cape. “Whoever from?”

“I’m not sure, miss,” Mr. Stevens grimaced. “It was left at the door with a note on top of it.”

Mr. Stevens gestured toward the end table pressed up against the wall. You walked over to it, brow furrowed as you lifted the wrapped package, the note falling to the side. You tore at the paper, eyes lighting up once you saw what was underneath.

“My book!” You exclaimed, relief flooding you as you clutched it to your chest. Your eyes darted towards the note that lay on the table, your name in neat scrawl printed across the front. You set the book down, picking up the paper gingerly as you flipped it open. Your eyes darted across the writing, widening before you could fully process what you were reading.

What on earth?

A/N: A big shoutout to not only Ruthie, but @sorchathered for helping me make concrete decisions on this story! My works wouldn't be what they are without the help and ever present ears of my friends to help me through and bounce ideas off of.

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[tremendouskoalachild]

all the named Sisters-in-training shown in episode 1, in order of billing:

Lila (Chloe Lea)

Theodosia (Jade Anouka)

Jen (Faoileann Cunningham)

Emeline (Aoife Hinds)

Farouz (Hannah Khalique-Brown)

her name is not said in the episode but she does have multiple lines in her introductory scene, is seen in others, and named in the credits.

bits of characterization shown in the episode:

Theodosia, Emeline, and Farouz are sitting together in the library, alone at their table, while all others are full. Farouz is into Constantine.

Theodosia and Emeline are also standing close to each other in Tula's lesson, while Farouz stands by Theodosia before the follow-up test. Theodosia, Emeline, and Jen are the only ones to immediately and confidently answer Tula's questions about the theory of truthsaying, with Jen correctly identifying lying as a survival tactic.

during sparring, Theodosia very casually dispatches Lila. Jen manages to throw Emeline down on the mat. we don't know Farouz's sparring partner but she wins her match too, with a ferocious expression.

Lila and Jen stand next to each other before and after the practical lesson. Jen is unimpressed by the test and unintimidated by Valya. she tells a tale about being sold as a child slave and murdering both her buyer and parents, before mocking the other girls for believing her. Lila has thoughts on Jen's story.

Tula and Valya consider Emeline, Theodosia, and Jen as possible candidates to pair up with Ynez for their studies. Tula suggests Emeline did well on her truthsaying test, though Valya dismisses her as a bad influence, too rigid and pious. Jen is brought up as someone the princess would like for her boldness, but shot down for being too independent a thinker. Tula suggests Theodosia as loyal and an excellent student, plus Valya's favorite.

we also learn that Emeline is not from a noble house, unlike most students; Theodosia was taken in by the Sisterhood when she had nowhere else to turn, and is loyal to them; Lila is Tula's favorite, and Tula expects her to be a natural-born truthsayer due to her lineage. Valya considers Lila weak and scared.

in the dormitory we see Theodosia practice with her knife before bed. Jen and Emeline chat about Ynez, with Emeline calling out the unfairness.

Jen and Lila, who apparently sleep opposite each other, have a chat about their childhoods. Lila was raised in the Sisterhood and doesn't know who her parents are. she intuits Jen's story was partially based in fact.

[chromyo]

I saw your art of Polycaste and I just had to show you my oc🫶🏾

her name is theodosia, she’s telemachus’s sister:)

SHE IS SO PRETTY ???!!!!!

I have to draw her with Polycaste 🫶 (Hope I drew her well !)

[yomawari]

Hamilton X Hadestown AU: Sketch(?) Dump IV

Aaron Burr as Orpheus Theodosia Burr (The Bullet) as Eurydice The Schuyler Sisters as The Fates Lafayette as Hermes Alexander Hamilton as Hades Thomas Jefferson as Persephone James Madison as Demeter

I used some Hadestown promotional photographs as references for a few of these. Backgrounds are my personal photographs of the Hadestown set.

[dragoninahumancostume]

I'm bored so

All years referenced in Hamilton:

(directly from the songs)

1776, Aaron Burr, Sir

1780, Winter's Ball

1781, Yorktown (The World Turned Upside-Down)

1785, I Know Him

1789, What'd I Miss

1791, We Know

1800, The Election of 1800

(by event/lyric, assuming Alexander was born in 1757, in order of events. This might be a bit confusing so feel free to ask clarification)

1754, I was given my first command I led my men straight into a massacre

1766, when he was ten his father split

1768, his mother went quick

1768-1835, Philip Jeremiah Schuyler (Angelica's brother, son of Philip Schuyler. Philip had like 15 children apparently, including the sisters and Philip)

1769, the cousin committed suicide

1769, as a kid in the Caribbean I wished for a war ("I wish there was a war", letter to Edward Stevens)

1771, they placed him in charge of a trading charter

1772, a hurricane destroyed Hamilton's town

1772, ship is in the harbor now see if you can spot him

1773, I am Hercules Mulligan

1773, your tea which you hurl in the sea (Boston Tea Party)

1775, Farmer Refuted

1775, yo let's steal their cannons

1775, I was a captain under general Montgomery until he caught a bullet in the neck in Quebec

1776, British Admiral Howe's got 32000 troops in New York harbor

1776, he promotes Charles Lee makes him second-in-command

1777, I need someone like you to lighten the load (Alex becomes Washington's right hand man)

1777, I'm John Laurens in the place to be

1777, je m'apelle Lafayette

1778, Theodosia meets Burr

1778, Battle of Monmouth

1778, duel between Laurens and Lee

1779, Laurens i like you a lot (letter from Alex to John, "I wish, my dear Laurens, it might be in my power, by actions rather than words, to convince you that I love you")

1780, give it up for the maid of honor (Alexander and Eliza's wedding)

1781, Hamilton leaves Washington (due to his lack of command)

1781, we fought with him

1782, Philip's birth

1782, me I died for him

1783, Theodosia's birth

1785, I am sailing off to London

1787, at the constitutional convention, goes and proposes his own form of government

(October-August) 1787-1788, write a series of essays titled The Federalist Papers

1789, Hamilton runs the state department

1789-1792, life without the monarchy

1790, Cabinet Battle #1

1791, Burr becomes senator

1791, Hamilton meets Ms. Reynolds

1793, Cabinet Battle #2

1793, Thomas Jefferson resings

1797, Washington's presidency ends

1797-1801, Adams' administration

1797, The Reynolds Pamphlets

1799, George Washington's death

1800, the first murder trial of our brand new nation (Levi Weeks' trial)

(March) 1801, death of Peggy Schuyler

(July) 1801, George Eacker's 4th of July speech

(23th November) 1801, George and Philip's duel

(24th November) 1801, Philip's death

1804, Alexander Hamilton's death

1810, You're making me mad (King George III actually goes mad)

1820, I'll love you til my dying days (King George dies)

I tried my best to get most of the dates, but tell me if I missed any! :)

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This is theodosia, she’s the daughter of Odysseus and Penelope, sister of Telemachus and princess of ithaca. She was born after some time Telemachus was born and she’s either 18 or 19

She’s not your average princess- she’s honestly a very expressive young lady, she can seem to be someone who doesn’t say alot of words, but once you get to know her, shes reckless, stubborn, hubris. On some occasions she can break this sarcastic and cocky persona and can be sweet and caring and also very intelligent.

She likes to read, study, play the piano, poetry, writing and also sword fighting. She also likes learning languages like Greek and Latin! She’s also kinda tomboyish, she likes to sword fight and climb trees tbh she finds it kinda hard to fit in with girls her age.

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Before getting into the main article, I'll quickly debunk a few common misconceptions: 

1) Alexander Hamilton never purposely set his son up for his death. In Blow Us All Away he talks about how his mother can’t afford another heartbreak and he doesn’t want her to get hurt. And even if Phillip hadn’t thrown away his shot as Alexander instructed him to, he would’ve been shot anyway because Eacker shot early on the count of seven.

2) Alexander Hamilton is not a villain, there is no villain in Hamilton. If you think here is, you missed the entire point of the musical and Burr’s insight. He calls himself the villain in Hamilton’s history because people will always find their own opinions on people and paint them as the villain without sharing the full story. LMM did just this by giving insight on both Hamilton and Burr, its history, there is no villain. Everything musical Hamilton did was in good intentions. He was never intentionally malicious nor did he ever go out of his way just to hate on Aaron Burr as people like to think. 

3) Alexander Hamilton isn’t this heartless person who doesn’t care to spend any time with his family. He always tried to make time for them, and he even says himself in Dear Theodosia that he’d never be anything like his father. He says in It’s Quiet Uptown he’d give his life up for Phillip’s, and he does take pride in everything his son does. He constantly worries if he’d be enough for Eliza in That Would Be Enough, who says herself that he’s perfect the way he is, she just wishes he’d share a fraction of his time. Although unfortunately he can’t spend a lot of time with her due to his job, it’s clear he genuinely loves and cares for her.

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Alexander Hamilton cared about his family

The interpretation that Alexander Hamilton is a kind of sociopath, who's action/speech is an elaborate facade, is unsupported fan speculation.  As a 2 hour long musical, LMM had enough time to establish any character personality traits, motivations, and how they act. If this was the case, it would be addressed in the musical as it would be an important plot-line. When there are multiple songs in the soundtrack describing Alexander’s character, especially at the first track, everything is consistent with his pros and cons. For example, when Alexander worries about being good enough for his family - that is how he actually feels. Alexander makes sure to stay alive and make it out the Battle of Yorktown for his wife.  Alexander’s personality is consistent with every character he interacts with: His wife, friends and enemy- never once displaying sociopathic traits of being able to switch facades.  So his dialogue/actions are genuine and valid evidence. 

Alexander’s affections towards Eliza before he even discovered about the child. Proving Alexander loved Eliza, and loved her for for herself and not some of other malicious motive involving rank:

"Eliza, I don’t have a dollar to my name, an acre of land, a troop to command, a dollop of fame [...] "No stress, my love for you is never in doubt." [...] "As long as I’m alive, Eliza, swear to God you’ll never feel so helpless. [...] "My life is gonna be fine cause Eliza’s in it".  - Act 1, Helpless.

He clearly wasn't doing it to get some tactical advantage for himself, as he says himself that he’s worried that he can’t provide for Eliza’s life in That Would Be Enough. Even if it was a plan he was doing by himself, he would have definitely mentioned it while he was confessing everything in The Winter’s Ball as it would have been the subject.  But he doesn't. Clearly, it's not true. When Alexander asks if it mattered “if, Burr, or which one” he says that as a joke, he’s never met any of the Schuyler sisters. He says it as a joke because Burr brought up his image as a tomcat. They’re friends, they’re making jokes about how they’re reliable with the ladies. Not once was Alexander toying with Eliza’s emotions for his own benefit. 

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Tracklist:

Alexander Hamilton • Aaron Burr, Sir • My Shot • The Story of Tonight • The Schuyler Sisters • Farmer Refuted • You'll Be Back • Right Hand Man • A Winter's Ball • Helpless • Satisfied • The Story of Tonight (Reprise) • Wait for It • Stay Alive • Ten Duel Commandments • Meet Me Inside • That Would Be Enough • Guns and Ships • History Has Its Eyes On You • Yorktown (The World Turned Upside Down) • What Comes Next? • Dear Theodosia • Non-Stop • What'd I Miss • Cabinet Battle #1 • Take a Break • Say No to This • The Room Where It Happens • Schuyler Defeated • Cabinet Battle #2 • Washington On Your Side • One Last Time • I Know Him • The Adams Administration • We Know • Hurricane • The Reynolds Pamphlet • Burn • Blow Us All Away • Stay Alive (Reprise) • It's Quiet Uptown • The Election of 1800 • Your Obedient Servant • Best of Wives and Best of Women • The World Was Wide Enough • Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story

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